#big trip plans

[thatswhatsushesaid]

ok i’m home! and!

someone surprised me with gluten-free high tea at a fancy hotel for our anniversary this weekend 🥹 i have been very spoiled.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Something about how Trip gave Marcia the big, not realizing how desperately she craved the little things

[theghostofashton]

wip wednesday

thank you @whatsintheboxmh @paperstorm @strandnreyes @carlossreaders

@heartstringsduet @henrygrass @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses for the tags <3

been a super busy week without much time to write so here's just a little bit from the grief group au

He's different. He knows that much. He keeps having nightmares. His body feels like it's in another universe, going through the motions while he just exists on the outside. Like living life in slow motion. Write about it, he remembers, for some reason. The girl wearing a baggy t-shirt and looking over at Pink Hoodie with a sheepish smile as she suggested it, the dumb therapy thing she'd seen firsthand actually work. Pink Hoodie – TK Strand – is a paramedic at the local fire station, the 126, but originally from New York. His bio on the library's website also told Carlos that he loves animals, baseball, and helping people. Fitting, Carlos had thought, rushing to close the tab and pull the checkout screen back up, as an elderly man had approached the counter with a stack of books and his library card. There was a picture, too. When he'd finished checking out the small line of people that had formed, he pulled the page back up again, events the library offers and the people who run them. In his, TK smiled widely at the camera with his head tilted to one side, hair lightly tousled, the kind of friendly face Carlos imagines when he thinks of support group leaders. He doubts that's necessarily a qualification – looking the part – but it can't be a bad thing that TK looks comforting to talk to. Like everything said in the privacy of that support group would be safe with him.

open tag!

[ratbastarddotfuck]

it's just darkly funny that I fell in love with not one but two Americans and was genuinely considering immigrating to be with them. and then, yk, shit's exploding. not that things weren't already bad, but as a disabled trans person just I can't immigrate in this political climate. and by darkly funny I mean it breaks my heart more & more every single day having to put our lives & plans on hold while fascists attack the structures that keep my partners alive & safe.

so idk if I'm posting like I'm scared and stressed and sad lately it's probably because I'm scared and stressed and sad for deeply personal reasons on top of just, the whole world being in general crisis all the time. fuck, dude.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Thank you for the tags @monbons! And to @brilla-brilla-estrellita and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags on Wednesday. I’ve given up on ever being able to not describe a week as having been crazy busy, but I will say every time I get a tag I’m startled that it’s Wednesday/Sunday already. This year has gone so fast!

Anyway, I do have a little to share from my COBB with @rimeswithpurple, whose artwork is currently the wallpaper for both my phone and my ipad. I’ll add that the character in next chapter’s banner is just so cute I can’t get over it. Here’s a little Dev POV from Baz’s shop:

“I’m stressed,” I say, pointing to the word calming on the label.

The git actually rolls his eyes at me. “For skin. It’s calming for your skin,” he says, snatching the bottle up. “Like, redness? Irritation?”

“If it calms irritants, maybe you should put some on,” I reply coolly, leaning back in the large window seat at the front of the shop and crossing my arms. “Go on, Neal. Slather your whole self in it.”

Shepard sucks in a breath but Gareth snickers. Good man. I slide my eyes toward where Baz is perusing some book at the register, either accounting for inventory or reviewing a recipe, I can’t be sure.

“My name is Niall,” Niall seethes, his complexion taking on an interesting colour as he looks me up and down. It feels unpleasant, like he’s taking a measurement that’s coming up gravely short. I can’t imagine why, though. I look as good as ever today, in spite of feeling utterly knackered. My hair is shiny and lying perfectly as usual, and I’m wearing skintight leather trousers with a long-sleeved sheer top in a shade of blue that particularly flatters me, unbuttoned down to there. I narrow my eyes at Niall and return the judgement in spades. He looks sickly, and his otherwise lovely thick hair is pulled up into a bun that’s giving grandmotherly vibes. His eyes are a muddy shade of blue that can only mean he’s tried to spell the colour, and I’d bet my left big toe that whatever hue of brown they are in reality would suit him much better.

I also did a little writing (finally!) for The Field Trap, which is a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams. This is Possibelf’s POV :)

Davy doesn’t even look up as they push their way through the line to stand in front of him. “Simon, Basilton,” he says as he checks off their names. “I trust you boys kissed and made up.” If he hears the rest of the class tittering, he gives no indication.

The Pitch boy smirks like the cat who got the cream. “We did indeed, sir,” he replies.

“Good,” Davy says in a tone that implies they should move along and climb aboard the coach, but Simon is clearly building up a head of steam. He’s gone red in the face and although he hasn’t started smoking yet, that’s what’s always next when it comes to Basil. I take a deep breath with the intent to diffuse the situation, but before I can open my mouth, Simon has turned to Basil and taken him by the back of the neck.

I hope everyone has a great week! No-pressure tags to: @palimpsessed, @thewholelemon, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @nausikaaa, @larkral, @cutestkilla, @stardustasincocaine, @letraspal, @valeffelees, @tender-ministrations, @mooncello, @youarenevertooold, @imagineacoolusername, @shrekgogurt, @iamamythologicalcreature, @j-nipper-95, @aristocratic-otter, @facewithoutheart, @beastmonstertitan, @drowninginships, @stitchy-queerista, @bookish-bogwitch, @asocialpessimist, @ic3-que3n, @raenestee, @arthurkko, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @alexalexinii, @fiend-for-culture, @ileadacharmedlife, @supercutedinosaurs, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @shutup-andletme-go, @roomwithanopenfire, @forabeatofadrum, @prettygoododds @orange-peony, @c0nsumemy5oul and anyone else who’d like to share!

[soupforsoup]

I don't debate who would've won when Terry was about to throw hands with Robby at the S4 AVT, because the image of The Terry Silver consistently feeling threatened enough by this three apples tall ball of childhood neglect and anger issues, to treat him the same as his main adult enemies (squaring up, making a point of laughing him off like "look how not threatened I am by you") is too hilarious to be a practical question.

In the story of Terry Silver, his biggest adversaries are a middle-aged New Jersey-Italian twunk, a barely functioning alcoholic, his own repressed homosexuality, a man who would rather go on a revenge quest on another continent for his old twink fling than confess his feelings for a woman, and a Literal Teenage Boy

[seaofreverie]

Pls talk to me about your spars tour plans

[whentherewerebicycles]

this might be nuts but I think my sister & I might try to do a trip abroad with the baby next fall

[critter-captures]

Green iguana (Iguana iguana), family Iguanidae (iguanas and chuckwallas)

Often simply called the iguana.

Though commonly kept as a pet, they are very demanding in care, including in space required.

Ouwehands Dierenpark, taken June 2024 (first 2) and Dierenpark De Oliemeulen, taken September 2024 (bottom 2)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[brown-little-robin]

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[samstree]

it’s my birthday! 🥳🥳🥳

[elizabeth-mitchells]

writing one more list of things to do is going to fix me, i'm so sure. surely the things will get done just by me writing them down

[icterid-rubus]

Man those kisses did something to me. Witchcraft.

[sugarmilk]

me when something very exciting might happen in my life and i want to talk about it so bad but lil wayne said real g's move in silence like lasagna so i gotta stay quiet

[cfcreative]

I wish we could talk to our pets if only so I could explain to our cat that I am going to be away for 10 days but then I will be back. If he just knew so he didn’t stress out I would be so much less stressed myself.