#girltime

[michithing]

girl time!3

[hots1nkwater]

[emmuffins]

I'm having girl time

(going insane in my room)

[chelsees-day]

Today, a friend came over to hang out while our menfolk were out playing Warhammer 40k. We had a good day! We ate, chatted, and painted. I really wanted to have a sailor moon picture, so I painted one using a projector as a 'stencil'. I know it's not perfect, but it's mine.

It's important to have friends to hang out with and remind you that you're indeed a person, not just a tool for the family. I think our men orchestrated this plot to have us hang out, because it turns out she needed the girl time as well.

We tried to go thrifting, but my children were being heathens so we turned around and went home, and then made them go outside so they would get out of our hair. I love thrifting, so this turn of events made me sad.

[coochiequeens]

Ladies, I speak from experience here. Don't stay with a man who tries to crash your time with your girlfriends.

Glad reddit is te.ling her to either set a boundary or dump him

The post doesn't say where she is but if she's in the USA she's not legal to drink in bars, restaurants and clubs. This could be her first time enjoying girlsnight with drinks and her already has 5 years of being legal is trying to crash the trip.

[thelifeofniy]

how can i expect somebody who never had they own place to know they damn place?

[tiktaaliker]

Keikri! She's an assassin working under Rasputin and Gazer, and is the made the commander of the Children of the Unseeing Eye after Tansy jumps ship. She's also personally tasked by Rasputin to kill Tansy, and later tasked by Gazer to recruit Tansy, which is..... awkward for both of them tbh

the design was originally made by @saturncoyote - i was using it for a warrior-cats oc storyline originally, but i couldnt quiiiite fit her in anywhere. so now she's part of the god-killer cult lol

[asharaks]

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them for lysanderirenna … OR… a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets for jasper/dealers choice? OR. neck kisses that turn into love bites. for kasi :3

“Having fun?”

He gets the pleasure of watching the Marquis’ mouth twist beneath his mask, lips parting to greet the man who's appeared at Dorian's shoulder. Watches him realise the use (none) and close his mouth sharp over the words. And then he stops watching him, because — well.

“I am,” he purrs, turning (rude, intentionally) to put his shoulder to the Marquis, twisting towards the Inquisitor. Doesn't bother to watch the angry flush rise: he'll never get tired of the Herald's brusqueness (southern heathenry, from the holiest man on Thedas) but — he's sure — there are more interesting things to look at.

“Come on.” Kasimir doesn't spare the Marquis a glance: beneath my notice, not important enough to warrant a greeting from the Herald of Andraste. Dorian drains the remainder of his warming wine, feels it settle beneath his skin, and bows.

“Do excuse me, Marquis,” because he can never resist twisting the knife, because the man's been talking down to him for the past thirty minutes and he's sick of being asked about Tevinter wines by a man who clearly wishes he had the courage to ask about blood magic, who's going to go home and brag to his servants about spending the night playing the Game with a Tevene magister — because Kasimir calls, and Dorian answers, but that doesn't mean he has to be gracious to these people. “Sacred duty, and all that—”

“Inquisition business?” the Marquis’ eyes widen comically. “Surely not here—”

And then Kasimir — the Inquisitor — puts his hand on Dorian's shoulder, and the conversation ends with a look. He's lead away, into the cool, jasmine-heavy shade of the covered walkway, and Kasimir's hand is heavy on Dorian's shoulder the whole time.

“Is it, really?”

“Really what?”

“Inquisition business.” The Herald's arm keeps brushing his side. Velvet snagging, imagined heat. Dorian swallows. Kasimir pauses — halts their steps, the soft click of boots on stone ringing with the blood in his ears. In the gloom, his eyes are pitch and quicksilver, royal blue turned black by candlelight. Dorian exhales, and watches Kasimir's head tilt. Watches his lips curl, that sideways smirk, never-quite showing teeth.

Andraste's Herald, lilywhite hair gilded in the candlelight, looking at Dorian (Tevinter, magister, the snake in the shadows) like devouring.

“You looked bored,” he says, and Dorian shudders. There's a note in his voice that Dorian can't place: softer, more intimate than is technically appropriate; he licks his lips (slower than reasonably necessary, just to watch those eyes dip) and smiles.

“So it's a rescue mission?”

“Something like that.”

Kasimir's eyes are still on his mouth. His lips sting like lyrium, like veilfire, like oh-Maker-please, and when he (bites) (shows teeth) (takes the bait) he does so with a sense of drowning.

It isn't the first time. Nor is it the dirtiest thing they've done, a slow, (somewhat) chaste kiss hidden in the eaves of the Winter Palace, but it twists inside him like a blade. Like possession, something inside him coiling sharp. Hands at his hips, drifting upwards: a hand at his throat, thumb over his pulse, feeling it race. Then the wall's at his back, and there's teeth in his lip, and he thinks:

Kasimir, negotiating with the Empress of Orlais with Dorian's blood on his teeth,

Kasimir, wearing Dorian's marks on his skin,

Kasimir, and he breathes it out silverblue breathless, and the hand in his hair tightens and tugs and his head tips back.

