#but at least i got to touch grass

[rin-u-pos]

Hello I'm back! (not that anybody cared or noticed 😆) I spent the last week just existing but I made it through that heat wave. I feel like a new person now! Thank you for putting up with my bitching about the weather. Back to regular scheduled programming now.

As a reward, I give you a picture of a real rose. I don't know if you can tell but it's got a purplish tone. It's supposed to be a red rose but I guess the heat did something to it.

[doctorsiren]

I’ve been thinking about Miles as Serizawa quite a bit 😁

[sysig]

For Requestober No.2

What about Handplates Gaster and Papyrus trying hard to have a bonding activity and Sans just chilling behind them eating popcorns...?

👉🏻👈🏻

Day 14 - He's supervising

[blackbirdffxiv]

I come back from my time away to touch grass with a makeup release

"Basics" for Face 1 Fem Highlanders is available for download on XMA/Kofi!

INCLUDES: - PMP file for easy install - Loose textures - Extra preview images

More information + perms & TOS can be found on the download repositories (it's just too much to post here)

DOWNLOAD:

XMA: https://www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/114601 Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/s/2e8c61a416

[metalcorebarbie]

earlier this month i was having one of those days when i just felt. extremely self conscious. i hadn’t really seen anyone in days or had conversations with anyone that weren’t through screens so i felt kind of bad because of that. i went out to get groceries and you know that feeling after not really interacting with anyone for days? when you kind of don’t feel like a real person anymore and it feels like everyone who looks at you can tell that you actually aren’t a real person but some kind of wretched and disgusting gollum like creature that shouldn’t actually be let out in public. and every time someone looked at me it felt like they were STARING at me and i started to wonder if i looked weird like WHY is everyone staring at me. and then when i went back to my car there was this woman in the parking lot, maybe in her 50s, and it felt like she was staring too, you know? and then suddenly, she smiles at me and says ”your dress is so beautiful” and i was like. oh. right. normal human interaction. it feels good. wow. suddenly i was grounded again. and even this one small interaction reminded me that yeah most people ARE actually friendly, or even if they aren’t necessarily friendly they also don’t pay as much attention to you as you fear they are. and even if just your existence manages to annoy someone, whatever. there’s always at least one person who loved your yellow summer dress.

[strebcrarchivess]

some of y'all just need to learn to block people, make a DNI, and move on jfc instead of trying to drag a bunch of randos into RPC beef via anon 😭

[aria0fgold]

I got waaaay too attached to my farmer in Stardew Valley that I can't play a new save without them and I also didn't want to just create the same character (It'll confuse me...) but I really wanna try out the meadowlands farm. So instead, I decided to create a storyline in which my dear farmer dies, reincarnates, and proceeds to dye and style their hair in the same way it was in the past life.

[vroomian]

You do realize sex negative doesn't mean what you think it does, right? It's the opposite of sex positve, as in blieving people should have sexual agency for themselves.

Not efeling sexual attraction doesn't mean you have to view sex as disgusting, you are literally identical to misogynistic gay men who call vaginas disgusting. Congrats.

Omg you’re really trying to drag me into the discourse that’s hilarious

My opinion on sex is You can do whatever you want forever. Also it’s gross and silly and seems to turn your brain off <3 (thanks for the example lol)

I know what sex negative means my guy but for someone’s who’s so sex positive you sure seem invested in policing how I think about it 🧐Maybe the real gay misogyny calls are coming from inside the house????

[swordofruln]

[mun] im such a ship whore im sorry yall

[breaking-everything]

It's always the ugly ones that should have their parents slapped that can't stfu. Nobody invited your ass in there 😂.

[ex-vespidae]

im the absolute worst person to go on holiday with cause people will be like "what do you want to do?" and I will either say nothing or like only 2 very specific things. One will be to get something for someone Two will be something to do with food. everytime.

[sysig]

is this where u take the requests? if not, apologies lol still learning tumblr, I WAS WONDERING IF MY VARGAS RELATED REQUESTOBER REQUEST COULD BE JAKE/NNY? i feel like jake/nny is SO looked past like its actually so cute, they could be doing anything THANK U IF THIS WAS THE WRONG PLACE SORRY MWAH MWAH X

Day 12 - Once you had one hole in your skin, you've had 'em all

[s17s17]

feels a little bit like I broke a toe somehow doing yardwork earlier, not sure what's up with that. I was expecting my arms to hurt more after having to literally fight my hands and make them start working again. at least I also burnt up my last good pair of gloves

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

If I can get my shit together today I might actually be able to post the first chapter of the tangled au before the event ends.

