#IVE HAD THIS SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR LIKE WEEKS

[squidflavoredsoup]

this is kinda roomie cipher i think sorta maybe in a way

yeah

this could’ve worked as billford too but uhh i didn’t think of that when i first drew it

damn🚶🚶🚶

[thym3y]

i'm a fool to do your dirty work

[garretthawkes]

talking about my cat again under the cut

her health took a drastic turn for the worse on saturday. she threw up a bunch and stopped eating and drinking and was clearly uncomfortable. we took her to an urgent care vet and they gave her anti-nausea meds and an appetite enhancer. after a day of that she still wouldn't eat or drink and she was really lethargic so we took her to an emergency vet. they did an ultrasound and I won't go into detail but the news was really bad. we decided to have them give her fluids to help her feel a bit better but they said based on her diagnoses and the fact that she's not eating they'd be surprised if she made it 2 more weeks. in the past few days she's eaten and drank a little here and there but has seemed really restless and is struggling to walk/stand. the vet has had me regularly dose her with gabapentin so she isnt uncomfortable. she hasnt been peeing as much and hasnt passed a stool since saturday night. I was fully ready to make the call last night and have her put down but then early this morning she started eating and drinking again. she's eaten well throughout the day and has been so cuddly and sweet. she's even grooming herself a little. its honestly been great to see her in good spirits but I also have no fucking clue what it means. i thought I understood the decline in her health and what my plan was going to be but I can't wrap my head around the fact that she's improved so much and I have no clue how long it will last. like are things going to get bad again tomorrow? will she stay this way for a while then slowly decline again? I feel absolutely lost right now and I hate the fucking uncertainty so much

[ducktracy]

there is truly a Daffy for every occasion. i've been obsessing over Oklahoma! for the past week and wouldn't you know it, the duck already beat me to the punch. but technically i beat me to the duck beating me to the punch since i was the one who saved this panel months ago with the caption of "Daffy is a fan of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma". turns out it is i who is a fan of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma. i am a fan of Daffy as fan of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma

i am also a fan of this. and i hope you are too.

[littlehatmouse]

lots of doodles because i forget to post art here most of the time

[lesbiankendall]

KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT AND YOURE EATING ME OUT IS IT CASUAL NOWWWWW

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, I've been quite busy with school so I hope you guys can be a little patient with content since I've been stuck on a slump and there's a lot of things I'm currently busy with at the moment because of school despite posting so much last week. Here's the weekly content and I hope you all enjoy :)

Also how do you all feel if I write works inspired by old gacha songs? And yes I used to be a gacha girly, it was some wild phase AHAHAHA

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Brainrot, Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley who decided he wanted to get a divorce with you because things weren't working out between the both of you, so you had to share custody of your daughter.

You managed to get yourself together, having no time to grieve that part of you that he took with him because you had a little one depending on you. You loved that girl for all she was, however she brings you and Simon together.

Not that you resent her for it, god no, it wasn't her fault you and your husband couldn't see eye to eye.. that he refused to retire after everything, maybe it was just your paranoia getting to you. You couldn't stand the fear anymore, the fear of one day he's not the one you'll see when you open the front door but Price.

You forgot how difficult it was doing this on your own until now, you could barely get up, your head was actually killing you. You pushed through, making your daughter breakfast.

You felt like you were about to throw up, ears started to ring and everything else felt numb. The next thing you know was your eyes rolling back and everything going black, the last thing you heard was your toddler panicking, calling you over and over on the verge of crying.

All while you were unconscious, your little one runs to your room to look for your phone to call her dad.

"Listen I know we—" Simon said expecting you on the phone before getting cut off by his daughter..

"Dada! Momma's dead, dada. Momma's not breathing!" In a panic, she cried it out like a mantra. Simon was in a panic, he got up from where he was and was speeding towards what used to be your shared home.

The next thing you know, you were hearing the beeps of a heart monitor. All your senses were working, all except sight.. you didn't have enough energy to open them, in the coldness of your whole body from the well ventilated room, you felt warmth on your hand.

It was all too familiar, calloused but so gentle and warm. Simon.. it was Simon. All while processing this situation, all that's going through Simon's head are the what ifs.

"Fucking hell, help her.. My wife, she's been unconscious for thirty minutes. She's breathing but it's faint and she's burning" Simon almost yelled in a full panic, he was doing his best not to snap at the hospital staff but how couldn't he? Hadn't even realized that he called you something you weren't anymore, the title he took with him.

Your little one holding her dad's hand in the waiting room, she was observant, an emotionally intelligent little girl who holds her dad's hand. Simon keeps reminding himself to calm down, how much his bumblebee must be terrified, far more than he was so he takes her in his arms.

Sooner or later they were allowed to enter, doctor said you were stabilized and only collapsed from a horrid fever and so much fatigue. Thinking of losing you, just like that with no warning would be the second time Simon would lose you.

Now watching you unconscious, IV tube connected to you because of course you haven't been eating well either. It made him rethink everything, was it a mistake to give you those papers? Was it worth it losing the one person in his life who he would give his life for with no hesitation?

