#anyway love lush

[paradiserotting]

lush is such a good album

[aeide-thea]

N.C. Wyeth, Crows in Winter, 1941 Composition drawing / final painting

[lovesickgoose]

The girls are frolicking

[manderleyfire]

The Prince of Darkness took me in his arms. And I almost gave myself the works. But I haven't let it go to my head. <...> Hey, what happened back there? Someone declared war.

Inside Daisy Clover (1965), directed by Robert Mulligan

[yeowangies]

Americans trying to pronounce dulce de leche is making me lose life points

[the-official-account]

I hate working but I actually really do love working with kids. Like how dare you interrupt my (barely kept) internal stream of complaints to very politely say "I've never been here before and I'm kind of scared can you help me?" Like of-fucking-course I'll help you!!!! and I'll heal a discombobulated little part of myself too while I'm at it or whatever. Damn

[phagodyke]

feeling better now I spent like 2 hours browsing fragrantica and found samples of a few intriguing ones on lucky scent + it's my payday tomorrow so I'm going to treat myself to that :3

[saxifactumterritum]

[image description: a slightly blurry photo of a sketchy drawing of Bertie Wooster asleep against Reginald Jeeves. They're sat, Jeeves upright and in shirt with loose bowtie hung around his neck, Bertie sprawled and leaning, holding Jeeves's arm, face smushed on Jeeves's shoulder. It's coloured pencils and some pen lines, mostly grey and black with some colours - blue on Bertie's waistcoat, blue and purple where his sock might be, his hair reddish brown, and Jeeves is holding a teacup that's got a blue and a pink and a white stripe. End ID]

[hotfuss]

ugh i still haven’t decided how to spend my thursday morning in paris 😩

[songtwo]

was reading my latest piece and i rly liked this one line i wrote in under two minutes: margaritas podridas delivers a sinister shoegaze characterized by atmospheric guitars bewitched by melancholy that evoke an abandoned cemetery or an enchanted forest, with lyrics that describe fear of dying, gender equality and magic rituals.

[jay-catsby]

need a fucking job NOW so that i can afford rabanne's phantom

[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , various ! pt two

synopsis: his voice lines about you as his beloved partner

including: boothill, aventurine

side comments: my first voice line fic was well received and for that I thank you all <3 so of course this is for all my boothill and aventurine lovers out there! (including myself for boothill...)

extra: gn reader, angsty and fluffy moments, I genuinely loved writing boothill's, minor spoilers for both favourites: boothill word count: roughly 1000+

care to see the first part? includes dr. ratio, jing yuan, & blade!

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋

WHO ARE THEY? I "Out here askin' question huh? Well if you're that curious... then you better listen close."

FIRST MEETINGS? "Met them on a bullet train in a neighbouring star system. Turns out we were chasing after the same fudge-heads. You could've seen them- a sly creature that's who they were, whipping out the most slick sniper I've ever seen. I'd reckon that was one of the most thrilling fights I've ever had: came out with dents all over my arms and a broken gun. Their bullets nearly punched a hole through my cheek... hah!"

GREETINGS? "They may be a load of dormant gunpowder, but they sure are sweet! Full of laughter and courtesy. But I'll let you in on a little secret... ( Name ) likes to walk in, pretty as always- and plant kisses all over my cheek before they even say a word."

PARTINGS? "Being a Galaxy Ranger means never staying in one place. ( Name ) is no Galaxy Ranger... I'd reckon it's better that way."

ABOUT US: SHOES IN THE HOUSE "I can't exactly 'take off my shoes' now can I? But ( Name ) likes to keep the house tidy and I best not anger them... like that one time- anyways, we came up with this whole fudging system just to keep the bottom of my damn boots clean! It's fudging ridiculous! *Chuckles* I can't help it, but ( Name ) is understanding. Even if I trudged through all the grime in the universe- they'd still wipe it all off."

ABOUT US: FAMILY "You see, ( Name ) has this big family. Siblings, cousins, extended cousins, aunts and uncles, you name it. We were on their home planet once, and I finally understood where ( Name's ) knack for puttin' a real good home together came from. Their family lives in the countryside where all you can see are open fields, lush hillsides, free-roaming animals and wildflowers. Consider it a quiet paradise. They even grow their own food for fudging sake! Everythin' made by hand and land. Darlin' nearly coaxed me into joining them for dinner once, but I knew better. Best not spoil the family get-together."

