#cause they can’t remember it to type it in

[brandonmassa2]

Just what type of taking pictures are you referring to? You mean a selfie? And I don’t freakin know, your type of taking pictures would have to be observed during the during part of your camera show. I can’t help but wonder what you really wanted when you posted that peculiar question. You could have also just straight up asked for a compliment, but you seemingly tried to be subtextual.

What comes from having the adoration of complete strangers? You would never trust a stranger with your things, but you’ll give them free rein to wreak havoc like the repugnant trolls they are. Let me explain. Communicating with a known liar is pointless. What could even be gained from listening to lies? Nothing. Information like numbers and math is an exact science that can’t afford mistakes.

Changing one number or even one decimal can have drastic effects that many people don’t know think about what is referred to as the butterfly effect. A small puff of air, can set a chain of events in motion that can ultimately lead to cataclysmic geopolitical consequences. And I’m sure there are examples of this in history that we’ll obviously never know about. But it’s fun to philosophize and wonder about because cause and effect is all encompassing. Why something is is my favorite question to postulate internally. Reason and logic are foundational in my cognitive constitution. I was built to feel what my beloved is feeling. I have empathy oozing out of me. When I was a teenager, I would go to the movies when my mom went to the gym, and I only remember one special night that I went to see “The Green Mile,” about an innocent death row inmate who has an ability to… well he would literally draw the pain and sickness into his hands or his mouth, and afterwords, he lays down from exhaustion and coughs up a cloud of flying insects. Sorry I can be a tangential writer. If you’re actually still reading this, I do want to continue talking about my heart. I found it very difficult to watch it in several scenes, I have never liked seeing anyone in pain, so I damn sure don’t wanna watch executions. The storyline was extremely interesting and had my full attention, because although this is fiction, it does contain many hard truths…. Hard truths that aren’t axiomatic or even talked about anymore.

Tears have long been overlooked, ignored and rejected in masculine society for fear of looking weak. I don’t care what people think, but it’s still my first inclination to hide or reject the tears coming out of my eyes. But crying is so clean! So cathartic. So necessary for my mental health. It’s so pleasurable to contemplate the beauty and wonder of something during the course of a cry. Btw I’m a grown ass man, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only guy of my kind. I was different from every guy I’ve ever known or known of. My DNA contains a masculine foundation, but as I grew up, I began to notice stark differences in the ways I thought, and the way all guys think. Diametrical differences too. Especially with respect to the dynamic of approaching women, or the subject of women. Every single guy I’ve ever known swears he is smarter than his wife. Or can drive better. Or can make better decisions. Handling money is the one that gets me because it’s so obvious yet it is so ignored. My dad spent money to his hearts content, and never solicited so much as a damn opinion. My poor mother struggled hard to give my brother and I a good life and she wanted so bad to be able to leave me the house that I grew up in, but it was in foreclosure before she died. Wells Fargo sued me sideways after she died leaving the house to me. Some of my family screwed me out of all my current possessions, my car, my laptop, and a bookcase full of family pictures. My mother had a 150,000 dollar life insurance that she split between Cameron and I. My aunt tried to say that my mother was mistaken in telling me about her policy. Mistaken. The exact word she used. I found it insulting to her intelligence. My mother was the sweetest most patient level headed person who made it her mission to volunteer for as much shit as possible, volunteering me all too often. Special Olympics has been a big part of my life since grade school. I would go help coach or set up when they had practice, and it never stopped either, it was year round, whatever sport is current and in the summer, I would volunteer full time for the entire summer. I remember I hated my mom for making me go, but the swimming coach was insanely hot. And I’m not even sure where I was at with my sexuality at that point, but I lived to watch him with his shirt off. Maybe that’s where my nipple fetish came from. His areolas were huge! I started noticing guys with their shirts off in my middle school locker room and then when I got to Leon High School, its gym was 50 years old when they had communal showers. Seeing other guys naked in 9th grade pretty much meant that I was bi-curious? Sex with same sex partners is pleasurable on a level that is unique. Notice I did not say better. Women are my number one. They all know that. But the societal condemnation for gayness can be switched and turned on its head, increasing pleasure for gay guys or bi guys because the “forbidden” nature of sucking another guy’s dick, is the same as any sexual philosophy. If something is forbidden, you want it more, and you feel it more when you do consider it. The fact that it’s “wrong” and not supposed to be done is most of the allure! Well not most. I really enjoy giving oral sex… getting it is tricky, cause first things first, DO NOT suck or press at all on my testes. I’m extremely sensitive in that area and I will be open minded but giving me head is something you’re going to have to request, because my hands and my mouth will never tire. And I want to be the one touching. I want to be the one dry dragging my lips on your… while we watch a documentary and pause it to have discussions, and advocating debates about current events.