All he could do for now was sit next to you, no matter how long it takes for you to wake up because he doesn't have the strength to leave, maybe in a day or two but not now..

Part 2 anyone?

[nishiriksss]

it feels like everything wants us apart. ch.3

summary: riki was your childhood bestfriend up until you were 13, but you ended up moving to the US. you lost contact with him and never thought you would see him again, until you saw an edit on your fyp of a guy that looked suspiciously like him. you end up at every single enhypen concert, as close to the front as possible, trying to reach him. you comment on every post, every live, hoping he still remembers you.

genre: childhood bsfs to lovers, angst, fluff, slowburn

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

taglist: @rairaiblog @vixialuvs @kkamismom12 @rikidaze @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @imzhouxinyu @melodiessvy @kittsnewera

notes: ok so this took forever!! sorry about the wait, ive had writers block. i hope you all enjoy this part!

not proof-read masterlist

you went to all 3 shows in saitama, still nothing, you couldve swore he was looking at you, but he never heard your yells. you wanted to follow them to every concert, but your mom had a work meeting in a few days, so she had to get back home. you put in your airpods and prepared for the drive. you listened to you riki-themed playlist again.

'i have a feeling you got everything you wanted, and your not wasting time stuck here like me.'

the lyric hit you harder than it should have, you felt like a loser, while he was living his best life as a kpop idol you were going to all his concerts, buying all the merch. hoping that one day you can tell him about how you were there, trying to get to him. you got a notification again, something in you knew it was riki.

-nishimura riki started a live video

'mom! hes live again!' you beamed, tapping on the notification. you typed out comment after comment, trying so hard not to spam. but this time the comments wouldnt go through, and your service went out just minutes after the live started. you groan at seeing the no wifi symbol, trowing your head back in frustration. your mom pats your shoulder 'its ok, im sure he will go live again soon.' she sighed, seeing the sad look on your face. you just looked out the window the whole car ride, you tried not to think about it, but all the failure was getting to you.

your mom was busy with work over the summer, it had now been months since the saitama visit, and you hadnt managed to contact riki. their last concert was coming up, in just a week. you were begging your mom to let you go. 'mom, please! what if they never go on tour again, this could be my last chance!' you would whine, hoping she would give in, eventually, she did. before you knew it you were packing for the final concert of enhypens fate tour. when you finally made it to miyagi, you were exhausted.

you made it to the show, you were front row. 'mom, im telling you. hes gonna see me.' you whispered, your voice filled with hope, your mom just nodded. when enhypen came out on to the stage, everyone cheered, the loud noise of all their fangirls sqealing drowned out your crys 'riki!! its yn!' you screamed over and over, but he never heard.

sunghoon heard you though. he looked at you, and you leaned over the edge to get as close as you could to him, pointing at riki. 'get him!!' you screeched at sunghoon, but he just rolled his eyes, your name slipping his mind. 'that girls crazy.' he thought as he continued performing.

when you saw the look on his face you were devastated. did riki tell him that he didnt want to see you? is that why he looked so annoyed? you knew not to beat yourself up about it , you just had to keep trying. as riki danced on the stage you couldnt help but feel proud of him, he had always been a dancer, since before you were even friends. you forgot all about trying to reach him and watched as he danced, until the final song.

heeseung yelled about how this is the final song of tour, so everyone needs to be loud, but it went in one ear and out the other. you were jumping around, trying to stay exited, even though the worry of him not seeing you still was lingering, you hoped he'd see you.

as riki made his way to the side of the stage you were by, you started screaming "riki!!!! its yn!!" you almost lost your voice.

riki looked at you. "yn?" he said, wanting to jump of the stage, wanting to hug you so bad. you were jumping up, trying to get to him. he leaned down, trying to hold your hand that you were reaching up at him, security came up to you. "excuse me." the security guard said flatly "you cant get that close. this is your warning." your heart dropped. "but-" riki chimed in, but the guard cut him off. "you cant get the close with fans." he shot riki a death glare, and then turned back to you. "if it happens again, you wont be coming to anymore concerts here." he crossed his arms as he walked away, but he was still close enough to see you.

"ill be back, yn" riki said as he looked at you with sadness, his older members were telling to come end the concert with him. "shes here, i have to go back, the concert cant end, what if i cant find her again?" he rambled on about how hes scared of leaving, not wanting to miss the possibility of actually being able to see you again. just as he was walking back stage with a defeated look on his face, he stopped by you side of the stage, pointed at you and mouthed "stay there."

you smiled, he finally saw you, just as you hugged your mom, you heard a loud thump next to you. a girl had passed out. 'fuck.' you thought, knowing you would be escorted out. the same security guard from earlier ran over, giving you a death glare before yelling "unless you know this girl, you need to get away from here!" another girl, presumably her friend, had her phone out, calling 911.

your mom gave you a 'im sorry' look as she had to drag you out. 10 minutes later riki was running over to where you were, only to be met with an ambulance and no sign of you. "what the..?" he muttered under his breath, looking around, making sure nothing had happened to you. as he slowed down, now walking to the sight. "whats going on?" he asked a paramedic, tapping his leg anxiously on the ground. "a girl passed out, most likely just didnt get enough food." the paramedic said so casually, like it happened everyday. "oh, do you know the girls name?" he asked, trying to keep the thoughts of it being you out of his mind. when the paramedic answered he didnt even acknowledge the name, all he knew was that it wasnt you name.

