#all of those water bottles are going in the trash bc i have to clean say goodbye to them

[bibleofficial]

compulsively bought a pair of vintage old-fashioned glasses that are a bit rounded so i can ALSO aesthetically use them for wine

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt3

god this is cringe tbh idk why im posting this bc I KNOW they lurking and seeing this shit

anyways

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 3

Hey it’s Chris. I stared at the message on my phone. I had work in 20 minutes. I finished getting ready quickly. Now, I was cleaning the house. I heard my phone go off, forgetting that I gave Chris my number this morning. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting him to actually text me. I continued scrubbing the dishes before responding to his message.

Hello, Christopher. I responded quickly, walking to the living room to clean up the clothes and trash all over the floor. The trash and clothes my mother left there. Empty bottles of liquor scattered before the couch. I bent down, grabbing multiple and tossing them into the garbage, going back to grab more. Buzz buzz.

I took my phone out of my pocket and checked it, once again. 

Just call me Chris. When you call me by my full name you sound like my mother. I giggled to myself. 

Okay, Chris. Sorry about that. He was quick to reply. Damn, is he sitting waiting for this message?

It’s fine. What you up to? I sighed, placing my phone on the side table next to the couch. I sat down, looking at the dirty floor. I should mop. Is that puke? I shook my head with a grossed out expression. Nasty. 

I grabbed the mop from the kitchen closet, filling the bucket with hot water and floor cleaner. I didn’t have much time before I had to leave for work. Buzz. 

I looked back to my phone on the table, picking it up and looking at the message that was sent. The second message, actually. You free tonight? I have a test in calc tomorrow. Was wondering if you could meet me somewhere and help out? I shook my head. I had work until late tonight.

I sent a text back, Sorry, I’m cleaning the house. And I don’t get off work until late tonight. If you’re okay with calling when I get off I can help then. I tried to place my phone down, but it buzzed in my hand.

Where do you work? And yeah that sounds fine. What time you get off? I sent a quick message, avoiding the first question he asked. He didn’t need to know where I worked. Technically no one should know. It was no one's business but mine, but it’s actually illegal to work at a bar until I’m 21. The manager knew my dad personally so I got a quick job there. Now they pay well. As long as I don’t talk about my age or where I work then I should be fine, hopefully. 12. 

My phone buzzed again, but I put it in my back pocket, needing to finish mopping the house. I had to leave in 5 minutes.

–

I sat in my car, in front of the building I worked at. I grabbed my phone. I completely forgot about Chris’s message from earlier. I checked it, getting out of my car walking towards the entrance.

Damn that’s late. What job has those kind of hours? I typed a quick message. A job that pays for food and bills. He was really trying to get it out of me.  He sent another message asking where but I ignored it. He sent another message after a few minutes, understanding that I wasn't going to tell him.

Oh. Well if you aren’t too tired when you get off then I’ll appreciate the help. I opened the front door, heading to the back to pick my things up in my assigned locker. I’ll let you know. 

I put my phone in my back pocket and went to the bar area. We’re normally not super busy until 6, so I had about 2 hours to get things ready. 

–

I was sitting behind the building, on break, hitting the rolled joint in my hand. I smoked every now and then. Not too much and not too little, just enough to relieve some stress. I pulled out my phone, checking the message from Chris. I knew he had sent one. Honestly, he messaged so fast you’d think he was obsessed with me. But that’s crazy, right?

Don’t take this as a creepy message or anything but you got a picture I can have for your profile? You there? Oh shit you’re at work. Let me know when you get off. 4 messages after another? Damn.

It’s been 5 hours since his last message. I’m on break now. If I send a picture you have to send me one as well. Right now, it’s a random dog off of pinterest lmfao. 

It took him about 2 minutes to respond. I put the joint out, shoving the rest of it in my jacket pocket. Lol why a dog? And yeah I’ll send one but you first. 

I opened my camera roll, picking the picture I liked the most. I pressed send, waiting for his response.

(something like this but it’s you, obviously)

I sent after the photo, because you remind me of a golden retriever. 

He responded quickly. Really? Also that’s a pretty picture. You look nice. My stomach started to twist, butterflies floating around. I can hear my heartbeat. He thinks I look nice.

Thank you, Chris. I smiled a little. Now it’s your turn. I glanced around the back of the parking lot behind the building. The music seemed more quiet as I breathed in the cold air, enjoying the moment. Not many people compliment me. Well, not many people like Chris. It felt.. Good.

Your welcome Y/n. Let me find a picture. Give me a sec. 

I shut off my phone, leaning my head against the wall behind me. Buzz buzz.

Notification: New message from Chris popped up on my lock screen. I looked at it for a while, scared to open it.

My breath hitched as I stared down at my phone, my mouth slightly open from shock. My cheeks went slightly pink. Damn, he’s really pretty. I saved the photo, changing his profile picture from the dog to the one he sent. 

Damn, you think I look nice? Look at you. I erased the message. What should I say? It’s not a big deal, Y/n. Just send something simple.

You have nice eyes. Simple and true. He really did have nice eyes. He had nice everything. Nice hair, nice eyes, nice lips. 

“He has a girlfriend, Y/n,” I mumbled to myself quietly. “Besides, he would never go for someone like you.” 

You think so?  I liked his message before sending, yes, I do. 

Thank you Y/n. That means a lot. 

You’re welcome, Chris. I checked the time. I had a few minutes of my break left.  I should get going. My break ends in 2 minutes. Text me at 12 when I get off so I can help with your calculus. 

You got it ma’am. Have fun at work. I shut off my phone, standing from my crouching position against the wall. I needed to stretch my legs. They hurt from sitting in that position for so long. I walked back through the back door, heading back to the bar getting to work. 

[yowyowyaoi]

Deidara’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Tobi:

How long do you boil water for hard boiled eggs?

How long do you boil eggs for soft boiled eggs?

Is there a thing like medium boiled eggs?

Do we have eggs?

Where are the eggs at?

Have you seen my cloak?

Have you seen my gloves?

Have you seen my sandals?

Have you seen Zetsu today?

You left your piece of pie in the refrigerator for 3 days can I eat it?

Do ladybugs have toes?

((early morning)) Do you ever think about how we’re all just wiggly spirits wearing suits made of skin and bones and teeth and hair?

From Hidan:

Fucking Kakuzu getting on my fucking nerves today!

Wanna go half on a pizza?

Ditch that mission with the puppet, it’s hot let’s go swimming.

My shampoo is half gone let me find out it was you who used it asshole!

Did u see how Uchiha limped outta the shark’s room 😏?

I accidentally took Konan’s bra from the laundry room n now I’m scared to give it back bc she’ll beat my ass like last time 😓.

From Itachi:

Did you take my face cream?

Did you take my lotion?

Did you eat my dango from the fridge?

Do you have the $20 you owe me?

Where did you put my sandals?

Are you the one who left that drawing of me and Kisame on the bathroom door?!

From Obito (using a fake number):

You’re so beautiful.

That puppet doesn’t deserve you.

I would treat you like a king.

I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.

Every time I see your face my heart sings with joy and pain. Joy from the miracle of your existence, pain from knowing I will never have you.

What? No! Who is this “Tobi” you speak of??

From Konan:

Face masks tonight?

Made brownies you want one?

Can you come help me paint my toenails?

Did you borrow my leave in conditioner?

Quick come to my room I have some hot “tea” from Konoha !!

From Kakuzu:

Rent’s due.

You either kick in for your share of the utilities or I’m cutting your lights off tonight.

You and Hidan get your asses downstairs and clean up all this mud you tracked into the house!

Start picking up your food and drinks or I’m putting you outside. You are attracting ants. We can’t afford the bug guy again.

If I step in one more wad of clay I’m throwing it all in the trash!

Please cease your attempts to set Tobi on fire. We can’t afford hospital bills OR a lawsuit.

Fuck no. I can barely feed you little brats. A dog is out of the question!

I just got this months phone bill. STOP PLAYING ALL THOSE DAMN GAMES BRAT! That phone is for BUSINESS COMMUNICATION only!!

From Nagato: 

Where’s your mission report?

Mission report due IMMEDIATELY.

We need to talk about the grievances Tobi has brought to my attention.

Don’t lie: were you and Hidan the ones who put black hair dye into my shampoo bottle?

Stop giving our address to food delivery drivers. This is a HIDEOUT. We are supposed to be laying low.

From Zetsu:

The next time you decide to set off a bomb in a public place can you be considerate enough to ASK whether I was planning on eating any of the people first?! 

From Kisame:

Come help me scale these fish and you can have some when I cook them.

Like a double date? Sure. But only if you swear to be nice to Itachi.

No. Samehada is not a toy.

I don’t care kid, make Itachi cry again and I’m biting your head off.

Swimming?

It’s not chocolate it’s a protein shake.

From Sasori:

Already said No. Stop begging.

Dinner tonight?

You left your shirt in my room.

Stop asking me to rate your selfies. I’m a busy man. And they all look the exact same.

Only if you agree to wear a hairnet or something. I’m not spending an hour picking blonde hairs out of my sheets like last time.

Oh come on, please? You’d be the centerpiece of my entire collection!

No. Stop being lazy and write your own mission report.

I miss you. 

Did you spill juice on that puppet? It’s all sticky.

Kakuzu said No? What’d you do to piss him off?

Alright. Be safe. Love you ❤️

[fentrashcat]

Some things that I've changed in my environment that have SEVERELY increased my quality of life in terms of dealing with my limitations-

1. Trashcans in every room. We used to only have a kitchen trash can and a bathroom trashcan, and when you can barely get out of bed/off the couch, it's really nice having a trash can nearby.

2. The only things that go in lower cabinets are either rarely used, or something I certainly won't forget about. No food in lower cabinets EVER. (While cleaning out my kitchen in like 2020 we found things that expired in like 2009 in the bottom cabinets bc they were so underused)

3. Easily perishable or forgettable things (fruit, veggies, meat) are all eye level in the fridge/freezer/pantry. Memorable things (treats, drinks) can go lower. I also removed one of the drawers from my fridge and made that just a water bottle shelf.

4. Easy meals live in the house at all times. Frozen chicken nuggets, ramen, and canned soup are my go-tos. All of them can be microwaved and ready in under 5min.

5. I can't actually remove my cabinet doors for Reasons but if they can be, my upper cabinets stay open.

6. I got a freestanding pantry from like home depot, and that's where most of the food goes. That way it's all together and I can see it all at once.

7. Snack Box. I always forgot about my bread in the bread box because I couldn't see it, so now the bread lives in the fridge (keeps longer) and snacks live in the bread box. They're usually long keeping snacks like nuts and microwave popcorn. I also used neon stickers to label it as snack box so it draws my eye.

8. I hang ALL of my clothes that I can, and they're hung on a rack in the living room. Things in a dresser or closet would vanish for me, and I HATE folding clothes. This came in sections until I found the best solution. When I was younger we just piled clean clothes on a couch and left them. Then I started keeping clean clothes in my hamper, dirty clothes on the floor. Now I keep most clean clothes on hangers, socks and undies just tossed in some fabric storage boxes since those don't have to be seen to be remembered, and hampers are for dirty clothes only.

9. When possible, I have 2 rescue inhalers. One lives in my backpack and the other stays in the house. If I have three then I have one by my bed and one in the living room.

10. Blankets and plush toys are in arms reach of anywhere I sit for a long time. They can help my anxiety and my tics.

11. I have a one month pill organizer that uses dates not week days. I also have alarms that tell me it's time for my meds. I found voice clips of someone saying "stop what you're doing and take your meds or you'll forget" for my night meds, and a song that's like "just go take your medicine right now, I'll wait" for the morning. The pill organizer lives next to my favorite spot in the living room. Fill it up once a month and be set.

12. This is a big one- forget about "normal". So what if it's not normal for my clothes to be in the livingroom? Now that I see them I wear a bigger variety of clothes. Also- don't let people guilt you for doing what works. My refrigerator water dispenser is broken and I hate drinking water out of cups, so I get water bottles. Yes, plastic bottles are bad for the environment, but dehydration is a lot worse for my health (i have a reusable water bottle i use sometimes but i dont always have energy to fill it). If what works for you isn't like the "correct" choice, that's okay.

