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mmmichyyy · 2 years ago

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gallacrafts #15: i like 'em sweet 🍫🐈‍⬛🍬🎃🖤👻

in honour of spooky season, i hand made a pompom garland and some punch needle pieces for @gallacrafts' sweet/treats theme this month ✨ details under the cut!

Mickey didn’t plan on doing much for Halloween this year, except curling up on the couch with Ian and their cat, getting high and watching horror flicks. But when the weather report revealed a rainy forecast on the thirty-first and their yuppie neighbours collectively organized an indoor trick-or-treating event within the apartment complex so the kids wouldn’t miss out on all the festivities, of course Mickey’s giant puppy-dog of a husband insisted on joining in. For the kids, Mick! Think of all the kids!

Inviting a hoard of freeloading little demons to their doorstep is the last thing Mickey wants, but Ian is really getting into the whole thing and Mickey is very much into whatever his husband wants, so he goes along with everything.

Grumbles only a little bit when Ian makes him wear a ridiculous headband shaped like mouse ears, but bites back a smile when he sees a little red bow around their cat's neck and matching cat ears on top of Ian's curls. Rolls his eyes fondly at the Halloween decorations Ian picked to adorn their door, all cutesy and not even an ounce terrifying or threatening. Tries not to bring up how unfair the concept of trick-or-treating is, because what kind of shit deal is it to hand out free candy and get nothing in return?!

But Ian bought some pumpkin spice edibles along with a giant bag of candy corn and purposely picked out all the mini Snickers bars out from the variety box just for him. And sure, seeing his husband's goofy grin and the way he interacts with the little rugrats is kinda sweet. And maybe, just maybe – some of the little monsters aren’t as annoying as he thought.

Plus, Ian whispered promises of tricks and fun after dark and well – Mickey can get on board with that. 🖤🧡

an up close look at the details! i had a lot of fun crafting everything, but i especially loved making a cheeky tribute to everyone's favourite black cat sweetpea 😇

for the punch needle pieces, i used an Oxford #9 punch needle, acrylic yarn, a 12x12 gripper frame and monk's cloth. the pompom garland was made with a pompom maker and i just threaded them all together with a large needle 🌟

(also i realized afterwards the candy corn colours should be flipped since they're supposed to reflect actual corn, but too late now oops 🫡)

#🧡🖤🧡🖤#gallacrafts #theme 15 #i like 'em sweet #gallavich #my words #michy ficlet

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gardenerian · 2 years ago

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tagged by my most precious chili baby @celestialmickey ily 🌶

your name: mel 💓

your age: crone

your height in cm: 157.48 🤏🏻

you’ve been invited to game night. you have to bring one drink, one snack, and one game. what do you show up with? hmmm gonna go with some pink wine alksdfj and maybe some kind of chip and dip situation? mmm spinach and artichoke, perhaps 😋 and i hate most games bc i get STRESSED but mayhaps a puzzle? or a low stakes card game 😅

last dream you remember: i think? i was at the beach! which. please..... i would like to be there 😭

last book or fanfic you read: oh! i just got a new book on the famine - it's a real bummer, but so good. for fics, i am currently losing my mind over sweetpea 🐈‍⬛

a song you can’t stop listening to: if i should fall from grace with god by the pogues - irish AU inspo!

a tattoo you’d get right this second: i'm getting my next one in a couple of weeks! i am so excited. magnolia tattoo, here i come!

favorite season & why: hmmm. i love NYC fall and spring! the air feels bright and nice, and it's perfect walk weather. but lord, i love a southern thunderstorm in the summer. nothin could be finer!

a place you’ve never been but want to visit: spain!

are you the eldest, middle, youngest, or only child in your family? i am the baby! and the only non-boy! special 😵‍💫

describe yourself in three (NICE) words: lmao i love that you are specifying NICE macy 😇 umm i am nice? and. uh. i am friendly! god. and i'mmmmmm funny! sometimes! i promise i like myself this is just harder than it looks askldjfh

taaaaagging @themilkoviches @mixkeymilkovich @milkovetti @abundanceofnots @sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyfacetoughguy @energievie @squirrelfund @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @good-then-dont @tellmegoodbye

#or just accept this as a wave hello #happy thursday!#tagged

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wetheformidables · 3 years ago

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Maxine is a Menace Monday

To all of the sweetpeas who have tagged me over the last weeks @unseelieseelie, @palimpsessed, @stillmadaboutpetra, and @phoxphyre - thank you for thinking of me! 🥰💘💋

