#i havent listened to graduation yet

[llumimoon]

VOTE FOR TAYLOR AND I WILL DRAW FOR YOU

hi there. my name is Cal and despite already being knees deep in requests i WILL draw you a quick doodle of any character or oc of your choice if you can send me an ask showing me proof that you voted for Taylor DNDADS Swift in the alloaro showdown!! (he is unrelated to the singer of the same name)

HERE R SOME EXAMPLES OF MY ART:

THERE IS ONLY ONE DAY LEFT IN THE POLL!!!

VOTE FOR TAYLOR NOW! TURN THE ODDS!

@alloarocharactershowdown

[mxwhore]

embarrassing sex!!¡ fuck yea!!!

[emakenz]

pissed off laying in my piss bed that iris pissed on literally the day after i got this new bed set and soaked the brand new mattress that still smells like her piss to this day and the smell transfers to everything that lays on that spot and so i cant use my brand new sheets as they still smell of piss and if i use any other sheets theyll smell like piss and my blanket thats brand new smells like piss along with my pillows and brand new build a bear expensive ass plushes and its been over half a year since i got this bed and it still pisses me off that i cant get the smell out of this mattress and it makes me want to cry so bad there are tears in my eyes like why out of all the times you piss on something it has to be my brand fucking new bed that was expensive as hell. i know she was stressed and she didnt know and she wanted to mark her territory but god fucking DAMMIT. i cant have fucking anything and i cant do anything about it. i love my cats but now i cant even trust them enough to let them in my room and it saddens me bc id love to snuggle up with them at night but i cant bc theyre stinky piss babies. ive tried everything to keep them from pissing where they shouldnt and to keep them happy and stress free but its fucking hard when i cant even control whats happening around me and it certainly doesnt fucking help they they just had to ruin my shit. im having a meltdown over having a pissy mattress. anyone got any tips on deep cleaning piss out of literally everything in my household?

[jaemified]

last - xu minghao

"i dont want our first time to be our last."

pairing ; xu minghao x fem!reader

genre ; suggestive (haaahahhahaa), est relationship, hao and reader are graduates (kinda)

warnings ; implied mature themes, first time together but not first time overall

wordcount ; 0.7k

synopsis ; youre going to the states for college, minghaos pursuing his dream in korea. and hes gonna miss you, badly.

note - hao is so bf in this pic help

read below the cut !

"i got accepted into pledis, and ive decided, that i want to take the chance ive been given." minghao told y/n, letting her down easy.

'huh', she thought. it finally made sense to her now, why hed been slightly more distant then normal, and why now, with 2 months left of summer before her freshmen year of college, that he decided so abruptly that they needed to meet up.

"so thats it? youre going to korea, and im going to california? im glad youre doing what makes you happy but, why couldnt you have told me sooner? theres not much time left and we both know long distance relationships never work, i mean most movies end with the main characters being across the state, but across the world? 9066km is way to far-"

minghao cuts her off with a soft kiss, his hand moving up to her shoulder, grip growing tighter with every passing second.

the loving kiss which was meant to shut his talkative girlfriend up began to rise into something a little more.

"you worry a lot, you know?" he playfully scoffed while he leaned back, resting his forehead against hers as he moves the same hand which once rested on her shoulder, up to the back of her head.

"im just, really, really gonna miss you.." y/n whispers, before pulling him again once more by the collar of his dress shirt.

minghao lowly whimpers as y/n slightly nips at his lower lip with her teeth, then goes in for another kiss with minghao licking her own bottom lip, asking for her to let him in during the process.

pulling away, he pushes y/n down onto the bed, adding pressure onto her lower stomach with his own body weight before he goes to hover over her.

she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, tilting her head to give minghao more access to her neck as he leans down, licking and sucking to find that one spot where she knows splotches of red would be left for her to remember him by for days.

y/n sighed as she listened to the wet sounds of minghao kissing on her neck, biting back a whimper as he reached the one spot on her neck he loved marking the most.

moving one arm down, he leaned onto his right arm while pressing his lower body into the girl below him, slightly grinding his bulge into her clothed heat through it all.

"youre so good to me, hao." she mutters into his ear, leaving a small peck on the side of his head.

he just mumbled something incoherent in response.

with his free hand, he swiftly unbuttoned the top portion of y/ns blouse, slipping his hand under her little black bralette he would always praise her in as he would watch her get dressed.

before he could do anything else, y/n quickly held minghaos wrist. as soon as he felt her hold around him, he pulled his hand back and sat up. "whats wrong? did i hurt you? he questioned with a genuine but concerned tone, using a soft voice that always managed to have y/ns head spinning.

"not at all, its just, youre leaving, and im scared."

"dont be scared, my love. im here for you, you can tell me anything. do you not want to? its fine if you dont, we can stop-" "hao, im okay. its just.." she interrupts him, then pauses.

"just?"

"i dont want our first time to be our last."

"i understand. just know i still love you."

"i love you too. but, i want to. it just feels like we are already saying goodbye even though we havent left yet."

"we arent saying goodbye. just see you later. even so, its not for another 2 months."

"but what if you meet someone better then me? what if she treats you better then i ever can? what if-" minghao stops her mid sentence with yet another kiss on the lips, but shorter then the first.

"theres no one better then you. ill visit you when i can. and when i do, we can do anything you want. fast, or slow." "ew." "you cant say ew just as im about to fuck you."

"youre right."

"you dont have to, y/n. you can back out now, its not to late."

"no, im ready." she gives him a reassuring smile.

"then, let me take care of you tonight. ill go soft on you."

[is-on-its-way]

my problem with iwtb... I think?

Okay Im not sure Im eloquent enough to meta my feelings on this topic, I also havent seen enough past season 8s finale to really have perfect opinions on this, but from the clips I see on here and reddit etc. I have issues I need to work out…  

There is something about the characterisation of Mulder in IWTB that really annoys me. And please correct me if Im wrong on his motivations. Usually my protest is the mistreatment of Scully. But in this case I think theres a certain mistreatment of Mulder’s character that really irks the shit out of me. 

