#if not this week then FOR SURE next week bc next week is spring break

[risingsunresistance]

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

[quarterlifekitty]

I HAVE AN IDEA‼️‼️

Okay, the reader breaks up with obsessive! 141, and they try to manipulate them by getting them a puppy or kitty 😭😭😭

PLEASE,,, IMAGINE THEY NAME IT AND IT ALREADY HAS A LITTLE COLLAR😭😭😭

ALSO IDK IF YOU WRITE FOR GRAVES BUT I THINK HED BRING A BABY GOAT OR SOMETHING 🐐

Absolutely I will write for Graves and I think this idea is soooo perfect for him. I made it a little softer than intended tho lol

Maybe it’s bc I’m stereotyping southern white guys but I think he definitely owns a ranch. Doesn’t really tend any of it himself, no time, but he takes pride in it. He’s close with the ranch hands. Trusts them enough to keep you safe while you wait for him at home.

One day, you’ll tell him you’ve been thinking. That you’re not sure you can keep coping with his career, his absence, the secrecy of it all. He kisses your forehead, tells you that you’re probably just feeling restless because it’s winter on the edge of spring— that you feel cooped up. It’ll all seem better in the spring, y’know? (Absolute king of the brush-off. He’s a “let’s sunrise it” mfer).

When spring comes, and he’s not home— with an operation so secret that he can’t even begin to say when he’ll be home, you reach your limit. You pack up and leave behind a note. Headed back to your apartment— the one you kept so you could visit your friends in the city. Ignore his calls when he’s landed. Ignore the texts of sugar, please pick up.

You get peace, for a week or so. Until he shows up at your door with a baby goat under his arm, mouthing at his leather jacket.

“Said you were lookin’ forward to namin’ the kids once they were born.”

Kids. He’s aware of the double meaning. You make the mistake of letting him in. He brought a fucking bottle with him for the thing— how are you supposed to remember that you can’t do this relationship anymore when there’s a teensy tail wagging in front of your face while the little furry baby sucks up milk like a fiend.

“Piglets should be due next week.”

You sigh and go to pack your bags.

[arctic-space-penguin]

You guys can ignore the previous post about the dtiys lmao, i, once again, didn't know what in the world i was talking about, and would never make anyone draw anything for me unless they wanted to, trust

Anyways, what's really going to happen is (not for 100 followers yet, that'll be it's own celebration) for the week of my Spring Break, starting this Friday and ending the Monday following next week, I'll be dedicating each day to one of my ocs and all I will post about is them, so be sure to get questions and/or scenarios you want to ask or shove them into ready if you want to participate

Also share this with your friends so that i can get the top eight ocs prepared before Friday

Votes will be held here, as polls (to come really soon), and on my reblog blog, @/fluffyyyfrog9000

And I shall summon my moots bc this gotta get out there, er, i mean bc I can!

[five-raccoons-in-a-trenchcoat]

watching supernatural, week 13 (28 IV - 4 V 2025)

im baaaaack

episodes watched: 12x15 - 13x13

woah, almost a full season in a week? it hasnt happened in a while

28 IV 2025:

12x15: "im using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me" oh so that's how Sam keeps his hair all fabulous and beautiful // Cas and his flipped FBI badge back at it again! // I wonder how much does Cas know about conspiracy theories? // ugh not Lucifer again, this is getting annoying // Dean being in love with his car //

12x16: Claire is back??? // Dean being protective over Claire is awesome // oh no oh oh uh oh // yay!! Claire is alright

29 IV 2025:

12x17: Eileen will be back, no? // ✨️tragic backstory✨️ // EILEEN WOOOO // Crowley is getting too cocky // "no one cares" slay // well, I didnt like the guy, cant say im glad hes dead, much rather have Dagon dead // DUDE SCREW THE CODE, LIKE SRSLY? Mick youre becoming a likable character, dont change it // well uhm that wasnt that unexpected from my pov but ok. also eh // WHAT WHAT NO FUCK NO WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO MICK JUST WENT THROUGH A HUGE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN A SPAN OF A FEW EPISODES AND WHAT FOR WHAT WHAT NO HELL NAW WHY WHY THEYD KILL HIM NO I SAW THAT COMING TBH BUT NO IM SO MAD OH MYYYYYYY AAAAAAAA i hate this stupid ass sucking fucking dumb idiot show