Take care of yourself, in whatever way works.

The was long but maybe it'll help someone else. I learned a lot of these solutions on my own once I stopped caring about "normal" and just played around to see what works.

More How To Manage ADHD

“I never remember to take out the trash until my trash can is full, at which point the trash bag is really heavy and the stuff at the bottom has been rotting a while, and it’s awful!”

Small brain: “Try to train yourself to take out the trash on certain days at certain times.”

Large brain: “Buy a tiny trash can. Now you HAVE to empty it.”

[shiniganja]

8, 31, 34

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

8-12 empty/half empty ones in my little floor nest (we get free water at work and I take anywhere from 2-7 a night depending on how much bullshit I had to go through lmao), 3-4 in my mini cooler, and 35 pack hidden somewhere in my closet.

what type of music keeps you grounded?

Utsu-p and Dir en Grey are typically my go tos, but I also really like the upbeat, dreamy, kinda Japanese city pop vibes YOASOBI gives and I like how weightless listening to Nujabes makes me feel, especially their song Imaginary Folklore. I have a lot a memories listening to that whenever I'd had anxiety/panic attacks. It's really weird, but I've found that whenever I'm in an "out of it" state fast, aggressive music or music that puts me in a "fairy tale" state will snap me back to reality. (not music but I've also found that buying energy drinks when my brain is going to fast helps to bring me back down and I find that both really weird but still neat). Also the song If You Steal My Sunshine by Len for some reason. It just makes me really, really happy whenever I hear it and all other thoughts go away. It's sort of like a 'brain wiper' so after it's over I can go back to being present.

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Yeah. There's a lot, so I'll just go with a few that I really like. God = Dog by Behemoth, Forced Gender Reassignment by Cattle Decapitation, Gurenge by LiSA (was actually learning this to do a cover at some point), every 2000's rap song, and the theme of Laurence the First Vicar from the Bloodborne ost. It's where the title of my blog comes from actually.

uhhhh these turned out really long but I hope u enjoyed learning about shini n his collection of water bottles, also thank u for the ask, it makes me happy when my friends want to know more about me

[tobiosmilktea]

red ink — semi eita

2.5k words | genre/s: tattoo shop!au, friends with benefits, smut | warning/s: uhh badly written nsfw | pairing: musician!semi x tattoo artist!reader

↪︎ in which famous musician, semi eita is a regular at your tattoo parlor and only gets work done from you and you only. the only catch is that fans only know that much and definitely not the fact that you and him are friends with benefits.

a/n: happy belated bday for my good friend @kitsunetea. here’s my shameless second (third?) attempt at writing smut as a late bday gift bc fuck it, amirite haha ✋🏻😔

please take it easy on this one,, this is singlehandedly one of the worst nsfw pieces i’ve ever written and i just want to apologize in advance...

semi had forgotten the tingling feeling of a tattoo gun striking away at his skin. he liked how each indent of minuscule pinpricks would leave a mark on him forever. the pain, though not enough to make him grit his teeth like the first time around when he impulsively got one on the side of his ribcage, was actually quite nice. the sensation was almost addictive, however, it wasn’t as nearly as addictive as you.

it was no shock nor surprise that each reveal of his newest tattoo was always done by you. most would understand the practicality of going to one tattoo artist consistently. if anything, most of his fans would come to believe that he simply just liked your style of tattooing and artistry, but no one would even claim to think that you two had even a pinch of something going on behind the scenes. it wasn’t like he would always stop by your shop all disguised and covered up in a black cap and a face mask just in case there were any hidden onlookers that would blatantly assume the worst.

the worst being that semi eita, the nation’s current rockstar heartthrob, was hooking up with some obscure, back alley tattoo artist.

but it was safe to say he was as addicted to you as he was addicted to the infamous pain of receiving a tattoo.

it had been ages since his last tattoo. this one especially was placed on his right forearm of a snake that spiraled up and around his wrist in red ink.

times like these—here, where your eyes are focused and locked onto his skin, making sure to capture each intricate detail, brows drawing together in concentration as you made swift and accurate runs over his skin—came to realize how much he missed the feeling of getting tattooed. but most importantly, he missed the feeling of you. the warmth of your skin, body blazing underneath him as your breath tickled at the nape of his neck.

at moments like these where he could just stare at your entirety for an hour and a half, admiring how the low lights cast shadows upon each and every curve of your body was enough to keep him occupied through the process.

you lifted your tattoo gun up as your other gloved hand wiped the area clean from any residual ink. you took one last look at your work, clean and well-done.

it was pretty good if you could say so yourself. the linework was easily one of your best, and the shading was even better. no wonder semi liked getting work done by you so much (other than the fact that you two are friends with benefits—he would joke, “i’ll give you the best night of your life and you can give me a free tattoo in return.”)

you’ve never seen that man back out of a joke that quickly in your life. regardless, you still found yourself taking him up on that offer, still paying for his tattoos as a good customer should. support local businesses as they always say.

“alright,” you say, breaking the last ten minutes of silence as you cleaned him up. “you already know the drill–gently wash it with warm soap and water at least twice a day, pat dry, and then apply ointment.”

semi looked up at you once you stood up to grab a box of saniderm from another station. he stands up, making his way to one of the large mirrors on the wall to inspect his tattoo as a smile crept onto his lips.

“how is it?”

“it’s perfect,” he says, “as always.”

“well, you shouldn’t expect anything less from me.”

“you know, you don’t have to be so professional all the time. the shop’s already closed and no one else is here but us.”

you give him a pointed look as you take out a strip of saniderm large enough to cover the circumference of his forearm. you press the thin plasticine carefully around his freshly bruised skin, peeling the protective backing off of the clear bandage. “technically, you’re still a customer. can’t really give you any more special treatment.”

“says the girl who literally gives me tattoos after the shop closes,” semi fires back.

“or you could actually come in during normal hours to get one instead of coming a minute before we close just so we can hook up,” you deadpan, ignoring the look he gave you as you turn around and made your way towards the front desk.

semi doesn’t miss a single beat in following right behind you, stopping in front of the counter as you were on the other side with the cash register.

“well if you didn’t want to fuck in the back room anymore, you could’ve just told me,” says semi as you tap away at the screen in front of you, “we can go to my apartment instead.”

“paying with card again?” you ask, completely ignoring the way your body heated up all of a sudden.

the musician in front of you nods, handing you his card quickly. you take the thin plastic out of his hand and swiped it in one quick motion, handing it to him once the machine properly reads his card. within seconds, the receipt comes out of the printer. you snatch it from the opening before shoving it into semi’s chest.

“so what do you say?” he presses, continuing to follow you around like a dog as you serpentine your way back to your station.

you let out a sigh, huffing as you start cleaning up, “about what?”

“about me taking you home. maybe spend the night?”

you swerve around to face him, a spray bottle of disinfectant in one hand and paper towels in the other. you give him a coy smile, “you’re funny,” you huff before pushing past him to spray the chair then wiping it down.

“come on, (y/n), it’s been a while since we’ve last done anything together.” semi gives you a mischievous pout, “don’t you miss me?”

his words immediately flush out your cheeks as you recalled the memory so vividly, it was like you could almost feel semi’s large hands exploring every inch of your body, memorizing every dip and curve like it was second nature. to think that all happened in the storage closet while there were people still in the shop. the simple thought of your last rendezvous with him went straight to your heat.

no wonder you haven’t done anything with semi in a while after that little stunt he pulled almost a month ago.

in order for a tattoo shop to run properly, it needed to be completely sanitary to prevent any health complications considering your job was to literally puncture tattoo ink deep into people’s skin, the risk of infection runs high in situations like these. so by law, fucking in a tattoo shop, regardless if it was in the backroom, was completely out of regulations. not to mention the scandals to potentially spread like wildfire that one of the world’s favorite musicians being at the root of all this.

those poor fangirls, you thought. drama was the last thing you wanted.

“so?” you say, trying to pull yourself together as you finish sanitizing the chair. you turn to face him, hoping that he couldn’t see the way your cheeks were burning up knowing he would only keep up the teasing. “why don’t you just fuck one of you groupies or something?”

semi scoffs, “i’d never stoop that low. besides, you’re the only one i’ve been with ever since this started happening between us.”

“good for you for not being a whore, i guess?”

you brush past him again, this time cleaning up the mess on your table. placing the spray bottle of water, rolls of paper towels, bottles of red ink, and your gloves away–you discard anything else in the bin.

“don’t be like that,” he sighs as he comes and wraps a strong arm around your waist. he rests his chin on your shoulder, the tip of his nose tickling at your skin as his mouth latches onto your neck. “i for sure missed you.”

“eita,” you say, attempting to hold back a moan as he nipped at the sweet spot on your neck. despite your efforts, quiet mewls escape your lips as his thumbs rubbed circles over your hips. “i-i still have to clean up. let me finish and then maybe we could—”

without another word, semi lets go of you and immediately starts getting to work, gathering up all the one-time-use disposable items and dumping them all in the trash. he moves quickly, rubbing down every nook and cranny of your station until it’s squeaky clean. your eyes widen at his state. it was clear he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible so he can finally have you all to himself.

did he really yearn for you this much?

in just a few minutes, the job is already done. clean and spotless and ready for tomorrow’s workday as semi gives you a hopeful look. “is that all?”

you hold back a smile as you motion towards the boxes stacked up near the entrance of the backroom, “i still have to put those away and then we’re all done for the day.”

the man doesn’t even let you finish as he’s already making his way down the hallway. There was no sign of hesitancy in his actions as he grabbed two of the boxes, one stacked on top of the other as he barged into the backroom. you follow him in with only one box in your hand as you placed them in their respective places on the large industrial shelving.

you let out a grunt as you picked up the last box and inserting it into its spot. you sigh, dusting your hands as you turn around to face semi, “alright, we’re all d—”

semi doesn’t hesitate for a second to push you up against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with such desperation and fervor. he had been anticipating this for the past two hours. from the moment he walked in, to the moment you finished tattooing him; all he wanted was you.

you moan into his lips, his hand cupping your jaw while the fingers of the other were already working their magic. his touch greatly juxtaposed the zeal in the way he kissed you deeply, dipping his tongue between your soft lips as his finger, slightly calloused from years of guitar playing, gently trailed their way up your shirt.

there was a brief moment where you had to pull away from him in order to catch your breath. chest rising and falling rapidly along with the quickening beat of your heart, semi dived down to your neck, marking you with dark red bruising to anywhere he had access to. his large palms rubbed your sides before squeezing at your breasts to elicit a pleasurable groan from you. the pent-up heat within you only built the more he played with your body, fingers flicking at your nipples.

“what happened to taking me back to your place?” you asked breathlessly.

“i couldn’t wait any longer,” he mutters on your warm skin, feeling his soft lips twitch into a lopsided grin as before you knew it, he was already tugging your shirt over your head. “jump,” he says and you don’t miss a beat.

he catches you quickly, hands palming your ass as he steers you towards one of the supply tables. pushing away loose items and paperwork off to the sides.

semi’s lips meet yours again as he fiddles with the button and zipper of your jeans, diving his hand inside. he palms your sex, the pads of his fingers teasing up and down your slit as his thumb rubs circular motions around your clit. your moan muffles into his shoulder, breathe heavy and uneven.

you couldn’t seem to catch your breath as he dipped two fingers into you, pumping them in and out slowly. it was a nice change of pace from earlier, and yet you couldn’t help but let out mewls of impatience as you ground your hips into his hand, desperate for more.

semi knew what the hell he was doing.

he was a musician after all. his entire career was literally built off of his innate ability to play the guitar that each expertly placed finger and movement that accompanied it was guaranteed to send waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. he was good at what he did and he knew it. he didn’t need to see the way you were shaking under him, coating his hand with your juices, or have to hear your addicting moans to know you felt so, so good.

