#choose your mood

[orbeavariegata]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

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[gulper-eels]

recreated that hannibal meme, included potato quality for those who prefer that (I know I do)

[rwuffles]

if you have internalized guilt about hoarding, using neopronouns, xenogenders, microlabels as a whole, or for just being queer:

i love you.

i love you with all my heart; whether you're in an / were raised in an unsupportive environment, whether your friends wouldn't be supportive, whether you simply feel like a faker for identifying the way you do: i love you.

you're cared about. there will be people who accept you, and love you, and care about you — not in spite of your identity — no matter how you identify. you are not dirty, you are not a faker, you are not hurting the community for identifying the way you do.

you use a select few microlabels because those describe your identity well enough? that's great! you use an umbrella label because you don't feel the need for a hyperspecific one? awesome, i do too depending on the part of my identity! you hoard tons & tons of labels because your identity is so vast and / or complicated it can't be described in one or two? i have an entire google docs hoard!

i get sappy and emotional at this topic.

because, when i first started identifying with liomogai terms, hoarding labels & npts: my friend group at the time hated it. they made fun of me behind my back, deadnamed, mispronouned & misgendered me, and refused to tell me why they were acting like this.

i realized i didn't deserve to be treated that way — no matter how much i cared about those people, or how much they claimed to care about me. and, even if i got out of those friendships, i still deal with the internalized guilt today.

the guilt that maybe i am faking. or that i'm doing something wrong — no matter how happy microlabels make me, or how comfortable i feel in my identity, or how much fun i'm having in the community. that i'm inherently wrong for being queer in the 'wrong' way.

i hoarded unapologetically for the first time in months last night. i had fun.

so, what i'm trying to say is: you're going to be okay, because you are loved & there is nothing wrong with you for identifying the way you do. being queer is amazing & beautiful & filled with such vast experiences that i'm a firm believer in there is no wrong way to be queer. i love you, and everything's going to be okay.

[sasha-mexik12]

It's a new day ! ☀️😃😘☕

[miradelletarot]

I'm somewhere between Gale #3 and #8. Got that deer in the lantern lights look bc I'm tired asf, but also I'm trying to make sense of the shit going on in my brain rn. (I'm fine, it's just an interesting morning so far lol)

Tagging @elspethdekarios @tavyliasin @morb-untamed @tolkien-fantasy and whoever else wants to join in! I'm horrible at tagging people honestly.

Which Gale are you today?

Choose your mood!

I'm Gale #3 today, not understanding what's going on.

Tagging @alpydk, @auroraesmeraldarose and @lanafofana for a start! Feel free to join even without being tagged!

[technofinch]

Everyone tell me what car your oc would drive please

[sasha-universe5]

Sunday morning ❄️☀️😃😘🍏🥞☕

[originalaccountname]

my tragedy is that I don't like the "you've always been the only one/there's never been anyone else" romance trope but I also love to read fics about my ships. and guess what.

[alwaysbethewest]

For @mourningbirds1 💞 as part of the fandom friendship exchange that @swiftiscruff created. Clare, you have been such a dear and vital friend to me these last few years—always there and always kind to me even when I'm struggling to be kind to myself. I'm hoping with everything I have that this year is better to you, especially as you settle into your new home (!!!). I'm proud of you for getting to this point and never giving up. And I hope this moodboard and the little fantasy ficlet below will make you smile ❤️

Him/You, 360 words. Just sweet domesticity.

The house needs a fresh coat of paint. He drives you to the store and the two of you split up on either side of the aisle so you can focus on the important task of choosing sample colors while he passes the time gathering rollers and tape, and he’s even good enough not to look too impatient when your job takes three times as long as his.

You don’t tell him you’d gotten distracted contemplating which shades of blue would best complement his deep brown eyes.

At home the unfurnished rooms echo and you can hear him humming to himself in the kitchen where he’s unpacking the essentials while you set to work painting swatches on the bedroom wall.

The essentials, according to him, comprise:

The coffee maker.

The bed.

End of list.

And not that you’d entirely disagreed but you’d tacked on a haul of groceries, dishes and utensils, bath towels, toiletries, and several boxes of books that will eventually need shelves.

You’re finishing the final coat when he appears in the doorway with a cup of coffee, and as he hands it to you and collapses to lounge on the bed, too sexy for his own good, you think he may have had it right after all.

The house takes shape. The books find a home on new pine shelving, the walls are spruced up in airy, neutral shades, and you end up with dirt under your fingernails and a satisfying ache in your back from tilling the soil and sowing seeds in the back garden.

He continues fueling you with freshly brewed coffee and soothing your back with his strong hands at the end of the day, and you keep him well-fed as you get to know your new kitchen and well-loved as you break in the bed.

And with time the space fills in to become a sanctuary, housing only the things you love best—your mid-century velvet-upholstered chair, your heavy cast iron skillet, the books and records and precious knick-knacks you’ve collected over the years—and him, held solid and warm and sweet in your arms. Right at home.