he dismissed it, wished them luck and headed back to his members. "some girl passes out.. she wasnt there." he whispered as he plopped onto the couch. jake laughed a little "how many times do you think youre going to get that close, just to barely miss her?" he teased, knowing how sensitive riki is about it. "shut up.." he muttered, leaning his head back on the couch. "why cant it just work out, for once?" riki asked so quietly jake almost didnt hear him. "it will, you just cant give up on her." jake replied, now leaning his head back the same way riki was.

as you walked away from the spot riki was going to meet you at, you couldnt help but cry. you tried pulling away from your mom, you tried walking back but she wouldnt let you. "mom please!" you sobbed out, wanting nothing more than to be able to finally see riki. "i know, i know you want to see him, but we cant. im sorry." she whispered, pulling you into a hug. you cried in her arms as she stroked your hair. "mom, hes gonna think i hate him." you worried, hoping he doesnt feel as bad as you do.

after about 10 minutes, your mom convinced you to go to the car. as you walked back, you could almost feel rikis presence, you could almost hear his voice.

when you woke up the next morning, your eyes were puffy, your pillow was still a bit wet, with black smudges on mascara all over it. you hadnt been able to sleep, knowing that riki was so close, yet so far. you didnt want to go home, but your mom packed your things for you, she grabbed your hand to lead you back to the car. you knew that you couldnt stay, but it didnt stop you from crying again.

[superkirbylover]

music anon again that was great LMAO thank you for sharing /gen i loved it a lot.

as thanks, a sillier song ive been enjoying is kindness luigi on the youtube channel foxwithguns2. it’s pretty much just a cover of on melancholy hill but it brings the biggest stupid smile to my face every time i watch it, i genuinely had a breakdown a couple weeks ago (doing a lot better now, don’t worry!) and all i had to do was listen to it a couple times and i immediately felt better haha. i hope you can get some enjoyment out of it it too! 8]

ive seen screenshots of kindness luigi around but this ask got me to look at it, and oh my GOD???? this is fantastic. a masterpiece. we should all strive to be like kindness luigi

"kindness.... kindness luigi" is stuck in my head now Thank you

[cursedlovesstuff]

Fixing Us. Part 1.

Y/N found herself stuck in a relentless routine.

Each passing day seemed to blur into the next, a disheartening repetition of Nat's absence and Y/N's solitary dinners.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that Nat's late nights were more than just work obligations.

Despite her longing for connection, Y/N's attempts to bridge the growing chasm between her and Nat fell on deaf ears.

The once vibrant bond they shared now felt like a distant memory, leaving Y/N feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness.

Determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth, Y/N went out on a journey of self-discovery.

Early morning jogs and a part-time job designing clothes provided a temporary distraction, but it was the tattoos that became her solace.

Venturing out with friends offered a fleeting escape from the monotony of her daily life.

Tonight was one of these nights where Y/N met Carol.

There was something familiar about her, a warmth that drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame.

Y/N was sitting at the bar watching others dance while stirring her drink with her straw.

"Do you usually come to bars just to watch others dance?" a voice says, making Y/N look up, shaking her head.

"I thought this was a lounge," Y/N says, smiling a bit.

"It's both," Carol says, putting her hand out for Y/N to shake while saying her name.

"Carol."

Y/N looks at Carol's hand before shaking it, saying, "Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N."

"Likewise."

The pair had met before a few times at some old work events and ran into each other a few weeks ago at this same lounge.

"I don't want to sound rude, but you used to work at SHIELD, right?" Carol asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I left a few years ago," she replied, her voice tinged with regret.

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to start a new chapter of my life, and it just wasn't the right fit anymore."

Carol's gaze lingered on Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. "I can imagine it must have been a difficult decision," she remarked, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N shrugged, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. "It was. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love, even if they aren't willing to do the same for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol nodded, understanding. As it got a bit quiet, Y/N said, "So what brings the great Captain Marvel here?"

"So you do know who I am," Carol replied, amused.

"Maybe."

"How come you never spoke?"

"I was shy and newlywed. My main focus was on work and getting home to my wife. I didn't have time back then."

"Wife, huh?"

"Natasha," Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink.

"Nat's married?" Carol asks, a bit shocked.

"Surprisingly yes, but she seems to forget that a lot."

"Just to be clear, you mean Romanoff, right? And you're still married?" Carol questions.

"Four years," Y/N says, halfway flashing her ring before saying, "probably not for much longer anyway."

Carol notices Y/N's mood change before asking Y/N if she would like to dance. Y/N is hesitant before she says yes, gently grasping the hand Carol put out for her to grab as she pulled her to the dance floor.

As carol pulled y/n through the crowd of sweety bodys they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

"Do you know this song?" Carol asks to which y/n shakes her head no.

"Iv never heard it"

"Good just let your body move to the beat follow me".

