#i am elderly

[strange-aeons]

hi! what piercing studios in toronto do you reccomend?

I go to Bini Tattoo. They have 2 locations and do $25 piercing Tuesdays

[softguarnere]

Wildflower

Shifty Powers x reader

Warnings: seasonal depression, some discussions of what are probably the starting signs of PTSD, discussions of war, a brief reference to implied sex

A/N: The semester is over and I have returned to writing 🥳 It feels so good to really be back! This is another one for all my seasonally depressed baddies 🫶🏼 You know back in the fall when I said that spring would come again and we would feel better? It finally happened! I feel alive, and I finished finals, so I also feel free! Let's enjoy it while we can, shall we?

A sequel to She Used to Be Mine, because I really liked that fic (and also because I've always wanted a birthday fic, but the fact of the matter is that I'm far too shy to ever request one 😅) It's another self-indulgent fic, but we'll excuse it by writing it off as a birthday/end of the semester celebration, shall we? 🤭

(As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) And as always, I hope you all like this💕🕊️

The air outside the pile of blankets on the bed is pleasantly cool against your cheeks. Under the blankets and against the pillow, in the world of sleep, it’s warm and inviting. The promise of continued dreams tempts you to burrow further into the warmth and delay the day’s start for as long as you can. Yet at the same time, the cool, fresh air of the bedroom holds the promises of what already feels like a propitious day. And something tells you that the other body in the bed feels the same way.

Eyes still closed, you reach out for him, as has become routine these past few months. Reassuring yourself that he’s there and that he’s fine and that you’re together in Virginia and not a frozen hole in the ground of Bastogne makes starting the day a little easier; it makes your togetherness real and tangible instead of a dream that might slip from your fingers and into the snow. 

You find his arm. Warm, steady, real. You pull yourself closer to him. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes as you place your head on his chest.

“Did you sleep well?” His voice is deep with sleep. His eyes are probably still closed, too.

“Yes. Did you?”

“I did.” You didn’t wake up in the night and feel the need to pace the house, willing the sun to come up faster with every step. And you didn’t wake to find the bed empty and Shifty sitting by the window, staring out at the darkness. You did both sleep well. “Did I wake you?”

He lets out a sigh, stretches a little before settling back into the mattress. “No. I was just waitin’. Didn’t wanna start the day without you.”

You finally crack your eyes so that you can see him. A small smile tugs the corner of his lips upward as he watches you. But the true smile is in his eyes. Getting to see someone so beautiful and sincere when you first open your eyes is tantamount to seeing the fog flush gold and pink as it rises from every crack and cranny of the mountains, carrying the prayers of ancestors high above the blue ridges.

“You’re very sweet.”

“No, you.” He’s gotten better at taking compliments, but sometimes he’s still too humble to accept them.

“Careful,” you tease. “Keep complimenting me like that and I might make you marry me.”

Shifty chuckles, pulling his left hand from under the blankets and flashing the band that calls his ring finger home. “Well (Y/N), darlin’, I don’t think I’m gonna have to worry about that one, seein’ as I went willingly to the altar.”

He let’s out a laugh, cheery and bright when you jokingly shove him. He catches your hand and presses a quick kiss to your knuckles.

“But if you keep complimentin’ me like that, I’m gonna have to repay it in full.”

“In full, huh?” You quirk an eyebrow. “Well, it’s Sunday, and we have the time . . . I think I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Shifty said he didn’t want to start the day without you. Now he’s going to get his wish. You press a kiss to his jaw and pull him in closer, closer. As far as you’re concerned, the rest of the world can wait a little longer.

. . .

Spring creeps in with the rains. Slowly, and then abruptly, the world bursts into bloom as the temperature climbs a degree higher each day, matched by the rising zenith of the sun hiking across the sky. On each ridge and every mountain, green steadily stains the slopes as more trees awaken from their slumber and birth new leaves each day.

Sad, how some people miss the transformation. So caught up in the monotony of their lives that they don’t even notice the rebirth of the world around them – how the naked grey mountains color themselves, or how the dark sky lightens to a brilliant blue as deep and inviting as any ocean.

And you, too, have felt a change. You have come back to life. Instead of trudging down the path you were on, you’ve greeted each new day with a heart brimming with all the warmth of the spring sun. You’re like one of the wildflowers that fill the fields – free and full of life.

Sometimes Shifty gives you a look, and you know that with all his keen powers of observation, he has taken note of the change. Something about him is different as well. He’s more animated, and he rests better at night. Some evenings he comes in from the woods, his cheeks marked pink from the sun, and with a smile that never leaves his face, even in the depths of sleep.

In those moments it’s like winter never happened; it’s like that winter in Bastogne never happened, never using skeletal fingers of cold to plant distaste for that season in your mind, body, and soul. If only it could be spring like this forever . . . Maybe it can be – will be – in the warmth of California.

“Hey.” As you walk down the path to the house in the fading light, Shifty squeezes your hand. Then he echoes the same question he asked you months ago, when the color, light, and warmth that you crave were fading from the world instead of bleeding back into it. “Are you okay?”