Consider this a 💫🕯 ✨Work in Progress Wednesday summoning circle ✨🕯💫

I started my EGF fic which is a Watford era 😇truce with benefits 😇 the benefit therein being a sippy between roommates 😇

You 🤝 Baz

getting a taste 😌♥️

Hunger was carved differently after the dark of the coffin. Those days after were so bright. I asked Daphne to pull the curtains around my bed closed once, though that soft dark made me shiver until my breath caught with rib deep sobs. She did not flinch at how cold I was as she rubbed my back with a shushing tone reserved for the baby. It was not the first she had awoken to a crying boy, seeing to his hunger, not the last she would get up in the middle of the night. I was too weak to hunt in the beginning so Daphne had Vera run to the butcher’s for blood, cheerfully detailing a recipe for black pudding. She heated the blood in a saucepan and brought it to my room with a spoon she used to feed me herself. If I wept, she didn’t murmur any more than a there, there. One dressing gown sleeve to dry my tears. I didn’t know how to tell Daphne I was starving to death yet still, mouthfuls and swallows of pig’s blood shriveled of anything that might feed me.

Committing for time-based crimes and widening the summoning circle, but more importantly saying hi how are ya ily 🥺💘 @mostlymaudlin, @caitybug, @krisrix, @nick-eyre, @snowybank, @seducing-a-vampire and any and everyone who wants to climb out of my ouija board and haunt me with anything you have been working on!

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milkovski · 2 years ago

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RIGHT. so now that i’ve got my ungodly shrieking out and we’ve hit the 7am mark, i’m here to hold you accountable 😇🔪

not even TOUCHING your recent sweetpea pieces, which are on another level, i just need you to know that your art’s got me out here actin stupid as hell. like i literally went to art school and have been taught how to hold critique, and yet i look at your work and my brain shuts down into this happy, bubbly, giggly mess like “hair 🥰” “fabric folds 🥰” “line weight 🥰” “hehe eyelashes hehe 🥰”

so… yeah. please never stop sharing your work and please understand you have direct control over my serotonin levels mmkay? 😇🔪 mmkay!

hi ray 0:)

adfasdgsdf almost word for word recount of what im like while reading your fics. its an Experience with a capital E. im rendered a non-corporeal ball of energy from how much im giggling and vibrating

but TY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 waaaah im glad you're enjoying what i share. will treat them* well

*your serotonin levels

#also to respond to your tags yes i do notice every time you say smth about their hair 🥺 makes me smile #whatthebodygraspsnot

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silver-bunny-x · 2 years ago

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You are an angel ✨😇✨✨✨

Send this to all of the angels you know to let them know they’re amazing ✨✨✨✨

~lacydollbaby🤍🐈‍⬛

Thank you sweetpea! You're quite amazing and gorgeous yourself and I hope you are doing well!💛💛💛

#ask response #mutual love #isn't she the cutest!🥰

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starryevermore · 3 years ago

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💗 who is more insatiable Ari or sweet pea?

oh, you know, i think it might be sweetpea! while ari was the one who was chasing her, i think once she feels how intense and pure ari’s love for her is… god, she can’t get enough. she loves learning how to push his buttons, seeing just what gets him riled up. and once she figures that out, she takes great delight in teasing him until he breaks 😇

#starrysleepover #let's ride: a biker!ari series

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sry-chrlie · 3 years ago

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☁ mama who bore me, mama who gave me no way to handle things. ☁

a scene between charlie and his mother tw: child abuse references bc you know how it be

It had been months since Charlie had spoken to either of his parents. His mother had fallen from several texts a day to one or two a week, usually something benign like:

Oct 31: Happy Halloween, sweetie. Send me pictures of your costume! 🎃

Nov 5: Any requests for Thanksgiving supper? I got the last turkey at the store. Had to fight Elle’s mom for it lol! Have you talked to Elle lately? Miss seeing her around.

Nov 7: Are you coming home for Thanksgiving?

Nov 10: Have a good Wednesday, my love. Make sure you buy a Winter coat. It’s getting so cold out there, brrrr!! Mama is an icicle lol ☃️

Charlie wasn’t sure what was worse. The gentle kindness behind these texts or the ones blatantly telling him he needed to call Dad. Luckily, Talia had gotten Charlie’s message and had stopped sending anything like the latter. Apparently she understood that the more she mentioned his father, the less likely Charlie was to give in and answer her.

