#also . just shit that i actually like. bc i take whatever i find at thrift stores and got dam

[szczylpierdolony]

purchased a pair of shoes.

[dilfsuzanneyk]

head in hands someone teach me to diy my shit

[asteralis-01]

I am horribly bad at self belittling, so I can’t say anything on that. But I can say that complimenting people also works, really well. I used to do it a lot as a kid, then my abuser scared me out of it, but about halfway through i realized‘ I’ll just compliment people when they are not around’ so I started doing it again and I literally cannot stop. It’s like an impulse, you get to a point where you *have* to go tell that person that they are pretty bc what if they haven’t been told how cool their dress is and also if you tell them then you can learn where it came from and you can get your own. It’s so rewarding to see people react- and it’s funny to see bitchy people who don’t reciprocate or get mad about it. It opens people up- I can’t tell you how many time a boring wait in a grocery line turned into a great conversation where you learned new things just because I found interest in someone’s appearance. You don’t even have to be specific with it- “I like your *article of clothing/accesory/hair or nails*” gets people going every time !! Really specific ones though make people kind of step back and think- “*insert color of clothing* looks really good on you” “*length/style* of hair really suits you” or just being more verbose, saying things like stunning or elegant. Not to mention, it gives people the power to compliment you back- or give you the compliment in the first place. So many times people respond with “oh thank you! I actually really wanted to tell you *insert compliment of their own that typically devolves into a really cool conversation with people where I learn something*” People want to compliment people, we want to engage when we see other people expressing a similar interest or who just are beautiful even if it’s not romantic, but we’re just too scared of a species.

I have made many mistakes while complimenting- for example, I view the golden girls as women of empowerment. So one day when I saw this absolutely fabulous old woman in kings I complimented her outfit and makeup, and said she had the energy of a golden girl. My mom Immediately turned around and apologized and the woman laughed and said ‘it’s alright’ so I just flat out asked ‘what did I do’ and they told me that calling someone a golden girl was an insult about their age. I immediately apologized and explained how I saw it- and whether they thought I was being serious or just ‘using an excuse to justify what I said’ or whatever, she can’t deny that I said that I thought she seemed like a strong and confident woman. And i think she was pleased with it.

Do it!! Compliment the people!! Do it scared!! And do it for men/masculine presenting people too (although, for safety avoid words that describe them and lean more towards ‘I like’ ‘that’s cool’ or ‘that looks good’ statements. I find that a lot of the words to describe how pretty something is- including pretty- are associated to femininity and can end up having the opposite effect especially for men, trans or otherwise, who are struggling with not feeling masculine enough.). Do it for everyone, of every group. I one complimented a row of Hijabi girls at an amusement parks bc they were all wearing matching outfits and hijabs and they asked me to take a picture with them because they were so happy. Every elderly person I’ve complimented on their outfit or item of clothing gave me a very unique and interesting tale about their past and experience, most of which helped me to gain my current outlook on life.

Update I forgot to mention: don’t do it for this reason but a bonus to doing this is you get free shit literally all the time. I have gotten free food bc I complimented my server/person taking my order/someone working who caught my eye. I complimented a lady at a thrift store once on her shades and she gave me them and they were my favorite pair of glasses before they broke. I have complimented people on their art and some either give me the piece I complimented or make me a whole new one. It is rewarding in so many ways and hardly ever negative. Honestly, as long as you are with someone who can help protect you in the *extremely* rare chance they attack you for it (being with people makes it not happen in the first place, and I’ve only ever seen it once and it wasn’t my experience) there are absolutely no downside to complimenting people. Go compliment people. Btw you are also people so don’t forget to compliment yourself bc you will have the same reaction.

a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore

by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore 

never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.

find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.

talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore

picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else

if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.

[kuromi-hoemie]

31 and 33 for the ask thing !

31. what type of music keeps you grounded? i listen to so many different kinds of music at any given moment. i think most grounding is just loud punchy dancy pop music :3

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? depends on if adventure=series of ordeals or going a distance for something.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? my last series of ordeals was Friday night lmao. I was in the queer part of town hoping to come across someone cute i could kiss and something else i don't remember. I had to go to like 3 different lots before FINALLY finding one i was actually allowed to park at, then within that same lot went back and forth between parking at 3 different spaces then the machine telling me the spot I'm trying to pay for is reserved, but the last spot was supposed to open to the public in like 20m so whatever. so happy i finally got a fuckn spot i COMPLETELY missed the sign that said the parking garage closes at 8 though skdjfkska (was also just rly stoned by then). i went thrifting, got some hot clothes from this expensive ass goth shop then got drunk at a bar n had dinner. i wasn't ready to head back until 8:41 and was like oh shit now what bc lyfting back to where I live was Expensive even just one way 😭 I have someone I'm v newly dating who lives in the area and hate that i had to ask so last second if i could crash at her place, but given the circumstances she happily let me spend the night and it was a really sweet and magical time actually (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) literally tied with the best day of my year so far. the main ordeal was just being v crossfaded and realizing i was late to get my car but it had a lovely end destination i didn't foresee. the morning was rly sweet too and we were both up a lot later and earlier than we usually r and we went to go get morning coffee and cuddled in the park while walking her dog n watching youtube, i got to wear my sexy little outfit without makeup and still felt v pretty regardless and even though those like 3 hours kinda flew by i wasn't even tripping bc i just. spent the last like 12-14 hours in complete bliss 🥹 sometimes rly nice things happen to u when ur crossfaded as hell lmao.

and theeen if this is meant as in distance it ranges anywhere from my late night midnight coffee runs a few cities over bc the night drive is sooooo pretty and peaceful, and if it's a Long distance then i was briefly dating a mutual n flew out to Colorado for a sweet little time and it was also rly nice! the other best day of the year so far happened during this visit :3 💖 hoping to have more adventures of both kinds and am very determined to take someone on a cute picnic and get drunk together at a botanical garden. i want at least 2 more girlfriends 🥺💖 or 1 more very available one lol.

[sanchoyo]

so I was curious if like. There’s a bear plush that’s realistic. And when I say realistic I mean very fat bear plush that doesn’t just look like Standard Teddy Bear but instead is like. Realistic. On four legs with the Bear Shape not just standard plush shape. So while I didn’t find that exact thing (yet) I need to share THIS GUY!!!

Look at those FEET. I am losing my mind

[usoking]

made a silly little au that's been on my brain for a while

nami, usopp, and zoro are all college students with their friend chopper, who's the kid of one of the professors, and nami one day finds a book in some thrift store with demonic rituals in them. she thinks "oh this'll be fun to do for funsies, if we summon a demon we can take down the piece of shit headmaster, and if we don't then it'll still be fun" and ropes in usopp and chopper to help. zoro's here to chaperone for them jkhdgfkjhdkfjh

so they actually manage to summon 2 demons, aka luffy and sanji, who they now have living in . somewhere jkdfhgkjdfhg i haven't decided if they're in a dorm or someone's house or whatever but they're here now

oh also along with luffy and sanji comes enma, who has no body after being recently defeated and kinda hides out in zoro bc he saw this beefcake of a man and went "hm. i'm going to teach him to sword fight" and shoop in he went [warning i just started wano 3 no spoilers plz]

also chopper's a demon hiding out in the human world lol so he watches these idiots summon two whole demons with no fear or prep work jdhfgkjhjdfg

more stuff under the cut bc i did many doodles last night

luffy and sanji are two of the most powerful demons in hell rn. luffy's just Like That, and sanji's part of the vinsmokes, so he has notoriety despite trying to separate himself from them. also luffy is a little dragon boy because i said so :)

sanji is an incubus i wanna say but i'm still iffy on that one but he Is fun to draw :)

zoro's Really Fun in this au bc i get to play with two of my favorite tropes >:) specifically possession and transformation

what happens is that after enma possesses him, they strike up an unofficial deal, where enma can chill in his body until he regains his strength, and in turn he teaches zoro how to use swords. unfortunately enma likes to take zoro's body out on joyrides to hell and just to cause crimes

the side effect of enma being so weak and being stuck in zoro's body is that he and zoro start merging. zoro starts getting enma's memories and mannerisms

his sense of self starts blurring to the point where he doesn't really know whether he's more zoro or enma at this point, but at the point when people start to notice it's too late. fun for the whole family.

my friend and i had a banger set of lines about this

also

i do not take criticism.

