#if not this week then FOR SURE next week bc next week is spring break
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risingsunresistance · 8 months ago
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when a fellow artist appreciates what you have to say about their art but their art is in a museum and your art is on the fridge with a little smiley face sticker on it
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spiderrmax · 2 years ago
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necrotic-nephilim · 1 month ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/necrotic-nephilim/762551245228703744/ok-ok-but-jayroytim-this-feels-especially-funny?source=share
i'm sorry i'm just thinking on days that jason and roy are particularly annoyed (in general or at each other) they would have a dick measuring contest of who can make tim come more and tim ends up very sore the next day every time
(the jayroytim post) ooooh i love this. i love putting Tim in Situations where he's just the stress relief caught between two arguing doms, it's like. my fave concept ever-
i like when it's an unspoken kink dynamic too. like, Jason and Roy start arguing again and Tim is already closing his laptop and taking his clothes off bc it's the only reliable way to get them to shut up, when they pass him back and forth until he's overstimulated and crying. sometimes, they just do it because Tim is overworking himself and won't put down the case he swears he's *so close* to cracking.
but taking it to the next level, seeing who can make Tim come the most is a turn Tim does *not* expect. i think it's fun if they spring it on him, maybe Jason and Roy had the argument when Tim wasn't around and come to the completely reasonable conclusion that this is the only way they can solve it. (neither of them are sure what they were actually originally arguing about when asked.) they text Tim and tell him to clear his schedule for the rest of the day and make sure he doesn't have patrol that night. and Tim is caught between wondering if he's about to get a great date night, or if he's about to clean up an absolutely shitshow they've caused. he is *not* prepared whatsoever. meanwhile, Roy and Jason are. bc there are logistics to work out. hydration, comfort, rerouting emergency calls to all three of them if the world starts to end.
i think it's fun if Jason and Roy set rules, bc they're both known to be cheats and they want clear definitions of what "counts" and how to make sure they're not just wrestling over Tim. of course they both try to cheat anyway. but the general set up is they pass him back and forth each time Tim comes, with breaks and other sorts of rules. if they're doing this, they're doing it right because they're both competitive bastards who leave no room for grey area.
Tim is ruined within the first hour. he's crying and begging and barely feels like a person. i think Roy and Jason are both mean, cocky sort of doms who pour a lot of dirty talk into all of their touches. i think Roy is the sort who will ignore his own pleasure to focus on Tim. sure, he wants to get off, but he's not focusing on himself and is fine if he ends up basically edging himself for an hour bc he wants to see if he can work his entire fist inside of Tim while Tim cries. Jason on the other hand, is more needy with his pleasure, to the point Roy will mock him about being more of a bottom than Tim is. i think it's fun if Jason likes to ride Tim bc Jason rlly likes to lose himself in his pleasure when he's torturing Tim. it's a maddening dichotomy for Tim to be stuck in-between, knowing that they're both going to torture him in different ways.
in the end, i think Roy wins. just because Roy is a bit older and has more canonical experience sleeping around, he's very smug about proving the point he's always made about being more *experienced* where it counts. Jason is certainly good in bed, but i'm always particular to the headcanon that Jason is very inexperienced and possibly even a virgin the first time he sleeps with Tim. bc rlly when would he have had the *chance* to have sex. (yes, ik about Talia but i either ignore that it breeze over it in fanfic bc i think it was poorly handled which sucks bc JayTalia has so much potential-) and Roy is smug about it for weeks, while Tim is in absolute fear (/lh) bc he knows sooner or later Roy's bragging is going to make Jason demand a rematch and Tim is just waiting for the next time they forcibly clear his schedule.
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heartofwritiing · 1 year ago
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Absent in the spring.
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paring: q!wilbur x fem!reader (+ platonic q!philza x fem!reader)
summary: a small vacation to Phil’s beach house causes you to finally break down.
authors note: a follow-up to this fic but you don’t really have to read it. some more q!wilbur angst for you guys because I miss wilbur and tullulah content! also i made it so chayanne and tallulah talk in this lets just pretend the eggs are the human-dragon hybrids that are in fanart bc thats how i see them!
warnings: a little angsty sorry, hurt-comfort, happy end, not 100% following qsmp lore, unedited! please ignore any mistakes!
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“how are you holding up?”
Phil’s voice pulls you out of your trance from fidgeting with the blades of grass next to your tucked legs.
You bring your gaze up from the lush green and watch on as Chayanne and Tallulah play tag a few feet away in the field behind Phil’s beach house.
The past month had been weary as you waited for your husband to return from his tour. Days stretched on though you kept going despite that dread in your chest of missing him.
Phil had noticed you seemed less like yourself as the month went on. You were sleeping less, and getting stressed. When he came over to help you take care of Tallulah yesterday he saw how defeated you looked while trying to keep a brave face for your daughter.
Being in an empty house wasn’t fun for anyone, especially when it was too dangerous to go outside on the server alone. So, Phil invited you out to escape that empty feeling, just for a while at least. A walk and boat ride later, you were now sat beside the man with his legs crisscrossed while he munched on avocado toast.
You had shrugged plainly to his question. Fine? Okay? you didn’t know…
Squeals and giggles erupted in your ears as you watched Tallulah finally tag a breathless Chayanne, who had gotten tired of running away from his sister and let her have a turn at the one being chased. Her little legs barely kept up with her taller older sibling as he quickly regained energy.
You couldnt help the smile that was brought upon your lips. Happy they were having such a good time together, being normal for once and not sheltered from the horrors of the server that was trying to harm them every moment. They needed this time, to be care free. To be kids.
You and Phil chuckled at their antics. Though It made your heart break thinking about Wilbur being absent. He wasn’t here to hear the sounds of his daughter's sweet giggles as she played blissfully in the tall grass. To see how she was getting along with everyone, making sure they were happy and cared for.
Wilbur hadn’t sent you a letter in a week. You understood he was busy with tour, you didn’t expect him to have much time to sit and write but your worst agitations were coming true.
The disappointment was settling in each time you would go to the mailbox by the door- you and lullah had spent a day painting and decorating to your liking, with splotches of colors and your names painted across in not-so-straight letters- it would be empty with no sign of even being open since the previous morning.
“I miss him,” you say suddenly to Phil, whose gaze shifts away from the kids to you. You keep your eyes locked on them, fearing that meeting his eyes would make you finally break down into the tears you were holding back for so long.
Phil brings his hand onto your shoulder, a simple symbol of comfort.
“Awe mate, I miss him too.” he said warmly. “he’ll be back soon, im sure of it.”
Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you were so glad you had Phil there for you in these moments. Tallulah had done a good part cheering you up but sometimes you needed a real talk.
"I thought I could do this on my own but-" you choke. "I need him, Phil. He's missed so much and I can't help but think he's gonna feel guilty for not being there for her, or for me."
You let yourself break down in-front of your father in-law finally letting go of everything you’d been holding onto the past month and a half.
Phil placed his hand on your back in support as you sobbed into your hands. The aching pain in your forehead with the slight headache building, the chest pangs told you this cry was long over due.
A tap on your shoulder brings your head out from your knees. You lift your eyes to see Chayanne standing over you, his hand stretched out with a simple white flower pinching between his little fingers. His eyes held nothing but innocence as he looked down on you solemnly. He did not understand why you were so distraught, nor did he care, he just wanted to aid you in any way that he could.
"Please don't cry, Tia Y/N," his voice was small but sympathetic, making your heart sink.
Phil looked so proud in that moment, to see his son come over to aid you with comfort made him perceive he was doing something right in raising a child for once.
Taking the flower from Chayanne, he immediately crouched down to give you a tight hug around your shoulders. Surprised but grateful, you began silently crying as another pair of little arms joined the embrace - you knew it was Tallulah. Finally, you allowed yourself to let go and broke down into tears, feeling their tight embrace.
You were so glad you had these kids. Though they didn’t understand your behavior entirely there was no judgement, only care.
“For what it's worth Y/N, you have us and we will always take care of you both.”
