#and it’s not even like bad it’s just that I get a little heart racey and hot but that could be bc the edible I had was that I put my weed

[milo-is-rambling]

I have zero patience and keep accidentally getting too high bc I just did this in rapid succession with no time in between for anything to kick in and now I’m high as fuck : I drank an edible (liquid hits me faster than normal edibles) -> took two dabs -> smoked a bowl

[treluvd]

❤️🎁💕🦈🚦💡🎯🎨

Hiiii!!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY AND I THINK YOU ARE SUPER DUPER AWESOME!!!!!! 💞

HIII I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY! YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME!!

Here's the answers your emojis! (thank you sm for asking!)

❤️ (What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?) - this one is realllllly hard for me! I really like this piece from You Idiot Kid- "Raph barely cried, and he never sobbed, but, god was he close now. “Leo! Please just tell me you won’t tell him! He- He’d hate me! I don’t want him to know! Please. Promise me Leo. Please. For me.”" But I also love this from Leaving Old Memories (MAJOR SPOILERS) - "He had pressed the cannon button. He had Shredder's head in the cannon. He knew it would jam and kill not only The Shredder, but himself, too. He wasn’t afraid. His brothers were safe. He wasn’t afraid, he really wasn’t, but there was a squeezing in his chest. Even in his last moments, all he could think about were his brothers. But they were safe. He had made sure of that. He closed his eyes. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise, Leo." both of these break my heart oml.

🎁 (Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?) - I'm so glad you asked this becuase I actually have two wip's that I'm really happy about right now. One of them is an angtsy Racey fic, and the other is a pretty wholesome comfortish fic. Heres one of first paragraphs from my Racey fic - "The amount of times he looked through he and Casey’s text messages in the last 24 hours was alarming. The amount of times he had looked through their pictures together was even more so. He knew he was being dramatic, he could still be friends with Casey, he knew that, but he still felt like he had lost one of the most important people in his life. He knew Casey didn’t like him like he did, but still, the confirmation hurt." And heres a piece from my more fluffy one from Donnies perspective - "Depending on how severe the nightmare was, he sometimes would make a nest of blankets on the ground next to Raph’s bed. Though he didn’t like to admit it, he found it really comforting to sleep in Raph’s room, away from all his beeping and buzzing machines that he lived with. Eventually, he would come to Raph’s bedroom not only when he had nightmares, but also when he was frustrated with whatever he was working on late into the night. He found it helpful to rant for a short time, then curl up and sleep in the soft warm light coming from Raph’s night light."

💕(What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?) - Probably Fade Me Away! I like, can't stop thinking about it. Not that anyone reading this is probably interested, but my favorite of my It fics is probably Seeing You Makes it Better. I just think theres something so romantic about it that I haven't been able to bring into my TMNT fics at all.

🦈(Which character is the toughest to write?) - Definitly Mikey 100%. Don't get me wrong, I love him so much, but I just feel like it's really hard for me to relate to him. He really reminds me of my little sister, though, so I just try to think of her when I write him!

🚦(What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?) - My favorite to read and write are defenitly really sad angst fics, but with hopeful endings. Especially in my It days, I would often have the last sentences be that way. Examples, "Even if things weren’t exactly okay right now, Bill was certain they would be, as long as he had Stan on his side." Or, "Bill felt the weight of the night lift off his chest. He was safe with Stan, and he always would be. Stan was enough of a home Bill would ever need." I like the fic to really hurt, but I don't like to leave people walking away feeling compleatly unhappy lol.

💡(How many WIPs do you currently have?) - 6! 4 TMNT ones and 2 It ones, but the It ones are realistically pretty abandoned.

🎯 (Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?) - Not really! Though I'm almost at 50,000 words on ao3, so that'll be fun to hit!

🎨(If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?) Omg anything really. Thats like a dream of mine. I guess if I had to choose, Raph with his mechanical arm from Fade Me Away would be really awesome!

[angeliahuffman]

Something a little more racey but not really I’m just trying to piss my boyfriend off. Haha no really though.

You ever get to the point that you’ve just had enough of it? I mean how many signs need to be sent before you finally take the hint that something isn’t right for you? Idk but look… I know that you are better than being treated like less over someone else. Let them go. And if they come back laugh in their fucking face. Please. For me.

I’m about to head to the hospital. My mom has water around her heart and could have a heart attack at any given time. I haven’t gotten to update much on old mumzy. She went from bad to worse and I’m thinking that what I’m looking at is her in her last days. I don’t want her to suffer the way she is though. She’s in so much pain. She’s the only living member I have left that actually gave a damn. That’s truly heartbreaking to think about for me because once she’s gone where am I going to go if this asshole drops me on my head like everyone else?