“eugh, eita–” your breath hitches when he curls his fingers inside you, rubbing the spongy spot deep within you in the best way possible. you curse under your breath, savoring the pleasure as you felt your release coiling in your abdomen.

“you’re close aren’t you?” semi didn’t even have to ask to know as your walls tightened around him. you nod hastily, eyes coating in lust and the desire to feel the release as you look at him.

the look that you gave him as enough to send him over the edge, his thoughts blurring once he quickens his pace, his middle and ring finger pistoning in and out of you.

you let out a cry, practically trembling under him. “oh my god, oh my god.”

with his other hand, he finds your clit again, rubbing you over the edge. it was all too much. from the mixing cacophony of the most obscene and vulgar sounds of sex emanating from the backroom to the absolute thrill of how good semi was making you feel—you were ready to feel that euphoric glow.

“fuck,” you clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin even through the fabric of his shirt. “shit, baby, i’m gonna—”

semi doesn’t mind the sting of your scratches at his body as he was too busy paying mind to you cumming all over his hand. gushing fluid escapes from you in waves as semi continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, his pace matching with the way your walls pulsated around him.

as you came down from your high, your arms that rested on the table to hold you up felt weak. almost immediately, your body slumps onto semi as he licks your pleasure off his fingers. you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you both stayed there for a few beats to catch your breaths, savoring the unique afterglow whenever you were with semi.

perhaps it wasn’t so bad doing this type of thing with him a bit more often. you didn’t mind what you had with him right now even if you two were just friends with benefits. you liked what you had now and asking for more would certainly cause a strain you don’t want to happen so soon.

your hand reaches up to run through his soft hair.

“hey,” you softly say. he only responds with a hum, “what about you?” you ask as your eyes cast down to the straining tent in his jeans.

he doesn’t answer. instead, he places a few kisses on your cheek and down to your neck before placing one of your lips. “let’s continue this at home, i have a surprise for you.”

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[bitchfitch]

ok before i start the next section of this 31 minute video it has taken me 3 hrs to get through the first 15 minutes of I need to point something out.

After you finish a stained glass piece it's still covered in flux and usually some markings or a little glue from the cutting and assembly part of the process. So you have to wash it with soap and water. They did not mention this step but it's obvious they did do it.

There's lead in solder and there's lead in the nice flux they're using. The lead in the solder isn't really a concern unless you use an abrasive cleaning agent like brasso or steal wool (unless you're trying to remove tarnish the soft side of a kitchen sponge and some dish soap is all you need) or let it soak for some reason. It's not going to dissolve out of the solder fast enough to be an issue. The lead in the flux however can be. Depending on where you live and how your water is processed you may very easily exceed the legal amount of lead you are allowed to put down your sink. Those laws are there to stop you from poisoning the bacterial colonies used as part of the water treatment process. Please if you use leaded flux wash your pieces in a small bucket of water that you let evaporate dry instead of dumping out or keep sealed and full of soap to stop things moving in. I use a plastic ammo case i keep beside my table that i replace the water in on about a monthly basis bc that's how long it takes for it to start smelling weird. The water in it goes in a larger bucket left in the sun to evaporate, i (and Evan and Katelyn) live in Texas your results may vary depending on where you live, The remaining lead and glass dust gets chucked in the same plastic trash bag the rest of my stained glass waste goes in. Check your local laws to make sure there isn't a special way you need to dispose of that sort of thing because those laws are Absolutely in place for a reason. Usually to protect the environment or infrastructure around you.

Ok onto the next part of the video. Katelyn is intimidated by the number of tools you need because they bought way more tools than you need for the project she ends up making. (You need a cutter(8), soldering iron and rheostat (40), flux(4), foil(6), patina(10), solder (28), half a sqft of glass (11per sqft) and something kinda rough but smooth to chip off bits of extra glass. A rock is more than enough (total 107 if you don't already have a soldering iron, which they did)

also the bar things i was bitching about earlier are called Layout blocks. I have already shared my grievances with those. They aren't worth it if you don't need precise straight lines and specific corner degrees which for that cat you don't. they would actively make things harder and worse.

the Kwik crimp. A product that does not work consistently or make anything faster or easier. Its is only useful if you don't have the hand mobility to foil or burnish things. Which is a fair problem to have i just wish it actually worked. and didn't cost 11 real dollars while not working.

The burnisher. You don't need a special made burnisher. Just use a pen cap or the handles of your scissors or something else hard and plastic.

Bandaids, eh. Glass cuts don't hurt but they can bleed. Most close up on their own if you just elevate the cut area and chill for 2 minutes. but yeah i keep a box on my table even if i don't think I've used more than two for glass related injuries in the last year.

Finishing compound??? I think that's patina but what the fuck kind Is that? there's like one brand you can get for not a million dollars in this part of the word. i just googled it. it's a 30 to FIFTY$ bottle of wax polish. Hey remember when i mentioned Brasso? The thing that's the same stuff? for 5$ a bottle?

Ruler yeah sure if you dont already have one, but any straight edge will do since trying to cut along a ruler is Way more annoying than just learning how to pull a straight line. I feel like this is foreshadowing.

lead came. They don't have any of the stuff for mudding. also lead came isn't really necessary for projects this small it's a purely aesthetic thing. it's also expensive as hell and for some reason they cut it down to short little 1 foot lengths? Your not supposed to do that because it's massively wasteful compared to just cutting from a roll. The came needs to be in a whole piece that's wrapped from one corner to the next. on this piece that would be from where the ear meets the body, over it's back and all the way to that point of the forward foot, another piece up to the point of the ear, another across the top of the head, and then a last one down the ear. This is because lead came doesn't do sharp corners well. pre cutting everything into 1ft strips means you'll have a lot of waste.

Also they haven't mentioned a lead vice... oh God they didn't get a lead vice. You need a lead vice if you're doing anything with came because you have to stretch it out before you add it to your project. otherwise it will sag and pull away over time. this is Not a beginner friendly method of doing the leading. just use the same solder on the edges you used for the rest of it.

They bought a pre cut square of homasote board..... don't. if you're going to buy homasote get it in the big 50$ 4x8ft sheets at the hardware store not the 30$ shitty 1x1 ft squares. Or! ceiling tile. 70¢. Less than a dollar. 1.5x3ft of work space if I'm remembering the dimensions of a ceiling tile right.

we already talked about why she doesn't need pliers. The grozier pliers specifically will be useless for something like this. The running pliers are only marginally better because again, you can just break the glass with your hands when you're doing something this simple. it's just glass. Where gardening gloves.

She also brings up safety goggles. Katelyn has normal glasses she wears when she doesn't want to wear her contacts. Those are safer in this context bc if the glass gets around the glasses, usually by touching your face with a hitchhiker or dry sanding the glass, and gets in your eye, it can get under the contact lense and pressed into your cornea by it. This is bad. Avoid contact lenses when doing stained glass. And your normal ass glasses are more than enough protection for this application. but you do Need some kind of eye protection.

and now this thing. This fucking thing. You don't need a funky light, it'll get in the way far more often then it helps. You don't need a face shield because the bit is mostly going to fling the glass water horizontally and not up.

that patch of white is caked glass dust that got flung that direction by the grinder bit Does it seem like it's throwing a lot upwards? That shield will do nothing and is just an upcharge. The foot pedal is also not going to help at all. You just need an on off switch because of how long you're going to be at the grinder you're going to want to be able to you know, move. without it turning off.

Also. This grinder design sucks balls. The modern way of doing things is to have a corkscrew shape at the base of the grinder bit that forces water up and over the very base of the bit to keep it wet and wash away grit. This is a sucky way of doing things. Only the bottom third of the bit is kept wet and your relying on the vortex to clean the glass dust off the bit so it'll keep grinding. it also splashes water everywhere and if you have your pattern pieces glued to your glass or drawn on them itll wash your pattern off. and it Only Works if the reservoir is completely full meaning you're constantly topping it off. That's what the sponge is for. Just make the sponge wet. Press it against the bit. it wipes the the bit clean, the entire thing, keeps it damp without throwing massive amounts of water all over the place, and reduces the amount of glass dust thrown at You. since imthats the direction the bit spins.

It also means you can use a grinder mate with the grinder. This is a plastic tool with rubber grippies that securely holds the glass at a nice level angle while you hold it by its handle. if you do a lot of stained glass this thing is vital. it keeps your hands dry and free of as much glass dust. it also makes holding the pieces easier on your hands in general. because like real talk I've got some Issues with my hands and wrists. this thing is the magic sauce that makes it all work. it doesn't work if you don't use a sponge though because it holds it too high for the vortex. so Sponge.

as previously mentioned this thing is Way overpriced garbage. but hey we got through the supply section of this video. they didn't buy patina here either.

onwards. Though i don't think there will be much to say once they're through the cutting and grinding process. I'm ok with that.

she's excited about doing her own design. and they laser cut the pieces out to make a templant. Don't do that. just use scissors to cut the paper pattern out and glue it to your glass

ah and now they're learning the hard truth about glass cutting. Every Single Cut has to go from one edge of the sheet of glass to the other. The break will always extend the entire length of the glass so you can't do something like this

there would be a lot of waste but all she has to do is put the edges against the edge of the glass and cut off the extra section parallel to that edge. then put all the pieces Close to each other so that each score line cuts both the edges of two pieces at once. itll mean no grinding and will save a lot of glass

the opposite of this. she has a grain pattern she wants to go for, which i respect, but she's wasting a massive amount of glass by leaving that much open space between the pieces. push them closer together.

hey remember what i said about the glasses?

you are making this harder for yourself.

she started her first score line and picked up her cutter because she was going off the line. Never do that. Commit and just Keep going. That section is most likely ruined now because that break is just going to go wherever it likes. fortunately they did get a pane that makes the Noise™ but that also means it's really obvious that she didn't keep consistent pressure. it went ok but now she's? wiping off the pattern she traced on?? Commit to your patterns. it makes things easier.

Ok they're onto grinding and are talking about the pieces heating up. no. You shouldn't be putting too much pressure on your grinder because it wears out the gears, motor, and bit way faster. So long as everything stays wet the glass won't heat up. that energy is leaving the system when the grinder flings the glass dust water away.

ok they got the model that uses a sponge. that's nice. would be nice if it wasn't a tiny thing in the absolute worst position. the glass dust is just going to build up on the edge of that sponge and need to be constantly wiped clean so it doesn't gum everything up. also those guards. I get why they're there but if you ever do complicated shapes or big pieces they just get in the way and they don't even actually stop that much dust. All grinders have them i just think they suck.

also this is what I'm talking about. That is Not Comfortable after three hours of grinding. get a grinder mate they will save your finger skin because like. those edges are still sharp and your hands are just going to be in that water. the entire time youre grinding and it Takes Forever. like i spend about 15 minutes per piece of a project and 7 of them are just grinding on average. it's also loud. wear ear protection, earbuds will do. She started pushing harder and the grinder is protesting but they don't know that pitch change means she's pushing too hard and it's not liking it.

and now they're realizing how long this is going to take.... Rip.

There isn't a lot to say from here on out that i haven't said but yeah they're using metal push pins. which like. work. they just make it harder and cost more than wire brads.

they're not even going to use the came fbfhhfhfbnfhfn that's money they spent for legit nothing now. she's just soldering the edges like Evan did. which hey, it's a good thing because as previously mentioned. they didn't have the tools needed to use the came.

and it came out really nice! she should be proud of it,

and now they're doing the final judgements and talking about the money which again. They spent at least 600 dollars more than they had too, and needed over 100$ of extra materials for the 30$ kit Evan did.

They spent more for that kit than they would have if they just asked someone at a glass shop what supplies they would need for Katelyn's pattern. and they would have had materials left over to do more pieces because some of that shit lasts Ages. I'm only 3/4s of the way through the 4 dollar jar of flux i bought a year ago.

so the lessons of the day: don't buy those kits, or that grinder, support small businesses, buy what you can from the hardware store instead of the craft store, and it's always ethical and easy to steal shit from hobby lobby.