“It’s warm out,” you answer. “Even in the evenings, now.” This time, it’s you who fixes him with a sideways glance, taking in the way that the deep oranges and pinks of the sunset reflects off the clouds, dappling the light that shines on his hair. “You know, that Christmas, I never thought that I would feel warm again. And in the winter, there were times that I never thought that I would feel okay again.”

“Me too.” He stops walking and sighs, his dark eyes roaming over the renewed vibrance of the gently sloping landscape. His frown is so out of place among it all. “I love it here.”

You squeeze his hand. “I know. I do, too.”

“But I can’t – “ He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Things just ain’t the same anymore. And it seems foolish to hope that they will be.” For a moment, the only sound is that of the creek singing nearby as Shifty lapses into silence. When he speaks again, his voice is soft. “I don’t really wanna leave this place, but I know that it’s for the best.”

“I know. It’s hard to think about moving away. But when winter comes . . .”

He nods. “We gotta take a break from winter. And then maybe . . . Someday.”

“We can always visit here in the summer.”

“That’s true. It’ll always be here, waitin’ for us.”

Waiting for you. What a nice thought. All the fields and valleys that you’ve ever loved and thought of as home will still be here for you, and all those who come after who will adore them in the same way.  

“Besides,” Shifty says, unable to hide his sly smile. “I like seein’ you so happy. And if movin’ to California means that I get to see you smilin’ all the time, then I’m luckier than any man who prefers the snow.”

You kiss him then, standing on the path, the colors of spring all around you. He tastes like sunshine and lemonade. You could hold onto that forever.

You will, every day, in the land of the sun – California. But today the sunshine is here, in Virginia, and you will enjoy it while you can, in the place where you first gave your heart to the man who can make any place feel so warm and like home.  

[something-tofightfor]

Today was my little brother’s 20th birthday and we went over to have ice cream cake and spend a couple hours with him… and it turned into playing different music from the 90’s and early 2000’s for him to see if he could identify songs and artists.

Let me tell you, I have never felt more elderly.

He could not differentiate between BSB and NSYNC. He doesn’t know who o town is. He could not name a single Linkin Park song. He’s never heard of Savage Garden and had NO IDEA what Tubthumping was.

I asked him to name a popular singer and he said “Dan Reynolds” so apparently he knows who the fuck imagine dragons are, but when we showed him pictures of singers and asked him to pick out Justin Timberlake he couldn’t do it.

I feel like I failed at introducing him to music the same way my dad did for me, but like … we tried, and he just didn’t care.

[mxfortune-teller]

I may be drunk and high, but sometimes I miss ~2013-2014 Tumblr

[gaykuvira]

merry christmas- i’ve been following your blog for like 9-10 years now, always cool to see when you post

TEN YEARS????? I'm showing this to the cashier next time I buy coffee to get a senior discount

[fortunatefires]

They crave that mineral, god damn it.

[alienssstufff]

hii are you doing requests? If so could I have a jaiden or a Bobby or a jaiden and a Bobby :]

*smiles* didnt say which jaiden :]

[alpacacare-archive]

Not enough joy and light today. Time for silly dadster and papyrus 🙏

Bonus:

[faerieomenart]

KURT ART GO! Sí, sí, y más. Another art dump. Close ups. VVV

I love fuzzy Kurt but I can't draw it well for my life :(( some Gambit and Rogue to heal the soul btw. They're in love ok ok? Btw beared Kurt in the sketch dump is my phone lockscreen, just calling myself out. And my background is the doodle of myself fawning over him aksjdkj. No shame.

Also have no idea how to draw Kurt consistently rip. Sorry to anyone who tries and cares to read all the random notes, idk why I do that, but they're not important ajskjsk.

Lost the dates drawn, but idc bc they are recent.

[canisalbus]

Imagine for a moment that reincarnation is real... and now imagine senior, gray muzzle Vasco rescuing a sickly albino horse who seems very frightened and uncomfortable with the concept of being a horse. Vasco is too old and frail to ride anymore, as you've mentioned in the past if i remember correctly, but he takes this horse in.

No one at the stable can even make eye contact with this pale steed without its ears pinning back and its eyes threatening to bulge out of its head. However, Vasco visits every day he is physically able to, so he can gently comb its mane and tail and handfeed it oats and hay, since it refuses to eat otherwise.

Vasco doesn't give the horse a name, but in a voice soft enough for the two of them to hear, he calls it various old pet names only he should know. He swears the horse's eyes light up at his words despite not fully believing the possibility.

Regardless, they comfort each other.

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[lesbinewren]

not surprising but still wild that google added an ai feature to the very top of every single searches that gives incorrect information more often than not. like a beloved restaurant that randomly starts topping all of their food with cyanide one day for no reason. no you’re not allowed to ask them to not top your dish with cyanide this is the future of food

[petoskeystones]

everyone has to pick a franklin expedition crew member to write a self insert novel about (your call on romance or not) and i call torrington and jartnell (theyre a set). my self insert is taking them shopping at the mall and then we are going to a frat party where jorrington will learn about vaping and jartnell will learn about standing awkwardly in a kitchen.

[something-tofightfor]

Today is a “knee brace on both knees” kind of day.

🙃

[yardsards]

i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[kataracy]

Kataang Week DAY 3 // Confessions & Whispers

Wanna get out of here?