Firstly Mulder comes off as Tom Brady in this movie. So single minded and stuck in his ways he couldn’t possibly figure out how to live his life without the one thing that he thinks makes him successful or that he lives for. Two things... its the wrong obsession (more on that in a moment) and this is the opposite of where his character has been hurtling since he met Scully so as written it makes no sense.

The thing mulder was obsessed with and searching for since he was 13 years old was solved. He got his answer when he found out what happened to his sister. He was freed from his lifelong quest. He even was ready to give the agent thing up in the s7 finale, telling Scully the price had been too high and she needed to stop. Meaning he would also be stopping, bc he never wanted to do it without her. Sure he wanted to keep fighting in 8 to protect his baby, but they got rid of the baby atp, so Im not gonna get into that rn.

Turning him into the FBI agent ghost of Tom Brady was… a choice. Throwing away the love of his life, the one who believed him, the one who listened and supported him and loved him back endlessly for what? To help the organisation that tried to murder him? No. I just dont really believe it at all, because it's just not believable. 

Secondly, would he maybe have a midlife crisis? Sure. Would he be lost or depressed? I could absolutely see it, they lost a child found out the aliens were taking over earth. Would Scully commit him rather than leave him alone in that house? For sure. And it would’ve apparently been the culmination of the plot line Morgan and Wong had worked towards since the beginning... 

Realistically, he might've been lost for a while with the end of the quest for his sister. I get it, you work your entire life for something and its always just within reach and when you finally accomplish it, you think well what now? You’d thought, you’d held onto the fact that when you got to the top of the mountain you would feel happy and accomplished and relieved. But when you turn around at the summit from the horizon of the breadth of your work, youre met with yet another peak ahead. Some other goal, some other thing that occupies your mind because thats what your mind is used to.

You’re just going to have a really hard time convincing me for Mulder it was searching for proof of Aliens in random magazines, (when he knows there are aliens and they have invasion plans) instead of preventing the 2012 thing, publishing actual papers under his Luder pseudonym, and making sure Scully knew how much he loved her as his family had never done for him, making sure he made Samantha proud and lived the life she missed once he let her memory rest. 

Thirdly he is intelligent, a psych major with alien superpowers, who graduated from Oxford. Would he be bumbling around making paranormal magazine collages a la Charlie Kelly when he ALREADY knows the endgame? Would he be dealing with random cases and helping the FBI who betrayed him and put him on death row?

Or would he be using Marita Covarrubias and his apparent new power to speak to the dead to try and stop the invasion by any means necessary? Would he be combing over Maritas paperwork, medical records, UN contacts, payment histories to find, like all those bees in Tunisia for example? Would he not be having Scully research this magnetite thing and getting papers written about its properties so that when the hybrids make themselves known there would be literature for people to find? or engineering an anti bee-virus virus? (damn those effing bees btw) Would he not be using every power of his beautiful mind to continue fighting in any way he could, fully of the reservation? 

And could Scully then rightly say don’t bring that darkness into our home? Because my answer would be no. Even if she did go back to being a medical doctor (Im going to ignore the surgeon part because its out of character and would take her redoing residency etc. lets labor under the impression she’s a family doctor or ER doctor). They were right about one thing, the darkness follows them, and would still even if they both stopped looking. Thats the show after all.

Would she maybe have wanted a vacation where he could row her to a deserted island in the adirondacks? Sure. Would she be okay with letting an alien invasion happen in 2012 and saying to Mulder stop fighting? No. When one of them quits the other supports and encourages them back to the mission. Thats the show. If anything Scully having the breakdown about that darkness would’ve made more sense.

Anyway my point being, the transition from Mulder fighting for the big picture to him being a sad shell of himself in his hoarder office, telling Scully they weren't meant to be together is... jarring to say the least, and nonsensical. 😔

[bridgyrose]

Blake took a few deep breaths as she felt a little blood drip down her arm and into the sink. The rag she kept pressed against her arm was already stained, part of her daily routine as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The scars that ran down her arms were just a reminder of the pain she felt, the pain she had tried to leach out to feel herself. And the pain never left no matter how many times she tired. 

“Are you okay in there?” Ruby asked as she knocked on the bathroom door. “You’ve been in there for a while.” 

Blake slowly pulled the rag away from her arm and relaxed a bit when she saw the bleeding had stopped. “Almost done! I just need a few more minutes!” 

“Dont take too long or we’ll be late!” 

“You can go ahead of me!” 

“You’re part of our team, we wont start leaving without you. Even for class.” 

Blake let out a soft sigh as she turned the water on and washed the blood off the knife, taking care to make sure it was disinfected after its use. She knew those words were supposed to be an affirmation of where she belonged, that she had people to belong to who werent going to leave her. But those same words felt hollow. She was part of their team for now, but would she be after they graduated? A year after graduation? Five years? How could she be certain any of them would stick with her? Adam made it clear that no one besides him would want her, and even then she didnt really belong with him. 

Once the blade was cleaned, Blake dried it off carefully and washed her arm to get rid of the dried blood. As the water ran clear as the last of the blood washed away, she bandaged her arm to hide the cut she made and finished getting dressed. Then, she put up a few fake smiles until she found one that she liked on her reflection and walked out of the bathroom. 

Weiss nearly pushed past her as she made her way into the bathroom, the usual scowl on her face. “You nearly take longer than Yang in there!” 

“It takes time to look like this,” Yang retorted. “Besides, she has just as much hair as you and I do. You know it takes a while to get that taken care of.” 

“Still, I’d like to be able to get ready without being late.” 

“Then get up earlier.” 

Blake’s smile became a bit more genuine as she listened to Yang and Weiss argue like they normally did. And yet, it didnt ease the pain she felt about being left behind. That all of this was going to come to an end in the next few months once they graduated. Everyone going their separate ways and not looking back. 

Her smile slowly faded as she packed her backpack with everything she needed for class. Her fingers nearly lingered on each book and notepad she picked up as if this touch was going to be her last. Though she paused as she heard Ruby ask a question she didnt quite catch, her voice almost muffled. “What was that?” 