Of course, you knew that. Phil had always been there for you since you first met him. He took his role as a father to everyone very seriously.
“thank you for bringing us here Phil, we really needed this.” you breathe as the kids pulled away from you. Phil gives you a smile of understanding.
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A few hours passed as you all sat on the dock, watching the last glimmer of daylight fade away over the water - casting a golden glow. Phil suggested a campfire to roast marshmallows. Tallulah and Chayanne were already running off excitedly to gather various sticks to help. Once the fire was going, you all sat together on the sand telling stories, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.
The hole in your heart was healing, and the weight on your chest lifted. You realized that even though life was rough and unpredictable, having a supportive family was what mattered, and you felt content and at peace.
You saw the others smiling, knowing the shared bond was enough.
That night you all slept at the beach house, and for the first time in a month, neither you nor Tallulah had a nightmare.
The journey the following day back to Phil’s was thankfully uneventful. Mostly just shenanigans between the two children. Collecting things like leaves for the scrapbook you and Tallulah were making for Wilbur, documenting all your adventures. Chayanne running ahead to deal with any monsters who dare cross your path.
Upon seeing the tiny house with a fenced yard, you all went your separate ways. As you opened the gate to the yard, the tall purple trees and the various flowers made you miss the tiny home.
Tallulah seemed happy to be back and automatically tried dragging you to see her turtles before you could close the gate. You asked her to be patient while you brought your bags inside.
Walking up to the front door, you heard a crash from inside and you froze. You instantly reached for your sword laying on your hip. Tallulah saw this as a warning and she quickly cowered behind your legs. Preparing for the worst, it could be anyone behind the door. Charlie looking for food, (since he was living near your house in a shed last you heard.) Quackity looking to start another fight about parenting. Or worse the code monster could’ve shown up again to take Tallulah from you.
You would die before that would happen.
Tallulah clung to your legs as you quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. You gazed down at her and saw her worried eyes.
“If something happens I need you to teleport to abuelito and Chayannes to warn them okay?” You spoke to her firmly in hushed tones, being careful. Tallulah showed you the tiny purple stone for a quick getaway and indicated she understood.
The house was exactly as you left it, except for the suitcase and guitar bag resting against the sofa, which made you frown. Then realization settled in and a gasp escapes you.
Was he here?
Or was this another trick?
As you lowered your sword, you heard someone rustling down the ladder. The wood creaked with every step as the person in the yellow sweater came into view. With round glasses leaning down his nose, fluffy hair, and long limbs, you’d know him anywhere.
Wilbur felt relief wash over him as he stopped midway on the ladder and saw you staring at him in disbelief. as if he were a ghost. It pained him slightly. You couldn’t believe it.
Wilbur was back.
Tallulah peeked out from behind your legs and the tiny gasp she let out when she saw Wilbur. She ran into his arms and cried out;
"Papa!"
Wilbur grinned as his tearful daughter ran towards him. He scooped her up in a tight embrace as you watched, tears streaming down your own cheeks. He held her swinging back and forth gently trying to hush her cries. She was so happy to finally see him again. You had never seen such a wonderful sight of the two people you loved the most in this world.
“I missed you so much Tallulah!”
Wilbur rested his head on Tallulah’s and smiled sideways at you and reached out his arm. Without hesitation, you dropped your sword, which clanked loudly on the ground, and you rushed into his embrace.
You bury your face in his neck, holding onto his scent, his body, his everything. Never wanting to forget how he felt and sounded. Tears stream down your face, drenching his sweater, but you don't care. This time, they flow out of love and happiness, not frustration or sadness.
You all cried and held onto each other for dear life.
“I missed you so, so much my love,” he coos in your ear causing you to choke out a laugh. After missing his voice for months you were so elated to hear it again.
Wilbur sniffled as he squeezed you both tightly in his arms, never wanting to let go.
“I’m here my girls, and I am never gonna leave you again,” he whispers.
This was home.
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agaypanic · 1 year ago
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Childhood friends to lovers with Francis Wilkerson x male reader 🙏🙏🙏
Francis thinking he’s straight until he and reader get older and he starts to question himself. They start to lose touch when Francis gets sent to military school, but when he comes back he sees reader and is like “…ok maybe I’m a little gay-“ maybe ends in fluffy kisses 🥹
Kissing The Homie (Francis Wilkerson X Male!Reader)
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Summary: Francis always thought he was straight. When he comes home from military school and sees his childhood friend for the first time in almost two years, he starts to learn some things about himself.
A/N: kind of unserious title bc i didn’t know what to title this lol also i feel like this sucks but i wanted to work on something
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“What the hell do you mean you’re going to Alabama?” You asked your best friend, about to laugh. This must have been some insane joke. “Francis, you can’t be serious.”
“I wish I wasn’t, man.” He sighed, running a hand through his long hair and taking a drag of his cigarette. “My mom’s crazy.”
“Can you blame her? She’s got you as a son.” You snorted at your own jab, and Francis shoved your shoulder.
“It’s not funny, Y/n! I’m going to military school; I might as well die.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Francis.” You snatched his cigarette to take a smoke. “You’ll get kicked out and be back here before you know it.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He murmured. The two of you were quiet for a minute, passing the cigarette back and forth. In a week, Francis was getting shipped off to a military school across the country, and although you joked about it, you didn’t know when you’d see him again, if at all. Sure, you’d been friends since you were five, but being states away with probably little contact could change that.
“I’ll miss you, man.” You said solemnly before smashing the lit cigarette against the bottom of your shoe. Francis laughed, shaking his head.
“Don’t be gay, dude.” Now it was your turn to push him.
“Shut up.”
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Contact with Francis became less and less the more that time went on. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault; you two just became too busy with other things. You pulled away from Richie and Francis’ other friends, realizing that you only ever hung out with them because Francis hung out with them. Not wanting to end up in the same boat your friend was in, you started focusing more on school. You and Francis tried to keep up with each other, but sending letters felt too time-consuming, and Francis used most of his phone calls on his family or girlfriend of the week.
You’d sulk about it, but that’s just how life worked.
Because you and Francis were childhood friends, your parents were somewhat close with each other. So you weren’t surprised when you came home from school one day, and your mom told you she got Lois to get you a job at Lucky Aide. The only bright side was getting money, although it wasn’t much.
After what felt like forever, spring break had finally come. It didn’t feel like much of a difference to you since you still had to work, but it’s the thought that counts. You got to work fewer hours because Lucky Aide had some kind of program going on where a bunch of people could work and do inventory for the week. Craig was in charge of it, so you didn’t care much about it.
“Hey, I got another box for you.” A voice sounded behind you while you were stocking a shelf. It sounded a bit familiar, but then again, this was a small town.
“Thanks, man. Just put it next to the open one.” You turned around and were startled by the baby blue eyes looking at you. “Holy shit. Francis?”
“Y/n, hey!” Francis dropped the box and roped you into a hug, patting you on the back. You hugged him back, a bit shocked. “I didn’t know you worked at Lucky Aide.”
“Have been for a few months. I didn’t know you were back in town.”
“Just for spring break.”
“Nice, nice.” You nodded, looking him up and down. Military school seemed to do him some good. Not behavior-wise, he was probably still a menace. But you mentally thanked whoever made him cut his hair. Sure, the long hair looked cool. But it looked so good the way it was now, short but messy. And after almost two years, he seemed so much more mature. Again, not behaviorally. He looked, dare you say, kind of hot.
Wait, you shouldn’t be looking at your friend this way. You didn’t like guys.
Maybe.
Little did you know, Francis was looking at you the same way. He didn’t think anyone would look as good as you did in a Lucky Aide smock. You filled it out perfectly. And you had certainly grown a lot since he last saw you, almost reaching his height now with broader shoulders. But you still had the smart-ass smirk on your face that he loved to see.
But Francis wasn’t gay. Nuh-uh. He just knew how to appreciate another dude’s looks. Yeah, that’s it.
“Well, listen, man. I dunno when your shift is over, but I get off at five, so maybe tonight we could catch up or something.” You suggested, continuing your task of restocking the shelves behind you. Even though he probably had something to do, Francis helped you by handing you items from the box.