To love me, you must love to learn.

To love me, you must love love and hate hate.

The thing about tipping points… only visible in retrospect. Random?

Guys is this type of taking pictures good?

[tarotwithcherwi]

The Energy Signature of Your FS in Dream Realm | pick-a-card ☁️

how does your future spouse feel in the dream realm? how do they look ? how do they act ? and, why do they visit ?

(hello, for this reading i am using a self-made oracle method involving letter + number divination. each pull is random, but often confirms letter or initials of names, dates, places, or energetic signs tied to the person or their counterpart. if these happen to resonate with you that is confirmation, and if doesn’t, do not worry as this is a general pac. —enjoy the reading!)

**Note: close your eyes, take a deep breath, & focus on the pile or two that you feel most drawn to. only take what resonates & leave what doesn’t :)) **

🪡 Pile I. > 🎐Pile II. > 🫧 Pile III.

౨ৎ Pile I.

⟡ cards pulled: Eight of Swords, Seven of Pentacles (rx), Knight of Wands, Seven of Cups (rx), Four of Cups (rx)

𓍯 How They Feel in the Dream World 𓂃

Your future spouse is in their own world, living, dealing with life itself. Their energy is distant, but potent. In dreams, it feels like navigating a damp, dark forest with heavy mist and smoke only lit by the moonlight. They are like a memory you can’t remember nor shake. Because of how swords and cups interact in this spread you feel everything. Their touches are light, almost invisible like someone trying to touch you through a curtain. It's chilling. Melancholic. The type of touch to make goosebumps with the heat of their energy. They are in their own mental confinement jail—their doubts, fears, and past barricading them. A part of them wants to connect, but their mind stops them. The dream with your spouse can feel like a fever dream rather than a reunion because of the lack of grounding energy. The dream is a liminal space between reality and astral. 

𓍯 How They Look or Appear in Dreams 𓂃

In the dream world, your future spouse is an impatient person—one who doesn’t know when to step forward or wait. For them, it's a balancing act, a push and pull. When they appear, there’s a haze of wanting and not wanting. Because of this dynamic they might hold off on meeting you in the dream realm. This can be an interesting connection to bounce off of, because of the hot and cold energy that causes their appearance to be fragments and blurry. In dreams, their appearance will be flashes of their hair or eyes or hands. They are very much like the wind, they creep into your dreams one day, then next, they disappear. 

𓍯 How They Act in the Dreams 𓂃

Your future spouse acts impulsive, but very direct. They act with blunt confidence and straightforward precision. The Seven of Cups (rx) is just them showing up in full force, they melt illusions and filters down the drain. With the way they show up, you will notice their actions are larger than words. For some of you, your future spouse will have a naturally commanding voice or strong masculine presence in dreams.

𓍯 Why They Visit You 𓂃

When your spouse comes to visit you, it's an intense one. They come quickly before the ego can rationalize. They float into your dreams intentionally to wake you. Not in a romantic way, but in a way that makes you question. Think. Your future spouse mirrors your inner knowing. Your High Priestess.

♥ Extra Confirmation: life path/birthday/date: 7, 4, 8, 3, 9 · initials/letters: M, O, R, A, S, T, P, N, W = from self-made oracle & intuitive pull, 888, 444, foggy forest saw during channeling

౨ৎ Pile II.

⟡ cards pulled: Eight of Pentacles, Ace of Wands (rx), Knight of Pentacles (rx), King of Wands, Two of Pentacles, & Seven of Pentacles

𓍯 How They Feel in the Dream World 𓂃

Your spouse’s energy is earthy. They feel as earthy as walking through sand as the waves ripple along the shore. A certain image I got in my head trying to describe their energy—it's an artisan working day and night perfecting his craft. This imagery might resonate with some of you, but if it doesn’t, just understand that your future spouse’s energy is hardworking, but also self reliant and focused. In the dream, their presence is mostly about physical senses—touch, smell, and hearing. Their touch is rough. A hand on your shoulder. A firm hug. Their scent will be like redwoods, grounded yet fresh. An intuitive nudge I have, is that they could have some earth placements (Capricorn, Virgo, Taurus) in their big three with the amount of pentacles in this spread.