But the ones she did send, these small notes of affection, overwhelmed him with guilt. He had no reason to punish his mother. What was the point in hurting her when his father was away in DC doing enough of that on his own? He was shutting her out in reaction to imaginary conversations he had with her in his mind, ones where she took his dad’s side and blamed Charlie for their fight.

She hadn’t said these things, though. Charlie hadn’t given her the chance. He wondered, as he sat lonely on his bed, scrolling through all her unanswered texts, how cruel of him it was to refuse his mom the benefit of the doubt. She’d done so much for him. Given him the world. Suffered endlessly for her son to get into a decent school, to provide him a good future...

Ugh. He’d been thinking so much lately about Oliver and Alec, about Jamie Dyer, about Elle engaged to Elijah, and it was starting to put his life into perspective. Maybe he didn’t have anything to complain about. Maybe he was being so callous to his mother because he was selfish and spoiled. It would certainly fit in with recent behaviors.

With a heavy sigh, Charlie texted her back.

hey ma, thinking about you. how’s it going?

It was lame, but it was something. He tossed his phone to the side, half hoping his mother would have the balls to give him the silent treatment right back. But of course not. His phone vibrated with a notification not even five minutes later.

There you are, sweetpea. 😇 I am doing GREAT! Happy as a clam. It’s funny that you should message because I’m about to make your favorite!! Why don’t you come over for pani popo and tea?

His mom was more clever than most people gave her credit for. She would probably be the one ruling the House of Representatives if she hadn’t been relegated to the role of housewife so many years ago. Her text was a perfect example: it sounded simple and earnest to a stranger, but it was coded. She was making Samoan food. That meant Dad wouldn’t be home, without Mom explicitly having to say it.

Charlie, ever allergic to affection, sent his mom a pair of eyeball emojis and the single word “bet” before rolling out of bed to make an anxious trip home.

It was funny that Charlie’s new apartment was a mere 10 minute drive away from the childhood home he’d been running from. It made his months-long tantrum feel all the more pathetic - like a nightmare that only allowed you to run in slow motion. He hadn’t gotten anywhere. He was just jogging in place, waiting for someone else to make a choice for him.

“Oh my goodness, you are so handsome! I almost forgot how much,” his mother said when she opened the door. She stood on her toes to grab his face and Charlie had to lean down to let her kiss both of his cheeks. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you!”

“Okay, okay, mama,” Charlie said, a laugh easing some of his anxiety, “I missed you too.”

Lunch was nice. Talia had cooked some Samoan favorites, which was a little indulgence she allowed herself when she was home alone. She paired coconut rolls and pork sliders with glasses of sweet iced tea, an amalgamation of her birthplace and the American South where she’d lived for so long now.

Talia was getting older, but she wore her age a lot better than Charlie’s father did. Her curly black hair was braided into a bun and she wore no makeup on her face; she didn’t need it. She wore a flowy green dress - a dark, West Virginia green that suited the golden brown tone of her skin. The whole kitchen smelled like fresh bread and coconut, which is what Charlie always remembered when he thought of his mom.

In that moment, he realized he had missed her in a visceral, agonizing way. She was right there, across the marble island, but Charlie’s heart still ached for the months he’d acted like an idiot. One day, she would be gone, and Charlie was terrified of a day, hopefully far in the future, when he sat lonely in a big house, trying to remember the smell of fresh bread and coconut, but coming up empty.

She talked to him about nothing and everything as they ate. Charlie was a chatterbox perhaps because his mother was. She went on and on about the jewelry she had started crafting, about the ladies at church, about new neighbors that had moved in. She had months of gossip for her son and Charlie listened dutifully, nodding his head and laughing at all the right moments, falling into an ease with his mother.

“So, Charlie, there’s something I want to run by you.”

When she said it, he immediately tensed up. It was like the trauma had given Charlie a sixth sense. He knew, from the subtle change in her tone and the way her posture had shifted, that he was going to hate what she said next.

“Oh yeah? What’s that, mama?” he asked, picking at bread crumbs on his plate. She hadn’t really said anything yet, but his heart was beating wildly in his chest. How easily it was for him to come undone. Being home was like driving top speeds down a highway made of black ice; Charlie was constantly prepared for the crash.

“Your father is on his way back from the city. He's got a couple weeks off for Thanksgiving. He should be here soon and I thought it would be nice if we all finally had a talk.”

Like a compact car right into the tail end of an 18 wheeler.