12x18: what is up with Cas, we didn't get any of him in... 2 episodes? that heaven business sketchy much // Dean dude that was such a bad pick up line // "waking up right now safe and sound" yeah wouldn't be so sure // "how does Sam get his hair so shiny" its the fancy shampoo he hides from Dean // the initials scratched into the table's surface oh

30 IV 2025:

Im starting my spring break!! next week is mostly free so yay!! back to watching

12x19: okay, so we will get some info about Cas this episode, wont we? // Kelly. Kelly no. Kelly dont. oh goodness. // love to see Sam doing his research and stuff as always // CAS // "we're glad youre back" "really?" Dean is very pissed. Cas looks sad // "You, me, and Sam, we're just better together. So now that you're back, let's go, team free will" love this scene // where did the angel go again // I am in pain. Cas why 😭 Cas i know you think youre doing the right thing but. oh my. Cas 😭😭😭 // he didn't kill her. Cas you did the right thing // Lucy crashing out // dude literally just call Sam and Dean and there you will have the answer like oh my goodness Castiel // Dean is even more pissed OH THE WALL PUSH // im sorry but as the show progresses i seem to notice more and more and EVEN MORE intense staring between Dean and Cas and its so amazing // Kelly drove away. ive seen ppl talk about this scene and how Dean just threw Cas the keys even tho he was mad and how in here they probably think its Castiel who was driving :c // why is Cas constantly getting his ass handed to him, like the dude is literally a soldier, that's getting annoying // what. is going on // oh hell nawwww. its bad its bad //

12x20: this episode was fucking painful, man. like ughhh i hate this kind of episodes (as much as I love them as well bc of, yk, emotions, but id much rather have angst with characters who have plot armour)

12x21: I AM FUCKINV THROWING HANDS, NOT EILEEN 😭 no just no. // I want to murder that British bitch // there was no buzzing and lights and stuff, Crowley must've escaped // uh oh // tbh im still upset about Mick

1 V 2025:

we're nearing the end of the season and I will probably finish it today soooo lets get to it

12x22: if they kill Jody off, I swear- // damn. this episode was a pretty huge one emotionally (dont mind me crying) and so. yeah yeah I dont know, idk what to say, im just. ouch. And Dean only thinking about Sam and the monologue and oh my okay yeah um yeah ouch

12x23: cARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON // "I know how hard it is" no you dont "thats a lie" exactly // ha i knew he was the rat // weird seems to have arrived ? // "big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel" real // where did Cas go??? // "angel killing bullets? awesome" *camera cut to Cas* // NO CASTIEL NOOOO // oh fuck oh noooo no no :cc they just. lost basically everyone. ou //

I remember thinking "wow i really enjoy supernatural, good thing i still have like 10 seasons left" and now. I have 3 seasons to go. I dont think im ready 😭 lets go on to season 13 tho. Im craving more

13x01: starting off with "Nothing else matters" by Metallica and im in love, pushing me to finally learn to play it on my guitar i see // wait will we get Dean's widower arc this season? is that it? // Dean unable to say that Cas is dead, im unwell // "I got issues" at least shes honest // is he hearing angel radio? // "my father is Castiel" "I chose him to be my father" I think I might cry // "we lost everything. And now youre gonna bring him back. okay? youre gonna bring back Cas, [...]" Cas is everything to him, im gonna throw up (I know he started saying others as well but this is like literally the same as with "I love you. I love all of you" while looking at Dean) // Jensen's beautiful acting is once again breaking my heart //

13x02: "Jack, I can take the couch" "no no, its fine" I love this kid // Jack mimicking Dean 😭 // "what would Mr. Rogers do?" ayyy Donatello that's actually smart // Dean, Jack is a kid, you need to chill out // poor Jack :c // oh my goodness, someone give this kid a hug //

13x03: Dean. // Dean highkey what the actual fuck. Dean stop blaming Jack for Castiel's death oh my 😭😭😭 // CAS??? // yea well, like seriously, I mean, Dean's acting so unfair towards Jack. "you deserved to be saved, he doesnt" Dean. I know youre grieving after Cas and everyone else but stop taking it out on the kid pls :/

