#laurel-posting

[proton-selfships]

Selfshiptober: Day 4

Apple Picking/Fog

Ship: Laurelton Words: 1,212 Prompts from @sennamybeloved!

Peyton shuffled in her pajama pants into the kitchen, with a big stretch and an even bigger yawn.

She’d slept in as long as her stomach would allow, and now it felt like the emptiness was pulling on it from the inside. Not that it helped her decide what she wanted. If anything, the irritation from how hungry she was made it harder to actually think about grabbing and preparing something.

Then something in the window caught her eye, and the frustration in her brow dissolved into a look of pure tenderness. It was hard to see outside, with a thick morning fog hanging in the air and misting up the glass, but she had a feeling she knew what it was. And when she reached over, wiping away the droplets with her palm, her suspicions were confirmed:

The most beautiful woman in the world. The one Peyton had the honor of waking up to every morning.

Laurel sat out on the porch swing in her own soft cotton pajamas, her legs gently swaying in the crisp air as the seat softly creaked under her. A stray sunbeam that had made it all the way through the fog was shining right on her, as if the heavens themselves decided to give her the spotlight that Peyton knew she deserved. Her adorably messy bedhead sparkled subtly in the golden yellow light of dawn. Her eyes, focused on her hands with the intensity of an owl’s stare, caught glints of the light like facets of a crystal.

In her hands was a half-eaten apple, the remaining uneaten skin still lightly speckled with water from being washed in the sink. She raised it to her mouth and took a bite with a solid crunch. Peyton watched, transfixed, as the juices seeped out and ran off her lips the moment they parted from the apple.

A rumble from Peyton’s stomach caught her attention again. She looked down, blushing. How long had she been standing there staring? Whatever, now she had an answer to the food conundrum that wouldn’t involve much work.

She opened the fridge, pulled out the drawer where they kept their fruit, and pored over the light red-and-yellow gala apples left in one of the plastic bags. She swore, picking out an apple was like playing roulette—even when they were in season, even after the first stage of picking them out from the store display. Either she’d get the sweetest nectar she’d ever tasted in her life, end up with a decent snack, or a mealy, flavorless bomb would go off in her mouth. Or worse, a sour one.

As soon as she stopped futzing around, made her choice, and rinsed it off, she opened the door to join Laurel. The second she stepped outside onto the porch, she felt a refreshing chill enter her through the bare soles of her feet. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, taking a moment to let the feeling wash over her. Just being out in the cool autumn air and the morning sun on their own filled her with life. Together? Not even the most indulgent spa day could beat it. As much as her body wanted to be a night owl, it was worth it to resist if it meant she’d never miss a morning like this.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Peyton opened her eyes and looked over at the teasing Laurel. “Just wanted to join you.” She trotted over to the swing and flopped down next to Laurel, the loudest creak yet mingling with both of their laughter as the swing bounced under Peyton’s added weight.

“So,” said Peyton, resting her face on her arm propped up by her knee as she swung her legs below their seat, “what’s the plan for today?”

Laurel clicked their tongue. “Well, since winter is on its way, I was thinking we should find some more cat-friendly plants to bring inside.”

“Right, right.” Peyton nodded and watched, enraptured by the way Laurel’s hands moved when they spoke. If she had it her way, she’d never have to spend a moment not kissing them. “So no lilies, I know that.”

“No… much of anything, really.” Laurel took another loud bite of the apple.

“So what does that leave?” Peyton chuckled. “Cat grass?”

“Well, that. We’ll see if Pearl has any appetite for it.” Laurel tilted her head, stopping to think for a moment. “But I also found some ferns and succulents that would be fine to keep with our baby.”

“Yeah… Our baby.” Peyton smiled. She loved the sound of that a little too much.

“Babies, if we count the flytraps I finally got back from the conservatory. Lucky those are safe to have around Pearl, too.” Laurel reached over to rub Peyton’s shoulder. “We’ve got a little family now.”

Peyton buried her face in her hand. “Aaaaaahhhh, Laurs…”

“What~?” Laurel asked with angelic eyes and a devilish grin.

“You know what!”

A low gurgle interrupted their exchange. Peyton looked down at her stomach. Another laugh followed.

That’s when Peyton remembered the apple in her hand. “That’s right, I came out here to eat with you, not for you to bully me!”

Laurel tilted their head. “Would you consider it bullying if I were to suggest we keep our family growing?”

“Yes.” Peyton tossed the apple a few inches in the air and caught it again. “Place your bets now, is this gonna be delicious or shit?”

“Peyton, Peyton,” Laurel tutted. “My picky girl.”

“I’m not that picky. …Okay, maybe I am, but fruit’s just inconsistent.”

“All right, then. Let’s see.” They watched expectantly as Peyton went to take a bite.

“…”

“…”

“…Oh, goddammit.”

As Peyton set the bitten disappointment down on the table near the swing, she noticed a smirk growing on Laurel’s face. “What?”

“Here, you can have a taste of mine.”

“Wha—?”

And Peyton felt Laurel’s lips crash into her own.