(but also luffy/sanji/zoro/usopp are dating, as well as nami/vivi plus sanji when she's a woman bc genderfluid sanji lives in my brain rent free)

chopper is a demon like i mentioned before, and he's currently living with dr kureha, local witch, in order to better himself and get good at being a doctor

he's simply a little guy

vivi's also here as an angel sent down to check up on the suspicious demon activity going on in the human realm but oops she accidentally starts dating nami jkfhgkjdfg don't have much for her yet lol

[illustrious-dumpsterfire]

new dorm!

classes started, so i forgot to post last week! and by forgot, i mean i thought about it all week while i was busy doing other more important things.

i’ve been in my new dorm for about a week now. remember that post i made with all the moving tips? i’m revisiting them— under the cut— to see if i actually took my own advice.

clean every damn thing BEFORE you move all your stuff in. okay so i didn’t really do this one. i forgot to bring cleaning supplies and it was a few days before i could buy paper towels and sponges and vinegar and dish soap. sue me.

go to the stupid mixers and ice-breakers and RA meetings. i honest to god have not heard anything about a mixer or RA meeting for our floor or even our building. i’m not upset about that either— i’m fucking busy!

you don’t have to be besties with your roommate. yeah. my roomie is super sweet and fun, but we each have our own bedrooms and bathrooms, so we’ve hardly spoken. there’s been a few texts about the thermostat, and that’s as far as it’s gone and probably as far as it’ll go.

show up early on move-in day. kinda got this one! the building opened at 9, and i drove up with my dad at 10 or 11. our relative punctuality was sort of negated by how slow the process was, which i guess is why this one is important.

pack a separate bag of necessities. i ended up using my carry-on for almost all my clothing, and i managed to squeeze essential toiletries in there too, so i think this tip holds up okay, but why would i put anything else in my carry-on? hm.

let your parents take their dumb pictures. it’s not my first time in college anymore, so i guess this move-in wasn’t special. there wasn’t any fanfare this time around— we unloaded the minivan and dad drove off.

moving is not just a one-day thing. i am still moving in. i still have all my boxes. i don’t know where i want any of my furniture. i have a million things i want to buy but i already spent all my money on moving. this one holds up.

wear closed-toed shoes and comfy pants. maybe this one doesn’t count. i do this one almost every day. i’m not really one to dress up.

bring water and snacks. i didn’t do this and i really wish i had bc i was starving the whole day :(

label all your shit. i actually did this one mostly on purpose! i only had one box that was for miscellaneous stuff i didn’t have time to find the proper place for.

alright, so what did we learn, people? i learned it helps to be neurotypical! which i am not. take your meds, people.

i learned that a move can be simultaneously energizing and exhausting; that a carry-on somehow holds both more and less than you think it can; that that it’s okay to hold onto some trash (like boxes), and okay to throw away some not-trash things (like thrifted clothes and containers i thought i’d “upcycle”).

i also learned i don’t know as much about moving as i thought i did! i moved around a couple times as a kid, so i knew i could handle a little shuffling around. but my parents weren’t really holding my hand through this one, and that was surprisingly disappointing. i wanna be grown already, but i don’t know how and i can’t pay for it

anyway. i don't mind talking to myself, but feel free to reblog or send an ask or whatever-- we could probably all use a little support right now :/

[leia-imogen]

aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

[ofmona]

JETT && MONA: lbr their apartment prob isn't the tidiest bc jett is a huge slob n barely home n jst lazy in general. but they do try to pick up after themself and milo bc they want to make it livable enough lol they've also been trying to cut on the drinking n shit bc they don't wanna be seen as a bad influence on nico. wouldn't dream of it actually!!!

this is SOOO cute and i love it... mona's deffo on a similar wavelength, very physically active but also kinda lazy n not super neat, the kind to just come in, kick off her shoes and flop onto the sofa to watch netflix. but yeah i can imagine they don't mind clutter but actual dirt and mess?? they try to avoid. mona's room is a bit kind of 70s bohemian vibe meets alternative girl in a 90s movie, lots of fun wall murals and posters everywhere, big rugs across the floor, trinkets and lava lamps and plants everywhere. i can see their apartment being like, very cluttered but in an endearing way. just lots of plants, rugs, throws, cushions, records and books everywhere, nothing really matches, the dining table chairs are all different shapes and just whatever they thrifted and the wallpapers peeling in places. everything's pretty old but they're both quite handy and will often find a way to patch things up, fix a broken table leg, get the boiler restarted. big comfy sofas covered in crochet blankets and scatter cushions that have enough space for friends to sleep on, and a nice old coffee table with rings on it from where they've left hot mugs without coasters. i got inspired so i made a lil pinterest section of some inspo images for what it might look like (its the section greystone) but obvs feel free to disagree !! if u see it as more minimalistic that's totally cool. mona's trying to be tee-total right now, because she's been to rehab a couple of times and knows she's not the best at impulse control so one toke of a joint just turns into bombing lines and one glass of wine turns into shots at a strip club, so she's trying really hard to take it easy, n would def appreciate jett also cutting down / not having as much alcohol around (or it being kept in jett's room). i think nico probably sees jett as the cool aunt and loves the weekends when ian is a way and they get to sleepover at mona and jett's and watch movies and play videogames and walk milo... but ya, love that for them..... cuties.

[keroujack]

what do the boys do when they find their first gray hair? if theyre not a couple yet when they first move in together, whose room do they make Their Bedroom when they get together? what kind of art would they decorate their place with??? (ugh your writing tho, youre cold and i burn fucked me up. I will read ALL YOUR HCS)

(i miss you’re cold (and i burn) every single day so it makes me sO happy to know that you like it ❤️) and now from the bottom up, bc that’s how my brain decided to do this jfdkl;a

- i don’t know a whole lot about formal decorating, but i see their space being super cozy. kinda minimal, by means of like. actual art, but definitely lived in. messy book shelves. cabinets overflowing with mugs. plants near the windows and lots of pictures of them and all the Dweebs on the walls

if anything, i kinda see billy as the type to hang records on a wall somewhere? it’s a cool little touch and it would show off a lot of his personality. he’d hang one or two of steve’s records up, too. even though he’s got shitty music taste. just because he knows steve will bitch at him if he doesn’t

i see steve buying random shit he sees in the windows of antique stores or thrift shops or farmers markets and hanging it somewhere random in the house/apartment without telling billy. waits to see how long it takes until billy realizes there’s a rusty pocket watch hanging from a nail in the hallway, or that they don’t know anyone in the picture (of an 18th century farm family) hanging next to the bookshelf

- *takes a deep breath* BILLY’S ROOM. 