13x04: they really do need therapy tho and im glad they went there lmao even if for the job // Castielllll // "I know what you hate, I know who you love, [...] theres nothing left for you there" not. true. // LEAVE HIM ALONEEE // CAS IS BACKKKK

13x05: "im fine" yeah yeah sure mhmmmm yeah // "he lobotomized them" "fun" my sister always is like "no??? not fun???" when I reply to something like that. rude. I wonder if I picked that up from Dean tho? hm could be // Dean fucking dont. Dean no. oh my goodness // uh oh // *suicide went wrong cause Death says im important* // "you okay?" "no" congratulations on finally admitting it Dean // they actually aced it with the song at the end, they fucking aced it // THEYRE BACK TOGETHER im gonna throw up //

13x06: Dean suddenly all happy and cheered up cause his angel came back from the dead and he gets to be all nerdy about cowboys // sure sure, making him wear it to blend in mhmm // "I made you watch it" // no dude Jack, stop // Jack noo :cc

2 V 2025:

13x07: alternative world Kevin // lmao dude you kinda lost most of your grace // Cas pls dont agree to work with Lucifer without talking with Sam and Dean pls // "did it ever occur to you that I might be one of the good guys" nope. // mmmmm not fun not nice

3 V 2025:

13x09: Jack. what are you doing. // uh oh visions // "We want Jack" "cocaine boy?" LMAOOOO // "You, Castiel, youre my family" Jack i love you // dude really got a hang of his powers // Dean. chill dude. // "dont worry. we'll be fine" "We're screwed!" yeah well // supernatural x jurassic park crossover?

13x10: will we be seeing supernatural girls team this episode?? pls? // I love you Claire // "wayward sisters" YES // girl chill out a bit tho, Jody has every right to be worried // girls love to bond over scars and traumatic experiences <3 (I do as well) // well they're not as dead as you say // om nom nom nom lizard // I miss Charlie extra much this episode 😭😭 // I think yall gonna become a dinner // OH FUCK NO // aw FUUUUUCK // Claire's character development and the ending of the episode ah i love it

4 V 2025:

13x11: Sam? whats wrong // the lie about being Donna's family is gonna backfire, isnt it // the creepy guy from the gas station is even creepier, watching ppl get mutilated, not only watching, but actively contributing, ew // uh oh creepy guy is actually a vamp guy // crazy shit, ngl // "I was a vampire" happens to the best of us, buddy // I mean, Sam is kinda right but at the same time, please let everyone be delusional that life might be better than it is. I mean, sometimes it's really the only way to push through i think. And it's not even necessarily being delusional, sometimes it's just having hope. And I know in this show it won't work but.

13x12: I love sarcastic Castiel so much 😭 // uh oh Dean got hexed // uh oh bad // Sam and Rowena bonding over Lucifer trauma // yoooo good job Castiel // Rowena?

13x13: uh oh Cas // I highkey love Donatello 😭 // also Cas is so short 😭 // aw Lucy's getting emotional :c (sarcastic) // oh fuck no // GABRIEL?????

all that said, I hate this stupid dumb ass show (affectionate)

[heartofwritiing]

Absent in the spring.

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!

“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.

-

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.

End

[spicy30]

Girl are you still alive 😭😔 haven't heard from you for almost one month😟 but I hope you are doing okay and if you are taking a break, feel free to take one pookie. You deserve one because you have been feeding us good🙏💕

Yeah, I'm alive, currently studying for a chem exam💔 (I hate chemistry) I was going on tik tok on my computer and without looking I clicked enter and it took me to Tumblr (#recoveringaddict) bc yk when you search something up so much it's just auto. I haven't been on Tumblr since March 5th. 😭 (I am catholic and I gave up anything having to do with FF including reading and writing for Lent) So a ton of notifications, and being as starved I looked through them.

I'm not supposed to be here rn, but! Here I am!

This isn't a break bc it's actually been hell without my support FFs. It's more a forced break that I inflicted on myself bc I didn't want to give up my tik tok streak (105 days and going strong 🤑) I've desperately wanted to write and read (Just found a new fandom I didn't even know existed for one of my shows, but I discovered it in the middle of lent so my enemies are working hard against me) but my indomitable will to not fail this commitment to myself and to my faith is stronger.