“Yeah, that sounds great. My mom’s being a real pain in the ass-”
“What else is new?”
“-so I’m a little desperate to get away from home.”
“Well, I have a car now, so just let me know when you’re free.” He was about to answer you when Craig appeared at the end of the aisle.
“Francis! What are you doing here? The bouncy balls are not gonna recount themselves.” You laughed while Francis rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed his peace was interrupted. 
“You better go.” You said, taking the final item from his hands. He sighed, briefly balling his hands into fists before letting them rest at his sides.
“Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later, man.” You patted his shoulder before pushing him away, watching him mope and drag his feet toward where Craig was waiting for him.
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Instead of waiting until his shift ended, Francis snuck out behind you after you clocked out. He raised the collar of his jacket to cover his face as he ran out to your car, making you cackle as you fished around in your pocket for your keys. He practically dove into the passenger’s seat when the car was unlocked.
“Where do you wanna go?” You asked as you settled in the driver’s seat, turning the car on.
“As long as I’m out of the house and not at work, I literally don’t care.”
Half an hour later, you were tearing into a giant bag of fast food in a park’s parking lot. A random radio station played as you messily ate the cheap food. You reached down to the floor of your backseat and pulled out a bottle of cheap alcohol. Francis definitely wasn’t opposed when you offered to splash some in his soda cup.
“So, what’s military school like?” You asked, chewing through the last of the curly fries. Francis swallowed the bite of his burger and grinned over at you.
“Dude, it’s so much better than I thought it’d be. I mean, most of it sucks, but the amount of shit I’ve gotten into is crazy.”
“Such as?” Francis’ eyes lit up. Clearly, a story had popped into his head, but then he sunk into his seat as if it were embarrassing. “Oh man, this one’s gotta be good.”
“Okay, so it was sometime last year. A buddy of mine and I did community service for a local beauty pageant. It was perfect, half-naked women everywhere who would want some kind of attention. Of course, I showed interest in the pageant to get with one of them. But…” He trailed off, and you leaned toward him in your seat, silently egging him on. He looked away from you. “But instead, she and the rest of the girls thought I was gay.”
You couldn’t help but snort.
“Were they right?” You received an eye roll and a punch in the shoulder.
“Shut up, man.”
“Oh, come on! You can’t tell me all that and expect me to not ask questions.” You looked away and took a bite of your burger, confused by the slight disappointment you felt. It’s not like you really cared about the answer. “It’s no big deal if you are, bud.”
“And who said I am?” Francis’ voice was higher than it just was, like he was slightly panicked by the accusation.
“Those pageant girls, apparently.” You answered with a teasing grin. “Ever kissed a guy?”
“Gee, Y/n, no. Guess I never had the opportunity.” Francis sighed, taking a large sip of his spiked soda. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Sure, it seemed believable while he lived in a military academy in Alabama. But, especially looking the way Francis does now, you’re hesitant to believe he never even had the offer.
Huh, maybe you did like guys. Or at least a guy.
“Do you want an opportunity?” The words left your mouth before you even thought about them, surprising you further. By the look on his face, Francis was just as surprised.
“What?” He managed to choke out. You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact that you had just offered to kiss your childhood-turned-somewhat estranged best friend.
“Just saying, Francis. Better to kiss a friend than a stranger. Besides, who knows? You might like it.” You kept out the part that you were now secretly rooting for him to accept. You smirked at a now thoughtful Francis, trying to seem uncaring yet slightly intrigued by the whole matter.
A quiet Francis wasn’t a good one, which had you worried. You had half a mind to laugh, claiming that you were joking or that the cheap alcohol had taken your filter. But you were too deep now; you wanted to know what he’d say.
Francis licked his lips before turning to look at you, taking a deep exhale.
“Fuck it.” The craziest part was that he seemed completely serious.
Wordlessly, you both prepared yourselves. There seemed to be this unspoken agreement that whatever happened in your car would stay in your car until the both of you died. You took a final long sip of liquid courage before Francis took your face in his hands. You didn’t expect him to take charge of the situation, but you’re glad he did because the situation probably wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t.
The kiss was quick but enough to absolutely boggle your mind. Francis slipped one of his hands to the back of your head to draw you in. His fingers became tangled with your hair, keeping you in place after he pulled away. The two of you were quiet with eyes closed, not knowing how to proceed.
“Am I a good kisser, Wilkerson?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood. Francis took the shy grin off your lips with another quick kiss, and when he pulled away, you opened your eyes this time. His baby blue eyes stared at you, filled with surprise and profoundness and what you wanted to say was lust.
“Okay…” Francis licked his lips again, taking a deep breath. God, it was so hot. “I think I might be a little gay.”
“Agreed.” You replied, staring back at him. He immediately went back in for a kiss that was longer and deeper than the previous ones. And you didn’t complain in the slightest.
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therosevest · 8 months ago
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ok and now i need to talk this out on here cause like in all reality idc that much but this is just a little. awk. i might do this under the cut just so i can talk in a bunch of little paragraphs if thats chill ok ty
sooooo right ive mentioned that sam has been talking abt having beef specifically w his roommates but also that friend group at large bc they went on spring break trips w/o him. The roommate took a duo trip with fellow dyke and everyone else did like a big thing together erm
right thats just the context idrc except for the amount of times sams vaguely alluded to it and idk any other details. um but he has called his roommates like the 'poison pills' of the whole ordeal since they literally live together (but they havent been that close. prob since their freshman year when sam was out for a semester. which isnt inherently er bad but hes acting like hes been victimized for the last few years)
and like last night after this long sesh of working on our assignment sam and i r walking to the bus stop and he says something about finding out just like shitty awful drama and how it sucks having to live with 'two of those people' lmao sorry im not laughing im just like. whatever
this said i have plans to see. should i name sams roommate. ok i cant do that rn but we have plans to hang on monday and i would be seeing sam like immediately after for class. and esp if we're hanging out on campus like we might have a repeat of last time where sam spots us out and im not sure if he'd approach and hang this time. but hes obviously aware that me and them like chat
so it's like not so subtle that hes trying to get me to either ask abt the roommate or flat out not trust/see them anymore and i just havent engaged which might come across as "fake" but like. well ill be honest man theyre all a year younger than me and that doesnt mean much but it does feel very immature to handle things this way idk the whole story but im not gonna get roped into the like Omg i cant talk to this person bc of beef idk about...
and maybe i should feel worse abt not being #loyal to someone who is or at least at one point was considered a friend esp when it comes to someone that yeah ig he does know better than i but i dont... sorry ive been talking abt this bitch like cady and regina george except im not psychosexually obsessed im just like. hes been more insufferable than i remember lately yk.
i feel the Tiniest bit bad and like oh have i taken advantage of u bc yk we've hung and smoked and had dinner together often at ur place and def wormed my way into talking to the roommate via u etc but then i remember the way sam talks abt like anything and i dont feel all that bad
and theres this whole thing abt the eclipse i dont have plans to go see it it might happen last second but now after sams asked me abt it and messaged me like yeah idk we (him and his bestie) could maybe take a bus but we'd need a place to stay (asking to stay w my family bc i mentioned it like once on my close friends) and then theyre like going to a diff city anyway like oh my gooooood it's gonna be seen as shady and i dont really CARE i just need assurance that this is stupid as hell and its ok if im a little bit of an asshole about it. i dont think being mad abt the eclipse would hold up but w/e
has not been at the top of my worries and still isnt but now that this is all coming up in the next week im like frank g*llagher voice (sorry) oh Jesus Christ. you know
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thatsnotbuddies · 2 years ago
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g’s hrpf recs
okok this blog exists bc one day I clicked on a tknp fic in some random person’s bookmarks just because it seemed interesting and the rest is history
so it’s only right i make a list of my fave fics I’ve read since then
here goes
⭐ = ultimate faves
I’ve got about . 200 hrpf bookmarks on ao3 but these are the ones that I think about a lot/have re-read more than twice. there’s soo much more I could rec, if you want a list for a specific pairing lmk??