“God, Mom!” Charlie shoved his seat away from the kitchen island, jumping off the stool to make escape that much easier.

“Do not swear at me, Charlie. I’m trying to make things better.”

“No you’re not, you’re trying to pretend like it already is better. Newsflash, Mom: Dad’s an asshole. Unless he’s been invaded by a body snatcher, none of this is going to change.”

She wasn’t looking at him now. She hated confrontation as much as he did. She busied herself with the dishes, passive aggressively clinking them harder than she needed to.

“Do you really have to be so melodramatic?”

Charlie’s chest was on fire. Red hives of anxiety started to crawl up his neck, powered by the erratic nonstop pounding of his heart. He took deep, steadying breaths. His father wasn’t even in the room. He didn’t have to panic. He remembered what Jamie had said at The Gallows: tell your mom the truth, give her a chance to respond the right way.

“He’s sleeping with someone else, Mom. He left you here like the Kennedy sister they don’t talk about while he whips his dick out for every 20-something bimbo in DC.”

Charlie’s mom slammed a plate so hard into the sink that it cracked, sending shards of ceramic to the floor. She hissed, pulling her hand close to herself. Charlie rushed over.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said curtly, brushing off his attempts to help. She rinsed her finger under the faucet, droplets of blood washing down the drain. “I know that your father has certain... indiscretions,” she confessed, still refusing to look Charlie’s way. “Although I prefer not to think of them in such lewd terms, but Charlie, marriage is complicated and your father has a very stressful job. At the end of the day, he’s a good man and if you would sit down and have a talk with us, you would understand. Things are going to be different now.”

The concern for his mother warped into more righteous fury and Charlie raked his hands through his hair to try and calm himself.

“Do you realize that you’ve been saying the same thing since I was like five years old? It’s always, ‘things are going to be different’ but, Mama, things are exactly the same.”

“They’re not the same!” Talia argued. “You’re grown now, none of that old business matters anymore.”

The wind had been knocked out of him with that one. Charlie didn’t have words for it. Years of hidden bruises that didn’t matter anymore. Broken bones with secret origins that didn’t matter anymore. Little Charlie, on his knees, sobbing, begging Mom, Let’s just leave. Let’s go back to your home and live on the beach, far away from Dad. Please, please, please. And Mom’s eternal answer: It’s okay. Things will get better. Charlie had long since given up crying to a broken record, but he felt the ghost of a knot in his throat that afternoon.

“Dad isn’t a different person,” he tried explaining again, his voice aching, begging for this time to be the time his mom finally understood what he was trying to say. “If I was magically 14 again, he would still hit me for doing nothing. When did I ever do anything wrong, Mom?”

“Oh, please, Charlie, spare me the victim act. You are hardly innocent.” Talia had started sweeping up the broken plate, ignoring the cut on her finger, like she needed something to do to avoid looking into her son’s eyes. “I heard about that Halloween party of yours. There was a fight. It wasn’t even a day later that I saw Alec at the bodega with his face all messed up. I’m sure you had nothing to do with that.”

The mere mention of Alec and Oliver sent a flood of emotion through him. The pressure in his head was painful, his eyes watering despite himself. “I didn’t hit Alec,” he said, hating the way his voice had wavered. “Mom... do you really think I would do that? I would never hit...”

He trailed off, no longer able to juggle the task of talking and not crying. It was just as well. If his mom had known how royally he’d fucked up with Oliver, she might have felt vindicated, and thinking about that was too much for Charlie. His silence gave her the opportunity for a final, devastating blow.

“Right, Charlie. In all those fights you’ve had with your father, how many of them started because you hit him first?”

It was ridiculous and unfair but also it was true. Maybe Charlie was making it all up. Maybe, the whole time, Charlie had been the problem.

“Mom...” He sounded small. Weak. Pathetic. He didn’t want to be standing there, wet faced, begging, again, for his mother to choose him. For once. Please. Choose Charlie.

“Maybe you should go. Your father will be here soon and I don’t see us having any productive conversations today with this attitude of yours.”

Charlie didn’t need to be told twice. Running away was something he’d always been good at. He fled the scene of his own undoing, feeling ashamed that he’d ever expected it would be different this time.

Gravewood never changed. Not really. Charlie was just the only one stupid enough to take this long to figure that out.