There wasn't any rush or anything; the two were just having fun like only friends. Carol even spun Y/N a few times. The time seemed to fly by; what only felt like an hour of dancing turned out to be three as the two made their way back to the bar to get some water. They arrived at the same time as Nat.

"Y/N," Nat asks, surprised to see her wife.

"Hi, Nat," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nat's gaze flickered between Y/N and Carol, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Y/N. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, though her heart raced with apprehension. "Just out for a drink with friends," she replied, her eyes darting between Nat and Carol.

"Where are your friends?" Nat asked, slightly looking around.

"Lilly went home, and Esther is still dancing, so I'm with my new friend Carol," Y/N answered back.

"I didn't know you were friends with Carol," Nat said.

"You don't know all my friends," Y/N responded.

Nat didn't take Y/N's nonchalant yet sassy tone lightly.

"Then why are you at a bar you hate bars and clubs"

"Its also a lounge" y/n says.

"Its both"carol says making y/n smile as she turned her head to look at carol. Nat noticed this and she didn't like it.

As she eyed carol she gently grabbed Y/N's cup out of her hand, sitting it down, and grabbing Y/N's hand before looking at Carol.

"Excuse me; I think it's time my wife and I head home."

Before Y/N or Carol could say anything, Nat practically dragged Y/N to the front door, only being able to give Carol an apologetic look as she and Nat made it to the front of the bar but stopped at a table.

"Sorry I have to leave early,theres something y/n and i need to discuss"

As the team looks at Y/N, saying their hi's.

"You look beautiful, Lady Y/N," Thor says, making Y/N smile a bit while saying thank you

"Are you sure you don't want to stay drinks are on me" tony says as everyone at the table cheers.

"Yeah you guys should totally stay"carol says, which makes Nat only drag Y/N along further out of the bar after saying they couldnt towards the car.

Halfway there, Y/N finally gets out of Nat's grip.

"What is wrong with you, Nat, dragging me out of the bar like a psychopath?"

"What is wrong with Y/N being out this late at night by yourself?"

"I wasn't by myself."

"You know what I mean; I'm taking you home. End of discussion," Nat says, raising her voice a bit.

"No," Y/N says finally putting her foot down.

"What did you just say?" Nat asks.

"I said no," Y/N said before saying, "I'm going to go back into that bar and order me another shot and then another, and I'm going to have fun".

"You can have fun tomorrow when its bright outside and there are less drunk people there"

"I can protect myself natasha"

"Can you? Can you really because its been four years since you were an agent and had any type of training"

"Yeah and whos fault is that because it's not mine"

"What"

"You heard me your Your the reason that i quit being an agent your the reason why i havent trained in four years"

"because you got hurt on a mission,due to not being able to tell friend from foe"nat says making y/n scoff.

"Im perfectly capable from telling friends from foe"

"Then can you tell if carol your friend or just someone who wants to sleep with you"nat says without thinking making y/n feel hurt.

"What i can tell is that your being a dick,just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one"

Y/n says walking backwards towards the bar saying"You can go home by yourself."y/n says turning around and walking towards the bar.

Its not long after she hears nat say" I'm going home, you're coming with me."

Before y/n knew it she was lifted off of her feet and thrown over someone's shoulder,nats shoulder.

Y/N truly forgot how strong nat was well...is.

"Put me down natasha"

Y/n says smacking nats back trying to get her to let go,but nat dosen't respond to it.

So y/n smacks nats back and butt harder in response nat hit y/n's butt hard enough to make her yelp and jump.

Nat tightens her grip so that she doesn't drop y/n,but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the morning.

"That isn't very nice is it?"nat asks but y/n doesn't respond she only continues to try and get out of nats grip.

Eventually y/n gives up realizing there is nothing she can do to get nat to let go.

Nat carries Y/N to the car, gently putting her down in the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

Before slamming the front door and walking around and getting in and closing the door.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 4/29/2025

made one of the best thrift store purchases of my life this week

listening

mental health watch: new mother mother single out and i have had that shit on loop basically all week. i would describe their (alt rock for chronically depressed girls resistant to most treatments) overall sound as “slippery”, but this song is slippery in the way the seaweed in miso soup is slippery. hope that makes sense. i heard the lyric “head shaker” as “exchequer” and this exact wording was stuck in my head for basically an entire shift at work.

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reading

still having a tremendous amount of fun with Charlaine Harris’ Gunnie Rose series. just finished the third one, i think whenever you can get away with a character that you can genuinely and seriously call “the tsarina of all the californias” you should push that as far as it can possibly go and she does!!! it is so refreshing to read a book by an author who knows what they’re doing. who knows how to write and pace a longer series and who knows how to effectively play with dramatic tension. the bar is So low but i have been wrestling through these horrible lesbian novels and (new for me) trying to take three or four of the little scifi paperbacks ive been hoarding to work every week to stash in my desk to read when it’s slow. all of them have been bad so far. like gang rape page two bad :/ love scifi the best and worst genre

yet another frustrating week in the lesbian mines. finally finished Flight Risk by Kim Baldwin and i do not think i can fairly review it, bc i tried to read it at work in tiny tiny chunks over too long a period of time (two weeks) and got really frustrated with it bc i forgot something that happened in the first chapter. im sure its a perfectly fine book if u read it in fewer sittings but now it is like. contaminated by several unpleasant work shifts and i simply don’t want to look at it any more. also they fucked in the literal last five pages which i find tremendously annoying.