Edit: I did not get my shit together.

[fugidove-calls-andfriends]

I’ve gotten them but there’s more in the tags that i said about this

(there’s some mild swears towards the end.)

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Hey guys, a bit of a more serious tone post here but

i need some of you guys that love this rp and have fun with sending anon asks to know, but i need EVERYONE to know to not send weird asks.

I have gotten a few weird ones that i havent felt comfortable with and im sure the others have too.

you have to understand that all of us have boundaries, some of us are also minors (under 18) and that this is a very weird thing to send people

some people need to learn the concept of a digital footprint.

i havent blocked anyone yet, but i will start to if this behaviour doesnt die down

thank you to everyone that is normal on anon, and thanks for taking the time to read this

- mod venus

[luveline]

Mothers day lil fic with eddie x reader from june baby? 👉🏻👈🏻

mom!reader, 1.5k “Big stretch!”

You hold your arms above your head, stretching as tall as you can go. Your t-shirt rises and exposes the soft stretch of your tummy, stretch marks decorating your skin and lightened in the sun as you lean to your left side.

“Okay, now we count. One, two…”

“Three,” Junie says. “Five, six, seven.”

“You forgot four, babe. Let’s try again, okay?” You stretch to your right side. “One, two, three…”

“Five, six, four–”

You giggle. Junie, who wasn’t doing a very good job at copying your yoga poses to begin with, hears you laughing and drops her short arms to her sides. “Tummy!” she says, jumping forward to push her hand into your stomach.

“I’m telling Eddie you did that. So nasty.” You drop your arms.

“Tummy,” she says again, poking at your belly button.

You catch her hands in yours and level her with a feigned glare. “What are you trying to say about my tummy?”

She beams. It’s lovely to have a little baby that looks like you. Her joy is yours, her smile made up of your lips and teeth. She’s a mirror, and you could never not think she was gorgeous —it makes you gorgeous too.

“Guess we’re done stretching?” you ask.

She lifts her hands to your sides, a gesture to be grabbed. You lean down to collect her and drag her up for a hug, holding her low at the back to encourage face to face time. “What, you’re not talking to me?” you ask warmly.

She touches your neck.

“I know,” you say. You’re pretty sure you get it.

Outside, tires roll across grass and road alike. You listen for the whine of Eddie’s van as it parks, grinning all over again when it comes. He’s not supposed to see you today, it’s Sunday, he has too much stuff to do.

If he’s outside, it means he swapped his shifts again or called out, which means he’s gonna give you one of his speeches about being sickly sweet in love with you. You can pretend you don’t like them as much as you want, but there’s no better feeling than being loved like you’re something special.

You open the door before he can, and he needs it, anyhow. To your confusion, he’s carrying a cellophane wrapped bouquet made up of a hundred different colours and a white box in the other, arms full and naked, no jacket to hide from the early summer sun. Your eyes widen as he gets to the steps. He looks like he made an effort to see you (and it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t always, you love him as he is, but you can’t help asking yourself why).

“What’s going on?” you ask.

Eddie smiles. “What do you mean?”

“What’s the stuff for?” There’s a bag hanging from his elbow.

“This stuff?” he asks, cresting the last step.

“Hi,” Junie says.

“Hi, babe.”

“Hi.” She reaches for the flowers. “Pretty.”

“You think so? I got them for your mommy but I’m sure she’ll share them with you.”

You’re nonplussed as he moves in to kiss your cheek and skirt around you. “Come on. This stuff’s heavy,” he says, the cellophane crunching against his chest as he squeezes past you into your home.

“Eddie, what is that stuff?”

“You don’t know what day it is today?”

You think about it for a second at least. “No?”

It’s not your birthday, not Junie’s. You and Eddie can’t have made it to your first anniversary already, but perhaps six months? You try to do the maths in your head. Eddie puts the white box on your kitchen table, the bag on Junie’s high chair, and the flowers by the sink.

“You really don’t know, do you?” he asks, some sympathy in play.

“Eddie, we did stretches!” Junie says from your arms.