“I asked if you wanted to come with me to get breakfast,” Ruby asked again. “Weiss will be a little while and the cafeteria will close soon, so going now to get breakfast for everyone might not be a bad plan.” 

Blake nodded and got up once she finished packing her pack. “Sure.” 

“We better hurry then.” 

Blake put up a smile and quietly followed after Ruby. Her smile dropped again without her noticing as she continued to follow, more focused on each step she took than the time she was spending with Ruby. 

“Are you okay?” Ruby asked. 

“Of course-” 

“I mean are you really okay? You’ve seemed… distant.” 

“Distant?” Blake half asked. “I havent been trying to be distant. I’ve been myself.” 

“Well, yeah, but you’ve been quieter.” 

Blake went quiet again as if to prove Ruby’s point, not quite sure what more to say. Her hand went to the newest cut on her arm as she squeezed, unable to tell Ruby what was really on her mind nor could she tell her what she’d been doing in the bathroom that morning. “I-I’m fine,” Blake lied. “Really, I’m fine.” 

“If you say so.” 

“I’d tell you if I wasnt.” *If I could admit I wasnt* Blake thought to herself as she pulled her hand away from her arm. It was easier to try to push those feelings away, those thoughts of being left behind and only useful when people wanted her. And yet, those feelings never went away. Always lingering, looming behind her like a geist ready to take her. 

Her steps slowed until she stopped near an open window, looking out to watch the sunrise. She could remember the days that she used to watch them with her mother and father as they were traveling with the White Fang, the days she’d try to drag Adam out with her, the nights that she had stayed up until the sunrise, just to climb into bed before being dragged out on another mission for Adam. All those moments bittered as she closed her eyes and took a breath. 

“Blake? Blake!” 

She didnt know when she leaned over a bit too far, or that she leaned over the windowsill to begin with. But she opened her eyes as she felt Ruby grab the back of her shirt and call her name, body frozen as she looked down at the pavement below. Her heart stayed at a calm beat, and even as she was pulled back into the hallway she couldnt help but look at Ruby with a near blank stare. 

“I-I… you tried… are you sure everything is okay?” Ruby asked as she sat down next to Blake. 

Blake finally looked away from Ruby and down at the floor, not sure how to answer. It was almost as if her body had been on autopilot, not aware of anything that happened to this point beyond what she had done this morning. Sure, the thoughts of death had enticed her once before, not having to worry about what she’d done or having to deal with her parents again, disappearing to be nothing more than a footnote in other’s lives. 

And yet, she hadnt wanted to die yet. She had wanted to see herself through graduation, see the first few missions she’d find herself after becoming a huntress… it wasnt something she had wanted to give up so easily. Blake finally shook her head and sighed. “I-I dont…. I dont know.” 

“You dont know?” 

“I dont know… I’m not…” Blake slowly started to lift her sleeve, then pulled it back down. She finally looked at Ruby, her voice shaking as she spoke. “I… I dont… want to be alone.” 

Ruby nodded and took Blake’s hand. “You wont be.” 

“But how can I believe that? You all will leave when we graduate and I’ll have to-” 

“None of us are going to leave you. We’re a team, we’ll always stick together. And if life pulls us apart, we’ll find a way to keep in touch.” 

Blake slowly nodded and wiped away a few tears. “Can… can we talk after class? I… I need to talk to all of you.” 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay until then?” 

“I will. I need to keep going. For you.”

[sirensea14]

Until this fucking school year ends, the demons in my head are not gonna stop bugging me.

I need a cure i need a cure i need a cure i need a cure i need a cure i need a cure i need a cure i need a cureineedacureineedacureinewdacureinedddacureineedacureineeedacureinnaeeeedandyeijnaaedacureineeedacueeninneedacure

Damnit, if its suspension and all then how're we supposed to graduate if we havent even fucking finished all the rushed activities? The prelims? The exams? The research? But theyre suspending cus of the extreme heat... Then they should have waited til june to open the school gates back then instead of now. Suffering in the extreme fucking heat. Ugh, im glad we can do asynchronous classes but it's also bad cuz, the graduation picture that we're supposed to do?? And the payment to it--i still havent paid for our possible gradpic! Damn it damnit fucking damnit.

Im fucking stressed the hell out here and what should i damn do to these nitwits of a government doing shit? I dont know what can i fucking do with this asynch classes. Im fucking fustrated cuz i havent paid yet, we need to take our grad pic as soon as possible cuz fucking damnit i cant stand this medium hair length anymore!! ITS WAY TOO FUCKING HOT AND ITS HEAVY IN MY HEAD IF I TIE IT WITH MY CLAM THING.

Lets see... Personal discomfort, extreme heat, school activities, fustration over grad pic, fucling financial issues... What more to add, hmmmm... Oh and reality blocking my stupid brain from doing something creative like doing my shitty art.

I need to breathe. But its nighttime and as much as i want to go outside cuz nighttime is fucking cool as hell in a temperature way, i cant. Parents wont allow me, they would scold me "no. its way too dangerous outside, go sleep".

Im just angry. Maybe thats all that im feeling right now. Funny how im listening to an angry song rn to perfectly describe my feelings.

I might go into my lowest state again like 4 or 5 days ago? I dont quite remember, but all i know is i recovered thru watching The Boys Gaming channel on yt play mario party.

I do not know why tf should i be posting this shit, i just like it and felt more comfortable sharing my thoughts here (ngl i am comfortable too in discord but i feel like im ranting way too much there)

I dont care if anyone thinks this is weird but im posting this shit cuz i tell my problems to no one and then now i can do it anyways (bottling up problems go brrrrrr)

[blackshadowswriter]

So uhhh I'm alive everyone!!! I'm not sure if anyone cares at this point given my um very long writing hiatus (holy shit it's been like a year hasn't it) and dipping for like a month but I just wanted to let my mutuals and anyone who gaf know that I am indeed not dead yet.