Second You Sin by Scott Sherman (also mid-aughts) is about a nyc callboy (gay) who keeps accidentally stumbling into murder mysteries. i could easily image every line of dialogue by every gay character delivered by ru paul so it was not a book for me.

and then by far the most annoying book, Change of Heart by Linda Hill (1999 published by my worstie Naiad) bc it does not read like the author has ever been in any sort of relationship. even though she is married. to another woman. it’s hard for me to review this one fairly too due to my own massachusetts experiences.

At the age of 38, British supermodel Julia Westgate watches in panic as her career begins to decline -- and she realizes she is truly alone in the world. Deeply closeted, Julia has always limited her encounters with women to secret trysts and one or two night stands. While on a shoot in Boston, Julia carefully disguises herself so she won't be recognized, then sneaks out to a secluded lesbian bar. There she meets local journalist Cory Hayes, who is celebrating the publication of a hard won story. After spending a passionate weekend with Julia, Cory is devastated when she wakes up to an empty bed.

(ed note: they do nothing more than kiss in the entire book. it’s truly debatable if there was even tongue or not)

Weeks later in a supermarket check-out line, Cory's jaw drops when she sees an exquisite face on the cover of a fashion magazine -- a face that looks more than vaguely familiar. Thus begins an all-consuming game of hide-and-seek, with Julia trying to run from herself and her uncertain future -- and Cory willing to risk everything to find her.

(ed note: cory does some light snooping to discover her last name, makes some phone calls for a single afternoon, and then comes across her completely by accident almost a year later).

this book takes uhauling to new heights bc they adopt a special needs puppy the first and only weekend they spend together, wherein they don’t even fuck and Julia flees into the early morning without saying goodbye, leaving a note, and leaving most of her stuff behind. i know why Cory cant stop thinking about Jules nearly a year on (leaving without goodbye in the middle of the night and leaving almost all your stuff behind is objectively bonkers) but i have no idea why Jules is so into Cory. or what either of them see in each other. or really why they’re into each other at all. bc again. they do not do more than kiss the entire book and most of the book is them feeling kind of weird about this singular weekend. NOT that you have to fuck someone to know how to feel about them but my goodness! sometimes it certainly helps!

it is perfectly tailored to piss me all the way off bc Cory asks for a raise bc she impulsively adopted a puppy, and her boss not only gives her a raise and a promotion but also heavily subsidizes her new house she rents. which he owns. which was so far from MY massachusetts job/housing experience we might as well have lived on different planets. however this book really does nicely capture the complete unwillingness of the massachusetts wlw scene to like. do anything more than talk shit about a kind of weird date you were on once.

would have loved to read more of a May/December romance about an aging supermodel and would have loved to read more about the worries and fears of someone aging who hasn’t really put down roots or formed many friendships at all in her life or really interacted much with the queer community at large, but the age gap in actuality is quite small and Jules is mostly exotically British and worried about facial wrinkles.

deeply annoying experience that could not be written today in a post-MTV’s Catfish world

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watching

fallow week

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playing

woe woe unending woe in genshin. genuinely really annoyed that i pulled for Varesa (girl who is a cow) in bc guess who’s coming back in about a month? that’s right, yae miko. the only other character i desperately want. and she’s going to be on a specific banner that does not build pity for any other banner. and i don’t even have quite enough pulls for halfway to guaranteeing her. however. buying enough in-game currency to guarantee her would be about $120. which is simply goofy. she will come back around eventually, probably in a year and a half, and i will survive. i don’t even want her for team building or combat purposes. i just think she’s got a cool design and i want a matched set of her (pink) and her wife, the shogun (purple).

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making

one million small mending projects, including reinforcing the spine of some dorling kindersley BIG BOOK OF TRUCKS and BIG BOOK OF PLANES books for my bestie’s son’s birthday. no pics bc they were wrapped POSTHASTE!!!

also varied and assorted mending of clothes. managed to rip the casing for some pajama pants through brute strength and getting snagged on a kitchen cabinet knob, kind of half assed a ladder stitch, thought “that’s not going to hold” and then did a less half assed heavily overlapping cross stitch to reinforce (esp around the buttonhole opening for the drawstring) and then slathered it in fraychek.

likewise, my favorite obnoxious shirt had a rip up the side seam. carefully stitched it back up, blanket stitched the raw edge for a little more reinforcement without too much bulk, and slathered it in fraychek. u can see a much older repair there when it ripped horizontally from getting stuck in a filing cabinet drawer at umass lol.

and finally, some horrible shorts that were not adequate enough for my thighs, so i took the discreet one inch side vent and really opened that up to the bottom of the pocket seam. very annoying and fussy to match the topstitching and do two bar tacks by hand. the fit on the shorts is still not quite where i want them to be but they are at least wearable outside now. no fraychek here they’re nylon and got melted with a lighter as god intended.

