#i know it.

[cheriate]

Hes just my little guy!

[share-the-damn-bed-main]

NORAGAMI CH 108-2 | kazubisha cuddling on the roof

But for right now... I'm simply filled with the desire to be grateful for having something that by all rights I should not... I feel a warmth even from the snow...

[museenkuss]

Yesterday I was thinking to myself that maybe a strawberry and cream scent would be nice for spring/summer. I felt like a person in a horror movie who’s hiding a zombie bite under their shirt.

[engagemythrusters]

lasats 10000% have breathing problems due to their brachycephaly

[rennarita]

really gotta get gedo one of these for the jr tag backstage comments.

[midnightduel]

They're so important to me guys. They're so important to me. [<- is thinking about Future Leo and Casey Jones Jr and how they're pretty much a father-and-son duo.]

[terrifyingstories3]

daisy and the feeling of never having had a childhood because they grew up alone and unloved and lacking security lacking safety lacking so many of the basic things one should have during their formative years and yearning to heal their inner child and give them the love and compassion and childish delight and wonder they were denied and the seemingly conflicting fear that they will always be a child because trauma instability lack of safety affects development because they've missed out on so many of the milestones and experiences that people encounter on their journey to adulthood because what if they are always trying to heal from the things that they've suffered and what if they are always that hurt child

what if they are always Behind because they were in their twenties when they finally for the first time in their entire lives started to feel stable started to feel like they might have something that would last started to gain a sense of where they belonged in the world and who they are. what if they never catch up, what if they are always scared and just doing the best they can and perpetually feeling unprepared unready never enough

[camcorderrevival]

the beer gardens are going to be beautiful this summer

[crowtoed]

Grinding my handsewing skills...

By making some 18th century shirts and researching how early-mid 19th century shirts were put together to help @so-i-did-this-thing with his Franklin expedition shenanigans.

I'm angry at the historical people.

Because how in fuck's name are you sewing that tiny. HOW? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE BRIGHT LIGHTING IN YOUR HOME AND YOU'RE SEWING ON A THREAD BY THREAD COUNT BASIS?

(Zoomed in pic of the collar of an 18th c. shirt held at the V&A)

WHAT THE HELL MAN?!?!?!

So yeah, when Christina from Burnley and Trowbridge is telling you the gathering on some examples of men's shirts was "quite fine" she is NOT REMOTELY KIDDING. Edit and addendum: Yes, some of this is artifact survivorship bias. The really nice stuff that was never worn tends to be the stuff that survives (i.e. the wedding dress shoved into the back of the closet). Opposed to the more common working clothes that get worn into rags, then picked apart for thread and char cloth.

[fuckitwebhaal]

I forgot I can just post my own oc lore. Silvertongue isn’t Nyris’s actual surname. He picked it. He’s forgotten his. he’ll find it again one day.

[narrativeats]

i love chemistry from the bottom of my heart but organic chemistry....my frenemy..she will stab me like i am caesar

[cloudslou]

cookie has stopped running in to walls and has decided it is bed time at last. she is trapping my leg in place.

[juliensorelapologist]

I see people complaining about Janet's writing but I raise to your attention : sometimes, sad, lonely people throw themselves on the first lifeline they see, even if it's not actually a lifeline, more like a. I dunno, whale that's about to dive back into the sea? On other news, I think I can only write dialogue snippets between people with weird, undefined relationships. Enjoy.

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The thing is, she knows how Janet feels about her. She notices her staring and then looking away, and besides that, you don’t follow a criminal across the country out of gratitude alone. She doesn’t comment on it ; there wouldn’t be any point.

 Janet is nice company. She’s fun ; she’s talkative ; most of all, she’s there. Being alone while she thought she was driving to her end was one thing. Now that she might just survive this trip, and many others to come, she has to admit that she does need people, sometimes. 

“Do you have any family?”

It comes out before she can hold it back. But she did meet the most important person in Ivy’s life, it seems only fair to get something back. 

Janet seems kinda surprised, and, alright, she might not have proved herself very invested in the other's personal life so far. Never too late to change, though.

“Oh, well… My parents live in Ohio. It’s far away and they’re not rich, y’know, so we don’t see each other a lot. And my brother moved to Florida. I know, I know, he is who he is. We were never that close, anyway.”

“You told them about your illness?”

she stares out of the window, and answers carefully, masking whatever emotion she’s feeling with fake nonchalance.

“No. Figured I would do it if it got… worse.”

So on your dying bed? She doesn’t say that, it would just sound mean spirited. Janet must know she’s isolated herself. Must have understood, when she learned she was sick and didn’t tell her parents that she was going to die like that, working a job she hated to pay for medical bills that she would have inevitably ended up crumbling under.

 If she was a better woman, she would throw Janet out. Explain to her that she’s no savior, and that she’d be better off going back to her parents house in Ohio. Even if it’s nice to have someone there, to talk to, someone who holds her back, traces down one of these moral lines she’s never really perceived herself, Janet really should leave ; she probably still has a shot with her family, some chance to mend back broken bonds, to let herself out of that isolated bubble she’s been in for months. Find another boyfriend, one who wouldn’t run away when things get difficult (there has got to be people like that out there). Reach out to the people who should have been by her hospital bed, and not stay with a woman who’ll never be able to give her what she wants.

“I get that. Don’t you want to call them now though, go back there?’

“... not right now. No need to be in a rush since I’m okay, right? And they’re always so busy at this time of the year. Later. Later.”

“Oh, okay.” 

She doesn’t say anything else.

[satanfemme]

hi I'm stoned (happy thursday) and I need to share. in my mind right now I'm thinking of the concept of like, a patron god of weed. like how the sandman is the sleep guy. the sandman is the patron god of sleep. but instead of, like, helping u sleep like the sandman does, the weed guy gets you high. and please bear with me here. he'd be called "the stoner" and when the edible hits you'd say like, "the stoner got me" (visual image is like. u just got picked up by a tall hot guy) and the stoner would be gay. a gay guy. or a gay woman if ur into that. and when they get you you get high. anyway I was thinking about this fake lore so fucking hard while the stoner got me just a few minutes ago that I almost posted "the stoner." with nothing else in the post and expected it to make sense without context. ooo boy speaking of posts this one is like a tome.this is a tome type post

[dayone-ish]

Bayley I know you just drew the #1 spot