I took a brief summer vacay and then my summer classes started and having been kicking. my. ass. Idk why I chose a literature class in the summer, like I don't even need this class to graduate but I guess I love to torture myself. I really shouldn't be complaining bc it isn't that hard, just a lot of busy work and writing essays in like a day and shit, but I have another class starting soon, so I'll probably be going under any time soon.

I probably won't be writing much anytime soon (i'm so sorry about that) since I'm already doing so much of that and not the enjoyable kind, but I'm aiming to get at least one fic out by the end of summer. Setting really loose goals for myself here lol (watch me not even make that one)

@farfromstrange bestie ive missed you sm and i just needed you to know i havent forgotten you and i've been thinking about you all the time and i read all your posts, i just havent found time to reply yet, and im so sorry I hope you aren't mad, but i hope hope hope you're okay girl, i love you <3

and @starfanatic im so sorry to leave you hanging 😭 i swear i wasnt abandoning you, I miss you and our lil convos all the time, and i hope you aren't mad at me either <3

Anyways thanks for listening to my yap session, I will shrivel back into my little hellhole of assignments now :)

[magicmindless]

Please please please! Taylor or chuck hcs if you havent yet <3

I’ll do Chuck another time but for now:

A HC List but it’s just Taylor

Gaymer/j

- A restless yet ambitious fellow. He likes keeping himself busy with fun events and hanging out with friends. Very extroverted

- Has ADHD and unfortunately went through the “gifted kid to burnout” phase in his life. He wasn’t diagnosed until he entered college

- Had strict parents who always expected him to do well in school and was seen as a remarkable student, but later got burnt out due to the pressure put on him

- Video games were always an escapism for him growing up. Though his free time was limited, gaming always helped him get through rough times and even make new friends

- Took care of a stray dog when he was little and called it Luigi. His parents didn’t let him have it but he secretly took care of it whenever he showed up at his house. He was an old stray so he died after a couple years. He really wants a dog but has yet to find the time to adopt one

- Had some online friends growing up. Most of them he’s lost touch with completely, but he has a select few he still talks to occasionally

- Cameo is one of his longest-lasting online friends. They friended each other in a gaming lobby in an MMO game when they were teens and later talked through other sites like Skype (or whatever it is in their world) and now they hang out irl

- Like any gamer Taylor has had his rage quitting moments. When he was younger, they were a lot tamer but only because his parents would get mad at him for being a nuisance but he lets it all out now. The worst thing he did was impailing the tv with a broom by throwing it like a javelin

- Met Chuck as his dorm mate when he was attending college as a computer science major. After they both graduated, they decided to still be roommates to save on rent

- Knows how to rollerblade and is sometimes seen doing it on the sidewalks of Tastyville. He’s pretty good at it though he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t almost been run over in the street before because of it

- He can’t be productive unless he’s listening to music. In canon his favorite music artist is DJ Honey Buster (Hugo), but he’s not that picky. He’s even a longtime follower of Simone’s Lofi channel

- Has heavy footsteps whenever he walks or runs, and they’re so loud he’s gotten noise complaints from his neighbors, so he has to have carpet all over the floors to be quieter

- Good luck trying to get through to him whenever he’s listening to music. You’ll have to yank his earbuds to snap him out of it, which he hates people doing to him

- A horrible sleeper. He gets around like 5-6 hours of sleep at most every day and is fueled by energy drinks. Chuck has to be the one to get him to sleep sometimes

- Likes to do late-night convenience store runs to get snacks and instant ramen along with Chuck. It’s just fun and the town at night is very quiet and calm… unless Dynamoe is on the loose I guess

- After college Taylor and Chuck both had their own issues to work out which did affect their friendship for some time. This included the fact that they were crushing on each other but didn’t wanna ruin their friendship

- It was a hard thing to come to terms with, but one night alone in their apartment, Taylor took initiative and confessed and now they’re dating

- Huge retro nerd who loves collecting games and consoles from the 90s and such

- He’s the one guy at the arcade going absolutely ham on Dance Dance Revolution (or stomp stomp whatever it was called) and attracting a crowd because he’s that good at it

- Once got so many tickets playing arcade games that he got a roomba from the prize booth as a joke since he didn’t know what else to do with his tickets. Though later, him and Chuck grew attached to the Roomba and named it “Sir Robert the First”, even giving it a little top hat and putting googly eyes on it

- Not a content creator, but he’s a reoccurring person in Tohru’s gaming streams. It was totally on accident, they were playing a shooting game where people were in teams and he just happened to be in Tohru’s team. They made a pretty good duo so Tohru friend requested him and now he sometimes appears in her streams whenever he has time

- Used to be pretty hardcore into roleplaying back in the day. Especially loved DnD. The classes he usually gravitated towards was the bard or the sorcerer

- Used to have a side-hustle as a game tester for indie game creators. You wouldn’t think he’d quit doing something like this, but game-testing was too structured for him (it’s more about interacting with the game in super specific ways and stuff to make sure everything works out)

[trenchcoatsbi]

ello!!! dropping by with an update since we saw other folks doing that too!!!

we're going back to school to take a bunch of english courses, maybe look into a graduate program or somethin.... no idea yet but we've escaped the 9 to 5 grind and that's what matters!!!

also currently wrecking our spotify statistics by looping shivers by ed sheeran because it's scratching my brain so good lol

- 🦁🏔️ [ro]

YEAHHHH FUCK YOU 9 TO 5 >:DDDDD

im gonna be real i havent listened to much ed sheeran but i Might take that because im absolutely insane about music man

GOOD LUCK WITH SCHOOL KINGS :)

also HELLO RO!! i dont think ive met you yet! o/

[taegularities]

to the anons who feel left out since they havent lost their virginity yet, its okay!! you aren't weird or not normal at all. i lost my virginity very young (at 15) simply bc my boyfriend at the time didnt want to graduate high school a virgin. i only did it so he could fit in and feel "normal"

although i don't necessarily regret it, i do wish it was different. people put such a strange importance on others' virginities. you should lose it when you want to, you arent behind or left out of anything, i promise!

gd, that boyfriend tho lmao 💀 but that's exactly it. don't listen to society or whatever the 'standards' may be, just go with whatever you feel comfortable with <3