[insurged]

smack that ❤️, if you'd like something cute (soft things) 👉👈

[unhingedmess]

stephanie hsu was robbed. fight with the air if you disagree, because i am not listening. she did not pour her heart and soul into that role, wrenching out ours in the process for you to deny her her dues.

[brucie-baby]

Sentient Wayne Manor au in my head i love you

[puhpandas]

i feel the warmth in my chest (and the chill on my skin makes it that much clearer)

(1,964 words)

Evan and Gregory, while waiting those few agonizing hours before Halloween can truly begin, go outside into the chilly weather and play in the leaves.

🎃🍫👻

It's a crisp Autumn afternoon when Evan steps out onto Gregorys porch. The screen door slams behind him, and the air transitions from warm to chilly in only seconds. The breeze washes over his face like a wave, and Evan finds he dosnt mind the cold that much in this moment.

It makes his nose numb and his fingers freezing, but unlike how he usually feels about the cold, he welcomes it. He takes a deep breath, smelling the scent of fallen leaves and crisp air and the pumpkins Evan had carved with Gregory last week sitting by his feet next to the stairs. It fills his lungs, and alongside the aftertaste of Aunt Chicas cookies on his tongue, the chill is pleasant, unlike how its usually so unbearing and biting in his own home.

It doesnt take long for the temperature to wash over him fully. By the time hes stepping down the stairs, his thin,white overcoat flowing behind him, its left his shoulders shaking and his teeth chattering.

But so like he's not used to, the deep, bone chilling cold only adds onto his excitement. It's that type of chill you can only get during Halloween, with that specific vibe and feeling coming along with it. Evan has never liked that unmatched feeling. All it ever told him was that Halloween was on it's way, and along with it, Michael and his pushing and pulling and jabbing and messing with. With the addition of the neighborhood kids jumping in if they'd see him walking down the street on the one night of the year it would be acceptable to scare him with scary masks and bloody fingers and camouflaging cloaks, it made for a pretty dreadful day.

He takes another look at his costume, a ghost, with white flowy sheer fabric that makes him look like he floated right down from the clouds. Underneath is a white sweater and pants, and his makeup is done to make him appear ghastly and, well... dead. Eyes sunken in with deep shadows and complection pale.

Gregory is matching with him, kind of. Gregory's costume is of a murder victim. Hes wearing sort of varsity jacket with a plastic knife stabbed in his gut, and his face is painted with bloody makeup and a faux black eye. Gregory hadn't explained the specific costume he called a 'Zombie Murder Victim High School Football Star', just gotten excited over the fact that they matched with their undead themes.

Its Evans first year matching with someone. His first year having someone to go trick or treating with. Theres something about this year. It doesn't leave him guessing. It doesn't leave him on edge, wondering who will strike first, all while being so uncertain but sure at the same time that something will go wrong. This year, he has Gregory and his family. This year, he has people who actually care about how he feels, and understand how to have fun.

This year, he knows Michael will be across town with his friends, and that his father will lock himself in his workshop. He knows that the neighborhood kids wont dare mess with him now, because of how many times Gregory has shown them a thing or two over the better part of this year.

This year, Evan isnt dreading the coming hours. He isnt hiding in his room, celebration or joy for the Holiday nowhere to be found, because he has to watch his back and sides. This year, he isnt considering running away for the night, even though he had always known he would never be brave enough to do it.

Instead, he's going trick or treating with his best friend, and he only feels excitment and anticipation, compared to the stark contrast of last year where all he felt was on edge and trapped in his own house.

The sun is only just setting by the time he steps onto that little pathway leading to the backyard from the front porch. Waiting for it to get dark has been agonizing. It had only gotten too much when he and Gregory were sat in front of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, makeup and costumes done, and unable to sit without wiggling or fidgeting, and Gregory had jumped up and gone "That's it! I can't just sit here anymore!"

That's why Evan's followed him outside. For the better part of the day Gregory has been more restless than a bored puppy.

Evan thinks the description fits when he finally catches up to Gregory and finds him digging through the shed in his backyard. Evan doesn't really know why he came out here. Theres much less to do outside than there is inside, but his intentions become clear when he moves to stand by Gregory's shoulder, and he goes Aha! while retrieving something.

Evan stares blankly when Gregory pulls out a rake, turning to face him and grinning at him. "Want to build a leaf pile and do cannonballs in it?"

He doesn't even have to ask.

It's not long before they're trekking through backyard, browning leaves crunching under their sneakers as they head to that big tree in the middle of the yard. When they get there, they waste no time grabbing the big rake and making the inklings of a pile on the flattest bit of ground.

The rake is heavy, and Evan can barely control it, if how it swings around and almost hits Gregory in the face is any indication. The handle is ice cold on his fingers, but it only makes Evan that much more aware of the excitment thrumming through his veins.