𓍯 How They Look or Appear in Dreams 𓂃

Your future spouse doesn’t come into your dreams suddenly. It’s a constant build up, like construction of a house. With Ace of Wands (rx), there is this delayed spark when it comes to finally connecting with them in the dream realm. It’s a journey. At first, there will be a little clue—a sudden smell or touch. You might have multiple dreams before you can grasp them fully. But, when you do finally connect, their presence is how they feel. It's a balanced connection, a scale evenly weighted. 

𓍯 How They Act in the Dreams 𓂃

Your future spouse is steady. Intentional. But, they have an edge and the drive to achieve what they want. That ambition might not be all fast and impulsive, but it’s the authority and structure about them. They might struggle with starting something or committing to an idea, but when they get to it, they achieve it no matter how long it takes. They charge forward and keep an even pace.

𓍯 Why They Visit You 𓂃

Your future spouse visits you to remind you of patience and balance; and that you will receive what you desire even if it feels like there’s always reconstruction happening. They come into your dreams as an energy to anchor with your guides.

♥ Extra Confirmation: birthday/life path/date: 2, 8, 7, 3 · initials/letters: A, S, T, E, Q, U, P, N, W = from self made oracle & tarot, red string/ribbon, ravens, ocean tides = two of pentacles card image showed up with crashing waves, saw 5:55 during channeling,

౨ৎ Pile III.

⟡ cards pulled: The Moon (rx), King of Wands, King of Cups (rx), Seven of Swords, Five of Pentacles (rx)

𓍯 How They Feel in the Dream World 𓂃

Your future spouse’s energy in the dream world feels unveiled. The connection is deep within the seas of the subconscious. You get intuitive messages, thoughts, dreams from them without 3D relation. Their energy bleeds into yours. A sudden thought transmits into theirs and vice versa. Not always. But, when channeled correctly at the right frequency. They feel like the cool breeze that hits your face when you hike to the top of the mountain. It’s liberating. It’s raw. They see the unseen not with their eyes, but with their spirit. You will notice they don’t feel just the skin, they see the skeleton. 

𓍯 How They Look or Appear in Dreams 𓂃

Your future spouse has a sharp and distinct look about them. Their appearance is a striking one. They give that bold, commanding, visionary spirit. They will have a unique appearance in the dream—tattoos, piercings, birthmark, mole(s) or even different colored hair. They might not even appear as themself, they could wear the face of a person you know or come as an animal. Whales, stingray, sea creatures came to mind. They present themselves as this self assured leader or guide. And, when they enter your dreams, it’s with the same level of passion and determination as their appearance. It’s a rush. A mystery. A rollercoaster ride. You might not even remember the dream, but it seeps into the subconscious.

𓍯 How They Act in the Dreams 𓂃

There is conflict with how they present themselves and act. Your future spouse makes an appearance dramatically, but has a sneaky way of acting. They hide themselves and peer into the corner of your dreams. They do not interfere, and allow the flow. They like testing, watching, not knowing how to approach. They might act aloof while hiding behind a cloak of feelings unaware how to process it. 

𓍯 Why They Visit You 𓂃

When your spouse comes to pay you a visit, it's in the moments where you least expect. However, the five is about change, freedom, and curiosity, but it’s also about restlessness, inconsistency, and excess. They don’t come to fix your problems, but they come in to redirect you even if it means hiding behind a veil and pulling strings in silence.

♥ Extra Confirmation: life path/birthday/date: 14, 12, 2, 5, 7, 3 · initials/letters D, E, N, A, Y, P, H, J = from self-made oracle & intuitive nudge, mountain & cool breeze channeled from meditation, saw 1:11, 10:10 while channeling reading

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[chefs-other-corner]

What Did You Say?