[fakeosirian]

tagged by @gender444 hiiiiiiii thank u :D

currently reading: not in the middle of anything right this moment (im usually not i read books all at once pretty much lol) but the last thing i read was either medea or twelfth night can't remember and the next thing is going to be one of the Multiple books i bought 3 months ago on a trip that i still havent gotten around to (so either litcrit about medieval lit, litcrit on race in crime fiction, or uh. gideon the ninth. LMAO) i tend to prefer nonfiction esp since most of it is nonfiction. about fiction. so i use the works referenced as a reading list LOL

favorite color: TOO HARD TO CHOOSE i like color schemes more than individual colors tbh. big fan of dark red, forest green, and turquoise (with a dark brown as the neutral to balance it out mmm) so ill just say that so i dont spend 4 hours looking at swatches LOL

last song i listened to: idea/intent - the beths

last movie i watched: dungeons and dragons over a month ago (for someone who went to film school i Do Not watch movies very often. LMAO) despite watching it in an EXTREMELY TOO LOUD THEATER after taking an edible after a 2 month break (aka i was like O_O the entire fucking time), i had a Very good time. it's a peak 7/10 film. like ok it's not a 10/10 but it doesn't need to be and frankly shouldn't be. the platonic ideal of "they did absolutely everything they needed to do with this and not a sliver more" if that makes sense. also it's made for the chris pine girlies of 2013 (aka me) so im contractually obligated to enjoy it

sweet vs spicy vs savory: yeah kinda silly question agree lmfao savory i guess?? i like sweets but my tolerance for them is soooooo low/i get nauseous easily (the only exception to that is ice cream) + i like spicy stuff but i have to be in the mood for it too. i'll literally never be unhappy with something savory so.

currently working on: arguably like 4 different things because i'm still learning how best to manage my time without punishing myself lmfao the last thing i Literally Worked On was a scene for a far future chapter of foyf because i had an idea for how i wanted it to play out/i've had a lot of luck figuring out plot details by putting like. keyframes down basically. and filling in the middle bits. otherwise its that + Basically A Self-Guided Graduate Thesis (my house of anubis video essay series that's already unspeakably long and i haven't even taken notes on s3 yet.) + career-related writing portfolio bc im getting some ✨rejections✨ + director's cut of my capstone film from a couple years ago because she is. rough :) i'm very good at deciding to do something for Enjoyment and then stressing myself out for NO reason :)

tagging: @4th-and-roebling @lovelyamneris @soupforsoup @redvawx @windowsdestruction and anybody else that wants to do it :DD

[melodyofhymn]

I just want this life to be over. I’m not attention seeking, I dont have anyone to talk to. I’ve realized there is nobody in this world that truly loves me. No one will remember me when I’m gone. I’m about to graduate from uni and even that is not promising. I’ll just be stuck w a family that doesnt understand me and they dont give the love I give them. All this time, I’m doing what everyone wants me to do. I dont go outside, I dont have a social life. I’m cleaning, cooking, listening everyone’s problem. But I’m at my limit. I’m 23 and I dont have anything. I dont have beauty, luck, money, love... nothing. I havent even seen a fking sea yet, and I’ll never see it. I think I was born just to watch other people from afar. I’m just a dumb spectator that watch other people’s lives and dont even realize how much time has passed. The reason I’m still alive is because I’m simply dumb. I had hopes and dreams about If I study enough, I’d be good to go. I could earn my money and travel.I could be loved. Also I had faith in God. I thought he wouldnt let me down If I kept my beliefs. I was wrong. There is no salvation for me. I’ll be gone after graduation. Like I said, I’m not looking for anything. No one will see this post anyway. 

[k-are-n-n]

if ur looking for a reason to keep living-

do it for the days you will dance around your room by yourself listening to your favourite songs.

do it because having a cigarette in the middle of the night at the park with your friends makes you feel like you’re in a movie scene

do it for all the strangers you are yet to smile at and admire

do it because one day, a friend you haven’t even met yet, might need you.

do it for the rainy days

and because you havent gotten to wear your favourite dress enough.

do it because you are yet to try the best nachos you’ve ever tasted

or because your all time favourite movie might not even exist yet

do it because the best day of your life might be around the corner

because your favourite band might announce a concert in your city in 2 weeks from now

do it to watch your best friend fall in love with somebody who treats them right

or to see your sister graduate

or for another beer with the boys

fuck, i can’t stress this enough but please,

please keep choosing life.

because your heart might hurt now,

waking up might feel dreadful

and you might just be over it all

but choose life not only for others,

choose life for yourself

to watch yourself recover

to feel proud that you havent cried in weeks

to recognise the change in your behaviours

to watch yourself slip out of your bad habits

to love the sound of the birds chirping again

to touch grass with your bare feet and remember that life is beautiful.

choose life because life chose you.

life always chooses you.

please, just stay here with me. 🌸🦋🧚🏻🌞🌲🍄🌏✨🌧

Original by Arlow Houchin via facebook

[fuckin-georg]

Kravitz Went Down to Fantasy Georgia

It was scorching hot in Fantasy Georgia when the stranger came. A quiet, sweltering August day. The kind that discourages any sort of movement whatsoever. Most of the residents of Fantasy Georgia had taken to sitting on their doorsteps, casting cold spells as much as their spell slots would allow. The non-magic users of the town quickly sidled up to the magic users, aiding with fans and anything cold they could find. Business owners had their doors opened, and a drow woman, the owner of the local bar, brought out fresh lemonade to anyone who wanted it. On the steps of a building on the right side of the street, a young elven woman played a fiddle, providing a welcome entertainment. A human man leaned against the stair railing, watching her play with a mix of admiration and love.

The stranger seemed to materialize out of the horizon line, melting into reality like a desert mirage. His dark suit, dark hat and dark horse certainly stood out in the hot Fantasy Georgia sun, but the stranger wasn’t even breaking a sweat. His handsome face was set in a stern expression, and he rode with a purpose. Little did the people of Fantasy Georgia know how much of an act he was putting on.