BILLY’S ROOM, BILLY’S ROOM, BILLY’S ROOM

steve loves billy’s bed. a lot. billy’s sheets are warm and soft in a way his have never been. they smell so much like him, too. like his soap, his shampoo, and it makes steve dizzy. makes his heart skip a beat. makes his stomach bottom out like he’s on a rollercoaster

even before they were together, if he was having a bad night, he’d crawl into billy’s bed. would bury his face in one of billy’s pillows and breathe in deep and feel all the tension melt away. would fall asleep and stay asleep all night

it’s one of the ways steve realized he loves billy. like really loves billy, in that way. the fact that he’s never slept so well as he does in billy’s bed, between his soft sheets, surrounded by the smell of him

it only gets better. when things finally do change, and he can bury his face in billy’s neck, his chest, his hair instead of a pillow

- first grey hair? steve pulls it out. without hesitation. without thinking. he’s in his early 40′s and he knows his dad went grey in his 40′s so he’s half been expecting it, but it doesn’t make him hate it any less. doesn’t make him any less nervous, less anxious

he tries to forget about it, doesn’t say anything, tries to go about his day like normal, but it’s obvious that he’s feeling weird about something because he does the dishes right after dinner. billy knows he only does the dishes right after dinner if he’s feeling Off

so billy comes up behind him while he’s standing at the sink. wraps his arms around steve’s middle while steve’s elbow deep in suds and asks what the problem is, but steve just brushes him off, shrugs. it takes a lot of prodding, a couple minutes of billy reaching beneath his shirt to trace over his stomach, a couple more minutes of billy kissing his neck until steve goes all pliant and easy, only admits it when billy says, please

because steve’s not afraid of aging, not in the slightest. he’s afraid that billy’s gonna see him differently. he’s irrationally scared of billy feelings changing just because he’s getting old, but billy spends the rest of the night convincing him that there’s nothing to be afraid of there. billy’s been over the fucking moon for him since they were seventeen and as much as he misses being young, he’s also pretty glad they aren’t anymore. that they get to do whatever the fuck they want because they’re adults now. that they’ve got a real life that they’ve built together. actually sort of loves the fact that they’re getting old and that they’re doing that together

steve spends the rest of the night kissing him stupid. billy doesn’t complain

- billy’s the kind of bastard that stays blond an infuriatingly long amount of time. doesn’t get his first grey until he’s like. 60. steve hates him for it, but he also kinda loves him for it, too. just a little bit

[dodgefred]

some of the abh kids’ fashion senses in modern day no i do not take constructive criticism

alice: either all thrifted, bought from small businesses, or handmade. anti-fast fashion. vintage-inspired silhouettes but not exactly. graphic t-shirts or big sweaters tucked into maxi-skirts. dresses from that one etsy shop inspired by little women. occasionally wears pants but not usually. lots of lace and florals and light colors. favorite color is blue. any kind of blue. always wears a locket with pictures of her and alfred as children inside. either hand-embroidered white converse or some kind of mary-janes or flats

alfred: ugly. he comes from a rich family so he has all this designer shit he got as gifts that he still hasn’t gotten rid of and he doesn’t know how to style them. but he doesn’t even like the designer shit anyway, he prefers graphic t-shirts with cute characters like garfield or scooby doo or rabbits on them. he thinks just because something is the same color it’ll automatically look good together so he’ll pair together two wildly different shades of green and think he’s a genius. he likes big clothes because they hide the areas he’s insecure about, and he thinks the boxy look is very masculine and he likes that. this accidentally turned into a character analysis. also he exclusively wears chunky ass dad sneakers that look like they were plucked straight from ur uncle’s yard sale but he actually spent a lot of money on them. always wears a watch. also his socks never fucking match

tabatha: not afraid to show anything off. shirts with deep v-necks, half unbuttoned button-downs, bras under blazers, whatever. alternatively, very into turtlenecks. also those corset-style tops i don’t know what they’re called??? pants are always high-waisted. dark colors or neutrals. lots of dark winelike purples. faux-sophisticated and posh. HOWEVER, she also wears doc martens with EVERYTHING. it doesn’t matter if it matches or not, she spent a lot of money on those boots and she loves them a lot!!! minimal jewelry if anything. belts! belts are great! lots of her clothes were either thrifted, gifted, or are knock-offs of a more expensive brand and she lowkey prides herself in that. big academia + lesbian energy tbh

dodgy: art hoe vibes. yellow, funky patterned high-waisted pants, checkered vans, the whole shabang. he’s very in-touch with himself and not afraid to be a little bit feminine so he wears skirts and dresses often. though his favorite type of look is funky patterned button-downs either tucked into his pants and half unbuttoned or tied in a bow at the bottom. a mix of handmade and thrifted and also designer stuff. also lives on depop. the colors and patterns he wears are definitely all over the place but he’s good at piecing them together in different and unique outfits. truly a colorblock king. really into overalls, bucket hats, and crop tops too. not all together, though. loves to layer- like, on a 2010 disney channel level. but he actually knows how to make it go together. big belief in fashion as an art form and it shows. big converse stan. always cuffs his jeans

mamie: “basic” fashion. cardigans, bralettes, turtlenecks, jeans, teddybear jackets. it’s all like gentrified designer fashion though like it’s deliberately designed to look like it’s been thrifted even though it wasn’t. she would never wear used clothes. disgusting. biker shorts and big sweatshirts are a vibe, and so are those little pastel cardigan crop top things, and also shirts with a lettuce hem. also not afraid of solid color fashion. she makes it work. she pretty much follows the trends though and doesn’t usually stray out of them. anti-plaid bc it reminds her of catholic school. brandy melville stannie

clarissa: short skirts, spaghetti-straps, crop tops. big fan of denim skirts. wears heels with a casual outfit. preferred color is a pale yellow even though yellow is so hard to find cute clothes in. favorite pattern is gingham or florals. off the shoulder tops are cool. her whole vibe is vvvvv summery which is kind of awkward considering she lives in rainy ass england. oh well she deals with it. had a vsco girl phase but likes to ignore that fact after it became a meme. she’s still a scrunchie addict though

[spring-awakening-headcanons]

Spring Awakening social media headcanons? Like their bios and shit

hey!! ofc lovely, i hope this is what you had in mind :)

Wendla- ig hoe. Lotsa artsy photos. Probably has a ghandi quote in her bio. Definitely the type to put he s/o’s name in her bio too. She posts the occasional indie song cover on her story, she actually has a really good voice. Has a tumblr for her pics, it’s very aesthetic. There’s some discourse on there too, like those posts about asking before you hug someone. She reblogs them for martha and ilse.

Melchior- posts a lot of fake deep tweets that he probably stole. Has facebook for boomer memes about tv bad book good. Has tumblr to look at p*rn. He’s sort of normal on instagram, he posts pictures of his friends and uses an obnoxious amount of hashtags.