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TKNP
colours i can't see (with anyone else) - (E, 7,357 words) ⭐
Travis gets the call about two weeks before he stands before the team, helmet dangling from his fingertips and heart beating against his chest like it wants to crack through his ribs.
“I’m moving to Toronto.”
The silence that washes through the locker room is deafening. No one says anything for a long 30 seconds. The only sound is that of skate guards squeaking against the floor.
Nolan is the one who breaks the silence. “What the fuck? They can’t trade you.”  And Travis winces and Nolan widens his eyes like a deer caught in headlights and someone to his left sighs. “Oh.”
Notes: The conversation in the second to last scene gets me Every Time 😭
vision trick - (E, 21,528 words)
Pat’s new house is haunted.
Notes: I’m an Interstellar (2014), Contact (1997), love-transcending-all-dimensions-including-time girlie so this is. everything. to me.
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JOEL FARABEE/MORGAN FROST
letters from allentown (T, 4,539 words) ⭐
“Hahahah the flyers are shit,” Morgan tweets, sometime in early November of 2013. He's probably not expecting a pissy pre-teen from Cicero, New York to slide into his DMs and start up a four year argument over whether or not the Flyers suck, right up until Morgan turns eighteen and gets drafted by the Flyers himself.
Notes: This is THEE quintessential joel/morgan fic to me
in my defense, spring - (T, 2,764 words, Magical Realism) ⭐
Morgan gets called up a month into the season. He arrives in Philly with three suits, two duffle bags full of gear, and a very large potted basil plant.
Notes: I went on a magical realism bender for a bit and this is one of the faves. Frosty as a spring witch born into a winter witch family :’) Taking care of all his plants :’)
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MCSTROME
The Next Next One (M, 71,275 words) ⭐
No, Dylan has not picked up a copy of the book, nor does he plan to anytime soon. No, he has not talked to Connor about it. He hasn’t talked to Connor about anything in a long time, but the media does not need to know that.
Notes: This is number one all time fave. It turns me inside out every time I read it. So well written down to the fake book snippets!!!! You could take this and make a movie adaptation of it and it would kill at the box office.
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MATTDRAI
how lovely are thy branches (M, 5271 words) (also Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk)
“What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”
Notes: This is just such a laugh, I love it
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JOEL FARABEE/CARTER HART (you know when you’re not that invested in a pairing but some of the writing for it is just so good? this is me with this)
pour some sugar on him and blame it on the rain - (T, 5,719 words, Magical Realism)
Carter is a witch working the convenience store night shift. Joel is a regular customer who just can’t seem to stop getting cursed. Morgan is mostly along for the ride.
Notes: Fun! Shenanigans!
You look so sweet in the heat of the summer (E, 5,319 words)
Carter's fed up with feeling like he’s wasting his summer, out of sync with his friends, watching the days dwindle down with nothing to show for it.
He’s not sure what he expects Joel to be able to do about that feeling, but at least he’s a promised distraction.
Notes: This is so great at capturing a Very Specific summer vibe. End notes changed my whole opinion on ‘Tis The Damn Season, lmao. I cry now.
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capriciouscaprine · 7 months ago
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good morning!!!!! I had good number news this morning!!! lotsssss of numbers below, just fyi
I haven't really talked about my goals or current numbers on here, in part bc I was worried that if that was one of the first things I posted, whatever flagging bot gets used on here (I know, it's mostly crusaders who go thru the tags and mass repo blogs that gets us distapeared) would see those things and I'd be on their no-fly list immediately
plus, there's something to be said for the fear of saying something out loud, when I've not been the sort of person to stick to hobbies and things before
BUT
last week, I hit a goal of $125.4 (iirc), which means I hit a simultaneous goal of a 'healthy' -$5/month for 15 months straight, for a total of -$75.00 from my starting balance of $200.00
which, I honestly was having trouble being excited about hitting that goal bc of our common habit of rounding up, so any decimals next to that number it feel like I hadn't actually hit it, and I had worked REALLY HARD to get there, including a multi-mile treadmill walk and everything
BUT
my check in day is monday (start the week off informed!); on tuesday the monthly obnoxiousness started, and most of us who experience that will skip check in days that are close to it bc it messes with our bodies so much, so our measurements will be inaccurate
then, last week was spring break for my internship, but it's only two days a week, so I spent two days last week almost entirely sitting at my computer, working on my course work
meanwhile, in the same week, I clocked THEE MOST hours at my almost entirely outdoor, moderately physical job in about six months aka since about mid-fall, as late fall thru early spring is our slow season and things are now picking back up; I spent the week planting seedlings, repairing fences, running around after babies, and doing deeper cleaning now that things are warmer and deep bedding isn't so much of a priority
which, I spent last summer consistently dropping without thinking too much about it, tbh, and I'm pretty sure now that it's bc of this job (there was other stuff like switching from regular ice cream to halo top, etc, but on the whole I wasn't doing things like counting and I hadn't even made this blog yet)
and for meals this week, I seemed to average just about 1k; some days were higher and others were lower, some days I felt like an unwilling black hole and others I was just... fine after eating a small lunch/dinner (I keep weird hours, it was the final meal of the day for me, idk); plus, no semi-fraught Easter lunch with my family
SO
that brings us to today's check in
$123.2
officially, for realsies, under that $125.00 goal, and also the amount I claimed on my drivers license bc I thought it was funny and it was only a little lower than my actual amount BEFORE UNIVERSITY, AND very genuinely really close to a secret goal I've had since I heard it as a song lyric in 11th grade: $120.00
I know, it's such a silly thing to base a goal off of, and really highlights just how pervasive unrealistic body standards are, that some man stated it as the measure of a fictional grown woman he was writing about who you KNOW he envisioned as being 'curvy' and taller than a literal child
but I'm still gonna hit it
and yep, I'm once of those people who have reduced their goals over time; you think a number sounds really low, and then you find out how much people who look the way you want to measure in at, and realize that if that's where you wanna be, this number isn't going to have you looking like that unless it's mostly muscle, and I'm for sure not mostly muscle
anyways, introspection on societal pressures out of the way, this morning's breakfast was a 1/3 of a cup of egg substitute (50), two low f 'canadian bacon' slices (20 each for 40 together), a slice of lite toast (45) with lite country crock spread (about 1/2 a tblsp, so half of 35), and my coffee (25), so that's a relatively high f and protein breakfast for just under 200 (and of course we round up to the bigger whole number!)
I was hoping to feel satiated from that, but it's not quite hitting like yesterday's grilled cheese did; ah, well, just one more data point to take note of!
now, fingers crossed I can finish this presentation before work this morning!!!
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dogfags · 4 months ago
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wah. I can't keep missing school bc I want to graduate and get my license and be able to fucking MOVE ON with my life. but I am sooo fucking exhausted. I'd take a leave of absence but I fear it wouldn't really help bc I still have to work damn near full time at my other job to make the bills. I'm starting makeup class this week so 2/3 days of the week I'll be in class which will be a nice break from taking clients every single day. and I do need to start grinding quotas more bc I've been slacking a bit. I'm just so fucking tired. I can't miss makeup class bc then I won't get the makeup certification which like, I don't rly WANT to do makeup as a career but idk I'd like to have the ability without having to take a whole other class for it if I'm already taking this one. so I'm going to try my hardest not to miss school days for the next 6-8 weeks. I have to take one day off for my hysto consult but that's it I think. I have to get back on my grind. but I am so tired. idk how to get back into the HUSTLE GRINDSET™™ I had a couple months ago. like sure I wanted to die a bit from exhaustion but I was still showing up every day. now I skip school simply if the vibes feel off lmao. and realistically I shouldn't care bc the only person this affects is me, like, me skipping doesn't hurt literally anyone but myself. and even then all it does is just push my graduation date back a bit. hurts my attendance percentage. but I'm still at like 78% and you just can't fall below 67%. but idk. I want to be good :( I am cursed with capitalism grind mindset and I just hope this is as rewarding as it is horribly terribly stressful. if I just get through this maybe I can have a real full time job by spring next year. and then I'll have two days off PER WEEK!! maybe. I might still have to keep working at the coffee shop if I can't make bills on whatever wage I'm making at a salon. which can't be much just starting out. if I push through and don't miss many more days or take a leave of absence I can graduate by mid to late January. by then I should hopefully have about $3k saved up as a cushion for when I get a salon job and I'm making virtually nothing as an assistant/apprentice. that is hoping I can even GET a salon job... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I'm praying this is all worth it.