Kravitz was in trouble. The Raven Queen was kind and patient, much more patient than Kravitz ever was with himself, and she had been giving him dozens of second chances to catch the liches he’d been pursuing for months. These red robed specters have been giving him quite the chase: through the mines of Phandalin, winding through the Felicity Wilds, and even to the moon and back. But finally, he had them tracked down to this small desert town. Soon this wild goose chase will be all over.

As soon as he enters the small town, all eyes were on him. A burly, bearded man standing outside of a carpentry shop paused his work on a wheelchair to look at him. Kravitz tipped his hat towards him, and he nodded his head back at him. A dwarven man sat outside of the local church, as two young children played in front of him. From behind the building where the bar was, a young elven man carried a box of food, but stopped in his tracks as he saw Kravitz. When he noticed Kravitz looking at him, he smirked and winked, and continued walking. Kravitz blushed and coughed loudly. That was the last thing Kravitz needed right now. He was so close to the liches he could feel it. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by a very handsome elf. Not right now, at least.

Finally, Kravitz came upon the young fiddle player and her admirer. He couldn’t help but be impressed at her skill with a violin. He had always appreciated good music in life and in death, and she obviously had a gift. He dismounted his horse as casually as he could, which meant that he fumbled with his footing a little bit as he went to the ground. He heard a snicker behind him, and then a voice.

“First time riding a horse, city boy?”

Kravitz heard the music stop, and saw the woman looking at him. He chuckled.

“Was it that obvious?” He silently cursed himself for his ridiculous accent. It was an old habit he was trying to stop, but old habits die hard. Pun intended.

“Nah, just a feeling. Your giant black suit definitely doesn’t give anything away. Seriously I’m sweating my ass off just looking at you.” She turned to the man sitting next to her. “Babe, you wanna get us some lemonade from Ren?”

“Sure thing.” The man kissed her cheek and got up to go to the bar. The woman put her fiddle down and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles on her clothes. “So what brings you here?”

Kravitz paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“Business.”

“Ah I see. Trying to open a fantasy Hot Topic?”

Kravitz gave another chuckle as he looked down at the ground. “No, nothing like that. Doesn’t seem like that would be a big seller here.” She laughs at that. Another pause. “Actually Lup, my business here is more…personal.” And as he looked at her, his eyes glowed red, and for a moment, he let his human form flicker to his skeletal form, and then back again. Lup shivered in the sun.

“Oh.”

Kravitz reached into the air and a book materialized into his hand. He opened it and flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for.

“Lup, you are under arrest for necromantic crimes against the Raven Queen and the natural world, including but not limited to: becoming a lich, evading capture, and for the use of arson against multiple reapers.”

Lup looked affronted. “Now, wait a sec there, ghost rider, y’all are already dead. I don’t think a little fire is gonna do any real damage.”

Kravitz snapped the book shut, pointedly ignoring her comment. He lifted the book back into the air, and it dematerialized. With his other hand, he summoned his scythe.

“You couldn’t run forever, Lup. Now you can come quietly with me and we’ll do this properly, or it can get very ugly very fast.”

It was at that opportune moment that Lup’s boyfriend decided to come back, precariously carrying three glasses of lemonade that he was intently focused on not dropping.

“Alright. I didn’t know if you wanted any lemonade, so I got us three just in ca-“

He looked up and saw Lup, the stranger, and a scythe. The stranger turned his head toward him and flashed his red eyes once more. He brought the book back and opened it to-

“Barry Bluejeans: multiple counts of necromantic crimes against the Raven Queen, including becoming a lich and evading capture multiple times. You are also under arrest.” And the book disappeared once more. Barry just stared dumbfounded at the stranger.

“…So no lemonade, then.”

Lup put her hands up, seemingly looking to negotiate a deal.

“Alright, listen, ghost rider. Can I call you ghost rider?”

“I would prefer if you called me Kravitz.” He growled a little. He definitely was not in the mood to negotiate with these undead abominations who refuse to go in quietly, if they ever go in at all.

“Alright, skeletor. You’ve been following us for a while now. Let me ask you something. … Have you ever actually seen us do any harm to anybody else?”

Kravitz gripped his scythe harder and brought it closer to the liches. Barry flinched a little bit, but Lup stood unwaveringly.

“Your presence is a danger to everyone on this planet. Now, my patience grows thin.” His eyes began to glow again.

Lup’s eyes darted around, seemingly looking for an out, when her eyes landed on something peeking out from behind Kravitz’s back. Hey eyes widened.

“Wait wait wait.” She pointed to his back. “You play, too?”

This was enough to halt Kravitz for just a second, and he glanced behind him at the violin case strapped to his back. “Yes. I’m rather fond of the violin as well. Small world. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He began to raise his scythe.

“Let me play you.”

And now, Kravitz was listening. “Beg your pardon?”

Lup looked relieved that Kravitz had finally paused in his mission. She continued.

“Let me play you. One fiddle vs another. Best player wins.”

And oh. Lup had hit Kravitz in his weak spot. He couldn’t resist a good gamble. Especially one that he had such an advantage on. Nothing against Lup’s rather good skills, but he doubted that she, at one point, was first violin in the most famous orchestra on the planet. Kravitz chuckled and dematerialized his scythe.

“Alright. Best player wins. If I win, you and Barry come with me. No resisting,” he gave Lup a stern look. “No fire.”

“No fire. And if I win?”

Kravitz thought about it for a minute, and then put his left palm out with his right hand covering it. He pulled his right hand straight up in the air, as if he were pulling a string, but instead of a string, he manifested a fiddle made entirely out of pure gold. It glimmered magnificently in the sun, and Lup’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Holy shit. Deal.”

Kravitz looked around and saw an old hickory stump in the middle of the street. He walked towards it and laid the golden fiddle on it. By this point, most people had been watching this back and forth intently, and Kravitz wondered how many of them knew that their dear friends and neighbors were undead beings. No matter. He turned back around to Lup and Barry. Lup had went and gotten her violin and was walking towards Kravitz. She seemed pretty confident and Kravitz almost felt sorry for her.