☆Paring: Zoey x Rumi x Mira ☆Tags: Fluff, a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, crash out Zoey cause yesss

☆Sum Sum: Zoey crashing out on her bullies back in the US ☆Word count: 1k

☆Note: I just really like the thought of crash out Zoey ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

The fan signing had gone well. Zoey spent nearly an hour chatting with fans, signing albums, scribbling goofy doodles, exchanging inside jokes with longtime supporters, and even pausing to reassure a shy teen that her own art was amazing. Every time she laughed, Mira stole a fond glance, and Rumi beamed, soaking up the warm energy. Eventually, though, the mood soured. She remembered how back in high school Tina and her friends would corner her at her locker, mock her thrift-store clothes, call her a psycho artist, spread rumors she was violent and unhinged just for being weird. Those memories burned as she saw them now, Tina and her old clique, waltzing up with smug little grins that made her stomach turn.

“Wow,” Tina drawled. “Zoey the rapper now? Still making up nursery rhymes?”

Zoey didn’t miss a beat. “Cute you came all this way on your lunch break. What is it now, cashier at a store that sells broken dreams?”

The bullies laughed. Another chimed in. “You’re not even that famous. We just wanted to see the freak show.”

Zoey smirked. “Freak show? Yyou can’t even sell tickets to your personality.”

Mira and Rumi exchanged glances. Rumi tried to intervene. “Hey, can you just leave—”

Tina’s eyes flicked to Rumi’s neck, to the scars. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Skin condition? Or did you lose a fight with a cheese grater?”

Rumi paled, shrinking back. Mira’s jaw locked.

Zoey’s voice dropped, ice cold. “I know you’re not talking with your raggedy-ass Temu-face. You look like Shrek tried contouring with crayons. Your forehead so big they could lease it as office space. Honestly, I’ve seen better symmetry in a funhouse mirror. You’re a walking, talking cautionary tale against unchecked confidence.”

Tina flushed red. “Excuse me?”

Zoey leaned in, her eyes glinting with scorn and fury, her lip curling in a sneer as her fingers drummed on the table with deliberate slowness, each tap a promise of violence barely restrained, her breath coming sharp through her nose, her whole body leaning forward like a striking snake. “I’m sorry, did you not want a response? Don’t dish it if you can’t even microwave it. You’re the type to give motivational speeches about a job at Wendy’s like you’re the CEO, pretending you’re so important when you can’t even hold eye contact without your friends backing you up. And let’s not pretend you wouldn’t sell out your entire friend group for a discount at Forever 21.”

Another bully piped up, “She’s sensitive because she’s embarrassed. Look at her.”

Zoey whipped her head around. “Oh, so that’s what this is? You’re jealous you didn’t get any trauma to give you depth? Must be nice being flatter than your personality. Your entire vibe screams 'expired Mean Girl audition.'”

The insults kept flying. Words sharp as glass, raw with pain sharpened into fury. Zoey’s voice cracked in places, rage bubbling just beneath the surface, not just from today—but from years of swallowing humiliation like it was air. Her chest tightened with every word, every memory of whispered slurs in school halls, every sneer, every shove. And now, here it all was, roaring back like a dam breaking.

“God, you’re so loud,” Tina spat, her voice shaking with forced bravado, eyes narrowing to hide the flicker of fear, but her lip trembling just a little as the words left her.

Zoey shot back, “Not as loud as your dad’s disappointment. But I get it—hard to compete with that level of failure.”

They gasped. Rumi winced but smiled a little. Mira actually laughed, her hand balling into a slow fist.

Tina tried to recover. “You’re pathetic. Acting all tough. What are you gonna do? Rap at us?”

Zoey leaned across the table, eyes blazing. “Say one more thing about her scars. I dare you.”

Tina smirked. “Didn’t know they let burn victims out in public.”

The noise in Zoey’s head exploded. Her chair slammed back as she lunged over the table, voice feral. “I will rearrange your face into a Jackson Pollock painting!”

The table rattled, pens and flyers skittering across the surface. Her body was a livewire of fury. Mira caught her around the waist.

“Zoey! Stop!”

Zoey snarled, chest heaving, teeth bared. “LET ME GO—”

But Mira didn’t let go. Instead, she calmly pivoted, drew back her fist, and smashed it into Tina’s nose with a brutal crack.

Blood spurted. Tina shrieked, stumbling back. The shockwave was instant. Gasps. A dropped phone. The thick silence that follows a car crash.

