#goodnight o7

[dreampearls]

stay warm okay

[lizclipse]

i’ve been fairly confident that my gender is ‘woman’ for a while now, but my sexuality?? like i have leanings in vibes and basically no genital pref (tongue in or around idc) but like. how do i describe this. most people seem to have a character or bunch of characters that they are attracted to. i… really haven’t. like i’ve had ones where i’ve said are attractive because it’s kinda expected that you have a few but honestly? i’ve don’t really see a character and have that feeling of “oh god they’re hot!!” it’s always just a more plain “huh they do be attractive shaped”. sometimes more but quite rarely?

it’s sort of becoming more and more present to me since getting back on tumblr and seeing so many people gush about what they find hot or rp-ing or being generally sexual. the idea of being sexually charged with someone else is like. weird to me. like saying a bunch of sexy things and getting all hot and bothered is something that just doesn’t click in my brain, and is actually quite alien, especially if i’m not quite familiar with that person

idk where i’ve been going with this. i guess it’s just a vague hand waving that idk what the fuck to classify myself as anymore. i’m definitely not just straight/gay, bi/pan feel too strong, asexual feels not strong enough. i’m kinda at a point of just giving up

my sexuality is just ‘eh’ at the moment. and i think i’m fine with that

[trenchcoat-full-of-snails]

Don't have to go outside tomorrow!!! Celebrating with a 10mg tablet of melatonin at 8:30pm 🎉💗

[what-the-fuck-khr]

alright back to sleep it’s 5:40am lmfao

[autistickfigure]

boob

[evisxerate]

I need to hear a Miss Piggy/Kermit cover of Go Away by Weezer. immediately

[futuristichedge]

Happy colors

[d0d0-b0i]

bees n stuff

[malhare-archive]

[slumbergoblin]

Megoosa

[chimerahyperfix]

This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!

You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)

It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and

Hmm. That's not water.

How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.

Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.

Perhaps a bit too much, actually.

[pineappical]

he loved the book!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

shuffles out of my den, places on the table, adn shuffles back in

[anuphim]

THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE LAUNCH TRAILER STARTS JUST AFTER I HAVE TO GO TO BED IM FJJAHA RHA AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lavampira]

wip whenever

ty @hythlodaes and @scionshtola beloveds for the tag!! passing it along to @coldshrugs @birues @this-is-ris @elvves @daggertongue @eluvixns @erielake @hylfystt @kirnet @creaking-skull @carlosoliveiraa @narrativefoiltrope @night-triumphantt @sysba @veeples @yloiseconeillants @oh-yeah-no if anyone has creative things to share <3 I’ve been working on some backstory stuff for my call of cthulhu ttrpg oc, lon, so this is a bit of that:

“So, Lonnie, tell me,” Ethan began, stretching languidly as he sprawled in the muddy grass like he was only on vacation in the countryside, not camped a mile from the nearest trench. “You have a sweetheart back home?”

“I— What?” Lon spluttered.

“Surely a handsome chap like yourself has someone.”

Lon dared to look at him more fully, keeping his face neutral as he turned his gaze on him. He was met with that damn crooked smirk once again, and he still couldn’t tell by it if he was the butt of some sort of joke with this man or if it was simply the natural state of his face. Ethan didn’t laugh, though, only watched him beneath the hand shielding his eyes from the sun, awaiting his response.

The smirk faltered, and Lon began to wonder—

No, he halted that before it could get anywhere dangerous. Other men talked about these things, he knew. Everyone needed to cling to those better memories of home, or someone to keep them going in the middle of this hell, and he was just making polite conversation.

And calling him handsome was likely just another one of those strange Ethan eccentricities.

“I don’t,” Lon finally said, ducking his face to hide the warmth spreading up his cheeks, and drew up his long legs to drape his arms around his knees. He was aiming for ease even as he felt anything but that, all too aware of his stiff movements and the gaze still burning a hole into his side. “Not for a while.”

“Shame.”

He shrugged. “How about you?”

“Likewise. It’s… difficult to find someone who matches my particular tastes.”

His head snapped back to Ethan before he could stop it, far too much of an admission than he wanted to make himself, especially without being sure that he understood him correctly. After all, what he’d said was innocuous enough. It didn’t have to mean anything more than he was too particular and eccentric, which he knew. But Lon stared at the man still gazing up at him from the grass, who jutted his chin in a show of defiance even as his dark brown eyes flashed with nerves, not backing down from his own half-confession despite the risk.

Something in his boldness caught like flame to wick within Lon because he muttered through a too-tight throat, “I know that feeling well.”

[cashmere-caveman]

Joy Harjo, Perhaps the World Ends Here | House of the Dragon 1.02 The Rogue Prince | Hanif Abdurraqib, On Hunger | House of the Dragon 1.03 Second of His Name | Hanif Abdurraqib, Welcome To Heartbreak | Chris Abani, Poet of an Ordinary Heartbreak | House of the Dragon 1.01 The Heirs of the Dragon | House of the Dragon 1.08 The Lord of the Tides | Yaedi Ignatow, We Were Love

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