They took their positions. Kravitz on one end of the street, Lup on the other, just like an old-fashioned shoot-out you would see in those old Fantasy westerns. Kravitz reached behind him and pulled his violin from behind him. It was completely black, and the base was shaped like a skull, to match the entire aesthetic he had going on. It was a gift from the Raven Queen when he first became a reaper. He took out his bow and looked at Lup, who bowed to him.

“Reapers first, m’dude.”

“With pleasure.” And Kravitz positioned his bow across the strings, paused for a moment, and began to play.

His first movement across the strings ignited a fire in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time, so much so that it spilled out of his fingertips and sent sparks into the air. His red eyes glowed with passion and power, and a mighty ripple went through the town and its residents. Music had been Kravitz’s passion in life, and it continued in death. He played a dark tune that made the ground rumble, as if the souls of the damned were threatening to break through. Kravitz finished on a truly impressive glissando and brought his bow down with a flourish. Not a soul stirred as all of the residents stared at Kravitz in awe. Then, the silence was broken.

“FUCK yeah, bone daddy!”

Kravitz whipped his head around and saw the handsome elf from earlier shouting at him from the porch of the bar. Kravitz blushed again, but his newfound confidence from his recent playing encouraged him enough to wink back at the elf. Lup, however, was not as pleased.

“Taako, what the FUCK! You used to be my brother!! Support me, please??”

The elf, whose name was Taako, at least had the decency to look guilty.

“Sorry lemme try again. … Go Lup! Woo!” Taako did not sound nearly as enthusiastic as he did for Kravitz. Lup rolled her eyes and turned back to Kravitz.

“Not bad. For a dead guy.” She smiled. “The sparks were real cute. Now, let me show you how it’s done.”

And she began to play.

Hundreds of years in service to the Raven Queen is proof that Kravitz physically does not have a heart anymore. That still didn’t stop it from warming as soon as Lup began to fiddle. Kravitz’s playing chilled the town. Lup’s warmed it back up. There was love in every note and it filled every person with a sense of hope. Her passion for something…or someone…was so obvious and evident, it seemed to be a magic all on its own. It didn’t even take the whole song for Kravitz to realize that he’d been out-fiddled. When Lup finished up, the entire town cheered, and Kravitz actually had to stop himself from cheering too. Barry ran over to Lup and embraced her, a huge smile on both of their faces. Kravitz bowed his head and began to walk back toward his horse, ready to leave town, when…

“Wait a minute, ghost rider. You’re forgetting the last part.”

Kravitz turned back around, and Lup had her fiddle back in hand, ready to play again.

“What next part? You won, fair and square.”

Lup laughed. “No no no. Now,” and she played a chord, “we play together.”

Kravitz cocked an eyebrow as Lup looked at him expectantly. “C’mon! Play with me!”

And Lup began to play again, a jovial dance tune. Kravitz looked at her. He wondered why he didn’t just strike her down when he had the chance. What in the world had compelled him to take this bet, and not just bring in the two liches who had been causing him so much trouble? He could do it now. He could just rear his scythe back and end them here and now. He could…

Maybe it was the long journey he had. Maybe it was the elf who had been flirting with him. Maybe it was the thrill and joy of the music that he hadn’t felt in a long time. For whatever reason…

Kravitz played with her.

Their two different music styles weaved so wonderfully together: Kravitz’s low, otherworldly sounds, Lup’s full of life and love. Before they knew it, they were playing like old friends and partners. The townsfolk had begun to clap in rhythm, some even dancing in the street. Barry had somehow (probably with magic) pulled a piano outside and began to play with them as well. It was the most fun Kravitz had had in the mortal world in a long time. He and Lup were laughing and so was Barry and for the first time, Kravitz was making mortals happy, and not bringing death and pain to them. It was thrilling and wonderful. One song turned into two, and then into five, and pretty soon, Kravitz, Lup and Barry had spent the better part of the afternoon giving an impromptu concert to the residents of Fantasy Georgia.

The concert had winded down to a halt right around sunset, when people were just too tired to dance, and, in Lup’s and Barry’s case, too tired to play. Kravitz sat with them, and finally got around to having that lemonade from earlier. They sat on the steps that Kravitz had found them on earlier.

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time,” said Kravitz.

Lup looked at him with a smile. “Yeah. You’re not so bad once you finally let loose.” She took a swig of lemonade. “And you’re a pretty fucking good player.”

Kravitz smiled too. “I should hope so. I wasn’t first chair at the Neverwinter Orchestra for nothing.”

“No shit!” Lup looked impressed. There was silence as the three of them looked at the sky. Kravitz sighed and turned to Lup and Barry.

“Look. I’m gonna need to talk to you guys eventually. About you being liches and everything. You can’t stay like this forever. Liches are…incredibly dangerous beings.”

Barry spoke up. “We know. We…we knew the risks when we first became liches, but…you have to understand. We were coming from a place where we encountered…” he looked at Lup nervously. She shrugged as if to say “Might as well tell him.” “…we encountered death more times than we ever would like to admit.”

Lup popped in. “We stopped a major apocalypse happening here. Of course, nobody knows anything about it because…well, we stopped it.”

Kravitz blinks a couple of times. “Wait, you guys stopped…the end of the world?”

Barry grimaces. “It’s a long story. Us and a couple of other people here…we’re not really…from this world?”

Kravitz could feel a headache forming. This was a lot more complicated than he thought. “Hooo-kay. I’ll…I’ll take your word for it for now. We need to talk about everything, eventually. How you’re able to be so calm and collected for being liches to start. But I do have to get back soon. The bottom line is we really can’t have liches on this planet.” Lup and Barry look nervously at each other. Kravitz suddenly has an idea. “Look. What if I talked to my goddess about you two, and we set up a meeting where you explain everything to her. What I could do is…talk her into letting you become reapers. You’d do everything that I do and possibly could still have residency here with your family.”

Kravitz looked expectantly at Lup and Barry, who looked extremely surprised. Barry spoke up first. “Woah. That’s…that’s a better proposition than I thought you were gonna say.” Lup then said “Why are you being so nice to us?”