Mira wiped her knuckles on her jeans, her face cool, controlled. “Oops. Sorry, reflex.”

The entire venue went dead silent. You could hear the air conditioning hum. Somewhere, a camera shutter clicked.

Zoey panted, eyes wild, but turned to Rumi immediately. She brushed Rumi’s hair back, cupping her cheek with trembling fingers. Her hands were cold. Her voice cracked. “Ignore them, baby. They don’t even qualify as people. Just static. White noise with bad breath. Discarded characters from a soap opera that got cancelled after the pilot.”

Rumi clung to her. Mira joined them, slinging an arm around both, grounding them in quiet, unwavering strength.

Zoey took one last seething look at the bullies trying to stem Tina’s nosebleed. “Come on. Let’s go before I finish the job.”

Together they walked out, heads high. Zoey’s heart was a thunderstorm in her chest. Her fingers curled into Mira’s and Rumi’s like lifelines. And if her voice cracked when she whispered she loved them—again and again, like a broken hymn—neither Mira nor Rumi let her go. They held her closer.

Outside, the air hit them like freedom, but the adrenaline wouldn’t let Zoey calm down. She paced, shaking, ranting under her breath, while Mira stood watch and Rumi squeezed her hand. They didn’t speak much at first. They didn’t need to. Later, Zoey would apologize a thousand times. Rumi would reassure her with kisses. Mira would crack a joke to make them laugh. And they would sit together on the curb, legs tangled, exhausted but safe, planning how to report the harassment, how to move on. The fight hadn’t solved everything—but it had made one promise clear: none of them would ever stand alone again.

[coaping]

Glow Up Guide - “Wait, you’re y/n?!” pt. 4

Welcome to the fourth part of the glow up series! This part will focus on face and skin. I wanted to keep this entry a little bit later in the series because to be honest, your face isn’t really what matters most. I mean of course looks go a long way but they can’t make up for what’s on the inside (lol sorry for being cheesy)!

tips start here:

Find your skin type

There are a couple of different skin types including: normal, oily, dry, combination, and sensitive. You can find all sorts of guides to find out your skin type, but once you have you need to make sure the products you’re using are appropriate for your type! If they aren’t that can only cause further issues like skin breakouts.

Find your makeup style

There are THOUSANDS of makeup trends out there, instead of blindly following said treads, it’s better to pick out a makeup style that you like that’s also suitable for you & your face. Some makeup styles that I like/recommend include: igari, douyin, cold girl, and natural style makeup (of course these are just my personal choices so pick out whatever you like) You can also check out xiaohongshu for guides and styles!

Gua sha and ice

You’ve probably heard of it already, but gua sha is a traditional Chinese method of depuffing and slimming the face using lymphatic drainage. There are a couple different shapes of gua sha, but I recommend just the standard gua sha that most people use. There are lots of videos and guides on gua sha movements!

Icing your face can help depuff, and aid with inflammation and acne. You can do this by either using an ice cube wrapped in a towel, or by buying an ice roller.

Clean up brows

IT MAKES SUCH A DIFFERENCE JUST BY CLEANING UP YOUR EYEBROWS AND FINDING YOUR RECOMMEND EYEBROW SHAPE. If you know your face shape, you can look at one of the charts and see what eyebrow shape is suitable for your face! Having the right eyebrow shape literally changes your face in all the right ways and I really recommend it!!

Please remember YOUR SKIN CARE AND MAKEUP DOES NOT HAVE TO BE EXPENSIVE OR TRENDY TO BE EFFECTIVE!!! Your face has its own standards, and you can’t base it off what everyone else is using. Use what works for you!! Anyway, that’s all for now! See you later !! ♪

[loser-37]

i love these. aight

-something sweet like the movies, a park, some type of store like build a bear. maybe the beach but i don’t like sand very much soo…

-idk many specifically mlm songs but i’m dropping jesus he knows me by ghost solely for the line “he doesn’t know about my girlfriend or the man i met last night” and apparently when copia would sing it on stage he changes “met” to “screwed” and i think that’s absolutely fire

-being held or like making a playlist with someone or just being around them

-nope

-uhhh like eight with people i know

-men. taller than me with fluffy hair, specifically a dark color. dominant in the way that they’ll take over if i’m struggling with something and they’ll order my food for me cause i get very nervous and they’ll make phone calls for me that i they can for me. definitely alternate like me. same music taste that would be good. love language has to be touch.