I also gave up fast food and for the first two weeks I was good, then my mom came and told me to give in. Devil couldn't reach me so he sent my mother to tell me that I'd start balding if I didn't start eating meat. (I live alone bc I attend school elsewhere and thus was only surviving on fruits and veggies and no meat bc I'm broke and I'm too lazy to cook.) Despite my will, I will not let my luscious locks fall from my head. (I need it to survive these next years of my engineering degree 💔 and I'm only in my first year so it's only down hill from here) —Have you seen those first year to fifth year engineering tik toks?😟 Pure horror(Waterloo Uni)— In any case I ate chicken teriyaki and steamed vegetables from Panda Express (Which was horrible bc I prefer them raw) —Pause— anyways. Yeah, all last week during my spring break I broke my 'fast' three times bc I was celebrating my birthday. (Desperately hanging on to my childhood) and then I went to go get my fav fast food bc it's a little tradition to eat it when I leave and come back. (Bc I don't have a car here and I have walk everywhere and last time I did, bad things happened.🥀 So the only time I can eat it is when my parents come and pick me up and drop me off every couple of months)

Now I'm back and back on my grind to not eat any fast food but never have I broken my streak of reading ff (Except my own bc I get comments on Ao3 and I have to reread my works so I can laugh bc I find myself funny) But yeah I've written nothing since March 5th (Which is rlly more Feb 13th cuz I had to lock in for exams) and as soon the clock strikes 12am on  Apr 17, I'm hopping back on to write everything bc my mind was been cooking up ideas (Despite the fact that I'm not even supposed to entertain the thought) so I can't wait to start again.

Chapter 12 will be extra long. Maybe 25k? Or more. Probs longest chapter (Longest one rn is chap 11 sitting at a cool 20,284 words exactly)

Also due to extending time and the newest plot point (Said plot point will probably make many upset as it is a VERY unpopular trope but I have decided it is a necessary evil to get to the end.) which I have decided add in the this excruciatingly long 'break', instead of 15 chapter total it'll be a cool 20-25 bc I need to have a better build up for the finale.

SO FAREWELL UNTIL MID TO LATE APRIL! GOTTA GET BACK ON THIS GRIND!

MY ENEMIES WILL NOT SUCCEED!

(Pls don't take me for some crazy religious freak who has religious psychosis. This is all jokes. I do not actually believe the devil is in everything and is out to get me. All jokes. Have a wonderful next couple of weeks.)

That being said, wish me well bc this exam for chem I have tomorrow, I'm not so sure I'm gonna to too well on it. (I hate naming chemicals. FUCK THEM POLYATOMIC IONS AND FUCK WHO EVER CREATED THEM)

[aita-polls]

Aita for not accepting my best friend's bf?

Me (F 17) and my best friend (F 18), we'll call her C, have been friends for over two years . We became close quickly, she was there for me during a really dark time in my life. We've gone to concerts together, sleepovers, she even went on a family holiday with me last summer. Basically we're really close.

Everything started going "wrong" last spring when she started talking to this american guy online, we'll call him L. C was really into him and they were texting like non stop the last few months of school. He seemed to be into her too and, despite some of his quirks, I was genuinely happy for her. One weird thing was that anytime anyone asked about his age she would say something vague like "idk early twenties" ok fine. Well fast forward to July and we're getting our nails done, C is talking about L and the nail girl asks about his age and she says the same thing about "eh like 22, 23, it hasnt come up yet" but the very next day she sends me his old Facebook acc that she found because she's upset that it's full of old posts about his ex. I look at it and I'm like 👁👄👁 because this MAN went to HIGH SCHOOL before we were even BORN. Early twenties my ass. I'm doing calculations, I'm counting on my fingers, I'm opening the calculator app. I text her back like omg this guys in his 30s,, he's like a creep.

Three things to keep in mind at this point; one when they started talking C was 17, two C had always said she wanted to date older men bc guys in their 20s were immature and I kind of agreed bc I thought "oh yeah she means when she's in her 20s she'll date men in their 30s", and third literally the day before she said she didn't know how old he was.

She texts back "oh yeah I knew for a while I just forgot to tell you" sure... anyways she's fine with Ls age, I find it quite uncomfortable but I'm like whatever she's young, we're starting college soon, they'll probably break up and I won't have to worry about it. So I was just trying to be chill about it.