[lovebotmo]

like the movies

chapter three - caramel creams

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2311

author's note: omg ive been feeling stuck working on this chapter for days so thanks for your patience and as always, hope you like this next chapter. so so thankful for all of you who have commented on my previous chapters!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss

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song inspiration: you're here that's the thing by beabadoobee

A week had passed, and you still knew diddly-squat regarding the mysterious guy who had generously sent you the bouquet of moly blossoms and the adjoining note. Glances over classmate’s shoulders to peer at their handwriting were unfruitful and almost landed you in detention when McGonagall had noted your lack of attention in Transfiguration. Whoever your secret admirer was, he had made sure to cover his tracks and frustratingly stump you. No additional clue found its way to you, and no one came forward.

You’d even gone to Professor Sprout earlier in the week to inquire about her moly plants and determine if your mystery man had procured the flowers from her, or alternatively, stolen them. She’d answered in the negative to both—no one had come to her regarding your bouquet, and she wasn’t missing any stock. However, she did echo the sentiment you and Hermione had shared, that whoever he was, he had spent a great deal of money to impress you.

You rolled over in bed to peer at the blooms decorating your bedside. They were still darling as ever. However, they were a constant reminder you had no clue as to who had sent them.

If the guy really fancied me, he’d know this must be driving me mad.

You pulled the covers over your head, groaning, before resolving to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Your little quandary wasn’t going to be solved anytime soon, and your stomach shouldn’t suffer for it.

Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Ginny noticed you were a little quieter than normal. ��You alright there, Y/n?” Breaking your reverie, you smiled at the red-headed Weasley before stuffing a piece of jam-smothered toast into your mouth.

Your muffled and somewhat undiscernible reply of “’M all good, thanks” was met with a laugh from Ginny and a scolding from Hermione to slow down while eating.

“I’ve got to hurry, ‘Mione,” you said between bites, “otherwise I’ll be late for the Hogsmeade trip. Need to clear my mind for a bit.” Hermione watched in horror at the speed with which you downed the toast, practically throwing a napkin at you when she noticed the jam lingering in the corners of your mouth. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“Still no clue then, I reckon?” Padma asked. You just shook your head, turning to dive into some fried eggs. While you had hoped to be discreet about the whole situation, you had wanted your friends’ opinions, as well as their help, in searching for your secret admirer. However, you had no such luck and your friends were just as clueless.

“It’s kind of dreamy, don’t you think? The whole not-knowing part and the expectation of another clue or a gift. To think someone in this room sent you those lovely flowers!” Hannah seemed more excited about it than you did.

“Oh, come off it. We all know it’s killing Y/n not to know—I’ll bet you she was the kid who would shake her presents under the Christmas tree to try and figure out what they were. Maybe even peer through a hole in the wrapping paper to sneak a peek, eh?” Ginny joked, nudging your arm.

The glare you sent Ginny let her know she had hit the nail on the head.

“Can I see the note again?” asked Luna. Pulling it from your pocket, you handed it to the waifish girl, with Padma peering over her shoulder. As she handed it back, you noticed the certain degree of softness the parchment now had, caused by the countless folding, unfolding, and gentle tracing of the letters by your fingertips. You looked at it once more before tucking it back in.

“Well,” you said, rising from your seated position, “enough of that. I’ve got a date with fizzing whizzbees at Honeydukes, and I will not let you lot make me late!” Laughing, the five girls stood up to join you and began to make their way out of the Great Hall.

Upon arriving in Hogsmeade, the six of you split up to run various errands or meet other friends. Luna joined you on the trip to Honeydukes, desiring to pick up some pepper imps, which she believed would ward off nargles from settling in her hair. You just nodded at your endearing, albeit strange friend. Nodding was oftentimes the best thing to do when Luna said something particularly…off. Upon entering the candy store, you separated from the blond Ravenclaw to fulfill your particular errand.   

“Mr. Flume!” You called out to the elderly proprietor of Honeydukes. He smiled once he placed your voice. Your acquaintance with Ambrosius Flume and his wife had begun in your third year, on your very first trip to Hogsmeade. Over the years, you’d heard countless stories about the store and its fantastical sweet treats. As such, when you were finally of age, you had been extremely excited to finally visit. Upon entry, in your typical coordinated fashion, you had managed to slip on and fall due to the bat’s blood soup Neville Longbottom had managed to spill all over the checkered floor. Spotting the tears quickly forming in your eyes, courtesy of your pain and embarrassment, Mrs. Flume had helped you off the floor and fixed you a cup of hot chocolate while you amused her husband with various accounts of muggle delicacies and candies. Since then, you had made it a habit to bring him a muggle candy of some sort to try, proving that even though muggle treats had no real magic in them, they could still be magical. In turn, he would trade one of his newest treats for you to try.

Finally meeting through the frenzied crowd of Honeydukes, Mr. Flume clasped one of your hands in both of his, giving it a hearty squeeze. “How have you been, dearie? Brought me something today, did you?”

You laughed at his eagerness. “You only want me for my muggle sweets, don’t’ you? How incorrigible.”

The two of you giggled like children before you pulled out the promised sweet. This time, you had brought him a small bag of Goetze’s caramel creams, also known as bullseyes. As silly as it might seem, the candies were close to your heart, something you had enjoyed with your mother as a child, eating away at the chewy caramel outside and the sweet cream filling.