Moritz- his instagram has 2 posts, both from 2016. He only keeps ig on his phone to look at memes. He’s more active on tumblr and posts about whatever thing he’s obsessed with this month. Also reposts poetry from the mlm tag. He’s on reddit too and tends to scroll through it when melchior drags him to parties or dances

Ilse- tumblr for her art, has a light orange theme. It’s mostly sapphic art and i love her. She has a separate sjw blog for fighting terfs and fascists. Her ig is very artsy like wendla’s, i feel like she has a pastel grunge thing going on. There’s some pictures of her friends too, especially of wendla ;)

Hanschen- got instagram bc ernst asked him to. It’s mostly pictures of him and ernst or just ernst. He has tumblr too, one blog where he reposts architecture and art and moodboards, mostly mlm and bi ones. He has another tumblr that’s just selfies. Most of them get over 1k notes and no one knows why. 

Martha- she has a stunning instagram feed, many of the pictures are of her bc she’s gorgeous and has amazing fashion sense. She and wendla do photoshoots together, martha models and picks the clothes and wendla does location and takes the pictures. Martha also has a tumblr, one for activism and one for writing. She posts resources for people in abusive situations. Her writing is mostly poetry and a little fan fiction.  

Ernst- his instagram is mostly his art but he has a few pics of him and hansi and other friends. Also the type to have his s/o’s name in his bio. He does a bit of photography as well and joins wendla and martha on their photoshoots sometimes. Has a fandom tumblr and reblogs a lot of art with huge rants in the tags bc he has Feelings. 

Thea- her tumblr is a lot of those suggestions and date ideas. Plenty of yearning, bless her heart. She was probably into a couple ya fandoms back in the day. She’s constantly wiping her ig feed clean but when there’s something on it it’s always some gorgeous pics of her with lyrics in the caption. 

Anna- her main ig account has a couple thousand followers, many of which are baby d*kes who are in love with her. She runs one of those wlw ig accounts that are yearning tumblr posts with nature-esque backgrounds. She has tumblr, mostly for posting her thrift store finds and reblogs martha’s poetry.

Georg- only has discord and reddit. Very big on the phone bad book good thing but also spends hours playing video games so

[denkamis]

Hey! First of all congrats on 200 followers! I was wondering if I could please have a romantic matchup and a sibling matchup for BNHA? I’d prefer a student if that’s okay? My pronouns are He/Him (I’m ftm) and I’m pan but I have more of a preference towards guys. In terms of appearance I’m pretty short (5’2), I have tan skin, dark brown eyes and short dark brown wavy hair that’s shaved on both sides and dyed red with purple tips. My style depends on the day but it’s always a neat type of grunge or bright colours like flower jeans with rainbow shoes type of thing, I also love oversized sweaters and varsity jackets. I initially come off as shy or cold/distant but I’m not I’m just more of an observer. When I feel more comfortable I’m very loud and outgoing, I can talk someone’s ear off on a good day. I’m very clumsy and somewhat childish, people often laugh because I just blurt things out. Though I hate people laughing at me I love making people laugh on my own terms, I often do this with flirting and suggestive jokes. I’m a huge flirt but am really awkward if someone flirts back or likes me, I straight up go into panic mode. Though I’m pretty nice I do have a hot temper and a bit of a low tolerance for people, this makes me seem a lot more threatening and pretentious than I actually am. It also doesn’t help that my resting bitch face looks like resting murderer face, I just look scary with a blank face I even scare myself. Like I said I’m in reality very soft and sensitive and since I love children I actually volunteer as a play therapist at a local hospital which is literally me playing with sick children. I’m a jack of all trades in terms of my hobbies and what I’m good at. I love language and know 8 languages besides English, I write stories mainly horror, I love music and can play the piano, ukulele and drums, I’m a photographer and a passion of mines is film making, I want to be a cinematographer or screenwriter. I love perfecting a scene, and though I seem like I’m work obsessed I’m a hopeless romantic who falls hard for a new person everyday but I don’t admit it. My taste in music varies but I’m a fan of kpop, electronic, techno and any music that can get you up and dancing. I’m all about music about being better than others, yearning, need, sexual bops as well as funny/skit music like the Lonely Island or Yung Gravy. I don’t really have much else to say about me and this is already pretty long so I’m gonna leave it there. Again congrats! And thank you so much in advance.

thank you so much!! ofc i’ll write u a matchup, don’t even worry about it!

you have a lot of spunk B) and honestly, being a filmmaker is such a cool profession to get into, i admire you a lot for that!

romantically, i match you up with ...

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

right off the bat, kirishima is so so accepting of who you are. he does his research, he’s mindful of your pronouns, he knows what makes you comfortable and what makes you uncomfortable. he’s thoughtful, incredibly respectful, and will stand up to any asshole that dare speak to you badly. he loves laughing with you, cracking silly and stupid jokes to the point where you have a whole list of inside jokes just for the two of you. he really believes you have the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen. he adores your versatile sense of style, and he always finds time to compliment you on outfits. though, one aspect of your personality that makes him melt is seeing you interact with kids. like— that’s just so adorable to him. it makes him so soft, his heart hammering as he sees you saying goodbye to the children you help at the hospital when he goes to pick you up

y’all dye your hair together. hair dying dates, period. your relationship dynamic is goofy, supportive, and so sweet. like cheesy sort of sweet. you two feed off each other’s energy and liven up each other’s day by simply being near each other. since you’re shorter than him, his favourite kisses to give you are ones to the top of your head or to your forehead

when you get flirty with him, his face blooms with colour. he tries to play it off, tries to act super cool but he can’t help that he’s flustered. he just thinks you’re super damn manly. even if you let your temper slip, he’s patient. it isn’t something he hasn’t seen before with his bakubro katsuki, so he knows how to handle it. honestly, he falls for you just as hard as you fall for him (i can see him as a really big hopeless romantic too) and it shows so much in the way he looks at you, it’s not even funny. he does so much for you, and i just know you’d make him feel so loved

RUNNER UP: denki kaminari (no this isn’t bc i’m holding onto him for myself i promise y’all i PROMISE)

as siblings, i match you up with ...

HITOSHI SHINSOU

i see shinsou being like the really laid back older brother that you can go to for literally anything. he isn’t afraid of giving it to you straight, but he also isn’t afraid to tease you and poke a bit of fun at how clumsy you can be or how flustered kirishima makes you with a simple wink. annoying ass mfer. he means it all in good fun, and will let you tease him back. you two have a lot of laughs together, since he knows how you feel about people laughing at you so he is quite mindful. if you ever want him to stop, he will. that being said, he gives the best advice to you. he tells you to chase your dreams, but to remain realistic about things and have a plan b if things don’t work out. even so, he’ll support you on whatever path you decide to take. he will always have your back, no exceptions

please ohmygod teach him the languages you know. it would be so perfect for his quirk and he would be a bit embarrassed about it at first, but he would ask you to tutor him in the languages you do know. another thing you guys do together is just people watch at the library or on the train. the two of you look like you could kill, no one doubts that you guys are actually siblings from the looks on your faces tbh

i can see you two just casually hanging out together, not really needing to speak. like he would take you out to go get boba or thrifting to grab you clothes to suit your style (so that you can stop stealing all of his jackets and shit from his closet since they’re bigger and comfier anyway). he would certainly proofread your stories, pointing out areas to fix and praising the points where it stood out to him. in conclusion— older brother hitoshi shinsou is just very supportive and overall, incredibly chill, we love to see it

RUNNER UP: hanta sero

all works © denkamis 2021.