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clarafyer · 8 months ago
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Btw I havent posted much because burnout is still real with like everything except my CRK hyperfixation but I have gotten back on track with working on the animatic, this week I have the pre-ACT and then spring break next week, but like family might be over during spring break so Idk how much I'll be able to do-??? But yeah things are still a bit rough in general sooooooo yeah just letting y'all know. Now for a bunch of posts into one
Speaking of CRK what the hell was my luck-unluck today??? I already have hollyberry and elder fairy and they're both just for collection purposes and so is butter roll lmao, also finally got to world 17 today
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Here's the short poem I wrote about the entities (minus Vespera bc precious child exists without purpose and duty) I plan to make a series of 5 paintings based on the 5 lines and submit that to the HS showcase at this college, but only if they RESPOND TO HER EMAILS PLEASE I HAVE TO KNOW IF I CAN DO 5 BEFORE I START 1 😭
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And I've also decided to work on the worldbuilding of the rp more, specifically the country's cultural practices and I'm pretty sure no one cares if I use Greek and Japanese inspiration at the same time- I mean the country's literally been named OLYMPIA for the past 2 years we already used a bit of Greek inspiration, but Muroko being a heavily influential god to them and him being fully inspired by Japanese rulers and gods kind of makes him feel out of place if it's all Greek-inspired culture. PART OF THIS PROCESS ALSO INCLUDES ME GOING ON PINTEREST AND MAKING A SMALL MOODBOARD TO SHARE WITH THEM :D
So y'all get to see too, I am attempting to mix Japanese and Greek culture into our silly little high-fantasy world because we never put a focus on the world they live in, only the characters and the HORRIBLE magic system I wrote before the most recent reset
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fandomn00blr · 2 years ago
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Get to Know the Blogger
(that's me!)
I got tagged by @serial-chillr and @paraparadigm in this one! Tagging @funkypoacher, @pinkfadespirit, @normal-goatboy, @bengalaas, @cleverblackcat, @musetta3, @ruiniel , @nirikeehan , @blarrghe, @moss--and--bones, @genginger, @sarsaparillia, and anyone else who wants in...some of you may have already done this, and if so, I do apologize!
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(Say hello to Zebra, one of the very happy nerite snails that shares a tank with Spawn's betta...did you know snails have little scraper teeth thingies? Because I sure didn't until we added them to the tank!)
Last song you listened to: "Devil Got My Woman" by Gregg Allman
Currently reading: Listening to/reading (whatever my brain will allow) House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones
Last movie: We just watched Le Ballon Rouge with Spawn bc it was only 34 minutes long and we had promised her a movie before bed
Last TV show: I...started watching Black Sails...*ducks*
Craving: Lemon bars!
What are you wearing right now: A big beige sweater with random suede elbow patches and grey 'lounge pants'...lol
How tall are you: 5'9, 5'10 if I stand up straight
Piercings: Do scarred over nose stud holes count? If so, I got three total (one in each earlobe, too)
Tattoos: I'm too indecisive to ever pick something I want permanently depicted on my body
Glasses or contacts: Glasses!
Last drink: Fountain Diet Coke (channeling my inner Deborah Vance)
Last thing you ate: Pizza! (It's Friday in the Midwest, of course we got pizza!)
Favorite color: Teal
Current obsession: Lowcountry swamp ecosystems
Any pets: In addition to the snails (4) and the betta, I cater to the needs of a geriatric mastiff mix with a chronic case of dietary indiscretion
Favorite fictional character: I love too many to pick just one, but let's just say my favorite type of fictional character is smart but also an idiot
The last place you traveled: Detroit! (Headed to sunny Milwaukee next week for Spring Break to round out our Midwest tour)
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lgbtqiadnf · 2 years ago
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Me and My Husband <dnf>
HAI!! Hello :) I said I'd post by the end of the month but spring break is here so might as well post yk? BTW this was supposed to be a one shot, but like this is taking too long so here is technically, "The first part," well, its the first 5 pages !! (outta 10 pages + this is a wip) also I'm doing this bc I miss my bf sm XP I get to see him SOON THO! Not like how dteam say soon too!! OKAY KLETS BEING!! <chapter 1>
Sorrow.
Sorrow is how Dream felt, 
Something was missing, no, not Patches, she was tucked in, 
No, it was her uncle, Sapnap, he was on a so-called business trip and wouldn’t be home, 
What was missing?
Dream sat on his empty bed, staring at his unlocked phone as if he was waiting for a notification,
 “Papa?” Patches knocked on Dream's door, “Yes, honey?” Dream turned off his phone, putting all his attention on his daughter, 
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Dream scooped her up, putting her in his bed, “I miss him,” Patches voice was squeaky, “I miss George too, he’ll be back, he just went to his old home for a couple weeks,” Dream brushed his hand through her hair,
“I want da home,” She was sobbing, lightly, “He’ll be home, I promise,” Dream tried to calm her down, “What if he likes his old home more and doesn't want to come back,” Dream was a bit taken back by her overthinking, “He wouldn’t stay there, he loves you too much,” Dream smiled, hugging Patches, 
“Does he love you?” Dream was reminded of the many times he begged George to tell him, ‘I love you,’ “I would guess, I’m your dad, he’s also your dad, and like,” Dream blushed, “Do you love him?” “Yes, of course!” Dream giggled, 
“I love da too, I love you too!” Patches smiled, showing off her imperfect teeth, “Do you wanna try and call him?” Dream suggested even though there was a high chance George was busy, “YES!” Patches shot up from Dream's bed, “I text him first, then we’ll see if we can call him,” Dream smiled and got on his phone,
He texted George, “Why does da’s name have a heart and flower emoji next to it?” Dream put those there as a joke, “Because,” “You and da are married, right? Like Lucy's parents?” Dream and George weren’t married, they weren’t even dating, they just shared custody of Patches, “Uhm, yeah, me and George are married!” Dream joked to make Patches feel better.
After a couple minutes, Dream got a reply to his, ‘Hi, patchy misses you,’ “he said…’Hey, I miss her too, tell her I said that,’” Dream read out to Patches, “Can I have your phone?” Patches put out her hand, “sure,” Dream handed her his phone, 
A couple seconds later, he got his phone back,
‘DA!!!!!!!!! I miss u so muxh!!!!!!! Whn r u comig home????????? Pa misss u lots to! :( he told me u 2 r married!!!! Why did u not tell me:(‘
“Honey, what?” Dream narrowed his eyebrows, “hm?” Patches tired eyes made her more guilty,
“I was— honey, me and George aren’t like Lucy's parents,” Dream didn't want to ruin her mood, “well yeah, you and da don’t act married in front of people, oh my god! Is that you and da married a secret!” “Yes, even from George, it's a secret,” That confused Patches, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell him,” Patches hugged Dream, “Its okay, just don’t go off telling Geo—“ a notification came from Dreams phone, 
‘PATCHY!!!! Hi, patchy:) I missed you too :( I promise I’ll call when I’m no longer busy !! Tell your father I miss him, but not as much as I miss you!! And sorry for not telling you about me and your father :( We just didn’t understand our feelings at first? Yes, me and your father are in fact married!!! Tell your friend Lucy she can come to our wedding!!!!’ 
“You and da are married! Oh my gosh! Yay!” Patches giggled, but all Dream could do was blush, “Yeah, honey! Now, why don’t you go to bed, its late, you don't wanna miss uncle Saps arrival, do you now?,” Dream tucked Patches into his bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, she shook her head, “Okay, goodnight, love you,” Patches smiled, waving, “Night, love you too,” Dream waved back and left his room.