One day I get the text I've been waiting for. He's ghosted her for like three weeks. She's done with him. I try my best to comfort her and then she says it. There's another guy. She went back on dating apps and now she's matched with another guy, M, and they've been talking for a week and it's going really well.

She sends me a photo.

This man is

Dusty

Musty

And ANCIENT

He's like properly Dad aged

He's 38 💀

And I'm just like ew ew ew. I am no longer able to be chill. Now I know this will never end. There's no waiting for a break up because then there's just a cycle of older man after older man. I message her, like trying my best to be as nice as possible basically asking if she's sure about him, if this is the right move for her, and warning her about the type of guys who date girls 20 years younger than them. And naturally she defends her relationship and asks me to give him a chance. I really do feel incapable of giving him a chance because like for example if my cousin who's 34 started going out with one of my friends it would fundamentally change the way I view her as a person and I love her to death. So yeah it's a hard thing to just get over.

I decide to just shut up about it.

Then she says that M has a spare mattress in his house in France so we can all stay over and go on a holiday to France. So I, naturally, being the comedian I am, asks if its in the basement with the other girls. She gets REAL defensive and an argument sparks. I tell her like all my feelings about it. Honestly I was quite mean here, I called him weirdo and a creep and like what even was the point of that?? Silly silly me.

Anyways the next time we met it was super uncomfortable and we haven't really seen each other since then, not by avoidance we're just in different towns and we're not in school anymore. I do feel like there's a rift between us now, which is horrible because the only reason there was a fuss about this guy to begin with is because I care about her so much. I don't want something like this to come between us. We're meeting up soon so obviously this isn't totally doomed and maybe space was a good thing.

I see pictures of C and M together now and like it weirdly makes sense. Like don't get me wrong M is riddled with red flags but also they're just kind of two dorks that have found each other. He seems to bring her out of her shell. And she seems to make him genuinely happier. So like maybe this is a good thing.

They've also met in person now and she's still alive which puts me more at ease. But I'm still quite a bit put off by the age gap. AITA for acting the way I did about him, and just not being chill with it?

[agaypanic]

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

***

“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.”

***

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.

***

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.

[theweirdnessshipsitt]

Abby and Kevin Relationship HCs: High School

Imma be posting a bunch of hcs (their relationship in college, engagement, wedding, pregnancy, kids, etc) and those will be fics soon too but let’s start at the beginning:

They start dating senior year- I’m pretty sure Kevin and the gang are juniors during the events of O’Grady. As many of us also know (this will def be another rant post bc I have A LOT of feelings on the subject) Frenched was the last episode of the show to get made but got aired first thing season two. This is weird bc it causes a lot of plot holes (like it’s summer break but the very next episode is spring break?!?) so when I rewatch it’s the last episode I go to bc I’m positive that was supposed to be the season finale. ANYWAYSSSS the night Abby gets back from France she and Kevin talk for a longggg time and finally confront their feelings. (They keep in touch over the summer but they never have a real talk on their relationship, but they both know of each other’s feelings.)

Neither Beth or Harold are surprised- Kevin and Abby have this huge plan to tell their friends at Eats Pizza and when they do the two are like. “It’s about damn time” XD both had always known and even shipped them together.

They’re still. Them.- Yes, they’re lovey dovey, but they still bicker all the time. And over the dumbest stuff sometimes. One day Beth whispers to Harold “Ya know, I thought we’d have to get used to a new version of them, but it’s like nothing changed- except now they’re honest about being in love.”

Kevin still calls Abby “princess”- But it’s not an insult anymore, it’s a pet name.

Abby calls him “jackass” sometimes still, but it’s as a joke- Her main pet name for him is “Kevy”, he blushes everytime she says it.

They use pet names a lot in general- mutually there’s baby, babe, love, sweetheart, etc it takes Beth a minute to get used to hearing but Harold thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever.