#made myself sad with this one lads #~catharsis~#other

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luvdsc · 3 years ago

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Miss Cat ✨ I have a fic rec for youuuuuu

It kind of reminded me of your Not Clickbait series extras, so I thought you might like it 😇💙

hey, sweetpea, thank you so much for giving me a fic rec !!! 🌸 unfortunately, I no longer read fics but thank you for thinking of me and my series 🥺💗💗 that means a lot to me 💐💐

#asks #anonymous

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moonlight--cafe · 3 years ago

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Eden babe!! So sorry I’ve been awol I’m staffed on a project and closing a deal right now 🤯 but your notification just popped up on my screen and I wanted to quickly come on here and say thank you for your kind words!! You’re seriously too kind, and also I took a sneak peek and im so honored you entrusted Jun to me! Im sorry jeonghan 😝 And my siblings, I swear I always get mingyu and yuta - serious sibling goals!

Anyways I’ll be back tomorrow to talk more (if you have time I’d love to hear a bit of your thinking as to why you choose them 👀) but have a lovely day my beautiful sweetpea and thank you again for the ship 💕

All good love! I gotta sleep I guess so I’ll see you tomorrow! Sweet dreams or good day (whatever it is for you) 💕

Plus you’ll also get a kind of outfit update because (like anyone asked lmao) because I bought some shoes, I have a problem and I have too many shoes but these boots 🥲🙂🙃 they do something to me emotionally the power these boots have is insane and I wanna talk about shoes and fashion because yay. Anyways good night 😇

#my forever buddy #wooahae

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gardenerian · 2 years ago

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honestly, every excuse not to do the laundry is a good excuse - no ac being one of the best, if i'm asked. but i almost ran out of clean shirts, so there's that :')

ANYWAY

since ao3 is working again, to better topics- gushing over fanworks, because, well, i'm well and truly obsessed with everyone's fucking TALENT over here in this little corner. although, to be fair, you probably know a lot of them already? i'm always late to the best parties, but here goes nothing-

i am still working through things beyond mistake, because?? the premise got me hooked. mickey in especially is beautifully written and i can't. get. enough of it. also, PJ is a badass fucking friend and right for, well, all of *gestures* it.

wait, lemme grab the open tabs for more-

AH, YES, HOW COULD I FORGET, i still gotta catch up on these foolish games, because, c'mon, this just gotta be good. also, love me some "unknowingly texting and it going okay, but hating each other face to face until they realise" (what a genre.).

like a good tumblrian (is that even a word) i of course gotta read your question has been received. just. c'mon. the idiots as tumblr users? how do y'all feel being the geniuses you are.

old man that i am, too, you found me, you knew me's hopefully gonna feed my need for some good old soulmate au (just like @whatthebodygraspsnot's sweetpea. this one's gonna have me dead for good at some point, the WARMTH of it all.)

also, ALSO, i scheduled rereads for both @squidyyy23 's dancing after death and @gallawitchxx's exception to the rule, because i deserve a treat and these two works in particular are pure serotonin to go, topped off with some golden shit i can't name but also can't ever get enough of. and also because squid and bee deserve all the love they can get, i'll die on that hill a thousand times.

(meh, i hope all the links are right and working.)

and there's probably a shitton more on my list right now, but this has gotten long already, and with everything going on i probably won't be able to read all of it anyway - even though y'all make it so worth it every second. some days(tm) are ahead; i'm a procrastinating farmer and these works are my tools. anyway, all love and flowers to you🌼🌾🍀

(also, patiently impatiently waiting for the irish revolution au-)

holy fuck nosho you came through!!! i have not read all of these yet! many of them are on my list to read (literally, i made a spreadsheet aslkjdfh), and with your recommendation i will be sure to get to them ASAP 🥰 YES hating each other face to face while falling head over ass in love online is one of my all time FAVES, sign me UPPPPP!

as a macy stan i am SO THRILLED about today’s yqhbr update! @celestialmickey is a blessing 😇 she has given us all a gift today!

also HELL YEAH sweetpea! i need to catch up! that fic is SO clever and fun, i am enjoying the hell out of it. you absolutely deserve the serotonin of squiddy and bee words - we are so lucky to have such wonderful, lovely people sharing these stories with us! golden! so true!

love love love love love love to see you drop by my sweet! ty for sharing these links! my spreadsheet runneth over!

irish AU is coming… chapter one is complete………. i am fixing her up 😇

#i adore yooooooou #look at all of these fics 🥺 i love this place so much #wishing you well for the days(tm) ahead beloved #mel answers

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