Dream stared at the stupid text message George sent for Patches, ‘Hi, it's your “husband” why tf would you lie to patches about us being married?’ 
‘I’m not lying?’ Georges boldness was thick
‘Yes you are? Wdym?’ Georges cocky behaviour made Dream feel less sorrowful, 
‘Don’t be idiotic, Clay, you know exactly what I mean,’ 
‘Idiotic? What the fuck? George this isn't something we should joke ab with our daughter, daughter, George, not some random person online,’
‘Clay? Is that you? Or some random person?’ 
‘It's me, are you even George? Or are you some random idiot,’
‘Nope, still George, your fiancé :)’ 
‘Okay, George, stop, we can’t lie to Patches!’ 
‘Stop telling me I’m lying, I'm not lying, you’re just forgetting!’
‘George, there's nothing going on between us, were just friends’
‘Friends? Funny, you’re so funny, are you sure you don’t remember? When you first adopted patches, and told me I had the opportunity to share custody? You don’t remember what you said?’
‘I just said, you and I could share custody of her, nothing else’
‘Yeah, that's it, sure, I remember something you said but ig you forgot :(‘
‘What did I say?’ 
‘Smth like “omg George I can't live without you, I need you so bad, please bare my child with me and be my fiancé!!!!!” I think that's what you said, always could be wrong tho 💀💀💀💀’ 
‘WHAT’ 
‘Do I need to provide the video you sent?’ 
‘Yes!!!’
George sent him a video of Dream, seeming not sober, George had screen recorded their facetime call, “George, please, marry me, I need you so bad, I can’t live without you, I seriously can’t, it hurts to not see you every day, please George, come to the US and come to me and your new daughter,” Dream slurred, on the edge of tears, 
“My new daughter? Marry you?” George's tone was so sarcastic it wasn't funny anymore, “Yes, marry me, we could be a family, us as the dads of Patches,” George could hear Dream smile through the phone, “Patches is my new daughter?” “Yes, our daughter,” “Okay, I’m down to get married but like are there any benefits?” “Free editing, for like, a kiss or something?” “Anything else?” “There's more, I’m too tired to tell you,” Dream on cue, yawned and rubbed his eyes, 
“Okay, tell me them later, go to sleep, bye goodnight, ’babe’” George laughed at the little bit he did, “Why are you being such an idiot?” Dream laughed at Georges laugh, “I’m not, your the idiot for marrying me,” George rolled his eyes, “go to bed, Dream, I’m literally hanging up if you don’t,” “Don’t leave me,” “I’m hanging up, bye,” “No you are—“ The screen recording ended, leaving Dream was left starstruck, 
‘Got the evidence you need?’ Dream could just imagine the stupid grin George was wearing, 
‘I was obviously drunk, George,’ 
‘Drunk or not, you proposed, I said yes (kinda) and we are now I guess ‘legally’ fiancé,’ 
‘No, if this is true, then I’m breaking up with you, I’m not getting married to you,’ 
‘Okay...you’re telling Patches, I won't be home for weeks and I don’t wanna ruin my coming home day by telling her we aren’t married,’
‘I don’t wanna make her feel bad!!’ 
‘No, its fine, just ruin her mood, it’s cool :)’ Georges text made Dream scoff, 
‘I can't do that!’ 
‘Well, we either get married (we would fake it or whatever if you don’t wanna actually make a commitment or like you can marry someone else and they’ll be my replacement, Patches will have a mom!!! Omg!!!! Or another dad, whatever you want ofc) or we break up and she is heartbroken! Choice is yours :D’
‘George you’re insane! Clinically insane, I’m going to need like a day, no 2 days to think ab this!’ Dream groaned, he didn’t want to make her feel bad but a fake marriage? Was George mental? Fake marriage was the first thing he could really think of? 
‘I gave you 2 options, take as long as you will, you will have to make a decision,’ 
‘Fuck you,’ Dream turned off his phone, he no longer felt sorrow.
Guilt? No, no that isn't it, it was a nicer emotion,
Happy? Not quite, what was it?
Dream felt an emotion he never seemed to feel, it felt nice, really nice.
The next morning, Dream had ‘slept’ on the couch, in reality, all he did was sulk and miss George,
 “WAKE UP!” A loud scream entered his ear, “Quackcity is here! Pa! Quackcity!” Patches held Quackity’s hand, she was wearing a dark purple shirt with a minion on it, George got it for her, and light purple leggings, “oh my god, look, my name isn’t ‘Quackcity’ its fucking—“ “OH MY GOD! HE SWORE!” Patches pointed at quackity, “This fucking kid,” he whispered so only him and dream could hear,
“Why did you let uncle Quackity in?” Dream asked, tiredly, “He let himself in,” Patches smiled, “Yeah, and I picked out her fit! Rate it," "7,” Dream couldn't help remember George with her shirt, it looked like the one George had, “7? Only? Patches, teach this guy a lesson," "Okay, when you mix blue with red, it makes purple, when you mix yellow with blue it makes green!” Patches joyfully talked about this new concept of colours, 
“Don’t tell George, he’ll get scared,” Dream joked about Georges colour blindness, “Does Da not like colours?” “How can he like them if he can't see them?” Dream tried to explain, “Why can’t he see colours?” Patches voice had a hint of sadness, “He got into a freak accident and then one day he woke up and couldn’t see colour,” Quackity joked, “No no, Uncle Quackity is lying, he just was born that way!” “Just like how I was born with white spots?!” 
Patches pointed at her multi-coloured skin, the contrast of dark brown and white made her look very unique and special, “Yes, just like you and your white spots, and your white heart too!” Patches had a small white spot, which looked like a heart on her forehead, it was her favourite one, “Does Da have hearts in his eyes?” Dream laughed, it would make George look like a cartoon if he had hearts in his eyes, “He does, but you can only see the hearts when he looks at Dream,” Quackity nudges Dream's shoulder, “Isn’t that right, Dream?” 
Dream cleared his throat, “Hm, I don't know?” Quackity laughed, “Yeah, yeah, he doesn't know!” Patches looked confused like she didn't get a joke that they both got, “When is Da coming home?” She asked to switch up the conversation, “In like 3 or 4 weeks,” “That's too long! Can’t he just come home early,” Patches groaned, throwing herself on the couch, “No, it’ll be like he was never gone!” Dream enlightenment made Patches sad, “No, I do notice he’s gone,” 
“George's existence is too hard to forget, without him around, you really notice how much quieter and nicer it is!” Quackity smiled as if he was given a Nobel prize, “Ignore him! He’ll be back and he’ll bring you something as well!” Dream got up and took Patches outside, Quackity followed behind, “A gift?” Patches joyfully spoke, “Yes, a gift!” Dream brought her to the front lawn, “Now why don't you and Quackity play out here, Uncle Sap is coming back today!” Patches lit up, at her favourite uncle was coming back, “SAP! Oh my gosh! Can I wait outside until he comes?” Patches sat down on the green grass, Quackity joining her, 
“He’ll come later in the evening, so I don’t know if you want to stay out fo—“ “NO! I wanna stay!” Patches jumped up, cutting Dream off, “Okay have fun,” Dream smiled, and went back inside.
Dream couldn't get that stupid question that George asked out of his head, Fake marriage? Act like George’s husband just to make our daughter happy? Dream got flustered at the thought of what George and he would do if they were acting, hold hands? Sleep in the same bed?...kiss?! Oh my god, All these thoughts made Dream want to scream, 
Dream opened up his phone and messaged George, 
‘Are you busy?’ 
A reply came back, instantly,
‘No, why, does Patchy wanna talk!!!???’
‘No, I wanna talk,’
‘Oh, well, then I’m busy,’
‘No, you aren’t, idiot,’
‘Got busy, sry’
‘Its ab the fake marriage thing,’ 
‘Make your mind up?’
‘Yea,' Dream hadn’t made his mind up, he just wanted George's attention,
‘Oh, okay, so like, what do you wanna do?’ 
