#and I haven't really proof read it

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[dummerjan]

Ok but I would love to hear about your tailoring? That’s amazing, speak to me of the soutache! Do you have opinions on thimbles?!

Sorry for taking so long to reply. But I just finished the first sample (of two) of what I will be sewing during my journeyman exam in June and am really excited about that, so now seems like a fitting occasion since it's the source of my soutache themed dreams (thankfully not yet nightmares, but I have been dreaming an awful lot about sewing and class). Prepare for a barely filtered infodump. Here, the finished sample:

(The buttons are temporary, I just didn't have anything else. I am either going with black ones or do fabric covered buttons myself. I also hate how I ended the soutache on the back of the yoke. It should continue into the seam of the zipper so it's continuous. I don't know what I was thinking with ending it abruptly.)

Opinions on thimbles... Use them! I didn't until I started my apprenticeship and I've been converted. I don't have the typical metal cone ones but this one by Prym, I don't find the other ones comfortable. But Clover has an interesting metal one I'd like to try, partially because it makes me think of medieval armour. Leather thimbles also seem to me popular because they aren't that rigid and can be made yourself. And did you know sashiko thimbles are a thing? They cover the part below the middle finger since the motion during stitching is quite different and the fabric is gathered onto the needle which is then pushed by your palm and not just your finger. Now onto the soutache. If you don't know what it is: it's a braid made out of threads that are woven and braided around two cords.

Nowadays made out of synthetic filaments (viscose, polyester) but I've also found a German manufacturer of cotton and linen soutache. For the journeyman exam we need to make a combination of skirt, dress or trousers and coat or blazer. Skirt and blazer is what most do and is what requires less time. We have five days (40 hours) during which we have to do all the sewing and also cutting out fabric for the lining, so everything that's done after the first fitting. And part of that is a decorative element of our own choosing, which needs to fill 8 hours. It can be embroidery, appliqué pleats, ruffles, beading, rouleaux trim, pleating and so on. Stupid me decided to do soutache. Because I've wanted to try it for years and been admiring it on garments from second half of the 19th and early 20th century during which it was really popular. Nowadays it can be most often found on uniforms and costumes.

This is my inspiration:

Actually buying soutache, good quality soutache, is the first hurdle. I've gathered a wide arrange of braid from all over but not all is suitable to my needs. I wouldn't have thought before but the braid needs to be rather firm for a nice, even result without turning out wonky, especially with curved lines. Of which I have many. Sewing braid on fabric sounds deceivingly easy. And in theory it is, but getting it just right (especially with something that requires symmetry) is a headache. And a lot of it already comes down to how you transfer the pattern onto your fabric. One way is to trace the pattern on thin, to pin it to your fabric and then to sew along the traced lines. Tear away the paper and you're left with a pattern of stitches to follow.

But placing that paper just right, especially across seams that are not forgiving when it comes to symmetry. The paper slips and especially the curved lines are super difficult to sew along and turns out wonky more often than I'd like. It's easier to follow the curves when applying the soutache actually, I have more control. I used this method for the soutache on the back of the jacket and while I am happy with it, even if it isn't perfect, I doubt it would suffice for my exam. I am going to go with a smaller design and also one where the bows only go across one seam. Knowing this, I chose a fusible interfacing for the skirt yoke that I could draw on, much easier, and much more accurate even if the braid itself isn't always even in the end. Not done by a machine after all.

wrong side of the yoke, the blue is water soluble pen, and then one line of stitching to transfer the pattern to the right side and one of applying the braid

There are presser feet for applying braid but while they help with not having to hold the braid, the foot itself covers the lines I want to follow. Great for relatively straight lines but not an option for the bows. There is an attachment called an underbraider that was made for old domestic machines. They allow you to sew with the wrong side facing up while the braid is attached to the right side. But I haven't been able to figure out what it's called in German and if I can buy one somewhere. But I do have an antique singer it could be used with. For the details around the slits in the sleeves I've tried yet another method and shaped the bows beforehand and then basted them onto the fabric. It's good for such small designs, and especially that specific area because of the challenges the seam allowances and the underside of the slit presents, which can't be caught in the stitching and the stitching has to be hidden by the lining later on. Still a bit trial and error.