CHAT: HATS N' POSES "Personally, I like my hat and flare the way it damn is. How would fightin' be without it? But of course, your partner has to be a cheeky tease about it."

CHAT: WARMTH " I've seen it in the movies- those fudging 'romcoms'- and read it in books. When it gets cold... I'm no help. Can't do much except reach for a blanket and wrap them up. But even then, metal and skin don't fudging work."

PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Count me in on a dance sugar plum! Have to admit, darlin' has a fair share of good dance moves. Nothin' like a hard-earned victory being celebrated with a cool glass of whisky and a smooth dance."

ARGUMENTS: "Bitter things that's all they are. Leaves you knocked out cold. Reminds you of all the things you can't take back."

SOMETHING TO SHARE: "Following the hunt ain't an easy task. But someone has to punish the wretched. That's the thing about the hunt- you get cold, hard. Sugar follows another path that doesn't make any fudging sense to me. But that doesn't matter. None of that ever mattered, not to them, not to me or even the hunt. Call it selfish, but I'd like to one day settle down... Just like their family. Out where no one could find us."

WHO ARE THEY? II "They call me their 'sweet lover'. But really it should be me saying that. If anything I am the sweat of their brow- a nuisance at times. But they still love me. They still fudging love me."

EXTRA: IPC ENTRY "Normally, Galaxy Rangers travel alone. However, we have seen the wanted Galaxy ranger- Boothill- be accompanied by someone who appears to be a vagabond follower of Xipe. Despite the information we possess, the relationship between Boothill and his supposed 'partner' is very limited."

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

WHO ARE THEY? I "Fancy meeting you here- oh? A rumor you say? Rumours do have peculiar ways of reaching the ears..."

FIRST MEETINGS? "All business ventures possess their gains and losses. However, I did not expect my pockets- alongside others- to be picked on a night meant to celebrate the Strategic Investment Department. The person who did it played their cards exceptionally well. I applauded them and the subtlety of their skills."

GREETINGS? "Despite their rather cunning nature, ( Name ) is quite kind... shockingly so. I thought their smile was a chip they played for their own meticulous advantage. *Chuckles* I was wrong, there was simply nothing to understand behind that smile."

PARTINGS? "One transaction after another, the universe keeps spinning. Don't keep up, you fall behind. Simple. I don't have to worry about that around them, or at least, for a while, until another wager must be made. Until the peck on the cheek is over."

ABOUT US: LOCKET "( Name ) has a keen eye for trinkets and bought- well stole- a locket for the two of us to share. I keep it with me, a lucky charm if you may."

ABOUT US: NAPPING "Personally, I don't nap. But, ( Name ) is a terrible influence and says I should. I must admit, waking up to them in the afternoon is not a bad way to spend my time."

CHAT: THEVERY "( Name ) is a thief... a good one at that. Oh don't worry, they struck a deal with the IPC. Primarily on their terms because they have been such a nuisance to the IPC. It's rather amusing seeing the IPC chase their own tail. We've definitely shared laughs over it."

CHAT: CONFESSIONS "Who could possibly love something so broken? It's like keeping a clock that won't tick or a deck of cards missing a queen. Sometimes, I wish they didn't care so much. It would be... easier."

PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Of course, a good game of cards is a fun way to pass the time. *Chuckles* Though, ( Name ) is a terrible player. Not that I mind, I'll guess I'll play the role of 'loser' this time around- best you not tell them."

ARGUMENTS: "What else is there to say? Nothing. That part is the worst."

SOMETHING TO SHARE: HEART OF GOLD "( Name ) steals to give to the poor. It's their motto... I saw them once with a group of kids on a planet in a distant star system. They were giving back to the orphanage- the smiles on the children's faces when given toys, marbles to be exact, were so bright."

WHO ARE THEY? II "In all honesty, I'm not quite sure. However, what I do know is that luck finally worked in my favour... I'll hold onto that for as long as I can."

EXTRA: DR RATIO'S OPINION "The gambler- without hesitation- will bet 'all in' even if it means his own life hangs in the balance. However, amongst the chaos of his bets, there is one person who will drag him back to reality... ( Name ). Aventurine will never gamble nor forfeit the one person who truly understands him. Even I don't fully understand the gambler's crafty nature. I suppose a thief is the only one who can and more importantly, will."

masterlist.