Anyways that's the end of the 30min video that took me four hours to watch

the YouTubers i make fun of for being really really normal but act like they aren't in kinda cringe 'hello fellow teens' meets 'please like me please like me please like me' way have released a stained glass making video........ I'm posting this half because I'm working rn and can't watch it right away and know I'll be sent links to it, and half because i kinda want to live blog a viewing of it

[manicpixiedreamenbie]

Vent post//Probably not that interesting

Last night my bf was being such a douche. And he's the kind of person who always gets upset at you when you're upset at them and so he did not apologize and I just cried silently all night and didn't like participate in cuddling. But like neither did he, and that made made even more upset because I'm the one who he was being a dick to all day?

He was in a bad mood overall because he has a cold and we there was more traffic than usual for the parade (but not even a ridiculous amount? We could still get where we wanted to go it just wasn't as instant. He was negative and not really participating in conversation while we drove, everytime I said something he made it about how angry he was. When we got home I got a call that my grandmother had a stroke and I was talking about how my sister was at my moms and she was very upset and he really hates my sister for a lot of reasons but it wasn't supposed to be about her, but he kept turning everything I said about her into something terrible, like "oh those tears are fake, if she goes and visits your grandmother she'll make it all about herself" which I genuinely don't think is true. My grandmother is one of the few people my sister actually cares about. Just because she's terrible doesn't mean he knows her as well as me. He just wouldn't listen to anything I was saying and kept taking about how awful my sister was and I just wanted to talk about my grandmother's situation.

And I said something like, "I feel you are too blinded by your hate for my sister to listen to me talk about my grandmother right now." Then he denied that and got all quiet and distant and wouldn't look at or touch me at all. So I followed suit. Then he picked up the laser pointer to make my cat Wanda stop scratching the couch. Which by my house rules they are allowed because I really don't have anything else for them to scratch on right now and the parts that they've been scratching are destroyed anyway. But it annoys him and he sometimes spends like all night with one arm over the couch to stop her because she likes to prickle her claws into the couch and lay down and look up at us. But he sometimes gets genuinely pissed that she won't stop and he was, and that makes me really mad because I really feel like he doesn't even like my cats sometimes. He picked up the laser pointer because all my cats gather when they hear it jingle and they think they're gonna play but he just wanted to distract her. So I said if you're not gonna play with them give me the thing so I can because if you pick it up you have to. And he said no multiple times and then started shining around, at which point Silky jumped up on the arm of the couch and I thought he shined it directly into her eyes intentionally, because it REALLY looked that way and I'm sill not convinced he didn't, so I got mad and tried to take the thing from him bc no one disrespects my babies 😤 I will start a fucking fight with the person who disturbs their peace and happiness. And so he got mad at me for trying to take it and then decided to sort of chuck it at me. Not very hard but the energy was really negative and aggressive, even if the action wasn't that bad. And that's the part that made me cry. I don't really know why.

It's usually not like this. But it just feels even worse because I feel like I didn't deserve any of it? Like yesterday I went to his house and took care of him while he was sick and I was just sick and I had to basically beg him to just get up off the couch and get my cough medicine? When he can simply ask for a bottle of water in perfect health and I run and grab that shit no problem? Even when I'm sick, or I'm the only one who worked that day, I make dinner, do the dishes from dinner, take out all the trash, clean up the house and the messes he makes.

Also doesn't help that he had just slept with me before he decided to be a dick about my grandmother and the cats and the laser pointer shit. Like it just makes me feel like an object. Like yeah your body is nice and all but fuck these feelings man

[stevesharrlngtons]

Y'all got any more of those headcanons about White Trash Mickey?

lemme think 🤔 currently trying to dredge up all the white trash memories of my childhood lmao

well, the house has wood paneling on the inside (whether it is a house or a trailer)

mickey works construction, and even on off days he’s wearing carhart khaki overalls and work pants

i think while he is white trash, he’s also punk trash™️ so trade camo from distressed and ridiculously stained white shirts, and mounted deer heads for thin band posters held up with duct tape

100% let’s people park on his lawn

smokes cigarettes in the house and ashes them in a smattering of goodwill ashtrays (which may or may not be actual ashtrays at all)

i don’t think mickey would chew, but his buddies might, so there are plastic water bottles full of swilly brown spit throughout the house (cough ask my about my personal story with this one 😂)

all the doors have at a least two inch gap between the bottom of the door and the carpet

one bathroom for the house that has never been cleaned and likely never will be

his bed has no frame and no fitted sheet

probably has lawn furniture as interior furniture

probably buries his trash lmao

has a huge fire pit in the backyard, that is also overgrown to hell, but is still useable bc him and his buddies have trampled down the tall grass/weeds

tbh probably grows weed in his garage too

has a drawer of weapons, but mostly just butterfly knives and switch blades, and then along side that is like birthday candles, a tattoo gun, weed gummies, an old coin collector book with only three coins in it and expired condoms

has a dog that loves him to death but has absolutely no manners or training (a mutt or a pitbull for sure) he basically only feeds the dog raw meat or that cheap canned wet dog food from the corner store

the dog has probably pissed on at least two of his friends and they all think it’s hilarious

blares music from an old boom box attached to an ipod nano all hours of the day and night and pisses his neighbors off like crazy

has two white freezers in the garage, only one works, the other one just leaks

nude posters of hustler models on the walls of the garage

an old slot machine on his front porch he says he’s going to fix up and make a fortune off of, but never has

[lihikainanea]

tiger napping at bill's house and she wakes up having started her period and shes so embarrassed and her cramps are terrible because she hasn't taken any pain meds but bill is so calm and understanding and helps clean her up, giving her a hot water bottle and does her tampon for her (bc you have made me obsessed with this idea 🥺)

Oh god this kink it is so strong and I am still SO ASHAMED.

Just a reminder that this is a JUDGMENT FREE ZONE. We are all safe here.

Look man, I don’t know if any of my lady friends out there have ever had the pleasure of starting a birth control pill. Whether it’s a start-from-scratch situation, or a change up situation where you were on one before but now you want to try a new one–but let me tell you, in my experience, it is absolute HELL ON EARTH. Get ready to gain 15lbs. Get ready to gain another 15lbs in just your bra, because your tatas will get huge. Get ready to be an emotional basket case. A total hormonal tornado. A HORMONADO, IF YOU WILL. But the most fun of all, is get ready to start your period literally any time, anywhere, completely unexpected for like, 6 months. Last year I had to switch to a pill with less estrogen and Jesus Christ, it was awful. I was either on my period for like 3 months straight at a time or it would just start RANDOMLY and it was a fucking cascade–and let’s keep in mind, too, that I am routinely on flights that last like, 16 hours. And that I train in martial arts, and our uniforms are white. Spontaneous crimson waves were literally my biggest fucking fear all of last year.

So like, look. Maybe Bill and tiger had a conversation one day–both of them always used condoms with previous partners because maybe tiger never really had a steady partner so condoms were a MUST, and maybe Bill always used them with his partners because he just felt a little better having double protection or maybe his partner insisted on it, who knows. Either way, once they start boinking on the regular, maybe they talk about it. Except they talk about it in true Bill and tiger fashion, which means one day over breakfast tiger just blurts out that she’s going to start taking an anti-baby pill that week so he doesn’t have to keep wrappin’ it before he’s tappin’ it and Bill just like, chokes on his orange juice. And once it’s out of his nostrils, once she’s gone back to reading the comics in the paper, he clears his throat and gently squeezes her feet–which are, of course, in his lap.

“Tiger are you sure?” he asks, “Aren’t they kind of…hard on your body?”

“I want to,” she shrugs, “For a lot of reasons.”

“If I’m the main reason, kid, I’m fine however we decide to…do it,” he stammers. And he’s turning a little pink and it’s adorable, “I don’t mind uh…I don’t mind wearing condoms.”

She smiles softly at him.

“I know,” she says, “And thank you. But it would be nice to also be more…regular. There’s a bunch of reasons, Bill. And I just want to.”

“Okay,” he returns her soft smile, “If you’re sure.”

And like, part of me wants to believe that he accompanies tiger to the doctor because she’s terrified of doctors. And while he obviously doesn’t go into the exam room with her, this mental image of Bill all folded in two in a tiny plastic chair, surrounded by pregnant ladies and posters of uteruses and these physical reconstructions of vaginas and vulvas just gets me cackling. He’s so uncomfortable.

ALRIGHT SO. Here we are. So tiger gets the pill, and she starts the pill. And it is hell on Earth. She’s bloated. Her tatas are sore. Literally nothing fits anymore–including her bras, which Bill needs to bite his fist and leave the room every time she changes and he just sees her swollen breasts spilling over the top of her bra. He wants to nose dive into her chest, but he knows she’s uncomfortable and feeling anything less than sexy.

But more than that her cycle is just…havoc. It is unpredictable. It happens any time, anywhere. He’s had to take her home smack in the middle of a dinner party at a nice restaurant when she’s emerged from the bathroom with a panicked look in her eye. He’s had to take his sweater off and wrap it around her waist, bring her to his car as she just cries because she’s mortified. And Bill feels just a tad responsible and a tad guilty, because he still thinks she’s doing this in large part for him. And he really, really feels for her because not only is her cycle unpredictable, but it’s also just a lot more painful than it usually is–which was already a lot. She’s doubled over in pain on the couch, she has trouble eating, she doesn’t want to move, she always gets a migraine. It’s awful for the poor thing.

And Bill just…god, Good Dude Bill. He makes it impossible to be embarrassed around, even when tiger is so fucking mortified. Because it’s inevitable–sometimes it starts in her sleep, and Bill has to gently shake her awake. And she just cries, because she’s in pain but she’s also just so embarrassed but all Bill tries to do is soothe her, comfort her, coax her into a hot shower while he changes the sheets and gets another hot water bottle ready for her. He’ll cuddle her on the couch when she just can’t move from it, wrapping around her and rubbing her stomach gently. And he really just does his best to try and take care of her–makes her lots of hot tea. Makes sure she eats as much as she feels up to eating. Helps her manage the pain a bit with some meds, and when it gets real bad, he runs the best bubble baths and he’ll just sit there in it with her for hours.

And I mean like, look. I don’t know how it happens. But I want it to happen, and I am now at the point where I’ll just FIGHT ANYONE WHO DARES JUDGE ME ABOUT IT. 

But maybe her body is kind of stabilizing a bit after a few months, so they think they’re in the clear. But she’s been complaining of a nagging backache for most of the day, a bit of a headache, and she seems rather oblivious that those are some signs she’s about to get her period and Bill is just looking at her with a quirked brow wondering how the hell someone could be so oblivious about their own body. In any case, he’s a little more aware than she is–but he knows better than to say anything.

But sure enough that night as they’re sleeping, he’s curled around her. And I kind of low key love this idea of a little alarm bell that goes off in his brain sometimes that he needs to check on Little Human. So he wakes up, and sure enough–he feels it. That wetness, all over the front of his boxers. He sighs, raises up a little to check on her–but she’s knocked out cold still, which is probably a good sign. It means she’s not in pain. 

He eases away from her slowly, goes to get a washcloth from the bathroom and some of her supplies. And when he crawls back to bed, he eases her onto her back and starts to pull her panties off. She stirs a little.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to her, and she settles a bit. He pulls her panties slowly down her legs and off, reaching to move her thighs a little further apart. She stirs again, shifts a little and grumbles. He presses a light kiss on her lips.

“What’re you doing?” she mumbles, and it’s sleepy and she’s not even half awake.

“Cleaning you up,” he says, “Stay still.”

And like, here’s the thing. Tiger is still in that floaty state, right? And god I hope none of you have ever had this happen to you, but ever fall asleep first at a slumber party, and then everyone pulls pranks on you? Because I have. I deadass fell asleep once and woke up in the MIDDLE of my friends writing on my face with a Sharpie, and I asked them what they were doing. And they told me they were writing on my face. And I was in that in-between stage, so I legit just said “awesome have fun” and went back to sleep.

Tiger’s halfway between sleep and rational consciousness, and she’s asking questions but not really registering the answers or at the very least, not getting panicked about them. Which is good.