Kevin is OVERPROTECTIVEEEEE- If he hears Brooke talking shit in the hallway? Or some sophomore stares at Abby for more than a second? Hell, a teacher gives her amazing essay a B+ opposed to an A? This boy raises absolute hell. He does NOT play about his gf and the whole school knows it. (Abby has to tell him not to get his ass suspended, but secretly she loves it)

Abby still has to reassure Kevin sometimes- She’s waaayyyy over Pete Klesko, (who couldn’t even remember her name) but no matter how good things are, Kevin remembers Abby had a massive crush on the guy since like 8th grade. He’s the most popular guy in school who girls have dumped their boyfriends for, so sometimes Kevin worries even for a split second that if Pete chose to remember Abby’s name one day- it’d be over for him. (Though he knows how loved he is and the rational part of him is aware that’s an intrusive thought) Abby will cup his face, look him dead in the eye, and say “You. Knock. That. Bullshit. Off. Right. Now.”

Abby wears Kevin’s sweatshirts, but still finds a way to style them- He’ll be like “Why are you making my clothes so girly, that defeats the purpose?!? (He loves it though)

They’re into PDA- Throughout 9th-11th grade, Kevin used to make fun of couples that were “all over each other” in the halls (some of which were only holding hands) and now he’s always got his arm around Abby’s shoulders, playing with her hair, hugging her from behind, etc. Abby always kisses his cheekbones and nuzzles into his neck, she also likes booping his nose.

Dave and Kevin fight over who loves their gf more- Ooooh, these two get into it. Trying to upstage each other’s hoco/ promposals, the entire week of Valentines Day was a battle in glitter and chocolate, etc. Dave will be like “Shawna and I have been an item since freshman year, we have something no one else at this school does!!!” And Kevin will be like “Oh that would mean so much if you didn’t break up once a month!” He’ll also bring up the time Dave cheated to be extra petty 😝 (Dave mentions Kevin told Abby her mole was the size of Antarctica and that stars a whole other fight)

Kevin’s older brothers call him a simp 24/7- How he makes Harold get up early to drive to the gas station to get Abby’s favorite coffee, when he leaves the house in the middle of the night if she has a bad dream, etc. Kevin smugly reminds them all that he’s in high school yet he’s the first brother to have a healthy relationship (and eventually becomes the first one to get married 🤩)

They do break up at one point- This is high school, there is drama. Abby and Kevin’s relationship is never perfect- Abby is always riding Kevin’s ass on his grades, Kevin is constantly comparing himself to Pete, and the weirdness def does something one day that interferes with their relationship. Just overall, despite being so happy, Kevin still has some maturing to do and Abby needs to loosen up. They’re off for two months, and it’s awkward at first but the group gets through it, but the two obviously still have feelings for each other. Beth desperately wants them to work it out but Harold is scared if they broke up again it could hurt the group. The two get back together (a week before Valentine’s Day) and try to understand where things went wrong so it can work this time.

They balance each other out- This is a main reason I love them so much. Abby makes Kevin want to slack less and actually do something with his life (and not end up a failure like most of his brothers) and Kevin reminds Abby to let herself go and not try to be perfect all the time. They both bring out a different side to each other and I think it’s something that’s good for them for the rest of their lives.

Beth’s mom is extremely judgmental- as we saw in Party Gong, it’s heavily implied Beth’s mom is not a Kevin fan. When she learns Abby is going out with him, she calls Mrs.Wilde, lectures Abby herself on “those kind of boys”, etc- none the less, Beth defends their relationship till she’s blue in the face, “THEY’VE BEEN IN LOVE SINCE FOREVER MOM, YOU DON’T GET IT”

Whenever they argue, Beth and Harold act like children- They constantly call the two “mom and dad” as a joke, so when they’re even bickering in the slightest Harold will make a dramatic play scream. One time Beth mentioned that she didn’t want her parents to “divorce again”. That joke was too soon.

There’s a secret journal- They’ve planned their wedding. They’ve named their children. Decorated their house. Named their cat. Know what cat they want. They have a plan. Because Kevin knows Abby is the one. Abby knows Kevin is the one. This isn’t just puppy love amongst teens. Both know they won’t find this kind of relationship with anyone else and are determined to make it work (even when they broke up, both secretly knew it was for the grander scheme of things- personal growth to improve the relationship, even if neither would admit such.) And they’re proven correct when they indeed get married six years later 🥹

[nyx-thedragon]

Town High School's Newsies Production Update (April 16, 2025)

ok if you read my last post, you'll have expected this. here's the update.