Teeth in his throat. Dorian sees stars.

This will leave a mark. Kasimir bites (Dorian gasps) and his teeth are blunt and unrelenting. His nails score Dorian's scalp: his fingers bruise Dorian's waist. Dorian presses into both, the hungry, hurting touch, and it thrums through him like a wardrum, slow-building thunder. He shifts, presses his thigh between Kasimir's legs, and Inquisitor-Herald-Kasimir makes a low animal sound that hits Dorian like a blow. Knocks the air from his lungs, knocks his legs out at the knees, and he pushes at Kasimir's shoulders, hands greedy, grasping, spins them around so he can lean on Kasimir leaning on the wall and—

—the Inquisitor lets him, pliant and passive, tilts his head back so Dorian can drop a kiss sharpedged on his bruised, curling lips. An indulgence, an allowance: it shivers through him, that lazy unsubmission, that heady promise of what else he might be allowed.

The bruise on his neck throbs like a heartbeat. There isn't enough blood in his body, vision silver around the edges. He breathes hard into Kasimir's mouth, and feels the ghost of his teeth at his lips.

Having fun, indeed.

[bazdotil]

one note and me and @c4rdz draw it (i'm lying)

[michithing]

girl time!2

[pro-prin-prinny]

Julia: "You are a terrible mother!"

Momma Graves: "Funny, that's never stopped you from calling me 'mommy.'"

[girl-stuck-shenanigans]

my pinned post or my about me, whichever sounds better!

salutations! im gemma/emery, im a girl innocently running this blog and having the best time of my life eheheh

i use she/him! both are preferred.

if you want more- go try and scavenge for my sideblog! if your lucky, you might find it!! >;D

im some sort of queer eldritch beast that lurks in dimly lit, murky willows of tumblr... effortfully seeking for fan-content deep in the black mysterious sludge....

the fandoms i revolve around are homestuck, adventure time, SAW (all movies), GOWR, percy jackson, warrior cats, and more!

thats all you really need to know about this blog, other than the fact its mostly reblogs and rarely art/posts from me personally. have fun!

[c4rdz]

the homies r finished trigun stampede while i am playing genshin cuz i have already seen the entire show and i will not shut up

[utsdrawingcircle]

My drug addiction prevented me from organizing the folders I’m never going sober.

-🍆✨

[goomyloid]

Girltime

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea Prompt 6- The remains of the truth are told in lies.

(Plops onto a couch with the boys are back in town play, I take a shoe off and throw at the radio) Guess whos make rent free in my mind.

It started out as something simple- he was bored.

Tired and bored of this prison- of Eternal sugar either ranting like a madwoman or sleeping, of Burning Spice antagonizing anyone and everyone (namely any of the other four- include him.) Salt spent half the time jst swing his sword into the random silver trees of this endless forest in the name of training- while Mystic Flour did anything she could to destory the place. It was never not loud.

So he was heavily annoyed, pissed and bored when it happened.

One minute he was so very alone- and in the next it was like he was sharing apart of himself. He felt his soul sink as it hit him; The witches- those bastard witches- chose to give his soul jam away!

(He doesn't remember his manic- desperate and broken laughter he let out and no one heard him- atleast not one of the other beasts.)

(He freezes as he feels something that feels so much like concern and wellwishes flow over him as his laughter calms and his tears for another. Hie smile sink away as that feeling increases- Warm, comforting, almost addicting-)

(He hasn't felt this way since his own creation. As much as they were created to live and support each other and be the virtues for all cookies... They never were quite that.)

(Salt silent was almost always by Burning Spice's side- while Mystic flour and Eternal sugar had weekly 'girltime'. He could understand everything to a degree- but he felt.... left out.)

(Shadow Milk cookie had people yes- but did those people have him?)

He swallows as it burns into him- this was his replacement. He should hate him with everything in, for taking away his power for stealing what is not his, for-

That concerned bubble as it felt almost reaching.

(He finds it inside of- he can't hate this cookie.)

He doesn't quite manifest, but he does come to meet his counterpart.

He looks at the blond fluffy haired, closed eyed cookie before him. He doesn't form as he speaks, "Greetings, I am the light of truth, It is good to meet you." The cookie gives a bright- warm smile, "I am Pure Vanilla Cookie, it is good to meet you Light of truth."

Pure Vanilla- a cookie so full of warmth, so full of kindness.

Pure Vanilla cookie- so much like he used to be.

(Shadow Milk cannot bring himself to hate his replacement- cannot even bring himself to indifference.)

(So he becomes the Light of truth- it spite of all the lies he's told.)

(What he doesn't see is the other beast don't notice him missing for what is months- and the moment they realize they go searching, what they find with horror is comatose- crack filled almost husk of his body.)

(He doesn't see the beasts shake as it happens- the fear that forms.)

(They believed themselves too high- yet here is one of their own almost dead because they left him alone.)

(How twisted of the witches)

(and how cruel of them to only realize the issue now.)