I don’t even know.

Scary.

[svnflowervol666]

Blurb , Harry catches reader taking naughty selfies to send him when he’s away

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: No one asked, but this is what I imagined the lingerie looking like! Take care and TPWK.

Shopping with Harry always felt like an honor to Y/N. Not only was he an extra pair of eyes on the lookout for garments and stylings that suited her, but he trusted her just the same to do so for him. It was rare when they did this, spent the entire day out at nearly every store they could think of, and end up with more bags than they could carry with their hands. Those days always end up with a splitting headache by late afternoon and the itching need to eat takeaway in their underwear under the thick, woven blanket in their living room while they watched a movie.

And that’s just what they had done today. They’d decided on two tablets of acetaminophen, curry from their favorite Indian place just a few blocks from their downtown apartment, and the season finale of 90 Day Fiance since they’d make it home in time. Harry pretended to put up a fight and argue for the newest episode of The Great British Baking Show, but secretly he found the drama between foreign couples to be quite addictive and was eager to see their fate.

Y/N had promised him she’d be right down after she finished putting away the last of their shopping bags, bestowing Harry with the duty of plating their dinner and getting the television set up. But what Y/N had neglected to tell him was that while he was thumbing through the racks at the store that sold his favorite vintage t-shirts, she made a quick stop in one of her favorite stores as well, and was eager to see the garment looked as good on her as it did on the mannequin.

The lingerie set left hardly anything to the imagination, but that was just how Harry liked it. Y/N felt as confident as ever as she gazed at her appearance in the full-length mirror in their closet. As she twisted and twirled her body to get a good look at the bra and panty set in its entirety, she couldn’t help but think about how Harry would have her do the same exact thing when she decided to surprise him with it. He’d hold her hand above her head by his index finger and make her spin around him, and he’d wolf-whistle the entire time she showed him “the goods.” Sure, he was corny and stupid and had a horrible sense of humor, but that didn’t keep her from loving him and didn’t mean that Harry didn’t know what he was doing in the bedroom.

While she had plans for exactly when she’d be showing the set off to Harry, it did give her the idea to get ahead on a little something else. Harry was out of town constantly, sometimes for several weeks, and their intimate time is left to be taken care of over the phone. They’ve gotten quite adventurous in how they take care of each other when they’re not physically able to touch each other, but a good ol’ photo was always timeless and tasteful.

She figured she had time to snap a pic or two before Harry came looking for her, so she reached for the old polaroid camera that they kept on their jewelry stand and snapped a few photos of herself to stow away in Harry’s suitcase when he wasn’t looking. She posed seductively for them all, an inviting pout on her lips when they were visible, a gentle hand at her waist or cupping her breast when needed. It was almost as if she could hear Harry telling her all of the naughty things that he wanted to do to her as each over-exposed photograph fell to the floor at her feet, how he wanted to bend her over the bed and - 

"Taking those f' yeh boyfriend, are ya?" Harry’s voice intruded the daydream she’d been lost in.

He was propped up against the door frame of the closet, twisting the thin silver band on his ring finger that he'd worn for nearly four years now.

“Came up here t’ tell yeh that the curry was gettin’ cold, but I see you’ve got other pressing matters t’ attend to.”

She felt embarrassment all over her body, quickly reaching for the scattered polaroid images on the floor and for shirt she had just taken off to cover herself up.

“Don’t,” Harry instructed with a shake of his head.

“Lemme see.”

Just as she knew he would, he grabs her arm, lifting it above her head and twirling her around like a ballerina in a music box. He eyed her up and down, making note of the ways the lingerie clung to her curves perfectly, and of the little details within the set fit her (his) taste to a tee. 

“‘S pretty,” Harry mumbled, more to himself than to Y/N.

His eyes were growing darker, pants growing tighter at the notion of how much he enjoyed looking at his wife right now, and at the thought of what he’d like to do to her.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” she pouted, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“A little going away present and then I was going to pack some of the pictures in your luggage before you left.”

To that, Harry chuckled and regretfully informed her, “If it makes yeh feel any better, I peeked in the bag when yeh went in t’ pick up our food. I’d recognize that bag anywhere, Y/N. You’re smart but yeh not as sneaky as yeh think.” 