“They’re my absolute favorite, you know. And after four years of exchanging candies with you, I insist you stock them just for me. Waiting for packages from my mum to get my fix is simply too difficult.”

Mr. Flume laughed at your dramatics before pocketing the sweets. “You know how much I enjoy these little exchanges with you, poppet. I’ve got something new for you to try, straight from my little lady’s oven.” Reaching into the pocket of his worn apron, he pulled out a pastry of some sort wrapped in brown paper. “Mrs. Flume calls ‘em ‘Cheering Cherry Tarts,’ ‘spose to boost your spirit for a few hours if you can imagine that. Hope you like it.” With that, he left with an affectionate pat on your arm before going to assist some of the other customers.

Taking one bite of the pastry, you had to resist the urge to moan at how delicious it was.

If you knew one thing about Mrs. Flume, it was that the woman could cook.

Scarfing down the tart, you grabbed a box of toffees and glacial snowflakes to bring back with you. After checking out, you made your way to The Three Broomsticks where you had agreed to meet to meet up with your friends after you completed your errands.

You quickly spotted your friends within the tavern. Padma was sporting several shopping bags from Gladrags Wizardwear, while Ginny and Hannah had popped into Zonko’s to pick up some stink pellets intended for the Gryffindor first-years. Ginny was more than happy to continue the pranking tradition her older brothers had begun at Hogwarts, and Hannah was always game for a good laugh. Hermione sat quietly at the table twirling one of her new quills. At the sight you let out a small chuckle. Hermione was many things, but she was not someone to pass up on purchasing new stationary. She was practically besotted whenever she saw a fine quill.

Joining the gaggle of girls, you all went over your purchases, ordering some treats and drinks, gossiping about various happenings at Hogwarts, and just enjoying the general splendor of The Three Broomsticks and its ambience. As much as you enjoyed your classes, moments like these were what you would miss most upon your graduation in the spring. It brought a little twinge to your heart, the bittersweet thought of leaving, but you were excited for the future and to see what your dearest friends would go on to do.

Your reminiscing and get-together, however, was interrupted by increasingly loud voices from a corner table. Imagining it to be some drunkards, you turned, only to see Nott and Malfoy arguing over something that had the two Slytherins particularly heated. While you had no idea what had started their spat, it was easy to tell that Malfoy had somehow provoked Nott who became increasingly incensed. Towering over the blonde, Nott continued to spew verbal fire at him and despite his best effort to hide it, you could tell that Malfoy was intimidated.

“Chi mi piace non sono affari tuoi, Malfoy. Restane fuori!” While you didn’t understand the Italian rapidly leaving Nott’s mouth, you could tell how angry he was. As he was about to continue his verbal assault, he caught your eyes and likely the look of concern on your face. His face relaxed and his next words seemed to slip his mind. Sparing one more withering glance at Malfoy, he quickly stormed out of the tavern and conversation slowly recommenced.

“Wonder what started that little fight,” wondered Padma, picking up her glass of butterbeer.

Turning back, you shrugged, “No idea.”

The six of you left The Three Broomsticks shortly after, realizing that you would have to return to Hogwarts soon. You linked your arm with Ginny as she chatted about her intended strategies for the upcoming Quidditch season. Walking towards the train station, you noticed Nott in the distance, trekking in the opposite direction of the Hogwarts Express.

Didn’t he know that the train would be leaving soon?

Removing your arm from Ginny’s, you excused yourself. “I’ll meet you guys on the train, alright? Save me a seat.” With that, you quickly followed the retreating Slytherin.

“Don’t be late, Y/n! You can’t be losing house points this early in the year!” yelled Hermione.

When you finally caught up to Nott, he was sitting on a bench located on the path that headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He was staring into the distance, those brooding eyes of his lost in thought. Hearing the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet, his head swiveled towards your approaching figure. He stood in surprise before sitting again. You sat down beside him.  

Bumping his shoulder with your own, you asked, “Something on your mind, Nott? You seem a little…out of it.”

At the sound of your voice, he left out a long sigh. “No—nothing. ‘M fine.” The clipped response made you raise a brow at him. The guy was not very good at lying, even if he was a Slytherin. “And…it’s Theo. Or, I mean, you can call me Theo.” Those blue eyes returned to you, accompanied by the faintest of smiles.

“Alright then, Theo. What’s got your wand in a knot…Or should I say N-o-t-t?” You let out a small laugh, winking at him as he gave you a look somewhere between horrified and disgusted.

“I don’t even want to dignify that with a response.”

“It was right there! I had to.”

“You definitely did not.”

“Don’t you mean…did N-o-t-t?”

“Alright, that’s enough.”  He paused, before continuing, “Do you think it’s too late to request a new Potions partner? I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the year at this rate.”

You gasped in mock horror, lightly knocking him on the arm, “Oh please Theo, I’m a peach. You adore me.” You didn’t notice how Theo stiffened at your retort, your eyes turning to the autumn trees lining the path.

“That was quite a scene in there, you and Draco. Fighting over anything in particular?”