[phobiadeficient]

Speeding bullet - scout being really braggy and boastful while 'trying' to get sniper into bed and when sniper finally agrees Scout is rlly fuckin insecure bc he didn't think it would work

scout tf2 all “ooh i got big dick energy” until he’s gotta get his dick out. ft. trans sniper because i fuckin feel like it

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It was only half-joking, yeah, but that still meant that half of it was a joke.

It mostly started as just… an extension of what Scout was already kind of doing. It had started on him trying to get Snioer to laugh, and when it turned out he liked doing that, he’d worked hard to dig up all sorts of material. Puns and lame dad jokes and stuff, mostly. Then when he’d run low on those, he moved on to cheesy pickup lines. Then eventually he moved on to just regular pickup lines, then it somehow morphed into straight up flirting.

Kissy faces at Sniper across the room when he was trying to focus on a different conversation and pretending he hadn’t been doing anything when the other person looked was one of them that he had fun with for a while. Offhandedly saying “hot” when Sniper did normal, regular things, because to be fair, Sniper was a real attractive dude. Sniper occasionally bopping him on the shoulder for a sassy remark, to which Scout would make a dramatic noise and go “harder” just to make Sniper blush. Casually calling Sniper “babe” or “hon” when he wasn’t really paying attention just to see him sputter a bit.

He didn’t think it was ever gonna go anywhere, not just on the basis of it mostly being a joke, but also because Sniper was wayyy out of Scout’s league, as far as he was concerned. Mysterious Australian marksman, tall and handsome, real sweet and awfully polite in a way that made him the exact kind of guy Scout would’ve wanted to bring home to his Ma back when he lived in Boston and was still trying to date for real.

And he knew Sniper was into dudes, had gathered as much when Sniper one day quietly murmured some remark about an ex-boyfriend and promptly tried to brush past it. But that didn’t necessarily mean he was into Scout.

But he liked the way Sniper’s mouth ticked up at the corner when he hit him with a really good pick up line. Liked the way Sniper would sometimes roll his eyes, sometimes flush, sometimes sputter and smack his shoulder. It was nice, the thing they had going. Friends, but better than coworker friends, but kind of different than friends. It was a weird dynamic they had going on.

They were in Scout’s room one day, playing checkers on the shitty little board Scout had picked up from a thrift store at some point and never gotten around to throwing away. Sitting across from each other with the board between them on Scout’s bed, Scout criss-cross and Sniper half-lounged against the wall.

Sniper finished off his last two pieces in a double jump, and Scout swore, having lost track of the piece responsible.

“You suck, dude,” Scout complained, picking up the pieces and stacking them with the rest of his own.

“Mate, you suck,” Sniper corrected.

“Only on weekends,” Scout shot back, only a second delayed, and winked. “But hey, I can make exceptions.”

“Is that right?” Sniper asked.

This was a new bit. Sniper didn’t usually push the joke forward, or prompt him for more. Scout rolled with it. “Yeah, man,” he laughed. “I can start taking walk-in appointments for a nice face.”

“How far do you schedule in advance?” Sniper asked next, raising an eyebrow.

“Not too busy these days,” Scout shrugged.

“Might be able to say you’re able to… squeeze someone in?” Sniper asked, and Scout’s heart hammered, even as he burst into laughter.

“Aw, fuck, that’s a good line. Jesus, I’m mad I didn’t think of that first,” he managed, and Sniper was smiling too, looked away after a second.

“Thanks, mate,” he replied, looking satisfied. He shifted, not looking back. “You’d think there’d be a waiting list a mile long.”

“Fuckin’ tell me about it,” Scout groaned, leaning back to get a bit more comfortable. “I mean, seriously. There’s like nobody out here. Unless I wanna dick down on some sand or whatever, I’m shit outta luck. And most of the people in town are way too old for me, and the people that ain’t are like, either taken or super weird or just not interested. And yeah, one or two are all clear, everything’s fine, but the second the word relationship crops up, poof, gone, smoke cloud, fuckin’ witness protection levels of disappeared. What’s a guy gotta do to get appreciated a little around here, y’know?”

Sniper nodded and hummed sympathetically. “Well, I’m sure there’s one or two people around who can tell a good thing when they see it,” he said, tilting his head.

“We talkin’ besides you?” Scout asked, grinning and starting to gesture at himself. “I mean, look at this, look at all’a this! No duh, I know you’ve got two workin’ eyes and at least a little bit of taste. Even if your food is fucked up and weird.”

Sniper rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Humble, are we?”

“What, am I supposed to be?” Scout asked, cheeky and unapologetic.

“It’s alright. It’s cute,” Sniper replied, glancing him up and down.

Scout flushed. The tables weren’t usually turned like this, and it was taking surprisingly little to fluster him. “Thanks,” was all he could think of. He cursed himself for not having a better line. “I mean, yeah. Of course I am. Uh, it is. Fuck.”

Sniper chuckled, and sat up. “Thought you usually hate it when people call you cute,” he pointed out, tilting his head back and forth to stretch his neck where he’d been sitting weird.

“I mean, it’s okay if it’s… you,” Scout said, words slowing as he realized how sappy that sounded. “I—I’d be okay with—“

He stammered a little, distracted by the visual of Sniper pulling off his shades, which he almost never did, and folding them up, setting them off to one side and fixing him with a look, eyes sharp and overwhelming now that they were uncovered and Scout was faced with the absolute brunt of them.

“—I mean I-I-I’d be okay with all sorts of things,” he said, a little desperate to turn the conversation back to their standard flirty jokes. He felt way out of his depth all of a sudden and it made him a little uncomfortable.

Then every muscle in Scout’s body froze as Sniper moved forward.

He knocked over their little stacks of checker chips with his knee, sending a few in a lazy topple down off the bed towards the floor, and a gentle push to Scout’s shoulder was all it took to make him fall back onto his back, and then Sniper was over him, on top of him, inside of his thigh against the outside of Scout’s propped up on his arms.

“What sorts of things?” Sniper prompted quietly.

Scout’s breath caught, staring up at Sniper with wide eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Sniper’s eyebrows started to furrow. “You awright, mate?” he asked gently.

“Yeah! Yeah, for sure,” Scout said right away, fumbling to try and find a good place to put his hands, settling on Sniper’s shoulders despite the awkward bend it put into his elbows between them.

“Are you… not ready, to…?” he started to ask next, trailing a little, and Scout was faced with a series of concepts. That Sniper thought their arrangement was one where Scout could be ready for this. That Sniper thought they had some kind of arrangement. That Sniper wanted him.

The last one buzzed around in his head hard enough that Scout didn’t even remember to respond.

“We can stop,” Sniper said next, and Scout fumbled for a good reply.

“No! No, I’m good. It’s good,” he said, trying to calm his hammering pulse.

Sniper sat up a little, glancing him up and down again. “It just seems like you’re nervous is all,” he said.

And he was, and he was sure his hands would be shaking if they weren’t holding on to Sniper’s shoulders. “I’m good,” he said anyways. “I just—I dunno what you, what you like, what you want.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Sniper replied, and Scout had to fight hard not to jump at the feeling of Sniper trailing a hand down his side. “What do you want to do?”

Scout swallowed hard. “Can,” he started to ask, and he didn’t know how he could be reading this wrong but he was sure that he was, had to be, felt this was an insane thing to be able to request but Sniper had asked so he tried anyways, “can I touch you?”