1- Opening day is next Friday (April 25th; next week is hell tech week) and they are finally going to learn the rest of "Seize the Day" after school today. because the director hasn't been doing a very good job of making sure the coreographer can be at rehearsals or something so they can learn everything in time, i guess. (side note: the coreographer is the mom of two cast members (twins) who are seniors this year and are playing Medda and Katherine and they are going to fucking kill it i'm so excited to see them perform)

2- "Santa Fe" is still Bad. according to my brother Bird, via texts he sent me yesterday during rehearsal when he had some downtime i guess: "[B] claims hes been practicing like a lot; didn't know half the words; flat on every single high note; yknow how MY OLD FRIEND is high up; he did it the same as the SANTA FE right before; [he then sent me a voice note of him singing it as a demonstration]; [B] does this thing where he is flat on a note and he will drop off it immediately" (all of these were sent as separate messages, which is why there's a semicolon after all of them)

y'all. i'm getting mad second-hand embarassment for B right now. it's gonna be sooo bad for him oh my gods

3- as of yesterday, Bird's outfit is finished - all the pieces needed have been acquired, so that means that a week out from the first performance, last minute costume pieces are still being acquired. not the best thing.

4- one of the actors, the girl who was cast as Buttons, has not shown up to any rehearsals since before spring break, which was March 17-22. at this point, i think she quit the musical and just forgot to tell the director, which is not good bc it messes stuff up bc according to Bird, Buttons has a good amount of lines that now have to be given to other background characters i guess.

idk, man. the whole thing sounds like a big old fucking mess, which is gonna look really bad on the director if the show crashes and burns (which i'm hoping does Not happen). it's her first year at the school and she decided to spend like $3,000 on the rights to Newsies, a very famous musical that people love and will go to watch with at least a little bit of an expectation of what they're going to see, without knowing the students she was going to be working with well enough to make good casting decisions (as shown by her choice for Jack). also according to my coworker, who happens to be another cast member, the director claims to have directed Newsies before, which i think is bullshit because of everything that's happened/been going on.

i just really want the cast to feel good about the performances they did at the end of the weekend - especially the seniors, because i was in a production with some of them before, and they're all very talented and i would hate to see them not be happy with their final performance before they graduate, y'know?

anyway, this is only part of the stuff that i've heard and there's definitely more that i've been told, and more that has happened that i haven't been told about. i just wish that everything had been done way better at the beginning, and that the director had started everything a lot earlier than she did. idk. i've not been hearing very good things about the director; Bird does not like her all that much.

anyway. this post is long enough. all of these update posts on the production have mainly just been for me to get the stuff off my chest/out of my brain to other people without having to yap to my friends (who aren't as crazy about newsies as i am) about it.

that's all for this update. gonna go work on school stuff now because i'm very behind on my work. have a good day/night

[vikcacao]

Guys I have spring break finally...

Everyone cheer bc I'm gonna finally write some more 😭😭😭 atp I should js write whatever fr bc stressing my self out by trying 2 write chapter by chapter will kill me fr

Omg I'm on spring break, too ???

I'm like the opposite bc I'm pretty sure I'm gonna struggle to write for the next week lmao

But once you get to college you have a lot of free time between classes, which is when I normally write lol

But being home makes me relax and I put my computer and art shit away 😭😭 I get too lazy to pick it up again half the time lmfaooo

[fappellmoan]

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

[capriciouscaprine]

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!!!

[dgaftilwedie]

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.) 

[hamausagi]

HIII BAE!! it took me so long to reply to this but here i am!! (finally)

I'M ALSO SO GLAD WE'RE BACK IN TOUCH!!! it's so nice talking to you pookie and i've also been hoarding the ask you sent me HAHAHA i promise i'll reply to it soon 🙂‍↕️ and yes i'm feeling better but this sem is sooo packed! it's a shorter sem so everything is crammed into 7 weeks instead of the usual 14 ugh 😭 fighting for my life out here </3