“Why?” she asks, but she doesn’t move and her eyes are still closed. Bill hesitates, runs his hands softly over her stomach and she purrs a little.

“You got your period, kid,” he decides on honesty. And her brows furrow a little at that, and she makes as if she’s going to sit up.

“Oh,” she says, “Oh god.”

And she’s starting to wake up fully, but if he can just keep her relaxed enough, it’ll all be fine. He pushes down on her stomach a little harder, kisses her softly again.

“Relax, tiger. I’ve got you,” he says, “Go back to sleep.”

And he waits until she settles again, before grabbing the warm washcloth and cleaning her up. When he’s done he tosses it into the laundry bin before he grabs the tampon–which he unwrapped in the bathroom, so it wouldn’t make any noise because Bill’s a smart dude–and he puts a soothing hand on her stomach, scratching lightly as he just gently put it in for her. He tosses the rest into the trash, pulling the blankets back up and curling around her. And tiger is registering what’s happening, but she’s so goddamn tired and she’s just so comfy and feeling so fucking safe and well taken care of with him that she just lets it happen. Because it’s the middle of the fucking night, but he’s got those big warm hands running all over her and he’s cooing softly at her and just telling her that he’ll take care of her and she thinks that yes, yes that sounds perfect.

And you know what? You’d be a goddamn fool if you don’t think for a second that Bill is also humming with those good caretaker vibes, helping her, giving her what she needs, taking care of her. He tucks her into his chest and he’s feeling mighty good about himself, too.

But like, look, the next day? When tiger realizes exactly what happened? Oh god. She’s mortified. And Bill knows, because she tries to avoid him from the minute she wakes up.  She’s skittish, nervous, she leaves the room as soon as he comes in and it doesn’t take long for him to corner her and get all up in her space.

“Tiger,” he says as he bends to catch her gaze. She closes her eyes immediately. “Out with it.”

“Out with what?”

“You know what,” he accuses.

“Bill, who does that?” she snaps and her cheeks are turning bright red, “God it’s just so…so….so weird and gross.”

“Me, I do that,” he tells her as he tilts her chin up, “And it’s not weird or gross, so shut up.”

“Bill, you literally put a–”

“I know what I did,” he interrupts, “And it wasn’t the first time I’ve done it. It won’t be the last, either. I told you kid, one of my ex’s was really into that sort of thing.”

Tiger finally meets his gaze as her features contort into a look of disgust, her lip curled. Bill rolls his eyes.

“Tiger, look. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he says earnestly, but Bill knows. He knows she’s embarrassed, but he also knows that she didn’t stop him last night.

“But if it didn’t…” he continues, and he bends to take her face in his hands as his eyes sweep over her, “If it didn’t, then that’s also not something you should be embarrassed about, either.”

Tiger is turning progressively more purple. And she reaches up and fiddles awkwardly with the neckline of his shirt.

“It’s weird,” she mutters. And she sounds an awful lot like she’s trying to convince herself. Bill waits, lets the silence hang until she meets his eyes–which are nothing but kind, honest, not an ounce of judgment anywhere.

“Did you like it?” he smiles warmly at her. She huffs, tries to take a step back but he still has her face in his hands. He kisses her softly, reassuringly, but he doesn’t let her get away.

“Did you?” he asks again.

“Bill,” she whines, but he looks at her expectantly, “I didn’t….I didn’t hate it. Alright? I didn’t hate it.”

He still has the same lopsided, soft grin on his face.

“I….like it when you take care of me,” she admits. She’s rewarded with another soft kiss.

“And I like taking care of you,” he says. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight to his chest. She sighs.

“Want lunch?” she asks, both because she’s desperate to diffuse an awkward situation and desperate to change the subject.

“Sure,” he chuckles, and he breaks away from her. 

“Then get out of my kitchen, it’ll be ready in a few minutes,” she says. He winks as he turns to walk away but before leaving completely, he turns back to her.

“Oh, and tiger?” he says, and she meets his gaze, “When it comes to you? Nothing is ever off the table. I don’t care how weird you think it is–I’m down. Remember that, kid.”

[milkinghomelander]

Also work is REALLY FUCKING HARD like I know I bitch about it regularly, but it was fine before. It was a routine. Now, large equipment breaks every other day and I’m always the manager on duty and at least one person a shift calls off and when another manager is there it’s usually the GM, which intimidates the fuck out of me. I think she likes me and doesn’t hate the work I do so idk why but man does it make me extra anxious. Just bc authority figure. Idk. But I already have sm to keep track of that I have to keep like 13 alarms in my phone every time I work and now I’m working associate jobs on top of it. Today, I went on a canoe river clean up w school all morning. It was like 4 miles of canoe-ing and grabbing trash when we saw it. Then I go home, shower and get dressed at the speed of light, and go to work and the sewer pump is broken. Workplace smells like ass and balls. On top of it, I’m missing two positions and lm the closing the manager. The GM is there when I get there and is just like, “the plumber is coming. Re-open when he’s done” and leaves. They haven’t been telling me certain ppl have had breaks. They come up to me and hr before their shift ends while I’m busy and tell me they haven’t had a break. This isn’t their fault btw. It’s the manager handing me the shift that told me they had a break’s fault. Today was one of the VERY few times an associate didn’t get a break on my shift and it made me so upset. Probably more upset than him, but I feel like I failed the dude. I hate when associates feel the need to comfort ME like it’s not my job. I’m like falling apart. I feel like I can’t keep my standard at work anymore. I’m also the maintenance manager and there’s weekly and monthly cleaning tasks. I’ve been doing them and assigning them to associates. I’m the only one thats been doing so. The workplace is falling apart and I can’t get people to like, help clean garbage cans let alone keep equipment steady. I’ve put this in the manager group chat twice. My GM told me after the first time that I needed to say something in the chat. So, ignoring the fact that I already did, I did it again and still got ignored. My AGM hates me and throws away my cups. Not to be a whiny bitch, but I have OCD and very much got used to and now prefer using blender bottles for my ice water and lattes. This is important bc I’m a college student that works full time that needs the caffeine and also drinks 100 oz of water a day. She throws them away if I leave them. They don’t throw other peoples cups away. They’re like $20 a bottle. She threw out the one that had the not broken lid. I only had 2. I hate her. I asked her if she threw it out and she told me she didn’t but was acting like the whole situation was funny (I didn’t tell her why it bothered me, just asked if she threw it out. I don’t express how I feel about the cups openly bc I don’t need ppl knowing I got OCD like THAT). I also work with teenagers that make fun of me and I am in a FRAGILE STATE. Just get me out of there. I think I have 4 days off next week bc they made me use PTO to have my moms bday weekend off instead of just scheduling me those 2 days off? Whatever. I kind of need it. They’re just really really on my nerves.

I’m so sad and I gotta let it out bruh

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

A Whole Castle: The Tinfoil Crab

In ur family Logince au does Patton ever get into Virgil’s hair dye? Bc that’s a fic I would love to see. From Anon

Words: 3,540 Warnings: Kids playing with chemicals, bad self-image mention, food Characters: Patton, Virgil, Roman (Logan, Janus, Remus mentioned in passing) Universe: Whole Castle Genre: Found Family Fluff Additional Tags: Hair Dyeing, Nervous Children

my writing demon finally picked one up

   Patton was climbing up on the bathroom counter. His eyes were caught on Virgil’s hair dye on the top shelf and he wanted to see. He wanted pretty hair like Virgil’s and he was curious about how to do it. Pulling himself up on to the counter was difficult at his size. He had a few false starts of slipping back down when he jumped, but his hands finally got a grip on the polished granite and he pulled himself up on to the empty part of the counter in front of the cabinet. He pulled up on to his knees to reach the top shelf and pulled down a bottle with a blue fox on it curiously.

   He rubbed his eyes and tried to read the tiny text, but his vision was too blurry to make out the instructions properly. He figured he could just fill in the gaps, though. He wanted rainbow hair, so he put the bottle down and looked at the other things on the shelf. There was a bowl and a brush on the shelf, and he thought he might need those, so he pulled them down, too. He saw was an enormous bottle and cylindrical container of something right next to it he also pulled those down, assuming he needed them. Patton sat down on the counter and opened the big container. It was full of powder and it burned his eyes and scratched at the back of his throat so he quickly lidded it again and put it down while he fought a coughing fit that was bursting out.

   “Pat? You okay in there?” Virgil called through the door, but Patton couldn’t respond he was coughing so hard. “I’m coming in dude,” Virgil said and slowly pushed the door open. “Okay, arms up!” He said, holding up his arms to show Patton and he followed the request. Virgil patted his back lightly. “Try to breathe deep,” Virgil said softly. “You got this,” Patton settled his coughing down and made a face of disgust at the container of powder.

   “That stuff is nasty!” Patton frowned at pointed at the container.

   “Well, it is bleach, buddy, what do you expect?” Virgil raised his eyebrow at Patton and crossed his arms.

   “It is?” Patton looked incredulously at the container, picking it back up and spinning it around. “Oh,” He couldn’t make out anything that said bleach, but he trusted Virgil and it smelled awful. Virgil turned on the sink and poured a cup of water, passing it to Patton.

   “Gargle and spit it out encase you got any in your mouth, kid,” Virgil said carefully and Patton didn’t question him. Virgil filled the cup and passed him a second one to rinse out again before continuing. “So what are you doing messing with bleach powder on the bathroom counter, pipsqueak?” Virgil smiled and took the container at putting it back up on the top shelf.

   “I want hair like yours! But more colors! I wanna whole rainbow of hair,” Patton nodded resolutely and pointed at the container. “Don’t I need it?”

   “Yeah, no, dad would kill me if I let you play with chemicals like that,” Virgil shook his head. “And I don’t have a whole rainbow. I just have blue, purple, and red. Oh, and black to fix mistakes. Janus has some gold here but that’s his, we can't use it,” Virgil picked up the bottle of golden yellow off the counter and put it away.

   “But I want it,” Patton pouted with his bottom lip heavily sticking out.

   “Hey, we can still dye your hair. Dad’s not here to stop us. Hold on,” Virgil went under the sink and pulled out a disposable mask. “You got to wear this though, and we need to turn on the bathroom fan,” Virgil passed off the mask and flipped the fan on. “Do you want all three colors?”

   “Yeah! Can we get more?” Patton nodded and asked brightly.

   “Heh, if they let me get any dye at all after this it’ll be a miracle,” Virgil said under his breath while he chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, when’d you last wash your hair?”

   “Uhhh,” Patton looked away and chewed on his thumb, avoiding Virgil's gaze.

   “You’ve got to have clean hair or the dye won’t stick. Give it a quick wash while I go dig out my hair dying shirt,” Virgil pointed to the shower.

   “Do I hafta?” Patton pouted, wiggling his lower lip at Virgil.

   “It’s the only way. I’ll wash it for you, then, how about that?” Virgil offered, giving into Patton’s little pout.

   “’Kay. Be careful,” Patton nodded and scooted off the counter to hop down. Virgil turned on the water and headed out of the bathroom. He came back quickly with a stained towel and a shirt with bleach damage around the collar.

   “I will. Shirt off or it’ll feel gross and lean your head over the tub,” Virgil put down the towel and dyeing shirt on the toilet. Patton nodded and followed instructions. Virgil handed him a towel and motioned for Patton to put it on his face. Patton held it to his face and giggled, but didn’t move towards the tub. Virgil rolled his eyes and pushed him over to the tub. “It’ll only take a few minutes. We’ve got to do it again at the end, too,” Virgil warned him. Patton’s shoulder’s slumped, he really hated washing his hair, but if he only had to do it a little bit he would put up with it.