Kravitz fiddled with his glass of lemonade and avoided eye contact with them. “Well, to be honest, you reminded me of how much I enjoy making music with other people. It’s been a while since I’ve plated with other people.” He paused. “Plus, I would very much like to play with you guys again, and I can’t really do that if you’re in the Eternal Stockade.”

Lup smiled wide. “Fuck yeah, ghost rider! We’ll be a trio of reaper musicians! Fear the Reapers! That’s our name. Don’t argue with me on this one, my names are fucking perfect.”

Kravitz laughed. “I still have to talk with the Raven Queen tho. But I’ll be in contact with you.” He stands up and turns to them with his hand outstretched. Barry takes it.

“Will do, Kravitz. Thanks for…y’know, getting to know us and not taking us in right away.”

Kravitz smiles and then goes to shake Lup’s hand.

“Oh, NONE of that, bones.” And she forgoes the handshake and goes right in for a hug. Kravitz is taken aback for a few seconds before he reciprocates. Lup lets go and says “You’re pretty much our friend now, so there’s no getting rid of us. Plus I’ve already made an Fantasy Instagram for our band. You can’t back out now.”

Kravitz shakily laughs. “Oh, I’m gonna have so much explaining to do to the Raven Queen.” He walks over to his horse and mounts it, ready to head out. “Barry, Lup, it’s been an absolute pleasure, and I look forward to our meeting. I’ll um…actually hold on. Do you have Stones of Farspeech?”

“Yeah.”

“For sure.”

Barry and Lup pull out two stones hanging around their neck. Kravitz waves his hand and the stones glow for a couple of seconds before returning to their normal state.

“There,” Kravitz said. “I’ve attuned your stones to mine, so when I have the meeting set up, I’ll contact you.”

Lup looks at her stone. “Oh rad!” She looks back up at Kravitz and says “Take it easy, ghost rider! And thanks for the golden fiddle!”

Kravitz waves at Barry and Lup before riding down the street and out of town. Before Kravitz could get too far out of the town, he heard a voice shout from behind him.

“HEY! Hey woah woah woah! Bone daddy!”

Kravitz turned and saw the handsome elf from before (Taako?) riding toward him on his own horse. He slowed down right as he got to Kravitz and rode next to him.

“Think you were gonna leave without saying goodbye?”

Taako was even more handsome up close, and it threw Kravitz off so much that he forgot to keep up the accent that he’d been doing the whole time.

“Um…can’t say goodbye if we didn’t even say hello.”

Taako laughed a little hysterically. “Holy shit. That accent wasn’t even real?!” He tipped his head back and laughed for real. Kravitz secretly wanted him to keep laughing forever. “You’re a fucking dork!! Oh my god!”

Kravitz bristled a little at that. “I am not.”

“Um, yeah you are. You come in here all:” and at this, Taako, dropped his voice comically low and adopted a ridiculous accent. “Wotcher, I’m here to collect your bloody souls, mate. Wanna cuppa tea? Pip pip and all that!” Taako laughed again. “And then the accent isn’t even real!!”

Kravitz’s blush deepened and spread down his neck but couldn’t stop himself from laughing with Taako at how ridiculous it did sound. “Did I really sound like that?”

“Oh don’t worry, thug. It’s hella cute. I love a dorky man.” Taako looked at Kravitz and Kravitz looked back, both pretty enamored with the other. Taako held his hand out. “I’m Taako. Y’know from TV.”

Kravitz took his hand and shook it. “Kravitz. Not from…TV…what even is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Taako said as he let go of his hand. (Kravitz wished he didn’t.) “So, not gonna lie, your fiddle playing was pretty hot. You’re really good. I was almost scared for Lup for a split second.”

Kravitz puffed his chest out at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Well,” Taako said, “even if you had tried to do anything to her or Barold, I would have stepped in and stopped you.”

Kravitz nodded. “Right, siblings, yeah?”

Taako leaned in with a smirk, “Twins.”

“Twins?” Kravitz sighed and put his hand on his forehead. “Oh my god, there’s two of you.”

“Yup.” Taako said with a pop on the “p.”

Kravitz shook his head. “No matter. If I had won and you had tried to do anything, I would’ve had to arrest you, too.”

“Ooo kinky. Buy me dinner first.”

Kravtiz choked on thin air, and Taako nervously laughed. “Woah take it easy.” Taako reached over and patted Kravitz on the back, and Kravitz died a second death. “You’re not on the receiving end of a lot of flirting, are you?”

Kravitz regained some composure and replied, “No, surprisingly enough. When people see me, their first reaction typically isn’t ‘Let me flirt with the man whose here to reap my soul.’”

Taako laughed, and Kravitz beamed. “I must be pretty special, then. One of a kind.”

Kravitz clicked his tongue and shrugged his shoulders, “Technically, you’re one of a pair, because of the whole twin thing.”

Taako gasped and clutched his chest dramatically. Kravitz laughed at his ridiculousness. “Krav, I’m WOUNDED. How could you say that? I’m clearly the better twin. Now you HAVE to buy me dinner to pay for that cruel insult.”

Kravitz laughed as he put his hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright! You drive a hard bargain.”

“Hell yes!” Taako pumped his fist into the air. “Wanna do 8 pm next Friday?”

“Sounds perfect,” said Kravitz, and in a stroke of confidence that surprised even himself, he reached over and touched the Stone of Farspeech still hanging around Taako’s neck. It glowed for a few seconds and became still once more. It was Taako’s turn to blush as Kravitz reluctantly pulled his hand away.

Kravitz said “Now, I can contact you anytime and vice versa.”

Taako took a deep breath. “Sounds like a plan, bone daddy.” He smiled. “See you then.”  And without another word, Taako turned back around and rode towards town, looking back to wave at Kravitz.

Kravitz waved a hand back as he watched Taako fade into the distance.

All in all, not a bad day.

[sassycc8]

in honor of TAZ Graduation finishing, I thought it would be appropriate to upload my own cover of “Walking the Campus” :) enjoy!! (pls ignore any mistakes hahaha)

sheet music in the replies btw