-don’t know. only ever crushed on ppl i know

-really depends the people. i would just say one of my favorite shows cause if they don’t like my favorite shows then looks like we’re not watching anything. i’d be up for watching some random movie tho

-lilies. love hate relationship since… WEE OO WEE OO DEADNAME ALERT- but also they’re pretty…

-i’d prefer some type of outing but for gifts i’d probably give jewelry or something that reminds me of them. going out to our favorite restaurant would be ideal though

-either meliora or infeatissumam both by ghost. special mention: every panic at the disco album.

-physical touch. obviously.

-pup. 100% my favorite. cant think of any others. but that one makes me swoon irl or online but yknow i like any cause im attention starved

-yes. read and write

-can’t tell tbh, any character i like i label as myself.

-both. all boys. any boy who wants me.

-any male character i like they like men in some way because fuck you i don’t need to explain myself

-burgers. love me some burgers but yknow some places make them bad... but i can always turn to dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. the specific brand my mom buys lol i forgot what it’s called.

-all wound up by she wants revenge

-can’t really remember. but i remember first day of school this one girl was confused on where her spanish class was and i told her and she said “oh thank you i like your nose” or something like that so that was so random but since it’s such a random thing it had to be genuine

-all of them. why pick one?

-scalp cause i’m puppy….. 🥺

-not really

-2020 alternate style specifically the super fluffy hair it gives me gender euphoria.

-nothing too big but yeah. hold hands and kissing is fine

-being held. please someone hold me

-big shocker, physical touch! i am touch starved!! let me cuddle!!!!

-both. please i just wanna be held

no tags but any mlm ppl can do this

mlm ask game!

1. ideal date location?

2. favorite mlm song?

3. what makes you feel loved?

4. are you single or taken?

5. how many crushes have you had?

6. what's your type?

7. do you develop crushes quickly?

8. best show or movie for a date night at home?

9. what are your favorite flowers?

10. what would you give as a gift on an anniversary?

11. what's your favorite album?

12. what's your love language?

13. what are some pet names that make you blush?

14. do you read fanfiction?

15. any fictional crushes?

16. loud boys or quiet boys?

17. any characters you headcanon as mlm?

18. what's your comfort food?

19. last song you listened to?

20. best compliment you ever received?

21. kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead?

22. scalp massage or back massage?

23. any celebrity crushes?

24. what's your guilty pleasure?

25. do you like PDA?

26. how do you prefer to be comforted?

27. favorite way to express affection?

28. big spoon or little spoon?

29. freebie! ask or prompt to share something random

[leahtwerell]

-The Warmth You Give-

Natalie Scatorccio x reader

Thank you @deenayw this request! I really appreciate it! (I’m not so sure how to add your request on the post so if anyone could please tell me how, that would be awesome! I’m still new to posting on here)

Enjoy!!

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Warnings - Panic attack, barefoot in snow, lesbians.

|| Being in the wilderness is taking a toll on Natalie, she feels as though she can’t tell her teammates or even you how her mind is affecting her, she feels trapped. ||

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It was colder during these days. Like the sun had fallen into a hole that couldn’t been traced back to find. The fire from the plane no longer appeared in the blacks of Natalie’s eyes, but she’s still here. Everyone is.

Trapped.

The plane that should of taken the team to nationals had crash—it imprinted on Natalie’s mind, the screams, the tears…the wishing of life, all still ringing in her ears, banging against her like a sound of a gun shot. the blonde could still picture the the sight out of the window. Down. It was just going down. So fast her mind barely had time to process survival, she never thought she’d have to.

The feelings was worse than yells, worse than the nights fists hit her cheek bone, those screams were different, she was asking…they were begging.

And so within her mindset, within her heart that had grown heavier and heavier, she’d never thought there’d be light, she never felt it.

And when the snow had fallen it was harder to hide, the confined space of the cabin had hindered the blondes ability to break.

And it only had gotten stronger and stronger.

And she would try to remember. To see your face in her mind, it would calm her like no one else could. She would remember your touch, your smile, your kiss.

The most Natalie could do was draw her fingers over your palms, her nails scratching over your arms to give comfort and warmth that she could not feel alone, when the sun had fallen behind the mountains, when the only light was the candles she would break, and you were there.