You offer her to him. He wraps her up and makes it look easy, baby on his hip. Quick kiss pressed to her cheek. “Yeah? Mom’s got you doing yoga again?”

You’re drawn to the box like a magnet.

“What is it?” you ask.

“It’s for you, babe,” he says easily, smiling as Junie tucks a curl behind his ear. “It’s all for you. You can open it.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am. Open it up.”

You take the box’s lid off, lips parting in surprise. Happy Mother’s Day has been written in white writing against a baby pink cake. It’s simple, without frills, but it’s sweet and it looks soft to the touch.

“Is it today?” you ask.

“Yeah, babe. I can’t believe you didn’t know.” Eddie shifts Junie forward to stop her from tangling his hair. “That’s a lie, I totally can. Quick, come here.”

You slot into his side, expecting the kiss, but not the second one against the apple of your cheek. “Happy Mother’s Day. I would’ve been here sooner, but I had to make sure my mom knew I was thinking about her first.” He taps your noses together before pulling away. “You’re the best mom ever, so. Me and June got you some presents. No biggie.”

“Junie got me this?”

“Who do you think wrote on the cake?”

Eddie pretends to eat Junie’s hand, to her delight. You feel the cardboard of your box between your fingers, no attempt made to hide the achingly huge smile that’s taking shape. “And the bags for me too?” you ask.

Eddie can hear it in your voice. “The bag’s for you too, of course. You're the mother.” He snarfs against Junie’s wrist. “Um-num-num.”

You drag the bag from Junie’s blue and orange high chair across the table to peek inside. It’s a flat, paper bag from a clothing store, so the contents surprise you for being much more than clothes. Your smile gets worse with each item unveiled from its tissue paper depths: a humble box of fancy chocolates, a bag of your favourite chips, a small black box and a pair of pyjamas wrapped together with a ribbon.

You hesitate with the box, hand atop it, head tilting toward your shoulder. Eddie doesn’t notice your hesitation, or at least he’s pretending not to, pretending to nibble Junie’s sleeve where she’s laughing it up in his arms.

“What’s in the box?”

He looks up quickly. Not pretending. “Oh, that’s– If you don’t like it, I can take it back. It’s nothing crazy.”

“You’re proposing.” The box is shaped for a bracelet or necklace rather than a ring.

He nods severely. “Will you do me the honour?”

You laugh softly and line your thumb to the box’s seam. It opens on a tense hinge, clicking into place.

It’s a bracelet made up of silver beads. There’s a small flat-circle charm between the beads, that, upon closer inspection, harbours two hearts, one bigger than the other.

“It’s nothing fancy, okay? So if it breaks you won’t feel bad. It’s real silver though, you don’t have to take it off much if you don’t want to. I don’t know. I think it’s, like, a reminder of her when you’re not together.” Junie whines, encouraging Eddie to press another peck to her cheek as he hugs her tighter, and takes a step closer to you. “If you don’t like it, it’s really fine.”

You slip the bracelet onto your wrist. It goes without saying you’ve never had much jewellery.

Taking his face into your hands is easy. Holding him tenderly is second nature. “Thank you,” you say, eye to eye, willing it to sink in deeply. “I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you, too. And Junie loves you more than anybody. You deserve to know that.”

“I do,” you say, glad when he puckers up for a kiss. You kiss his pouting lips misaligned to nobody’s worry, adding another for thankfulness, and a third just because. He’s smirking before you’ve so much as pulled away.

“And thank you!” you add saccharinely, stroking Junie’s cheek, though the idea that she had anything to do with your gifts is funny. “I wouldn’t get to be a mommy if it wasn’t for you. I love you.”

“Love you,” Junie says distractedly, more interested by the stud earring in Eddie’s lobe.

He gives you both a soft, soft look, startlingly yards away from his previous smirking. “You’re the best girls in the world.”

“You're the best boyfriend.” You curve an arm around him to steal him and press your face into his arm. “I love you,” you say, smushed. “Thank you so much for everything. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says.

“I really love you.”

“Yeah,” he says, his nose touching your head as he cranes his head down to you. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I love you too. You deserve it, alright?”

Junie pats your head. “Love love love you. Kiss?”

She almost blinds you trying to kiss you in the eye as you turn your face toward her, but it’s nice.