   Patton finally leaned over the tub and Virgil took down the handheld showerhead and rinsed Patton’s hair carefully, making sure to keep the water in the tub. He was very practiced at this part and worked the shampoo in quickly. He rinsed out the first shampoo and worked in a second lather. Patton made minor noises of discomfort, but he was handling it okay. Virgil ran his fingers gently across Patton’s scalp as he rinsed out the second wash and Patton relaxed. Patton’s curls were fighting each other while they were wet and Virgil had to be careful not to yank his hair and work curls apart. Virgil understood why Patton hated washing his hair so much, now. He turned off the water and took the towel from Patton to dry it off very carefully, using his nails to press in and scratch at his scalp gently in different spots instead of pulling the towel through and tugging at Patton’s hair.

   “You did great, bud,” Virgil smiled at him and Patton looked up at him with his wet lopsided curls. “Your hair will probably get darker when you get older, but it’s light enough to just dye directly. No bleach. It won’t be super vibrant, but I do want to live,” Virgil said and picked up the shirt off the toilet and passed it to Patton. Patton slid it on, and it was way too big on his tiny frame, which Virgil stifled a smile at. He patted on the towel folded up on the toilet and Patton hopped up and looked to Virgil expectantly. “So how do you want it?”

   “I want it like yours,” Patton smiled guilelessly at Virgil, pointing up at Virgil’s hair.

   “Your hair is shorter than mine, but I can work with that,” Virgil nodded and went over to the sink. He grabbed the mask for Patton and the sheets of aluminum foil from under the sink. “Mask on, kid, it smells okay but you shouldn’t be sniffing it,” Virgil held up his finger. Patton nodded excitedly and slipped the mask loops over his ears and pushed down the metal bar to fit his nose.

   “Can I have some black, too? I wanna look like your brother,” Patton looked up to Virgil who froze and looked at Patton wide-eyed.

   “… Sure,” Virgil nodded weakly and pulled out all the things he needed and snapped on some disposable gloves. He was surprised, flattered, sad, happy, and generally conflicted about that. But he was dying a kid’s hair without permission. It’s the exact right time to go ham despite weird feelings. “Do you just want streaks through the top of your hair or something?”

   “Yeah!” Patton said excitedly and kicked his feet and swayed.

   “Sit still, bud, I don’t want to dye your head,” Virgil chuckled. “Okay, this will feel gross,” Virgil warned and smeared coconut oil around Patton’s hairline and on his ears. Patton shivered in displeasure but didn’t argue. Virgil grabbed a small handful of the blue from his prepped supplies and started carefully working it in. He wrapped the first part in tinfoil and moved on quickly. Sometimes Virgil blended two colors together in Patton’s hair to make a nice fade, but he also wanted to get more colors in so Patton to be excited about. He slid the black around the edges and in the back, sometimes blending color with the black to fade as well, trying to do something similar to how his hair was done. Eventually, all of Patton’s curls were folded up in tinfoil.

   “All right, pipsqueak, we’ve got to kill an hour while it sets. Do you want to watch some TV?” Virgil asked, stepping back and pulling off his gloves to toss in the trash.

   “Can we wipe off the coconut oil?” Patton pulled his lips to the side and looked up to a piece of tinfoil on his forehead.

   “It’s better if we don’t, sorry. You can take off the mask, though. Let’s watch Pokémon,” Virgil opened the bathroom door and motioned for Patton to exit. Patton took off the mas and threw it out before he slowly exited and looked around the hall out of habit. Seeing no one, he headed into the living room. “Sit on the floor so we don’t accentually dye the couch,” Virgil motioned and Patton plopped down on the floor. Virgil grabbed the remote and pulled his leg up under him while he sat down and leaned against the couch arm.

   Patton was quickly enthralled in the show. Virgil had been showing him the earlier seasons since Patton seemed to really enjoy the strange 90s humor, but it was absolutely the intro he was the most into. Patton started singing along with the intro as soon as the TV blared out with a declaration of wanting to be the very best. Virgil looked around carefully, double-checking that they were still home alone, and joined him in singing along. Patton beamed and swayed while he sang and leaned forward with interest despite the slow pace of the show. Patton enjoyed the current dadaist humor, but his sense of humor definitely seemed to be from decades in the past from everyone else in his age group.

   “I haven’t seen that Remus kid in a few days, where’s he been?” Virgil asked curiously while the characters ate… ‘hamburgers’. Pattom seemed amused by that.

   “His parents’re makin’ him learn violin. He doesn’t wanna play it. I dunno why they’re bein’ mean ‘bout it,” Patton pouted and looked over to Virgil with an innocent naive face.

   “Sometimes things that are bad… are forced,” Virgil said meme-wise with a small shrug. Things like not letting kids control their own hair. “If I’m not grounded, I’ll take you guys to the nice park and get some ice cream so he can do something fun. Remus strikes me as a percussion guy, and that park has those drums and bells along with the big climbing web,” Virgil smiled at him.

   “That’d be so fun!” Patton beamed back and bounced a bit, making the tinfoil bob on his head.

   “Hey, careful, don’t move your head too much,” Virgil held out his hands, not wanting the tinfoil to slip off and make a mess. 

   “Sorry,” Patton looked downcast.

   “No, it’s all good, Patty, don’t worry. Look, isn’t the dress James is in pretty?” Virgil pointed to the TV and Patton looked over and his eyes sparkled.

   “He looks like a princess!” Patton said in awe. Patton was sucked back into the TV after that. Virgil kept an eye on the time and curled up on the couch. He wasn’t sure how much trouble he’d get in for doing this, but Virgil really thought there was nothing wrong with it. He wished he could have dyed his hair at Patton’s age. Then maybe he wouldn’t have spent so long scowling at his own reflection and had something to brighten his day when he needed it the most. He enjoyed ridiculous TV antics while he curled up around his legs, sometimes worrying his lip and picking at his nails nervously.

   “Washing time,” Virgil announced at the end of the third episode and paused the TV.

   “We can come back, right?” Patton said hopefully, looking longingly at the paused screen splash.

   “Yeah. This will take longer than last time, sorry bud,” Virgil said consolingly.

   “It’s okay when you wash my hair,” Patton nodded resolutely. “It doesn’t hurt so much.”

   “Thanks,” Virgil smiled down at him and Patton scuttled like a crab off to the bathroom, feeling inspired by the Krabby in the episode splash. Virgil chuckled and shook his head, following the tinfoil crab to the bathroom. Virgil handed Patton the stained towel to put his face on and pulled a jug of vinegar out from under the sink.

   “Water will be cold this time, heads up,” Virgil said in warning. Patton nodded into the towel at the edge of the tub and Virgil slipped on a fresh pair of gloves and started extracting tinfoil from Patton’s hair and rinsing carefully.

   The conditioning effect of the dye let Virgil’s fingers run through smoothly as he rinsed out the various colors from Patton’s hair and wiped off the coconut oil. Patton waited patiently while Virgil diligently rinsed until it was clear. Sometimes he would kick his feet or drum against the towel, but he mostly sat still. Once the water was finally rinsing nearly clear, Virgil slowly poured the vinegar over Patton’s dyed hair and rinsed it out. Patton made a noise of disgust at the smell, but it cleared quickly. Virgil peeled the towel from Patton’s hands carefully and stared drying it off. He did the same method from earlier to keep the curls from snagging, though his hair was much more pliable this time around with added moisture.

   Once Patton’s hair was damp instead of dry, he folded the towel vertically and laid it over Patton’s shoulders and pushed him over to the mirror.

   “Well?” Virgil asked as Patton’s face popped up in the mirror. Patton shrieked in delight and Virgil had to cover his ears and flinched. “Let’s not yell in the tiny room,” Virgil hissed and snapped next to his ear.

   “Sorry!” Patton whispered and shrank back, looking concerned.

   “It’s okay. Does that mean you like it?” Virgil asked nervously, picking at his nails again. “Did I do a bad job?” Virgil looked at Patton's hair and chewed his lip.

   “No! No, no, no! I love it, I love it, I love it!” Patton announced so quickly his words blurred together and bounced up and down, the now very colorful hair flopping around with him.

   “Oh… okay. Cool,” Virgil sighed in relief. “Let’s get back to Pokémon, yeah?” Virgil asked quietly and Patton nodded excitedly and bust out of the bathroom, literally jumping for joy while he headed to the living room. Virgil quickly cleaned up behind them, trashing the tinfoil and putting away all the of dyeing supplies.

   Patton was already sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and spiritedly vibrating and jiggling in delight when Virgil came back out. He hadn’t started back up the show, waiting for Virgil. Virgil smiled at him and sat down, starting the new episode. Patton belted out the theme again along with the singer and Virgil sighed contentedly, watching Patton’s arms flail and sway to the song. Patton was clearly ecstatic and hopefully, that was worth it. He didn’t know how long he was going to get grounded for.

   “Hello, my darlings!” Roman announced cheerily as he entered the house. Virgil swallowed and steeled himself. Roman froze when his eye’s caught Patton’s hair. He stared at is disbelievingly for a moment, even going so far as rubbing his eyes. Virgil held himself tightly and watched carefully for Roman’s reaction. “Patton… your hair is different…” Roman said curiously, coming closer to look, but still keeping a few feet of distance like Patton preferred.

   “Yup! Virge dyed it!” Patton said happily and turned to face Roman. “Isn’t it awesome?” He asked excitedly, shaking his fists in front of his chest in excitement. Roman looked curiously to Virgil who couldn’t help but flinch back when their eyes met. Roman looked back to Patton’s hair.

   “Did you pick those colors?” Roman asked curiously.

   “Yeah! But I want more colors, I wanna whole rainbow!” Patton said brightly to Roman and got up, crawling on to the couch and putting his head next to Virgil’s. “Now we look like brothers!” Patton announced happily and Virgil couldn’t help but smile a little despite his trepidation.

   “So this was your idea, Patton?” Roman stood up straight and rubbed his chin, looking amused now.

   “Uh-huh! I tried to do it myself but Virge helped me instead,” Patton nodded, still beaming in delight.

   “And that’s Virgil’s hair dye? The one with the fox on it?” Roman inquired, raising an eyebrow.

   “Yeah,” Virgil replied and swallowed. “No harsh chemicals or bleach involved,”

   “You did a marvelous job,” Roman smiled. “You look fantastic, Patton. Just like Virgil’s little brother,” Roman got a little choked up and Virgil rolled his eyes dramatically. It took Patton a second to process but he squeaked in delight and shimmied on the spot.

   “You promise?” Patton nearly yelled in excitement.

   “I promise,” Roman drew an ‘x’ over his heart and smiled at them. Virgil looked up to Roman curiously, not sure what happening. “I’ll talk to Logan, okay? You’re not in trouble, Virgil,” Roman nodded kindly at him.

   “I’m… I’m not?” Virgil asked doubtingly, sitting up a little.

   “Why would Virge be in trouble?” Patton furrowed his eyebrows and looked between the two.

   “He did something he probably shouldn’t have and didn’t discuss it with us first,” Roman said plainly.

   “It’s something I really believe in,” Virgil said seriously. “I think it’s a good thing,” He added, shooting a glance at Patton who was still buzzing with zeal despite the confusion. Roman hummed in agreement and shrugged lightly.

   “I think I have to agree, but Logan might need some assistance,” Roman mused, rubbing his chin.

   “Huh?” Patton stared at Virgil curiously.

   “You think if I help with dinner it’ll help?” Virgil asked, much more weakly.

   “It couldn’t hurt,” Roman shrugged lightly.

   “Okay,” Virgil hopped up from the couch. “Pat, how do you feel about chicken alfredo?” He asked as he walked towards the kitchen. He was kind of hoping one of Logan’s favourites would help. Just getting Logan to let Virgil dye his hair was an event, and Virgil was years older than Patton is right now.

   “I love chicken alfredo! Can I help?” Patton asked brightly, also jumping off the couch and following behind Virgil.

   “You can help but no doing anything without me telling you to,” Virgil held up a finger. He didn’t need another cup of lemon juice incident. Or the pile of pepper incident. Or that complete debacle with the mac and cheese. Roman followed them into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Virgil pull things out. He leaned against his arm and grinned while Virgil nervously got things ready to cook.

   “Logan loves you, Virgil, he’ll forgive you,” Roman said softly and Virgil paused.

   “I’m holding you to that,” Virgil said pointedly. “You’ll help me make the sauce, right?”