‘We should get married,’ Dream regretted every second of that message, from typing it out to full-blown sending it, 
‘Married? Fr?’ 
‘Yes, fr, I wanna get married to you:)’ 
‘Fake marriage, right?’ Dream could hear George's shaky voice saying that message,
‘It could be real if you want it to be,’ Dream wrote slyly,
‘No, no, fake is fine, plus like if we got married and you wanted to marry someone else, we would have to go through the whole divorce process, I'm too lazy for that,’ 
‘Why is it always me who wants to get married? Do you not wanna marry someone in the future?’
‘Idk, I don't meet anyone so like me dating someone is highly unlikely too,’ Dream laughed, 
‘But why am I the one getting married?’
‘Idk, I'm just saying it,’ 
‘Oh mhm, so like...wanna get fake married?’
‘Yeah, sure,’ 
This felt like some twisted dream Dream was having, it was he was going to wake up right as George came back and they did the full song and dance, he didn't want it to be a dream, he wanted to wake up and George was still his husband, even if it was fake,
HI! Its me again, Clay/Cat boy, WE"VE COME TO AN END </3 not the story but the chapter XP <3 Hope you enjoyed (FEEDBACK VERY APPRECIATED) BYE NOW <3
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the-nettle-knight · 2 years ago
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Rant about my job incoming
I hate my company sometimes. They hired a huge number of trainees over the summer (14- more than normal and experienced archaeologists combined). There was a lot of work but they definitely haven't trained them properly (they didn't train me properly either).
Now it's winter and there are basically only two sites ongoing - one is on the other side of the country and the other has been flooded off. Sure, these are large sites and will need all the people they can get. But in the spring and summer. At the moment there's basically zero work that can be done. And they knew this would happen because they started the local site at the *bottom of the hill* on a *flood plain*. The project officer is literally from the town. I'm from the town. I could and have been telling them that they're gonna get flooded off site. But no, they started the massive site, most of which is on a hill, at the bottom of the hill in winter on a flood plain.
Every year the work dries up around the end of January. Every fucking year. And they promise the trainees that they'll keep their jobs. They've *extended* several contracts. And what can they do in the mean time. They come to us in finds. My office outgrew the building quite a while ago but we haven't moved to anywhere larger. It's cramped in the finds room with three people. Next week we have an extra 12.
The biggest issue? Field archaeologists treat it as a nice break (I know I was one). It's warm, it's (mostly) dry. They hardly ever get the job done properly bc of this. Which means that we have to fix all the mistakes. Which pisses off my supervisor. He doesn't want field staff in the finds room. Our manager goes above his head. They get pissy at one another and it affects all of us. Two of the five of us in my department cried today. Next week is gonna be hell. All bc my fucking company never learns and doesn't hire seasonal workers in the spring
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kae-karo · 2 years ago
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for the ask game: 27 for kaeya and the huge bread, and then 37, 41, 42 and 49 if you'd like :D
AWE hi hello tyty so much anon !!!! for context (x)
27. How long did it take to write Kaeya and the Huge Bread? Describe the process.
hooooooooooo boy okay so according to gdocs, i started writing it in mid february lmao. and i'm not entirely sure what day exactly i finished, but i did start posting it on childe's bday (july 20), and my usual process is to take a week or two prior to posting a chaptered fic to edit it, so...give or take 4.5-5mo or so to write?
tbh when i run headfirst into longfics like that, i rarely have much of a process lmao. i really don't outline anything, but i'll have usually a few key points i want to hit on throughout the story, or a few scenes/dialogue bits that i'm particularly excited to write, and then i really just work my way from one bit to the next lmao. i really have to write linearly, which sort of helps me make progress cause if i only wrote the stuff i was super excited for, i wouldn't bother to fill in the blanks or figure out any of the other cool stuff that i usually discover along the way
for example, the fact that the irodori festival was going to be a big part of the story/a big part of kaeya's reveal wasn't something i even really uncovered til halfway through writing the story lmao AND actually it didn't even occur to me til long after i conceived the idea for certain plot points that the reason kaeya struggled with not wanting childe to hold him to too-high romantic standards was not only bc he didn't feel like his writing reflected himself as a romantic partner but also cause he's aromantic!
this one was also fun cause i have all these commercial breaks, which started as an excuse to write zhongluc but quickly evolved into an excuse to write some other ships that i otherwise would have no reason or groundwork to write outside the context of this au, but those often got written actually After i worked on most of the main fic (my brain didn't demand linear writing since each one was sort of a Separate story) and also cause the main fic didn't get divided properly into chapters til basically i was done lmao
i also had a snag at one point during that writing period where i deadass wrote a whole scene, then immediately realized i was cramming too much into one single situation, and i actually ended up having to go back and rewrite the whole thing as two distinct scenes lmaoooo
37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?
i adore this question and i have to limit the number of times i plug my first chaeya fic lmao so instead i will mention a kaeluc fic that got a surprisingly small amount of traction for the fact that it's klk?
our names were meant to have arrows drawn through (x) is a fun lil spring break fic where klk meet as strangers and - in a wildly impulsive move on diluc's part - spend the night together
41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
am i a simp for my wife? yes. but she's basically nonexistent on tumblr now so i can do that >:} seriously tho, there's just something poetic about the way she writes, and the first time i read smth of hers i was just. enamored with her writing style? i'm not entirely sure i had a 'this is what i want my writing to look like' vibe exactly (and i'm not sure i've had that really with any fic, per se - i like the way i write! and i know it's influenced by what i read as well, but it's rarely a conscious decision to point my writing in a particular direction)
anyway, that said, sometimes i feel inspired to write a little more poetically and i think it has to do with how lovely her writing sounds to me. she doesn't write for genshin, but if any of u bktdbks follow me, be sure to check out her fics - analog love (x) is a sweet one abt oranges
42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?
ohhhh this is both simultaneously a hard question to answer and a very easy one. the hard answer is: i have the memory of goldfish with amnesia and even the comments i've received that i know have been particularly meaningful to me or particularly poignant have slipped my mind
the easy answer is that, although i can't recall specific examples of exact comments, i do know the things in comments that i've received that genuinely mean the world to me. comments about my stories being immersive or that the reader couldn't put it down, comments about rereading, comments that pick out tropes or ideas or specific things that transcend some of my stories that the reader appreciates, comments that quote favorite lines (especially if, by coincidence, they quote some of my favorite lines from a story). comments that say i got someone into a ship !!!! comments that mention that my story got them through a rough time. comments from serial commenters whose names i recognize from my other fics
idk if this is conceited or smth but some day i would really just love to go print out like. all the comments i've gotten and paste them on big posterboards or smth to hang on my walls. i do not have the wall space for that but perhaps some day i will lmao cause like. idk sometimes my brain just forgets that like. this is from a whole entire real person !!!! who read my words !!! and LIKED THEM and wanted to let me know !!!!! like !!!! holy shit bro !!!!!
49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!