Harry tucked a stray bit of hair behind Y/N’s ear so he could kiss her forehead just about her brow, letting his hand drift down from her cheek to her neck and then to her collarbones where the straps of the lingerie sat prettily. It was clear when his index finger fumbled with the material decorating her breast that it wasn’t in his plans to leave the bedroom (or even the closet for that matter) without making her cum at least three times, but it wasn’t as if the dull throbbing between her legs that amplified with every second that Harry’s skin met hers would argue otherwise.

“‘S very nice of you t’ think about me when yeh were taking those pretty pictures of yourself.”

His demeanor had changed completely. He was no longer the light-hearted, easy-going Harry that he was before he’d caught her red-handed taking racey photos of herself to give to him. He suddenly became more rigid and stern - ready to tell his wife all of the filthy things he wanted to do to her, and also to see them through. Y/N liked the first Harry a whole lot, but found herself weak in the knees for the Harry that was in front of her right now.

“Thought dinner was getting cold,” Y/N wasn’t sure why, but she felt as if she needed to whisper. 

“‘M not that hungry f’ curry anymore,” Harry matched her tone, eyes fixated on the curve of her ass that he could see thanks to the floor-length mirror in front of him.

“Hungry for something else, though?” Her voice quickly laced itself with charm, falling into the coy role she knew so well.

“Definitely hungry f’ somethin’ else,” Harry repeated, each of them knowing good and well that their curry was going to go bad and they were definitely missing that season finale.

[bubbly-sanguine-sunflower]

sometimes im filled with so much wonder for this world, for the people, the beautiful and often heart wrenchingly way we're connected the empathy we can feel. for the sheer amount memories that are stacked ontop of each other, for how many stories and magic moments this world has seen, so much of it buried and forgotten but showing even now through worn objects touched by so many different people, and in the stars every ancestor has looked up at.

wonder for the magic in the little things, the light dancing ontop of water, rain hitting your skin, the smell of cats, bioluminescent fungi, music that makes your heart dip, babies smiling at strangers. everything everything it fills me up and i wish i could hold onto it always i wish i could capture this feeling and store in it a jar in my pocket for a rainy day. i wish i knew how to share it properly, how to infuse it into joys skin into her tummy into her chest into all the empty cold scared pockets so she Never felt bad again. i wish i knew how to take away hurt. i know hurt is necessary and it happens in nature and elephants morn and bury their dead and it has to exist but i dont waNT IT

ive known too many people going through hurt. why do i keep finding people who hurt? is it because i want them to know me to understand my hurt? is it because i want to feel like im useful like i have a purpose, is it because if someone else is hurting im not allowed to hurt. god even this even this i can manage to make it selfish, i know i get sucked into the whole 'is anything truly selfless and when your selfish actions create good in the world is it really bad' but it is bad!!! if i knew someone just wanted to be with me because i stopped them hurting- well i would be grateful because i dont want people to hurt but. hhhHhhHH this was a wholesome post it was goood it was soft and the light content love for the world.

you know i always think of arin when i notice those things because arin talked about it out loud and so i thought i stole it from them but i didnt. ive always loved the world ive always looked close and the yellow/purple/blue stripes on mosquitos noticed the small, wanted to conect wanted to hold to hug to have. joy has the want. joy understands. its different to arins understand. their hurts are different. arins hurt was squashed and flat and tired. joy has those too but i think deeper deeper theyre raw and angry and i dont think she knows what to do with it yet. i think joys really smart and so was arin but i think arin was more ready to exist with it forever. i think joy will fight for a long long time and maybe she'll have to exist with it forever too and have to make peace with it which isnt fair i hate it i want to- hm. i want to keep being here for her. i cant screw up like i did with arin

its weird how easily my brain suggests running. i never really knew about commitment issues til now. i think joy would understand if it ever did get so bad that i tried to leave. i think as long as i explained. hmm but also shes really scared of being left. its gonna be okay. ive already learnt so much. theres so much more to learn. i wont blank i will learn how to be here all the time i Will. god the future stuff freaks me out so bad. money stuff freaks me out so bad. it was so bad with lyn but i dont want to complain more than i do because joy needs it i can recognise it in her voice how she talks. she would never push so much if she didnt have that racey thing in her chest. i want to prove to her she can trust me to be there trust the future to be kind to us. it makes sense to be scared. it makes sense that it makes me so scared to think of too though.

sometimes i think having thoughts is pointless. i might like to be a rock. ive been thinking about Ali a lot recently, i wonder why. im surprised we could talk without me freaking out. she didnt have tone. arin had tone. joy has tone but it changes a lot. i dont think i mind that because it means i can change mine too and it feels right. but i do need to remember to remind myself it doesnt mean she doesnt like me. i think that will get easier i think it will make my relationships with everyone better