With Evan using the rake, Gregory takes to getting on his knees and shepherding the leaves to the pile with his hands. Gregory laughs over the dirt under his fingernails and how the still-damp leaves from the light shower earlier are chilly on his hands, and it makes Evan abandon the rake and get on the ground with him.

It takes longer than it should to finish the pile. They keep getting caught up in throwing the leaves at eachother like snowballs and using their hands to push waves at eachother like they're in a pool. The leaves end up more scattered than the were originally, and Evan has to get the rake again.

By the time they finish and theres a huge pile of damp leaves sitting in front of them, the sky is a dark, deep blue with the horizon a yellow. The sun is only barely peeking through the trees, and it's enough for the automatic porch lights to come on.

With the lack of sunlight, it's gotten that much colder. Evan's shivering enough that it makes his laughs warble, but he doesnt care. He doesnt care about the cold.

They only take a short break before they jump in. Evan lays flat on the ground, damp excess leaves and ice cold dirt underneath him. His throat is dry from the chill and how much he talked, and laughed, and his cheeks are sore from smiling too much. His nose is numb, and the thin, cheap Spirit Halloween costume does nothing for keeping him warm, but he doesn't need it.

Through the cold, it makes the warmth blooming in his stomach that much clearer. It makes the laughter bubbling in his chest and the excitement that the fun isnt even over, yet, he still gets to go trick or treating with Gregory after this, that much more apparent.

He has the warmth that spawned inside of him from spending time with his best friend and having fun with him to keep him toasty. So unlike his own home, where the chill is all there is. No warmth or comfort to adhere for that fact.

It's only now that Evan thinks that maybe, he doesn't really dislike the cold. Just how the cold is what comes with his unfeeling house and unpleasant family members and uncomfortable atmosphere.

Because here, right now, as he lays on the freezing ground, sky darkening above them and the last bit of leaves on the big tree in Gregory's backyard fluttering in the chilly breeze, he realizes he likes what comes with the cold, and not what the cold comes from.

With the cold comes the awareness of the warmth unfurling in his stomach. With the cold comes drinking the delicious, steaming hot chocolate Aunt Chica made. With the cold comes bundling up with his favorite sweaters, cuddling up under a fuzzy blanket, and watching a movie with Gregory.

With the cold comes those agonizing few hours before Halloween truly begins, and making a leaf pile with your best friend.

Evan knows his all-white costume is dirtier by the time he finally gets up, the knees of his white jeans brown and dirtied, but he doesnt have time to dwell on it when all he hears is a breathy laugh before hes shoved face first into the leaf pile.

Even through the leaves submerging his head, he can hear Gregory cackling. He sputters when leaves get in his mouth, and while regaining his footing after rolling around a few times, he wastes no time shooting up and grabbing Gregory by the shoulders.

Gregory yelps when hes yanked down with Evan, and all Evan is aware of when his eyes shut in glee from how hard hes laughing is the soft, scratchy, earthy leaves beneath him, the breeze in the air that just screams Halloween, and Gregory's body fallen on top of him.

Gregory grabs some leaves and smushes them into his hair. All Evan can do is screech at the wet chill before grabbing his own fistful and doing the same. Leaves fall over them like a wave when they roll around, wrestling in the yard.

They only stop when they get too tired to keep going. His costume is definitely dirty by now, damp like the leaves and dirt. The scent of wet earth and the cold and Halloween washes over him, and all he can find in himself to do is grin, and giggle breathlessly and chatter with Gregory as he lies on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Its almost pitch black by the time Freddy opens the door leading to the backyard, stepping outside, Frankenstiens monster costume and all. "Kids? Are you two ready to go? Its almost time for trick or treating!"

Evan only shares a fleeting look with Gregory before they both shoot up, previous exhaustion from their little fight completely gone. Evan runs side by side with Gregory to the door, his costume with the mud stained hem flowing behind him, and all Evan can feel in this moment is warmth, despite how his nose is numb and his shoulders are shaking and theres this chilly, floaty feeling in his chest.

He knows that there are definitely leaves in his hair when he steps inside after Gregory, and when the heat of the home blasts him in his face, making his freezing face tingle, the warmth prickling and sharp, Evan finds that with the cold can come the warmth, and maybe it isnt so weird that Evan feels nothing of the sort when it comes to his own house, and his own family.

It was never about the cold.

Just like how the warmth with Gregory and his family has never been about the temperature.

He only has time to grab his candy bucket (shaped like a mummified teddy bear) before he and Gregory are shooting through the front door, racing to Freddys car. He smiles even wider when the cold air rushes across his face again, and he can hear Gregory's footsteps next to him and Freddy and the others' voices behind them.

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[sasha-mexik12]

Enjoy the weekend 🥳🙋🏻‍♀️💃🏻😃

24/08/2024

[fan-fangirl-world]

How to describe RE4 Leon in three simple words.

Choose yout fighter and play the game route.