An issue with this particular soutache braid is that the cords at its core don't match the outside, they are white! And sometimes they show, which is rather unsightly. So not an option for my exam.

The one that's perfect in terms of firmness and actually has the the same coloured cords (the yellowish one above) is no longer being produced and the remaining colours don't fit my fabric.

I bought enough fabric for two suits out of the blue and one out of the red and wanted to use the blue fabric for my exam but given the soutache braid issues, I am considering going with red fabric and blue soutache (if I have enough meters, I need to measure). I think that combination is lovely.

I am also considering going with a different skirt pattern. I like it by itself but not as an ensemble. It's too flowy due to the bias cut and doesn't go well with the firmer lines of the blazer, I think. But given the poofy sleeves, I think the skirt has to be flared or be much shorter, a mini skirt, and close fitting. And as it is, the jacket covers the top of the design on the yoke. But that's why it's the first sample of two I am going to sew before the final exam. Also, let me take the opportunity to show off the rather neat buttonholes I stitched today.

Also, while I am already rambling about my sewing: I love sewing by hand and I especially love slip stitching (and I am really good at it). I'd happily be the person always doing the slip stitching for everyone. We have the option of inserting the entire jacket lining by hand or just do the sleeve and jacket hems by hand and attach the lining to the facing by machine. I hope I can make it work time wise and do it by hand.

And tagging @whirling-ghost because you are always on the receiving end of my sewing related rambles (and plenty of the other ones too and have been for years). You're the best! <3

[feuqueerfire]

The Categories of Final Hallucinations

I noticed 2 types of visions that the characters had in the last episode, specifically in regards to Non

Non was front and center and the visions are about him

Phee: He kept continually seeing Non die in different ways, including some which were new and unseen ways. He's grieving Non's death and also feels guilty for what he's said (the "Get lost and die"). Phee was also the only person who understood that these were visions and Non wasn't real. Even in the 2 years later part (which may or may not be real - tbh I'm thinking of it as a continuation of the hallucinations in the courtyard), Phee sees Non walking into the water.

Tee: Non asks Tee to kill him with a knife on the rooftop because he’s so trapped while working for Tee’s uncle. Tee has been feeling guilty about his actions bringing Non into this world and ultimately being unable to get him out of the mess, so this manifests as a horrific way to help Non, though of course he ends up stabbing White in reality :’(

Tan: Non thanks him, then hangs himself, then thanks him again. Tan just wanted to be a good brother and in these hallucinations, after he has avenged Non, he finally is. His last vision is Non thanking him and walking into the light.

Non may or may not be there but it's mostly about their own situations/consequences/fears rather than Non

Fluke: Non is hardly there except at the end, Fluke's mostly being chased by a cop because he's deathly afraid of ruining his reputation and not getting to become a doctor. Aside: I loved that Fluke gouged his own eyes out, the eyes with which he was constantly witnessing the misbehavior against Non (Top breaking the camera, Jin taking the video) but keeping silent about

Top: He was just being chased by Non through the woods, very little depth because we hardly knew anything about him

White: he never knew Non and so his visions are about his relationship with Tee instead

Jin: I don't think Non even appeared in this but I'd have to double check. It was mostly about what if what Jin did to Non happened to Jin himself with him seeing people taking videos of him in compromising situations, including with Keng

For me, Tee's was the most shocking and horrifying because I was expecting death for Tee (especially after episode 11) but there was the vibe that maybe White is the final girl who will survive. Instead, my mouth fell open as soon as I realized what they were hinting at and I lost my mind as the sequence went on. One of the most unpredictable aspects of this whole show for me and it really is tearing me up, esp after ep 11.