Theo let out a huff of hot air through his nose, “No…it’s just—Malfoy’s a fucking prat.”

A bark of laughter left you at his response. “Could have told you that in first year, Theo. Would have saved you a lot of trouble.” At that, he laughed, and you were happy to see a grin finally grace his normally stoic face.

“Now c’mon,” you said standing, “we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the train. Godric knows how much trouble I’ll be in with my housemates if we don’t make it in time.”

Theo stood and joined you in walking back towards the platform, a comfortable silence falling over you two. He seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk had clouded his mind, as he was soon making small talk and a few jokes as you got closer.

Just before you boarded the train, Theo grasped your elbow gently to turn you towards him. He was at your eye level then, as you had stepped onto the first step of the express. You looked at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, um—just wanted to say thanks.” At your furrowed brow he added, “for checking on me, I mean.”

You smiled at him. “Course. After all, what are Potions partners for?” At that, he returned your smile, his bright blue eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

Huh. Cute.

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[muted--dreamer]

Who Really Cares?!

i have no idea what this is i just wanted to make something so i could post lol, i had song about me by tv girl stuck in my head

my meds havent really been working well lately so ive been extremely anxious for no reason, plus i fucked up my t shot this week so my leg hurts like hell lol

playing slime rancher 2 is sorta helping though

gonna try and get something done for every week at least, i want to have some sort of schedule

[odditymuse]

GET TO KNOW ABC'S : MUN EDITION.

A. AGE: 27!

B. BIRTHPLACE: mf TEXAS eugh

C. CURRENT TIME: 8:19pm hehe

D. DRINK YOU HAD LAST: a nice crisp sprite

F. FAVORITE CURRENT SONG(S): haven't been listening to music much lately ;--; but last thing i was blasting was the doom eternal ost! ( also anything from bbno$ or monsta x )

E. EASIEST PERSON(S) TO TALK TO: the few people i talk to on discord! P, ziggy, pon, psy, taffy and gray to name a few

G. GOALS: just to live my life to the fullest in regards to doing what i want and what makes me happy!

H. HORROR YES OR HORROR NO: I AM TERRIVBLE WITH HORROR but i love watching scary shit. . .

I. IN LOVE?: no sir and i dont plan to be anytime soon

J. JEALOUS OF PEOPLE: sometimes, but i think it comes with my bpd sadly

K. KILLED SOMEONE: well. no

L. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR SHOULD I WALK BY AGAIN?: definitely walk by again love at first sight is fun in theory but

M. MIDDLE NAME: wouldnt u like to know >.>

N. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: a younger brother!

O. ONE WSH: to go a week without any bad brain days

Q. QUESTIONS YOU'RE ALWAYS ASKED: people ask why im so nice a lot. jokes on yall im a people pleaser

S. SONG YOU LAST SANG: FUCKING vending machine of love bc its all over tiktok and its stuck in my head

T. TOP 3 FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: moon knight, toshinori yagi, ignis scientia. literally my three favorite men rn

U. UNEXPERIENCED OR EXPERIENCED WRITER: ive been doing this shit since 2011 man i would hope im experienced...

V. VACTION: a lil cabin somewhere in the woods with my bestie

W. WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY: 11th of december!

X. X-RAYS: only like. . . 2? both on my stomach if i remember correctly

Y. YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: deep dish pizza my fucking beloved

Z. ZODIAC SIGN: saggitariusssss u.u

tagged by : stole this bitch off the tl hehehe tagging : whoever wants to! ( but im looking at all my besties )

[egcalledgari]

the end bit of just for once in npmd has been playing on my head in repeat ever since I started realizing how much my disability has taken from my ability to interact with my old hobbies.

the "I used to dance." repeated is exactly how I feel!

I used to act! for two years I was apart of every show I could at my comunity theater. I fucking loved it i knew all the people who worked there by name and they knew me well enough that they trusted me to go to staff areas on my own when i needed to get something! thats how often i was there. i met all my friends through the theater and the only time im consistently able to hang out witj them is when we're rehearsing shows together. and even when I got worse and couldn't do as much acting i did tech and stage managing so I could still be involved and around my friends! but now even thats really difficult for me and ive had to reach out to the director of the next show to ask if theres any tech role that I could fill with my limited mobility, and there really isn't. shes a great director and ive worked with her a lot before and she's letting me do tech even knowing I can barely help much and probably will only be able to write stage directions.

literally last October I was up on stage three nights a week doing night of the living dead where I was constantly running around and doing fight scenes and now I can barely leave my bed without feeling completely exhausted and like im gonna pass out.

I used to dance!

that line was just delivered so well and its still stuck with me even after its been so long since I watched npmd! I know that song was a lot of peoples least favorite but it really captured the feeling of losing who you used to be and having to live a life you don't really enjoy so perfectly it makes me cry every time because I relate to it so so much! it made me like Ruth so much more because she feels the same way I do! and i don't see that feeling represented very often

[h1tmanmode]

guys. oh my god. does anybody have the video for that one ace attorney kesha tik tok parody animation from like 10 years ago. i cant find it and im so scared its gone. ive had the song stuck in my head for a week and i cant find it and i need it so badly