Sniper shrugged, sitting up just slightly further, squaring his shoulders to open himself up. “Go ahead,” he prompted, and Scout did.

He managed to undo the buttons of Sniper’s shirt, pushing it down his shoulders a little ways before he realized he had an undershirt on and that it would need to go as well. A glance up at Sniper, and Sniper chuckled, sat back slightly, pulled off his shirt and undershirt both before he leaned back forward within range of Scout’s hands.

Scout traced across all the scars he could find with gentle fingers, trailing them momentarily over two large scars there at Sniper’s pecs. “How’d you get these?” he asked, glanced up at Sniper.

Sniper frowned. “Mate, I’ve told you already,” he said quietly, and Scout took a good few moments to realize what Sniper meant, then looked down again with wide eyes.

Somehow the words “top surgery” hadn’t brought him the mental image of big, wide scars. Suddenly he was all the more impressed with Sniper. “Oh yeah,” he said, tracing over them again. “Huh.”

Sniper fixed him with a befuddled smile, the sort of fond “are you serious, how’d you forget that?” look he tended to get from people who actually liked him, and Scout could only smile back sheepishly. Finally Sniper rolled his eyes and plucked on Scout’s shirt. “Planning on ever taking this off?” he asked, and Scout quickly nodded, trying to wrestle himself free of the shirt as fast as he could. “Easy, mate. No time limit, here.”

“I know!” Scout said a little defensively, finally getting the shirt off over his head, and Sniper smoothed down the hair on one side of his head where it was probably sticking up and looking dumb.

God, he probably looked so dumb. There lying beneath a big, cool guy like Sniper, all… scrawny and already flushing and not a single cool scar to speak of—

“Mate, it’s alright if you’re nervous,” Sniper said, worry increasing.

“No I’m not nervous why would I be nervous I’m totally cool,” Scout said all in a rush.

Sniper raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I mean, maybe a little a little nervous, but just because I—“ And he realized it in the same moment he fished through his head for an excuse. “I just don’t have anything to… y’know, stuff we might need.”

Sniper stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I don’t have any condoms or anything on me,” Scout finally admitted, surely flushed down to his chest.

Sniper’s lips parted around a silent “oh”, and he nodded. “Awright. Well, that’s fine, still plenty we can do,” he decided aloud after a second. “How’s about I tug you off, you do the same for me?”

Scout didn’t know how he was in a situation where it was acceptable to ask the thing he blurted a second later, but thank god that he was. “Can I go down on you?” he asked, not entirely sure what words he would use in the specific and not wanting to be super rude and ask.

Sniper laughed, grinning. “Sure, mate. If you want,” he nodded. Another look up and down. “Mind if I get you off first, though? I’ll admit, I’ve, er, been looking forward to the chance a bit.”

“Go ahead,” Scout said weakly, and Sniper’s grin widened, and he moved to work Scout’s pants open in simple, confident motions.

It was a little embarrassing that he was so hard already, and he had to look away from Sniper, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. Sniper hummed, and then spit into his hand, and then he was jacking Scout off, steady and nice.

“How’s that?” he prompted softly into Scout’s collarbone when all Scout did for a while was pant and gasp quietly.

“S’good,” he managed, voice shaky. “Real good. Real fuckin’ good.”

So good that he felt a moan rising up in his chest and pressed his hand against his mouth, biting down on the meaty part of his palm to try to stifle it.

“Oh, no,” Sniper chided, voice a growl, taking Scout’s wrist and pinning it just to one side of him, grinning. “I wanna hear you.”

Scout started to protest, but then Sniper squeezed nice nice nice over the head and it made his lashes flutter, his back arch, his mouth fall open in a gasp trailed by a moan, and his face was absolutely on fire.

“There’s a beauty,” Sniper purred, and pulled his hand back to spit in it a second time before he returned, picking up speed and apparently greatly enjoying the way Scout squirmed, the noises that rose up in his throat. “There you go. Nice, aren’t it?”

“Yeah,” Scout agreed, and he wished he could shut up, wished he could shut his big fuckin’ mouth for a minute before he embarrassed himself, but he couldn’t, could only whimper out praises and pleads as Sniper drew him closer to, and finally over, the edge, heralded by a weak groan and Sniper’s name.

He came back down to earth to the feeling of lips and stubble against his cheek, his jaw. Scout blindly fumbled with his newly-freed hand towards his dresser, managing to find the tissues and mop himself off, still flushed, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Cute,” Sniper hummed, looking down at him, and Scout groaned, head falling back for a second to finish collecting himself.

“Uh,” he tried to say, blinked once or twice, looked at Sniper. “Hey, let me hit you with somethin’ real quick.”

“Mm?” Sniper asked, mildly intrigued.

“How about you, uh.” And usually he was so much smoother, way cooler, but Sniper had him frazzled in a way that most people didn’t, not even that really hot guy he met the year after he graduated, the one with the leather jacket and the cologne that made him practically lightheaded. He fumbled for a way to phrase it that was hot, but couldn’t seem to find anything, and just sighed, spitting it out and cutting the bullshit. “How about you sit on my face?”

Because in a cursory glance, he’d noticed that while Sniper was smiling, movements languid and smooth in a way that meant he was very much into the proceedings, he didn’t seem to have a bulge in his pants, there being no hardness to speak of when he ground his hips forward into Scout’s thigh. And apparently he’d made the right call, because Sniper  chuckled and agreed.

And to be honest, he didn’t remember much after that. It was mostly a haze, movement and heat, Sniper’s husky voice dripping into his ears much in the same way that slickness dropped down Scout’s chin and cheeks. All he knew was that Sniper was gorgeous, and seemed to like what Scout could do with his mouth—and damn right he did, he had enough experience that he would be a little insulted otherwise. All he knew was that halfway through he found himself outright hard again, and wound up jerking himself off desperately with his free even as he continued trying to wring noises out of Sniper with mouth and fingers, muffled groans escaping him as Sniper decided to tease him about it in that low raspy voice he was starting to get addicted to.

Sniper finished first, and the rush he got feeling Sniper’s legs close right around his head drove him over the edge, bucking and making Sniper roll forward slightly and prolonging things for him.

And finally Sniper was leaning up onto his knees, reaching for the same tissues Scout had gone for earlier and laughing at the picture Scout made. His hair was all stuck up on one side again, he was pretty sure, and his face was red and shiny with wetness, lips swollen and parted as he panted, staring up at Sniper with bright eyes.

“We gotta do this again some time,” Scout said before Sniper was even done wiping himself down.

And Sniper laughed. “Sure, mate. Any day of the week.”