Tan's and Phee's are the most tragic. I didn't cry at all during this show but for a second there, during Tan's visions, I became misty-eyed. (also I've been typing Tan as Non and having to correct... I think NewTan would like that tbh)

I think Jin's was the most disappointing to me because although he knows his actions to release that video were wrong and likely feels guilty, I was hoping Non would at least make an appearance? When Jin apologized to Non the day Non disappeared, Non didn't know what he was apologizing for and said Jin didn't have to apologize. I wanted Jin to apologize to Non while admitting to his wrongdoings, even if it's in hallucinations. Instead, it's Jin being paranoid about what he did to Non being done to him.

[Edited because the Tee/White scene did a whole number on me so I got a bit confused about their visions when I first posted this right after watching the ep]

[two-person-job]

heyheyhey. do you guys wanna know a secret :}

[apocalypticdemon]

finally did my goddamn dishes. and that wasn't all i managed to do today. fuck yeah.

had a meeting for thesis prep. bmv trip. rough plan for friday's discussion lecture. cooked dinner for the first time in like 3 weeks. read ~50 pages of academic text for 2 classes and a paper revision.

feels like i didn't do enough but. considering that yesterday i managed... going to classes and nothing else! and monday i was only capable of doing the required meetings i had, this is a pretty good day!

[tenrose]

I gave up, the website is too shitty, literally nothing functions. Idk if the payment really failed or if those suckers are just not able to properly write 'it's sold out'

Now that I'm slightly annoyed...

I'm gonna rant.

First of all theaters can go fuck themselves if they are not able to provide proper services. The cinema I'm talking about in particular is not indie by the way, it's one of the biggest chains here (fuck you UGC) so the bare minimum they could do is provide with actual functional website so people can actually use it and make reservations. Don't even get me started on the price. 11,60�� for me to fucking go out and see people???? And we know seats aren't as good as they used to be in the past. Don't know about the snack prices, I bet it costs two kidneys.

That being said...

FUCK STREAMING PLATFORMS TOO OR EVEN ESPECIALLY

obviously I ain't paying for any. I won't pay for 10 different platforms, and especially not Amazon they can literally rot in hell. Don't even get me started on netflix. I used to pay sometimes back then. Honestly they had something. They used to do an actual effort and trying to show different stuff. They let creative direction to their writers. We wouldn't never have sense8 with today mentality tbh. Everything is just a reboot, a book adaptation emptied from its substance, a reboot, and book adaptation a reboot, a book a- you see the thing. I mean I shouldn't be bitching as pretty much never watch anything new for years so what do I know? I mean I would like to, but every time I watch a trailer, I'm tired just by watching it. Latest exemple I'm thinking about is the three body problem... Like having read the book just watching the trailer you could see the Americanism all over it... For a chinese book. And it's the problem with everything. I mean American TV shows have always be like this, maybe being younger I wasn't aware back then idk. But it feels so empty, so soulless? They can give me all the diversity they want, that doesn't change that it's still empty. And for TV shows (actually I'm talking more specifically about TV shows cause I'm not a big cinephile so I don't have the legitimacy to criticise) I know it's because of that stupid ass 8 episodes format. I've already talked about it. But it's literally draining the whole industry imo. Also writers clearly having little creative freedom since they have to make stuff that sells. But yeah, TV shows lasted physically and in memories because we were watching them slowly instead of this boulimie stuff we have now. Everything is like consume, forget, consume forget and pay shit ton of money.

And I'm thinking I am actually not built for this shit. I felt so burn out not being able to enjoy anything. So now I don't even try. I don't try new shows cause it's not worth it even when there's an actual good one. Because it's gonna be cancelled anyway. Who wants to emotionally invest in shows that get cancelled (I did so many time).

But when I do.

Be sure I will pirate the shit out of it. None of these industries deserve our money.