[victory-cookies]

oh also I came across a taz fan in the wild today! I was at lush and the person ringing me through had a bureau of balance tattoo (and also a dice set tattoo which I loved and also confirmed for me that it was indeed a taz tattoo)!!

[rebornofstars]

Hi @aquaticflames! Your artwork is so detailed and vibrant and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay! 

“—All I’m saying is that the fern’s too far away.” “I could’ve reached it!” Malon hissed. “It wasn’t that far!” “Are you trying to get eaten by a crow?” Time asked. Malon huffed. Behind them, Twilight hefted the pack on his back and twitched both ears. He tipped his head to one side, then the other, then met Time’s blue eyes with a startled expression. “I’m fast,” Malon was complaining. “The crow was all the way on the other side of the yard, anyw—” Time shushed her, hand outstretched. They all fell silent and sank further into the dewy grass, thick and tall and easily cloaking their bright colours—Malon’s fiery hair, the pink fairy in the jar on Time’s back—in greenery.  “What is it?” Time asked Twilight. Twilight nodded at the gap in the lawn. Slowly, they all crept closer, to where a discarded stick was lying in the dirt, scabbed over with lichen and weeds. The fairy tinkled from the jar. Time murmured, “ssh, ssh, ssh…” Something rustled the towering stems of the bushes ahead of them. Movement. Something giant, abyssal as night, huge, crushing sprouts and ants under its paws and moving feather-quiet across the ground. The smell of dead birds. “Raccoon,” Malon breathed. Time tucked the lantern pole behind a leaf. The sky had paled somewhat in the hours since dawn, but the little light would surely draw the creature’s attention regardless, all warm and golden and swinging enticingly from a twig like a firefly. He kept his hand on Malon’s warm shoulder.  They all pressed themselves further into the dirt behind the stick until, like the swift inevitable cascade of human buildings faced by earthquake, the long grass parted, and the raccoon emerged. “It’s gonna see us,” Malon hissed. “We should’ve stayed in the grass.” “Ssh,” Twilight said. “Too late now…” The raccoon seemed to block most of the sky in its enormity, its huge padded predator’s bulk. It was close enough to touch. The passage of minutes seemed to slow. It met their eyes for a moment. In the reflection off the fairy-light spilling around the edges of the jar on Time’s back, the raccoon’s pupils were iridescent. As bright and multifaceted as a prism. Eternity passed. Then the raccoon twitched its nose. The silence was broken by a distant birdcall. It passed them by.

Fan Joy July Masterpost

zelda-au, arrietty re-draw series! ( 1 | 2 | 3 | ? )

( character design by @linkeduniverse )

[the-official-account]

Been having idle playlist thoughts about three of hearts for the past few days and "real men by mitski for spar" and it hit me like a TRAIN (very light spoilers)

Like on one hand applying the song to a masc dude with masc dude problems seems surface level, and it kind of is! But set in a queernormative world (and observed from a no queernormative one) the song asks the question of what forces besides masculinity gave Spar his outlook and the contrast between "little boys" coming from someone who burnt bridges with folks he loved young and lost his parents younger.

And then the turn of the song! The moment that contrasts independence and self assurance with desire and a need for validation that in the original idea plays on those who don't hold themselves to masculine standards (in what I feel is a derogatory manner though obviously the subject is complex) but in this one is moreso about wanting the love and support of people who let themselves be vulnerable, wanting the "please tell me I'm going a good job being strong so you can be weak because sometimes it doesn't feel worth it" and yk the resident bitterness of giving and giving and giving and giving and receiving very little in return (even if that was self inflicted!)

And the AGGRESSION of the ending, my god the BRACING of it, the challenge. The "I know this'll hurt but I need it" and the way it can be seen as both a step forward and a continuation of the status quo? UGH.

I'm gonna tag @citrusandsalt directly and ofc no need to respond I just wanted you to know he is making enough laps in my head to wear grooves into the tarmac

[queenoftheimps]

Armand: Yeah listen I did hook up with Lestat before Louis but its nbd Armand: We just had hot erotic public sex in a theater Armand: In a lush private box Armand: While we said we loved each other and his boyfriend watched while dramatically weeping and playing the violin Armand: anyway this all definitely happened exactly as I said it did so don't worry about it Daniel: I was asking you about search engines