[the-blueberry-jellyfish]

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Just gonna post the bios and stuff here so it's all together and organized. Whoever gets me can pick anyone from this list, you to do✌️✨ Got some dbz and some non-dbz choices. Some of them have a few more pictures in their tags, but not all. I don't care if my gift is written or drawn🦑 And, particularly if you're writing, feel free to include your own oc in whatever's going on, if it helps you get things rolling or whatever. I feel like y'all have the harder job😂💙

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Cam

He/Him, 5'5", gay ace

Cam's babie c: Well, kinda lol. He grew up in an orphanage and spent a few years homeless, on the street. Nowadays, after carving out a place for himself through a series of turf wars, he's the gang boss of his city's second most prominent gang. He lives in a motel he owns and runs, which is his primary source of income. He's outgoing and friendly, despite the violent side of him and treats his gang members like family. He doesn't much like death, since he's seen so much of it, but views it as a necessary evil, depending on the circumstance. Basically you're all good and taken care of if you're on his good side, but probs in hot shit if you're on his bad side. He doesn't like spending time alone. He would rather sit in silence with someone else than be alone in a room. He's been able to come to terms with things like being alone to go to sleep and such, but if he's ever forced into isolation, it gives him mad anxiety, dude. He refuses to spend more than $20 on anything and much prefers thrift stores and shoplifting😂 He's more okay paying for things at family owned establishments, but he doesn't like to give big companies money lmao. He really loves listening to people play music live, especially if it's jazz music. And just, ,, has to dance😤👏👏👏 He absolutely loves animals and is always setting out water and extra food for the strays. He's named the ones he sees regularly and is working on getting little shelters built for them😭💙🐶🐱✨ He also will bury any dead strays and roadkill that he finds. He feels like they deserve that much.

Likes: His gang members, jazz, PURPLE!! and pink!!, sleeveless shirts and jackets, thrifting, ANIMALS😭💙, gaudy ass decorations😂, gaudy ass anything tbh, pasta, his rainbow steletto switchblade😗💙✨

Dislikes: Being alone, "gross yellows", authority figures, rich people, beING ALONE, spending money😪💸, hot days, seeing people struggle, drugs, BEING ALONE

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Gale

He/Him, 6'10", pan

Asshole. Asshole man. Will kick your ass np and can be a bit of a bully to those he perceives as being weak. He's not afraid to voice his opinion, not really caring about what other people think of him, and takes an instant disliking to people who are snobby or authority figures. He tends to be quick-tempered and closed off to others, but to those he cares about he's fiercely protective and loyal. He will kill for those few, special people and really only feels truly at ease with those people. He has trouble processing and expressing his emotions a lot of the time, especially more complex ones, which can lead to him just defaulting into a grumpy state. He doesn't really have any true hobbies because he was never able to healthily explore those types of things, so he usually just relaxes in his free time, which is fine with him because he tends to stress😂 Though, he is a bit of an adrenaline junkie and won't say no to going out and doing stupid things just for the sake of doing them😂👏✨ He has an absolutely massive, and also ever-growing, candle collection. He doesn't like to turn down buying new ones when he sees them, so it's resulted in every flat surface in his home being covered with candles. No, he doesn't think it's weird and no, he doesn't think that's too many candles. Aaaand though he hates cleaning, he can't stand for things to be messy or untidy because it gives him massive anxiety, so everything is always put away and clean 😤

Likes: CANDLES!!! (it's not a 'like' it's an obsession), alcohol, everything to be clean, blue and yellow, just... relaxing, horror movies, cold weather, attention, just about any kind of attention, making memories via doing stupid shit😂

Dislikes: People with an holier-than-thou attitude, jewelry, CLUTTER AND MESSES, bright ass lime green, horses (those bitches scary), people who are mean to kids (they get an extra ass kicking (ง'̀-'́)ง )

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Isa

She/Her, 5', straight

My spunky gal! My little firecracker! She’s super outgoing, sweet, and friendly. In fact, she likes to be friends with everyone. Tends to go after the loner type people for friends though bc she thinks they need the love lol. And she’s got lots of love and support to give them. She’s the type of person that’s always there for anyone who’s going through a rough patch, trying to help them find a solution to the problem. She’s not very good at recognizing that someone doesn’t want her help though lmao. She thinks that everyone can be good under the right circumstances and surrounded by the right people. She likes to just let loose and have fun. She’s usually very carefree, silly, and up for trying new things. She’s also pretty damn hyper though lmao. She’s constantly a walking bundle of energy and excitement. Because of this, a lot of people just, ,, can't handle to be around her very long. It's definitely... a lot😂💙 And as nice as she is, she’s a feisty little shit and isn’t afraid of anyone. She’s gotten into a couple of fights with people she mmmaaayyybe shouldn't have fought and earned a few scars, but she just thinks they’re cool ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ No one’s gonna step on her and they most definitely aren’t gonna step on her family. She just. Has no fear😂 She's far too optimistic to think that anything irreversibly bad could actually happen. Everything can be fixed 😂👏✨

Likes: Food, lots of food, making new friends (especially if they're grumps or bad people she can annoy into not being bad😂), picnics, going on runs and outside adventures, spending time with family and friends, when everyone gets along, cute babies

Dislikes: Sitting still, doing nothing all day, bitches that come around just to cause trouble, alcohol, overly pessimistic mindsets

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Klovnie

He/Him, 6'11", pan

STINKY MAN ALERT😂 Him and his twin, Klaunie (Spork's), are assassans. They're suuuper close and wouldn't really... be able to function without the other. Klov certainly couldn't, that's for sure😂 Klaunie pretty much takes care of and watches over him because he has no impulse control and no self-preservation instinct. He's prone to going barreling into situations without knowing much of anything about it. So yeah. The money they get from their job is just an added bonus to him because he very much enjoys his job. A little too much 🤡🤡🤡 Hgbgh. He has a big fascination with taxidermy and may or may not experiment with taxidermy on his victims. Ahem. He has... many people mounted on his walls. It's no big deal, don't worry about it. Oh yeah, and he's also a cannibal kjhkjhgj it's fine👌✨ The whole clown aesthetic comes from his family, who are all a part of a traveling circus. Though, only he and Klaunie are, ,, let's say odd,, , lmao. Which causes some issues. But aside from clowning, taxidermy, and his job, he likes to paint or sculpt in his free time. Though his artworks are, um... pretty abstract lmao. You don't have to understand it, just nod and smile 😂💕✨ Though, if you're genuinely interested, he's always more than happy to explain c: He's also a very good dancer and is always looking to imporove further. Come dance with him👀😂💙✨ He likes stars a lot and always signs things with a star instead of his name⭐️ In his mind, the star symbol is his name and you won't convince him otherwise. He has a big ol' mallet and her name is Tuesday Night Cherrypop Supreme. She's the love of his life and she's a good smash-y girl😂

Likes: Klaunie, Tuesday Night Cherrypop Supreme, finding roadkill, GLITTER! SPARKLES! SEQUINS!, adding a new taxidermy person to his room😂, pudding, sneaking bites of food before it's ready, singing and dancing, smeLLING THINGS, cheesy knock knock jokes!

Dislikes: Being ignored, people being mean to Klaunie, burnt food >:•c , overly plain things, missing a joke, people who refuse to have a good time🤡

[sophygurl]

okay so I saw your fox way post (which i realise is from like 5 months ago so i'm sorry if it's not in your main interests anymore) and I wanted to know what you think would be some good descriptors for the organised comfy chaos that is their house. bc i love the idea of a house of miss-matched over stuffed sofas and everything everywhere that doesn't understand the concept of minimalism but I can't find anything online that looks like what I imagine. Thoughts?

omg so The Raven Cycle in general, and Fox Way in particular, is never out of my main interests so thank you for this!! I actually have a Bunch of other metas that I’ve kinda collected notes for and one of them is actual physical descriptions of 300 Fox Way? 

I feel bad because I’ve already promised @sparkly-things metas about Maura and Gray next up ages ago, but hopefully they won’t mind? And I happen to have a lil energy and time today, so here goes with every physical description of the house that I’ve collected during re-reads (may have missed stuff). 