HELLOOO I WOULD LITERALLY BE SO HONOURED TO PLAYTEST FOR YOU,,, like tbh i'm not that good at games but STILL!! this being your first big project is so exciting, i'm sure you're going to do amazing!! 💓 tell me everything abt it omg <333 as for the resort, customers being rude and crazy what's new 💀 im so sorry you have to deal w that, it's actually insane how ppl are so comfortable being rude to ppl who are js doing their JOB??? like HELLO please go back to kindergarten and learn some basic empathy before ever coming back here!! that guy sounds like an idiot i'm gonna assassinate him for you (/silly) LIKE you don't have the freaking screws is he expecting you to pull them out of thin air or what 😭😭😭

hmm well i'm finishing up my first year and for now we've got a lot of overlapping classes w the other engineering divisions (mechanical, civil, electronics) bc they want us all to learn the basics. some of my classes are like engineering maths + engineering design & analysis, thermodynamics, etc etc (they're all ass). honestly i'm not really sure what i'll be doing after uni for now! i'm just hoping i'll survive this degree and then i'll think about it KSJDSK 😭 and YES the nodding emoji is literally so peak i use it all the time <3

I LOVE YOUUU OMG 😭🥹🥹🥹 i'm really lucky that i get to do this part-time hjdkjsdk it makes me very happy! it does get stressful & overwhelming sometimes on top of uni & being sick but i honestly wouldn't change it for the world!! you're so sweet though ARGH ilysm <333

I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO POOKIE!!! i take a million years to reply to asks bc im pretty busy irl but js know ilysm!!! 💓💓💓💓💓 have an amazing day and take care of yourself!!! and YES this catch up has been so silly and fun MWAHHH <333 here's to more yapping 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

HI QUEEN KIRA 😋😋💗💗 IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME TEN YEARS TO REPLY TO THIS OMFG 😭😭 i have such bad object permanence when it comes to tumblr i got your ask and was so excited and i read it a bajillion times and started replying at work, saved it to my drafts and then FORGOR i am so sorry. ANYWAY !!

TAKE UR TIME WIT MY ASK TOO LOL i know u be busy asf with ur super cool degree and SUPER cool job so don’t even fret 🙂‍↕️ not ur sem getting cut in half BYE the way that wld piss me off sm….

YAYYYY i MIGHT be able to get you a copy of the build…. we are highly likely going to publish it to steam in a few weeks tho so maybe i can get you a copy that way 👀👀👀 BUT ILL LET YOU KNOWWWW we def need playtesters in the next few weeks with the sem coming to a close and as we enter the polish phase so 💪 im doing all the animations and model rigs which is lowkeeyyyy hype for me, its a little stressful doing all the animations but its been turning out slay 😋😋 spring break hit and then i just kind of slept for a week and now i have to go back UGH but its okay i only have like 3 weeks left of school and then im fucking FREEEE

speaking of free... IM ALSO FREE OF THAT JOB 🔥🔥 the snow season is over so now i hop from one retail service job to another... back to being a barista girlie 😋 but yes bro the entitlement NEVERRR ENDS i just keep gathering stories 😭

girl you are so cool..... thats so slay, i hope that you find something that you enjoy doing with your degree, hopefully u make a bajillion dollars very fast and then u can retire early and be able to dance forever 😌 as AWFUL as it sounds to have to be learning all the basics for all the different paths i suppose its nice to be well-rounded when u eventually find a career path 💔 u got this girl

DW I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND 💕💕 i'm the same, i do love hearing from u so take as much time as u need 😌↕ things are sooo much crazier than they were 3 years ago SJKDFHS but I LOVE U SM SM SM SM SM AND I HOPE YOURE HAVING AN AMAZING DAYYYY ❤❤

[feastingonchrist]

aww we're on spring break and i have 11 days off what the heck am i gonna do??? it's been so nice having these constant week off breaks, but, i have just begun adjusting to my job and figuring out how to work with these babies. i love it a lot i already miss it!!! i had such a good week, too. like this week was kind of a turning point for me i feel way more comfortable and appreciative for my job. i think this is another example of God building up my endurance and equipping me for what i am supposed to be doing. i go back march 25th and also we're getting paid that day (supposed to be getting paid the 19th...we got paid on the 5th so i'll be BROKE idk why the pay schedule is saying we gotta wait longer 😭) i need more hours, though, that's for sure since the school year is almost over. it's crazy i have been working since January and it's going by so fast!! we're done i think the 3rd week of May. i wanna get a summer job at the church if i can bc it's just easier and then start back up in the fall for the next school year. HOPEFULLY staying with the 18mo-2's *finger's crossed*