You were always there, before the fire, and before the dark. You had always comforted the blonde, you had even made her blonde.

The memory was clear, it was present—she could feel your fingers massaging against her scalp, the bleach burning her head along with both your noses. The dark brunette had turned to a brassy orange, and then a blonde.

But the thought of the memory had only made the want worse…more difficult to contain. And so as your sleeping body was breathing in and out, the Scatorccio girl watches your lips, your nose, your calming eyes. Your face and body that showed a certain peace she knew she’d never felt before.

And she wanted that. She needed it.

Natalie swallowing her pride, she breathes in through her nose, and out. She bites her cheek, she swallows. The girl looks over the ceiling of the cabin.

It was a strange feeling. One second trying to figure out the exact cause of her indifference. The reasons why you had look so different when sleeping, how you could become a certain type of calm in a place like this. And another second of…warmth? Not the kind of warmth you find when walking outside on a summer day, not the kind of heat that warmed your body with joy or the feeling of the hot water on Icy skin.

Heat.

The girl’s body shivers from the heat, sweat immediately upon her skin, she removes the blanket that layed against her legs. Her hand shakes to her heart. It wasn’t normal, she didn’t understand. This feeling, this fear. This heat.

Natalie couldn’t breathe.

A soft groan escapes her quiet voice, her throat cracking within the distance feeling in her chest. Natalie rolls over and carefully not to make any sound.

Your face, your eyes, your nose, your lips…

Falling. Natalie felt like she was falling, down and down. She couldn’t even see her feet, the footfalls of her own were a deafening sound, the snow on her feet stung, it felt as though her whole body was swollen with this panic.

“Nat!”

And then.

Warmth, but the kind when your body flushes out, a relief, a breath. The hands of your own had grabbed her cheeks, it was a peaceful feeling, but only until she tripped back into the world. Into the darkest moment of the life she had to say was true.

Trapped. Natalie Scatorccio was trapped, and this time. Even you couldn’t bring her back.

“Hey..” your voice was almost drowning. It didn’t exist like it did before. “Natalie…come on. Ima need you to breathe, okay?”

And that’s when she woke up. Her hands had grabbed onto the wrist of your bracelet covered hand, she had heard everything, everything was clear. Her heavy breathing reflected a heavier heart. “I’m right here, I’m right here…”

“I…I c-can’t…” the young girl mumbles under the sound of marathon breaths. Your hands travels to Natalie’s, you intertwined both your fingers, your throat drying up on its own as you slowly think.

“Okay…okay breathe with me..” you ask with a small smile. “Baby, look at me..” you mumble as the hand of your love was placed on your chest. The breaths you take were overexaggerated, to the point where your own body moved up and down from them.

But Natalie had followed weakly. Her palm placed onto the heat of your body, the beats of your heart and the feeling of air moving had been pushed into the blonde’s lungs, like oxygen was flowing back into her skin just from the simple sensation.

And though her breaths even out, her mind outshined the light of peace and brought sorrow.

Brought tears.

And your bodies touched, the cold air of winter shrunken down to the surface of a shady day, the hug Natalie was brought into had consumed the bitter snow on the ground.

The feeling had subsided, it had not been suppressed—it was known. “You okay?” You whisper in the girls ear, your fingers running through her hair, “it’s okay if you’re not, okay?”

“I’m just cold…” Natalie responded with a sharp shake. Your hands pause and you lean back to take a look at the blonde, her cheeks grown red and pale skin cold. “Really cold.”

You give her a smile, and not some smile that shows pity, a smile that shows joy, that makes joy. Natalie looks at you, she really looks at you. “Thank you—” she cuts herself off with a lazy kiss, her breath taken away from the lips of your own, the lips she’s remembered fondly of.

Her face, cold, weak, sweaty. Kissing you Natalie Scatorccio smiles, within the warmth you give, she rests.

With your hold, she feels free.

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[eggs-can-draw]

Why do you draw Eupha the way you do?

This ask made me open my iPad for the first time in a month. King shit.

So here’s (vaguely) the first time I drew Eupha

Now here’s a Eupha I doodled this morning (I fucked up her facial proportions a little but whaaat eeeev errrr)

A lot changed lmao. The more comfortable I get drawing a character the more likely i am to change a few aspects, to be loved is to be changed.