This got long, and is perhaps not even what you were looking for, but I hope it helps you and/or others looking for descriptions of the house! 

Blue describes the architecture of the house, simply, as weird in TRB. In TDT she expands on that, saying it “was two houses knitted together, and neither structure had been a palace to begin with. Narrow hallways leaned eagerly toward one another.” I’m not sure if she means this literally, as in two small houses on nearby lots got made into one building somehow, or just that the way the house is built just makes it feel that way? 

She goes on to talk about a “stray toilet gurgling somewhere” - since we know there is only the one bathroom is she talking about that or does this language mean there is maybe another toilet connected somewhere, like in a basement? Then “the wood floors were as buckled as the sidewalk out front.” Some of the walls were painted in vivid purples and blues, and some had decades old wallpaper (in the same rooms or in different rooms?). “Faded black and white photographs hung beside Klimt prints and old metal scissors. The entire decor was a victim of too much thrift-shopping and too many strong personalities.”

Gansey describes the house as being “cramped with extraneous people and whimsical objects. It hummed with conversation, music, telephones, old appliances.” Malory calls the house “lovely” and seems to appreciate just how many walls there are. 

At one point, it’s said that 300 Fox Way is one mile away from Monmouth Manufacturing. 

The exterior is a “little bright blue house”. There is a hand painted sign that reads “PSYCHIC” and then “By appointment only”. When turned around, the sign reads “CLOSED COME BACK SOON!” I’m not sure if there is a porch, but there is a porch light referred to when opening the front door, so that’s a good guess. There is a front step, so it’s not a ground level entrance to the front of the house the way it seems to be in the back. 

Outside in the backyard - there’s Blue’s large Beech tree, which shades the entire backyard with it’s “beautiful, perfectly symmetrical canopy” that kept out all but the heaviest of rains. There is a high wooden fence covered with honeysuckle that blocked out neighboring lights and the canopy of the tree blocked out the moonlight.

Right off the sliding glass door in the kitchen, there’s a cracked brick patio leading into the yard itself. There are chairs arranged on the patio.

In the kitchen, above the table, is the chandelier described as a “badly designed stained-glass creation” (also described as “the fake Tiffany lamp”) - the one they have difficulty changing the bulbs in. The process of changing the bulbs took at least three hands and was generally left until all the bulbs had burned out - so consider that the kitchen would have different levels of light depending on how far along in this process they might be. The kitchen counters seem always to be cluttered with mugs, teas being made and packaged, essential oils, flowers, pots boiling, etc. There is also a cabinet filled with glasses, either in the kitchen, or close enough to the kitchen for them to rattle when one gets down off of the kitchen table. 

Also in the kitchen - the door to the pantry that Artemus takes up residence in. 

You can see to the front hall and the base of the stairs from the kitchen, and there’s a main hallway that connects from the kitchen, which is at the back of the house, to the front of the house where the front door is, and so I imagine that the stairs are right there in that front hall area. I also believe there is only the one set of stairs connecting the two floors. The staircase has a railing with a knob on it. In the hallway, there is a table with a clock on it. 

The reading room can easily be gotten to from both the kitchen and the front hall, so I imagine it’s off to the other side of the stairs perhaps and maybe there’s a door from the hall and another to the back from the kitchen? There do seem to be multiple doors into the room, and since Adam describes it as a room meant to be a dining room, that makes sense to me. The doors are sometimes closed, so it’s not one of those rooms that is just separated off by archways or whatever.

Anyway, it is described as containing “the candles, the potted plants, the incense burners, the elaborate dining room chandelier, the rustic table that dominated the room, the lace curtains, and finally ... a framed photograph of Steve Martin.” Maura seems proud of that photograph, and makes sure to tell Whelk that it’s signed. It’s also described as having mismatched furniture, with an armchair at the head of the table.There’s a framed photograph of a standing stone on the wall. Also, apparently, there’s a phone in the reading room. There are blinds over the windows. 

There’s also a living room, which I’m thinking is further into the house, because you can’t see the front hall/door from there. There is a fuzzy mint green love seat, and a blue striped chair, and a wicker bench in front of the window. There’s also a couch. I’m also guessing this is where the TV is, unless there is a separate TV room as well, somewhere on the downstairs level? 

There is only one bathroom, and it’s upstairs. There’s a full bathtub. 

The upstairs phone, the one dedicated to the psychic phone line Orla had put in, is in the Phone/Sewing/Cat room, which has green gingham wallpaper and is “full of a multitude of odds and ends”. I’m not sure if the long purple silk Calla does her aerial yoga in is always there, or of Calla sets it up before she does it each time? There are bins of sewing materials, a chair with a pillow on it, and I’m guessing this is the room with the sewing table in it? 

Blue had repurposed canvas trees glued to her bedroom walls, decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves. There was a card table shoved against her twin mattress with reading materials on it, and a nightstand with a dim green lamp. Her closet door was covered with glued dried flowers. She had a ceiling fan that was hung with colored feathers and lace, also leaves. And she had copied a poem on her ceiling. There was a bird painted on one wall with a talk bubble that read “WORMS FOR ALL”. A shelf cluttered with buttons and scissors. A rotating fan in the corner. Blue’s room is adjacent to the Phone/Sewing/Cat room.

Maura has her own room, which is next door to the Phone/Sewing/Cat room. Calla describes it as being chaotic and messy and filled with too much shit. 

Calla and Jimi share a bedroom. It is my considered opinion that they also share a bed, but this is never mentioned or alluded to. We do know that on Calla’s dresser is kept the three statues of Oya, Oshun, and Yemaya, the Yoruban goddesses.

Persephone’s bedroom was at the end of the hall upstairs, past the Phone/Sewing/Cat room and bathroom, and the door to her room was painted red. She had a desk with a Victorian desk chair, and a “high, elderly twin bed”. There was a shaggy rug. 

Presumably Orla has a bedroom somewhere up there and if there are other residents of the house (see the post referred to in this ask for why I wonder about that possibility), then perhaps there are also other bedrooms??

The attic is accessible from the second floor with a door that leads to the stairs that lead up to it. This door is at the very end of the hall, probably past Persephone’s room. A single light bulb lit the attic and it didn’t reach the stairs, so that was a dark stairway. Once up there, there are numerous slanting roof lines which means this is one of those houses with lots of angles and not just one flat or arched roof. There’s also unfinished wood floorboards and areas patched with plywood. There’s a porthole window (along with other windows apparently?), the leads out to the mismatched roof angles outside. Before Neeve moved in, there was nothing up there because Maura was against collecting things. 

When Calla and Blue go up to investigate once Neeve’s been living there, they find a mattress covered with throw rugs on the floor; lots of candles, bowls, and glasses cluttered together, bright painter’s tape making patterns between those objects, a half-burned plant stalk on a plate dusted with ashes, and in one of the narrow dormers - two full-length footed mirrors facing one another. Also a statue of a woman with eyes in her belly, a black leather mask with a large pointed beak, a red mask that matched it, a switch made of three sticks tied together with a red ribbon, and a little cloth bag with asafetida tied into it.

After they clear out Neeve’s things and it becomes Gwenllian’s room, the mirrors are still there, and the mattress, but it becomes cluttered with her own mess of things, also including candles and half-burnt plants.

So that’s what I got! LMK if you have more questions. I love this house and the people who live in so very much. Thanks for asking about it!