   “Of course, my little dark umbra, I assumed I would. I’ll help keep an eye on the master chef, too,” Roman chuckled at Patton who was now playing with a dry noodle. Virgil smiled weakly and nodded to Roman. Roman got up from the table and pulled Virgil into a hug, and he nervously looked up at Roman and hugged him back.

   “You really promise he'll forgive me?” Virgil asked, barely above a whisper.

   “I really promise,” Roman smiled softly. “Patton, don’t eat that dry noodle,” Roman said and Patton froze with the noodle nearly in his mouth, putting it down quickly on the counter.

   “I wasn’t gonna!” Patton shot, looking away from Roman and pulling at the big loose shirt.

   “Of course, my prince. Would you get me the parmesan out of the fridge so I can start grating it?” Roman smiled knowingly and Patton smiled and headed over to the fridge. Virgil chuckled and shook his head lightly, hoping he was never that obvious of a liar and let go of Roman to get back to preparing the water. Virgil exhaled and let go of some worry. Papa had his back. Things would be okay. He was even looking forward to going to the park. He wanted to see what Remus would put in his ice cream. That kid could eat anything.

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[beyoncesdragon]

50. Questions Tag

i was tagged by my favorite gal @goddamndameron pls never stop tagging me in stuff like this, I loved it🦋

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

Brown, it’s wooden 

2.) Name a food you never eat

liver. never in a million years, may it be  liver pâté, leberkäse, liver sausage...YUK

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

uhm warm, but when I am around cute ppl with sweaters, suddenly very cold;)

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

laying in my bed, lazily reading some of my WIPs

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

Love all chocolate. 

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

yes, ice hokey and football (oR SoCcEr)

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“in maybe 45′ yeh?” to my little sister, bc she wants to play w/m and I am a mean bitch and doesn't want to.

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

i am in a very serious relationship with ice cream in general, so I don’t mind 

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

wo’a (water, sry)

10.) Do you like your wallet?

do I like my...uh. yes? I think? it was a gift from Swarovski so its shinny 

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

a nectarine and some cherry pie I think

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

HA I did! a white “The Beatles” pullover and I am in love

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

i dont know

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

just...salt? very boring ik, but what can I say I am classy trash

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

my biological dad

16.) Ever go camping?

in the lovely Swiss alps somewhere in Vallis 

17.) Do you take vitamins?

No. 

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

I've been to church maybe 3 times for weddings and once for Christmas service and I never enjoyed it. besides, Jesus has given up on me anyways.

19.) Do you have a tan?

a nAtUrAl TaN, I'm half Arab. but I haven't seen the sun recently so not really for my standards 

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

Both. literally can’t chose. 

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

no, that’s bc I rarely drink soda, mainly for my skin but now I grew to find it too sweet

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

Black

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i dont drive just yet but my mOM...

24.) What terrifies you?

people. no joke, those psychopaths leading countries is utterly terrifying, and the cruelty of humankind never fails to blow my mind. (wow that got dark and deep) 

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

by babies books and a crystal and a water bottle

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

does cleaning the whole goddamn kitchen count as one chore?

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent? 

Moichael Clifford 

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

rivella? y’all non-swish would never understand though

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

since I dont drive, i go in

30.) What’s your favorite number?

8

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

my sister, telling her to leave me alone 🥺

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

Filet

33.) Last song you listened to?

Movements by Hozier the elven king 

34.) Last book you read?

The circle by Dave Eggers and fuck I am so disturbed 

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

down to m 

36.) Favorite day of the week?

Saturday I think

37.) How do you like your coffee?

with vanilla or cream or caramel or...

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

Adidas superstar I think and they are about to fall apart 

39.) Time you normally wake up?

9-10am when I am free

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

uhm. I like many blankets and pillows so uh 3 sorry.

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

I still live with my parents and my mom chose plates from PIP Studios and they are v cute 

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

beautiful with Moroccan tiles 

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

“AINT NO LAWS WHEN YOURE DRINKING THE CLAWS” beautifully said by Hannie herself. But maybe Martini (dry) 

45.) Do you play cards?

Sometimes 

46.) What color is your car?

mehp 

47.) Can you change a tire?

Nope

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

switzerland is dope. we got chocolate, money and cheese and democracy. try us. but besides...I dont know. I guess every place has its spots 💞

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

barkeeper! loved it

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

because i sat on a skateboard behind my neighbor (yes, the cutish one and yes on the same skateboard) and my knee slipped off the board and scrapped over the asphalt and it was nasty as fuck to look at. but we good, it’s worth the memory. 

i tag...whoever wants to do it! tag me tho, I wanna read! maybe @everyonesawhoregrace if u wanna🥺❤️

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#9)

I really really loved 3x10! Like one of my favorite episodes so far, for sure. so here’s another post about just one episode, “The Giving Tree.”

@lockitin I saw your comment saying I’d like this episode like an hour after I watched! You were very right!

-Aw I love Julie and Tyra’s friendship. Julie trying to help Tyra strategize on how to catch up in school after her ill-advised trip with the cowboy — that’s what we love to see!

-this flirtatious girl (later, we learn, MADISON) insisting on pouring milk into a wine glass for JD is up there as one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen happen in a teen drama party scene

“Do you need silence to watch naked women? Is that what you’re saying to me?” The things that come out of Buddy Garrity’s mouth are truly wild.

-oh boy and then Buddy got into a getting-arrested level fight! Wish I could say I was surprised, but...

ANYWAY MATT AND JULIE DO IT NOW yet they’re still so fucking cute it’s wild

-I am truly HERE for Matt and Julie post coital and naked, just laying in his bed after school saying “I love you” while listening to the radio and HOLDING HANDS?? This is so beautiful.

-so of course, here comes Coach Taylor to walk in on them. Honestly this scenario kind of like NEEDED to happen? Inevitably? I mean, “quarterback sleeping with the coach’s daughter,” as Riggins said. (And now it’s finally actually true.) The comedy of Eric just walking right back out the house, stone-faced. Oh I am living.

-Hahahaha Landry’s bandmates exchanging looks while Tyra comes to ask Landry for help with the SATs. This show does such a good job of actually conveying teens being teens in little moments like this.

-oh yes to the Lyla/Julie tooth brushing scene where she confides what happened with her dad walking in on her and Matt!! then transitioning right into Tami brushing her teeth while Eric sits on the side of the bed, pained and disturbed by his teenage daughter’s burgeoning sexuality. Cinematic.

-what I love about this episode is how well crafted the plot is — Eric only catchs Matt and Julie because he had to pick Julie up so Tami could tell Lyla about Buddy’s night in jail. and Eric clearly showed up earlier than Tami would have. After all, they thought they had time for one more song. It’s just...such good writing. Ugh! Yes.

-I love how this development actually left Tami speechless too, when usually she’d be running into Julie’s room with exactly the right words to say

-I really do love how this plot lines up so that Lyla is in the Taylor house to comfort Julie.

“Your punishment is you have to have a conversation with me about it.” Fair, Tami, fair. Bc there should not be a punishment at all for a teenage girl having consensual sex with a boy she loves!

-Did Buddy really just plead not guilty??? Sir you did all of the things they just charged you with!!!!

-Tyra’s mom immediately wanting Landry to change the pilot light when she sees him in the house helping Tyra is....too real. Also reminds me of Lorelai joking about how she liked how Dean would change the water bottle in Gilmore girls

-fuck you buddy!!!! Why would you gamble your daughters college money??? Related: I love how betty cooper had a similar plotline to Lyla garrity here but in the Riverdale version her mom gave the $$ to a cult

“Please tell me the lesson we’ve learned.” “Always lock the door.” “...when having sex with the coach’s daughter.” HAHAHAHA omg this show is so good, having Eric glance at Saracen in the locker room to see his eyes downcast. That’s that shit we like.

-I’m proud of Landry in this episode standing up for himself bc Tyra was totallyyy taking advantage of him. Like she expects him to ditch his bandmates bc she wants to take a break and lengthen their study session which he’s doing as a favor to her??

-oh yes and the Giving Tree metaphor! Amazing. Art.

“That’s exactly what I feel like, just a stump.” Damn. I felt that.

“What about birth control?” “I don’t want to talk about that!” “Hon, that IS the conversation.” Damn right it is! Tami is a good mom.

“Chasin skirts,” Mr. McCoy? You’re gross. Ew and now he’s literally trying to control his son’s love life. Disgusting.

-Julie’s long pause after Tyra asks if Landry is right about how she’s the little boy in the Giving Tree. I cackled.

MATT SARACEN IS TERRIFIED IM DEAD

-I CACKLED at the fear in his eyes when Tami suggest he wait in the back with Coach Taylor

-Lol at coach aggressively cleaning his grill while lecturing Saracen, who is literally one of the most mild mannered and sweet boys you could ever want your daughter to lose her virginity to tbh. Especially if it’s gonna be a football player.

-ugh Lyla I’m sorry your dad is so trash. Riggins is sweet and hot though. “What do you want me to do?” he says when Buddy bangs at the door. He respects her wishes. We stan.

“I was the idiot who stuck with you! Don’t call me spoiled. We’ve been saving that money since I was a baby. You said if I made the grades, it was mine.” GO OFF LYLA this is cathartic to watch. Also LOL I have mad student loans now bc my dad the cheater similarly lied about our financial situation for most of my life so that hit HARD for me. 😭😬🥺 I sent Lyla’s rant to my mom and she said lol did you write those words

-omg Tim at the door being like “you need to go” to Buddy?!?! Oops I’m aroused.

-oh god poor JD is actually listening to his dad and breaking things off with Madison?? Fuck man. That is so not cool. But wait there’s more! Riggins called him on it right away, we love him. “How do you expect all these boys to battle for you if you can’t make a decision like that on your own?” YES Riggins! Now that’s some good team captain mentoring shit! With the ear buds in one ear. Ugh yes.

-I’m surprised we haven’t gotten angry Coach Taylor chasing a ref sooner. “HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT”

-I love how Coach Taylor said “we’re gonna not lose our temper out there” about the refs to the players earlier in the week then ended up getting ejected from the game himself. Classic.

-omg and he’s calling the other coaches on the field on a flip phone, that’s. Mmhmm. Yep. Early 2000s gold.

-but oop now Wade Aikmen is gonna be getting all the attention. Oh boy. This show keeps ya on your toes!!

-JD’s mom wants her 15 year old son to date wayyyy too much and JD’s dad wants to control his love life wayyyy too much. Maybe they should both just chill???

-omg Katie McCoy totally would’ve kept JD’s date with Madison a secret if the dad hasn’t seen it. This is a *sings* deeply unhealthy family dynamic~

-Saracen is so cute being nervous that Landry’s gonna bomb. Friendshipppp

-okay Landry’s band got a decent turnout! Anyway I hope a girl throws her bra at Devin.

-wait really? Landry in a metal band now suddenly has Tyra feeling him? Again I DO NOT UNDERSTAND TYRA AND LANDRY.

-wow Buddy said Lyla was right AND apologized? I’m actually surprised. Can he call MY dad and teach him how to apologize? Kthxbye.

Yeah seriously I think that was my favorite episode so far!

[bbygrgu]

fifty questions

Thank you for the tag @jalapenobarnes

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? tan and black

2. Name a food you never ever eat. beans, easily. I also will not eat tripas o lengua. sorry. 

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? cold, but I'm always around the house barefoot and in shorts

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Raging over Modern Warfare bc I am trash but I love the “Drop Zone” mode

5. What is your favourite candy bar? Kit Kat’s. Easily. Next.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’ve seen a Chicago Fire game if that counts. 

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “can you tell him to come take care of the Batman?”

8. What is your favourite ice cream? I love almost every flavor. Salted Caramel is a must but I LOVE Ben n Jerry’s Chunky Monkey 

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Iced Tea w/ Lemonade

10. Do you like your wallet? no, she’s getting worn

11. What was the last thing you ate? These Polish meat patties that my mom made. She made them with turkey meat bc we don’t really eat pork in my house

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no.