When it comes to Eupha, I wanted to make sure she not only looks like Eupha, but looks like an islander as well. I’m white as a sheet of paper tho so I did like. A feeeew google searches on Hawaiian/polynesian traits (cause I had a feeling just islander would be a bit too broad)

I’m probably not the Right person to talk about this, so take my words with a grain of salt, but it irks me that we have a lot of characters in metaphor who have darker skin but still more white traits? Like Brigitta and Neuras. Yk? It irks me. Puts a bad taste in my mouth.

So according to my research, Polynesian/Hawaiian people tend to have wavy or curly hair. That’s where the shape came from. I add all the stray hairs for visual interest and the actual shape is meant to evoke like. A waterfall? Also it looks cool and I like it. (Also. Wavy? Wave? Like an ocean wave? I think I’m funny)

Hulk and Junah are very Tall women to me and they both have relatively straight hair. (Hulk is Strohl’s height to me. Trust. Junah is notably taller than Will and Eupha. Trust.) so Eupha stands out from the two by being both noticeably shorter as well as having a silhouette defining hair shape.

The eye shape is cause Google said almond eyes were the way to go, and I wanted them to be as short as I could reasonably get them to avoid giving her a five head with the third eye. But also like. Obv they need to Look Good lol.

The nose is cause I think it looks cute :]

She’s chubby because A) I love drawing chubby girls every time I draw Kotone I get a little bit more powerful and B) Yin (@whyaredangancharacterssopretty) recommended it and I trust Yin with my life. All my good ideas run through Yin first that’s my secret. We’re a two part comedy duo.

The bangs loop a little to frame her face cause it’s easier for me to draw consistently that’s literally the only reason lmao. The braids look like that cause art style.

Anywho!! Thanks for this I needed to euph out. :]

[ilovebeingaturtle]

I love headcanoning that the whole Triceraton mind device severely messed with Don’s memory abilities but I also think he’s the type of person to be so hyperfocused on the present and future that he doesn’t even notice at first. Like it’s not until weeks later where he completely blanked out on a request Leo asked of him that morning or when he realises he can’t recall what their old home looked like anymore that he goes

“Uh. Well that’s not good…”

[sockdooe]

FUCK YOU VOLTRON LEGENDARY DEFENDER!!!!!!!!!!!! I SHOULD NOT BE CRYING AT DAMN NEAR MIDNIGHT CAUSE OF YOUR FAILURE OF A SHOW ASS 🖕

[acourtofquestions]

Since (haven’t read CC yet) 3 Maasverse main characters thus far are artists in one way or another (something I love in fandoms and especially these/Maasverse)

With:

Aelin the musician (composer/piano forte player) & appreciator of the arts. Fashionista. & semi-ballerina.

Nesta the dancer (a lil lovely scene tidbit I thought was freeing and mostly fun)

And of course Feyre THE Artist (& best example as this is crucial to how she sees the world).

Especially with the latter 2 in ACOTAR & our Archerons; even their father was a wood carver/sculptor… (let’s stick with the latter phrase… cause it’s too soon for carver to be heard as anything other than CREEPY “bone carver”😅) … so that leaves us with one; Elain.

Random HC here but: what if Elain’s a singer?

Specifically thought of this because of a certain other “singer in the series” ;-) *psst* Azriel the “shadowsinger” cause while I know that’s not what they meant, it sounds fun to me :-)

[stinkypeanutbutter]

me rn making an aiden angst fanfic and I’m literally dying over it I’m making him struggle fr

[silkhy-john]

TTGFHs as an allegory for colonisers and their actions—almost ALL their actions—as an allegory for colonisation in its many facets?

“More likely than you’d think” doesn’t BEGIN to cover it.

[alrunaaa]

trying out newer chhinkni for the first time! starting off small but holy shit this stuff packs a punch and literally takes the breath outta me lol. excited to use it more often!!! also lost my voice recently so my sneezes sound a little different than normal bahaha

cw: sneezing, sniffling, talking, and some panting/catching my breath

minors and non kink blogs dni

[autumnhobbit]

amazed at how much knowledge about all kinds of plants people can have

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Got frustrated with my art, so I decided to redraw something really old that I was proud of at the time so I could more accurately see my progress rather than comparing myself to my recent drawings ^^