LMAO what am i currently not working on? i keep saying i'll get back to my prince kaeya x many fic some day soon, but ideas keep cropping up and bopping me in the head lmao. perhaps once things slow down a bit for me, i'll have time and energy to swing back to it
currently i'm working on something as a request which i'm not quite ready to share bits of yet (still early stages atm as i am irritatingly busy rn and haven't been able to really get a flow going just yet)
i am also probably going to try to bash out another lil fic of the chiluc variety cause i got a bit of brainrot lmao assuming i have any time!!
so, alas, nothing really to share from a wip perspective atm, but i do still have quite the backlog of completed oneshots (i believe we still have some zhongchi, klk, chaeya, chennett, xiaoven, a surprise that i can't talk about for Reasons, plus some bktdbk and shinbaku on the bnha side)
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dgaftilwedie · 7 months ago
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thinking abt trey!!!!!! need to talk abt trey!!!!!! ramblinf under the cut EEEEEEEEEEE
jack daniels straight from the fucking bottle LMFAOAOOA he doesnt usually go to bars
he showers like, once every two days (he doesn't leave the house very often so he's not SUPER gross) but when he does, yknow he stays cleanly. washes his face real good, he uses fuckin native body wash in the limited edition girl scout samoas scent 😭😭 he spends HELLAAAAA time on his hair tho. shampoo, conditioner, tons of serums and shit like you'd think it'd get greasy from the sheer amount of hair masks and moisturizers he uses but it's SO FUCKING SOFT. it always looks perfect because he spends LITERALLY 3 HOURS ON IT
WEED he blows like a hundred every week. no one knows how he stills has his apartment. or how he can take care of his kitty. trey's fucking goated ok TRUST
oh my god he's got a bunch i can't even like describe them all LMFAOOAA he's got a biohazard symbol right above where his pants it on his tummy, he's got a sexy clown chick with fat tits on his side, he's definitely got some kind of asking alexandria tat, and he has a bunch of shitty stick n pokes that ty and cass did for him, either bc they were drunk and it was funny or bc cass actually wanted to practice
he doesn't cry very much at all. the last time he cried was when he left his family for the last time. he got tired. he was tired of their bullshit. he misses his baby sister, vivienne. she's only 11. he's gonna take her in one day, he promises to himself.
he's technically the oldest. he doesn't talk about that much. don't ask him about it.
ok picture a pair of black converse. ok now add a couple holes in the seems and the soles and parts of the rubber falling off and a cigarette burn or two and also a pair of obliterated fucking shoelaces im talking no aglets on either side, they're stringy messes, they look like fuckin ugmmmmmmmmfmefhsejf string cheese.......... ok yeah there u go
he straight up has no bed. no box spring. it's just a kinda torn mattress in the corner of his room. there are some fatttttttt stains from where he dropped his drinks and a couple burns. he usually doesn't care to put a fitted sheet on half the time, but when he does, it's a fucking fnaf sheet. he gets super cold at night so he has like three comforters PLUS a super soft fuzzy blanket that he burritos around himself (it's a tortilla blanket) (one of the comforters is from the same fnaf as the sheet) (one of them is a hello kitty comforter) (the other one is fucking mario kart) (HE'S A LOSER)
halloween for sure!!!!! when he was younger, he'd always spend so much time coming up with his costumes. like he put in his ALL. he made his parents take him to spirit and force them to buy all the decorations he wanted them to. his favorite toy as a kid was one of those zombie babies that had a fake limb in its mouth 😭😭 the candy wasn't even his favorite part (but every halloween, he spoils himself and spends over $50 on halloween candy bc it's what he deserves)
he usually wears cargo shorts so he has extra pocket room. in his left pocket, he's got a penjamin, like $20, a mcdonalds coupon, and a red skittles flavored chapstick. in his right pocket, he's got a pack of ciggies, a hot pink lighter that says "FAGLORD" on it (he found it laying next to a dumpster on his break and snagged the fuck out of it), a dryer sheet he forgot to remove, and a pair of skullcandy earbuds. in his other pockets, he's got some other random shit. some monster tabs, a pack of smarties, several broken rubber bands, the carcass of a dead beetle, and Something Sticky
So my problem with most ‘get to know your character’ questioneers is that they’re full of questions that just aren’t that important (what color eyes do they have) too hard to answer right away (what is their greatest fear) or are just impossible to answer (what is their favorite movie.)  Like no one has one single favorite movie. And even if they do the answer changes.
If I’m doing this exercise, I want 7-10 questions to get the character feeling real in my head. So I thought I’d share the ones that get me (and my students) good results: 
What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)
What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)
What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)
Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 
What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 
Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)
Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)
Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)
What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 
What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.) 
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captainmarsupial · 1 month ago
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the hot weather makes me sad. it's gonna be close to 100 degrees this week and it'll be october! WTHECK MAN.
anyway, camping was fun!! we were only staying a night, so we left early to get to the park. picked up some pandesal on the way & got there around 830ish? so we hit the trail right away and probably took 3 hours to do the hike lol. it definitely was supposed to be quicker but we took a lot of breaks and had snacks at the peak of it. by the end, there wasn't much tree cover & it was getting hot, so the last half mile or so was lowkey agony. afterwards, we grabbed the sun shade & a blanket from the car and posted up in some grass by the lake & had a lunch of egg salad sandos and onigiri. i got very sleepy & tried to nap but failed, so i just read some of guardian instead (my reading of choice for the wilderness is BL with supernatural elements i guess LOL).
closer to 2 we headed to the campsite, setting up wasn't that bad (i think it took about 30-40 min). i played some genius star at the camp table, took a hammock nap, and read & snacked to pass the afternoon. for dinner we made brisket & pork belly, ramyeon, & some veggies (definitely in part bc the brisket+noodles+lettuce they were eating on spring camp made me want it). washed it all down with beer and soju &got pleasantly drunk. we went camping last year in arnold which felt very quiet and woodsy but the vibes at this camp site were pretty different! like, people around us were playing music, which usually would irritate me, but they were playing some old school jams so i was fine with it & it actually made me more relaxed. once the sun went down, the people a few campsites down had a big projector screen & were watching despicable me.. LMAO. meanwhile, we sat at the campfire & had a nightcap of hot chocolate and some pocky. it actually got super cold & i was bundled up in a jacket and a fleece blanket my mom made. sleeping in the tent after such a long day felt sooooo good after.
the next morning, we had coffee & pandesal with eggs and vienna sausage. something about breakfast while camping just hits, especially when it's hella early. hahah. we lounged for a while before tearing down camp, but the sun came through & was hella bright, and it got hot so fast. we definitely got out of there by 1030 but it felt so much later because of the heat.
then we met up with my sister on the way back for some socially distanced ice cream. & went to a small coffee shop where they really had halloween/autumn on display. the vibe was already very dark academia leaning so it rly felt like fall! it was the first day of fall too! i was so pleased lol.
when we got home i took a well needed shower. i think one night camping, especially going somewhere so close was a pretty good move (we almost did two nights at first). & next year i would be down to go with a bigger group for sure.
on thursday & friday i played tennis! thursday was rj's birthday, so we went to hotpot after for dinner. tram & i got these soju capri sun style drinks that were hella fucking strong lol. i ended up with a freakin' hangover at work on friday.. but my boss was out so i took half the day from home bwahaha. on friday we played again since everyone was free, & then afterwards we went to jollibee for dinner. it was LITTTT &took hella long to get our food, but it was so good.
afterwards i drove back to my parents' & stayed the night. i slept super late because i found a bunch of bootleg recordings of kyuhyun's musical songs on soundcloud LMAO. honestly, i have no idea what korean frankenstein is about, & i've definitely heard that the plot is more bonkers than it needs to be, but one thing they're gonna do is make victor frankenstein a poor little meow meow.
in the morning i had to wake up early to hit up downtown with my sister. shockingly, it was warm enough already that a tank top was enough.. TT we walked around & got coffee beans for my dad, some coffee for ourselves, & then went to the bookstore. i got a book called "what you are looking for is in the library." so far i enjoy it but i don't really know where it's going. lol. then we got some pastries at a popup toni's cousin was doing. toni also drove into town that morning so she joined us briefly. then we all parted ways since my sister was going to a game, & i went back home.
i definitely should go home more, but it sounds like my parents are usually busy on the weekends anyway. hahah but yesterday i got to third wheel with them to dinner & the outlets. got myself a candle, a necklace and a new shirt :] it's one of those sweater-shirts with a collar, which is a style i have no clue if i can rock, so... we'll see. haha
&now september is basically over. it feels like it's about to be october, but it also doesn't? this month went by so quickly.. but also it didn't. IDK. from here on out, i'm gonna be pretty busy for the rest of the year! we're doing an early thing for my dad's birthday next week, then a couple of weeks after that i have plans with different groups of friends, then im going to hawaii with allison & our moms & marty & jake. and then japan! it's like all these plans i made months ago are finally about to be here & it doesn't feel real yet, i guess.
okay, i should wrap this up & then get ready for tennis. my body is so tired though!!!
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