13. The last sporting event you watched? next.

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Give me anything buttery. 

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @jalapenobarnes​, I said “dude, I don’t even know it’s still alive LMAO”

16. Ever go camping? NOPE, but I do enjoy hiking!

17. Do you take vitamins? Vitamin C.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? Hell no. My religious beliefs , though I was raised Catholic, aren’t like that. I find church so boring, I would always daydream and come up with scenarios. I only go for my grandparent’s celebration of life mass. I don’t know what you call them. 

19. Do you have a tan? No, I am pale n red 

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? Fuck yes.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? When I drink soda, nope. 

22. What color socks do you usually wear? I HAVE TONS OF CUTE SOCKS SO DEPENDS WHAT MOOD I’M IN AND IF I HAVE A FEELING THOSE BITCHES WILL DISAPPEAR IN THE LAUNDRY. 

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Yes. I hate going slow, lmao. But the moment you see a cop, you better slow tf down. If you see a camera or school zone, you better slow tf down. Illinois just wants everyone’s money. 

24. What terrifies you? myself. 

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My mom’s purse and her work backpack, clean scrubs next to that. 

26. What chore do you hate most? washing dishes and mopping

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? H2O (yes, I know that's in New Zealand but I can’t help my stupid brain)

28. What’s your favorite soda? Seagram’s Gingerale, Coke but it has to be the one from the glass bottle (hecho en Mexico), Sidral Mundel, Yoli’s, and thought it’s not soda, Peñafiel de Limón.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? Drive. 

30. What is your favourite number? 5. It’s my birth date and my number in water polo.

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? my best friend

32. Favourite cut of beef? I don’t know what you would call it in English, I think it’s short ribs? but costilla 🤤

33. Last song you listened to? are U gonna tell her by Tove Lo ft. Mc Zaac

34. Last book you read? UM, UM, I can’t remember but I am reading The Cactus by Sarah Haywood

35. Favourite day of the week? Fridays for sure

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I still gotta sing the damn song

37. How do you like your coffee? Iced, with coconut milk

38. Favourite pair of shoes? My new Kaptir X Shoes (Adidas) and my NMD_R1 Star Wars (the Rey ones) which are also Adidas

39. The time you normally get up? 6am or 7am on the weekdays, 6am on Sundays and Saturdays around 9-10

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? SUNSETS. I used to love sunrises in high school

41. How many blankets on your bed? Two comforters and a weighted blanket

42. Describe your kitchen plates. Plain white or black with a rim that pops up. 

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? she cute. 

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I just turned twenty on and I wasn’t very social in high school plus I commute to uni. I love Four Lokos (Fruit Punch), Tequila, Svedka. I love Mango Margaritas. I hate beer, but you give me a good ass Michelada, you’ve got my love. 

45. Do you play cards? no.

46. What colour is your car? red

47. Can you change a tire? no, I rely on my Mexican father and all his connections way too much. 

48. Your favourite state? El Estado de Mexico y Michoacan. I hate it here in states. The only thing I like about Illinois is the national parks tbh. Oh, I COMPLETELY FORGOT I TRAVELED. I know it’s not a state, but Washington D.C was beautiful when I went around this time, four years ago. The cherry blossoms made the entire trip worth it. 

49. Favourite job you’ve had? lmao

50. How did you get your biggest scar? I was like 12 n stupid. I was riding my brother’s small ass bike (he’s five years younger than me). I was on the street and I was riding the bike while standing up and I accidentally leaned forward and fucking flipped forward. My knee has a scar (even tho I think everyone’s knees are scar-ed up) and my left pink toe is a lighter shade lMAO

Tagging, no pressure: @rogueobservation, @stargazingcarol, @jewelswrites-ish, 

[disegnidipizzo]

finally some decent refs for these two messes on legs/fins

the whole story under the cut, prepare bc i got carried away and i am not sorry about anything, at all, ever, in any circumstance.

SALVIA NUNARI

Salvia Nunari would rather tend for their forbidden plants garden than the troll grubs and would sneak out a lot to do her thing in the very dilapidated greenhouse their ancestor left behind, along with all the books on plants, herbal medicine and poisons (and some interesting things about jades). They know that jades Shouldn’t stray from their path but if their lusus taught them something, it’s that sometimes, you need to do things in the dark. 

Considering that they’re a racoon, they also say a lot of things about finding solace in what one has left behind. It wasn’t about trash, but you got the gist. And they have a pope hat, but you don’t know what a pope is. Still, they look funny with it on. Like a monarch or a ruler of All Things Unwanted and Abandoned.

As they got more experienced, they started making new breeds of plants and crossbreeding some relatively harmless carnivores to create a poisonous/venomous strain, in the very faint hope that MAYBE they could be somewhat employed by the Empire. It wasn’t that much of a plan but. It worked. Sort of. When the baby plant opened its trap, Salvia got poisoned to death thanks to a bite to the neck. Turns out that the new strain can move rather effortlessly and quickly and that it consider food most things that move. 

The first death allows em to ascend to rainbow drinker. 

Follows a minor freak out due to “HOLY FUCK IM GLOWING HOW DO I TURN THIS OFF” and “I’m dead. I’m so dead im still alive.” 

Conveniently, their ancestor’s Very Interesting Things About Jades handbook does contain info on rainbow drinkers and how to turn off the glow. Salvia doesn’t die twice for another day! Good thing it was all in the next chapter.

They had to hide the deathly wound lest being found out (and most likely culled in .5 seconds) before going back to the caverns, hence why they wear the neckpiece. It wasn’t really theirs in the first place, it was one of their ancestor’s ones that had gotten too small for them (but was kinda part of their uniform). 

TIAMAT KIITCH

Tiamat Kiitch enjoyes being eccentric. When you rank so up high, it’s only fair to flaunt your taste, even if it’s not the most accepted by you signclassmates. Sucks to be them, not everybody can understand what it means to Really be a patron of the arts. Or of the artists. Maybe this is why everybody sees you as unfit for the imperial army and would rather shove you on a planet so that they can get some sensory relief. Because a Violet that supports so many painters, sculptors and even musicians of all classes, even below cerulean? Sacrilegious. Or maybe they really just don’t like it. Violets aren’t exactly social with one another. Call that a competitive environment, ay.

As her Departure Day to said planet of Thank God Sound Can’t Travel In The Void of Space, she has to make preparations. A whole sweep ahead is not too early. She’s going out with a bang, mofos.

Also, it’s only fair she would pick the best trolls to be part of her new, off planet hive estate staff. And she is NOT going to cheap out on the good stuff. Going full crew over here, from the doctors to cleaning staff and doctors for the cleaning stuff. Don’t worry, she can afford it.

And she goes to Personally pick the heads of each branch of people who work for her. Since jades make for the best doctors and caretakers, she pays a visit to a few caverns that have great reputation. Which is a good amount of them.

Among the (very few but very capable) jades that have been picked, she just had to have an eye for the one that has that something of mystery and secret but also that knows how to make medicine out of most plants (how did they learn?? Who cares, they can do that and i want them. Get in, we’re going off planet.). Also the one that looks like they’re up to Trouble.

And that’s where the problems begin.

The Actual Plot

Rainbow drinkers need blood, which is easy enough to get on Alternia, since trolls are canonically very violent as a species and all that. Just using dead bodies lying around is easy, there’s also the culled grubs in the caves that need disposing. Yes it sounds bad because feeding babies to carnivorous plants is objectively bad. Also, soil which contains troll blood/ is watered with troll blood is very good for most plants, but leads to fun mutations. Some of them are learning how to “talk” by opening their petals, leaves or traps. Not great conversation partners but you’ll take anything.

Life with Tiamat would mean increasing the chances of being found as a drinker and being culled, blood harder to find and less chances to experiment with herbology independently.

BUT staying wouldn't be better, as once they are cloistering age, they won't be able to even see their garden anymore.

You start to wonder if this is how your ancestor felt. 

You also start to wonder how long has the violetblood been staring at yo-AFJDGN

When Tiamat has an eye out for something/someone, she gets super into observing them. From a distance at first, to understand how they work their magic. Not that she needs to, but she feels like a documentary worker. If she knew what those were.

During the picking process she was surprised by Salvia: despite being rather small, even for a midblood, they had fast reflexes and overall sharp senses, which kind of doesn’t sound right. The hivemaster and some hivemates described them as more aloof and not particularly outstanding outside of average efficiency.

Im realising this could be a disney channel vampire movie plot minus the violence.

They aren't scheduled for leaving for around a sweep, as the colony tiamat is gonna be overseeing will need time before its declared operative and ready for aristocracy to live in. This gives Salvia ample time to transfer books, notes and plant seeds/stems into more easy to carry media. Paper does take up a lot of space. It’s easy enough as books can be digitalised quickly. Technology is great.

More importantly, they need the SOIL. Which needs to be fertilised with special sauce. Which is blood. You decide to get a snack.

Now, you imagine being a fish lady that is following one of your most brilliant but most mysterious doctors around, only to find out they are a vampire and that they water the soil of their plants with troll blood. And that feeds dead grubs to the carnivores. (And that they look kinda cute while glowing in the dark and with a splorch of blood dripping down their lip wait what)

Now imagine hearing a gasp mixed with a glub and seeing your employer which could have you killed on the spot or kill you herself while you are in the middle of getting a snack with your plant and glow on.

Remember that Tiamat is a good 40 cms / one foot and a few inches taller (minus shoes). So you do the math that, even if you run, you won't have much and also run Where? If you fight? Might die. Neither? Also probably die.

So what happens is a very intense stare off. And i mean neither blink for a solid 2 minutes. 

And then Tiamat, slightly intrigued of having a rainbow drinker (super rare and so unjustly or maybe not so unjustly feared) just goes. "So.. that’s your special sauce."

And Salvia just confesses, accepting a death that was gonna come anyways. This was a stupid plan. 

But that death doesn't arrive, Tiamat could never kill or let die something so unique, so completely unruly and also potentially deadly that is by her side die on her. That is the embodiment of what she wishes to keep alive with her patronage, you think having a forbidden vampire scientist is out of the question? Nuh-uh. They are Gucci. So Gucci they’re Supreme.

With time the bond strengthens and they slowly go quadrant

Well, its a sometimes sorta vacillating quadrant but they are into each other.  

They share half a brain cell each

That Gay Shit (tm)

The love part is mainly on Tiamat because hey, its intimate yknow? Being the only one knowing about something so personal. It escalates into giving salvia special treatment/privileges such as better meals, a small lab of their own, a supply of dead trolls to get the blood from (executed political dissidents or criminals but thats another story). Eventually it grows more to being about their personality and their knowledge but also a bit about how they can make an amputation go clean as a bottle of disinfectant, but they will forget to eat a bunch of times in a row.

Salvia does sorta reciprocate the red feelings, but at the same time they lean more on the blackrom side. Constantly making subtle remarks they havent tasted violet blood before. Sorta leaving thankful notes with a lipstick/bloodstain and a small caption of "wish this was yours <3<"

Also salvia purposelly red flirting in front of tiamat with other staff ("But i just thought they look cute :(( cant you see they look like a snacc ")

But theres also days in which the roles are reversed bc thats how fluctuating quadrants work! 

During those days, Tiamat will be taking up a good chunk of extra space around Salvia, just as a reminder that she is not only above them on the hemospectrum, but also a whole lot taller and stronger. Also that she can take away those privileges. Temporarily. Unless they can earn them back.

On the other hand, Salvia in red is super affectionate, loves doing Tiamat's hair and makeup and letting her do the same. They leave occasional small kisses which are more like pecks or "hey feel my fangs".

So in short: 

Red Salvia: the datemate that gives you a makeover in the morning, calls you "princess" and spoils you with gestures and cuddles.

Black Salvia: little shit, messes with your stuff, reminds you that you look delicious when alive.

Red Tiamat: spoils materially, gives plenty of time, shares meals and listens carefully to all that you have to say.

Black Tiamat: would keep you with the hanmibal mask on if she could, keeps you on your toes, stay in your place and be good.