To finish on a positive note, if there's one thing I'm really happy for in the end. It's books. Sure the book industry is oversaturated too and there's ton of shit to criticise too (but I won't here). But it's so vast there are books everywhere for everyone, and even if tomorrow not a single book would be published (which I don't believe in), there are enough books for my entire life anyway. But yes books, even if formatted too (looking at us french snobs with our novel format), are like the only place writers can still let go of their creativity. Plus you can have cheap books (I'm starting to get there) and obviously free books thanks to libraries, and also you can pirate books too. Yes I pirate books too but tbh it doesn't even compensate how much I spend buying books so I'm not feeling guilty and I either pirate popular books or old books (if they are really old it's free anyway). But yes if you go out unlike me go buy books if you have money, to your local bookstore, or if you can't library is your way.

Reading is my anchor ⚓

[americanrecord]

i think i might end up needing like one more beta reader ... if anybody is interested ...message meeee or reply to this or secret third option idk

[shaunamilfman]

heads up that I'm working on a nat fic rn so it's gonna like two weeks till one of these get posted, okay?

I can't make a decision on what to start after (I'm writing both don't worry) so I'm gonna make it a democracy

Illicit Affairs: You weren't sure how Jackie Taylor and Shauna Shipman had both decided to cheat on each other with you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Though, the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

"It was not 'all good': Apparently you're more of a lightweight than you thought. You wake up the next morning with no memory of the night before, but by extra body in your bed you knew it must have been fucking awesome. 

"Hey," You hear a voice say softly. You roll over to see who you went home with when you're paralyzed by shock. That's Jackie Taylor. You're in Jackie Taylor's house in Jackie Taylor's bed with the unmistakable sound of Shauna Shipman's voice coming from Jackie Taylor's kitchen. 

Fuck. You think deliriously. "

Cowboy Like Me: You've seen a lot of things in the six months you've worked at Tj Maxx. A lot. What you've never seen is the so-called 'Tj bandit' that your boss insists has walked off with hundreds of dollars of merchandise. Personally, you don't get paid enough to care if some mysterious figure robs Tj Maxx blind. You are, however, more than willing to pass off the blame for the items that you have stolen.

"You watch in awe as the Lottie Matthews, sole heir of the richest family in Wiskayok, untucks her shirt from her skirt to pull out an eight dollar blouse that she's clearly stolen.  You drop your car keys in shock, unable to believe what you've just witnessed. She glances over with a guilty expression, eyes going wide when they land on your Tj Maxx lanyard. You bend down to grab your keys and awkwardly wave your fingers in her direction which she takes as a sign to walk toward you. You practically dive in your car and nearly jump the curb in your haste to get the hell out of there.  What. The. Fuck. You think. "

[lovvelorrn]

twitter swifties are the most vile, horrible and despicable people i've ever met

[tbhk-outofcontextdaily]

Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a wonderful 2024

[r3dblccd]

What I truly love about Welcome Home is the attention to detail.

[irritablepoe]

vent post... again about my friends

was just informed by a friend that my so called "best friend" is going away for a year... great to always be the last that's informed of such things... what should i say to that? "hey, when were you going to tell me that you'll be away for a year???" i hate everything. it's their bday in 7 days and i have no present and at this point i'm questioning if i even want to spend my money on them. i mean not that it makes a difference that they're gone for a year, i barely see them anyways.... that's probably their thought process as well... it doesn't matter that i don't know bc i'm not around in their everyday life.

[iturbide]

I reread Across Enemy Lines and it's been a delight!

I hope you're doing well and that your burnout ends soon :D

I'm really glad you enjoyed it! ❤

I'm doing alright, though! A lot of creative energy to burn, and unfortunately the writing burnout shows no signs of abating, so I'm throwing it all into more tactile pursuits. At some point I'll have something to show off, I'm sure, but for now I'm just overflowing with craft ideas and itching to try them all out!

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

See, I know things like waking up at a reasonable time, making and eating healthy meals, and exercising will all help my mental health. But uh, my mental health needs to improve before I can do that. Y'know?

[helielune]

[this-love-is-delicate]

Crying while reading the romance novel at 4am