Her muscles melted into a puddle inside her on contact, her lidded eyes nearly rolling straight back into her skull as Laurel’s tongue slowly caressed every surface of her mouth that it could find. The flavor that flooded her mouth reminded her of the way that apple juice used to taste when she was a little girl. It made her feel safe. It made her feel warm. That warmth amplified into molten heat as her hands grew restless, finding their way to Laurel’s hips and getting a few firm kneads in before Laurel finally pulled away for breath.

“So?” Laurel asked, licking her gorgeous, supple lips. “How did that taste?”

Peyton blinked a few times, dazed. “…What…?”

“Take your time.” Laurel quirked an eyebrow and made Peyton blush, subtly mocking the power she had over her little dumbstruck lover with just one little kiss.

Peyton took a moment to remember where she was and what she’d been asked. Her head was full of the fog surrounding them, and Laurel was the light.

Finally, her words came back online. “…Sweet. Really sweet.”

Laurel leaned over to Peyton again, resting their hand on her shoulder. “Just how you like it?”

She swallowed, her neck tingling from the sensation of Laurel’s hot breath against it. “…Yeah.”

Laurel pulled Peyton in by the shoulder. “Want some more?”

“Please.”

[ominous-ellipses]

FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

[mitskicentral]

an old tweet from mitski

[firelise]

God Evie, you are so sheltered. Well...unshelter me.

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995)

[petrichorandarson]

i’m obsessed with how pink lightning washes out elphaba’s green skin and makes her look normal

[interstellar-t]

stay soft get eaten

[shuutingstar]

look who’s bored again. me, i am. have some pjo side character incorrect quotes because i love them so much.

~

Paolo: what does “Take Out” mean?

Connor: Food.

Valentina: Dating.

Laurel and Holly: Murder.

Sherman: all three if you’re not a coward!

Connor: Me and Malcolm were playing Scrabble and it was a nightmare.

Juniper: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Connor: Not when you’re playing with Malcolm. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Mitchell: you’re petty.

Drew: you mispronounced ‘pretty’ but okay.

Ellis: crushes are the worst!

Cecil: yeah, whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Ellis: pfft you’re always stupid.

Cecil: yeahhh, don’t think about that too hard.

Ellis:

Travis: if we put Luke, Thalia and Annabeth in a room, who do you think would come out crying first?

Connor: the room.

Jake: did you hear? Luke was almost hit by an arrow in training today!

Michael: I know. He was faster than I thought.

Jake:

Michael: don’t worry, I’ll get him next time.

Malcolm: gods, this is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done!

Drew: aren’t you dating Connor?

Connor: that was uncalled for!

Mitchell: I want to be like a caterpillar.

Clovis: Explain.

Mitchell: eat a lot, sleep, wake up beautiful.

Clovis: you do know you would have a lifespan of about a week?

Mitchell: another highlight.

Katie: did you know cereal is basically cold breakfast soup?

Connor: *drops cereal bowl*

Travis: STOP SCARING THE KIDS KATIE!

Laurel: the risk I took was carefully calculated.

Billie and Damien: WE ALMOST DIED!

Laurel: I never said I was good at maths.

[lanagrants]

Eraserhead (1977) dir. David Lynch Lady in the Radiator Song

[greenarrow-core]

Sanctuary, One of the Best Green Arrow stories ever

Sanctuary(Detective Comics #551-552)

Just coming of a disappointment that Billie Jean wouldn't show up again, a banger story came. And it just gets better as you go on.

So Dinah and Ollie were hanging out in a diner. Then:

Ollie doesn't give a shit, punches the fucking cop.

I'll mention something here, that will turn out to be irrelevant later on. Ollie only stood up to protect the legal immigrant here. Just because it's something that would get slightly in people's heads, the idea of the hero limiting themselves to the law, but this is Green Arrow, wait for it.

The illegal ones were arrested. The kid that Ollie protected, Guillermo, tells him how although he's legal, his brother is illegal.

Ollie then goes out to visit Guillermo's brother, Francisco who's hiding in a church with other illegal immigrants, to help him somehow.

The INS barges in the church and arrests everyone, the immigrants, Ollie and the priest. All of them are taken to the detention center.

The warden(I guess) says a bunch of nonsense and Ollie shows his disdain for the law.

Dinah shows up in the detention center as Ollie's lawyer. (Is this just a cover or does she really have a degree?)

She brings some stuff so Ollie can break out of the prison.

He breaks out with Francisco and his family.

Love Ollie calling it underground railroad

And then...

Yeah, Let's fucking free everyone.

Continuing talking about the underground railroad.

And he does all that very charmingly and chaotic. A silly goose.

So, let's review what he did, he punched the INS cop standing up for an immigrant and standing up against racism.

Broke out every immigrant held in an INS prison. He also just left free and didn't get any formal release. He just broke out.

And if you haven't grasped, this isn't even a "these INS are corrupt INS guys". They are just the INS. There's no corruption or anything. This is one of Ollie's biggest middle fingers to the law.

For other story involving Ollie standing up for illegal immigrants, check World's Finest #275, the full story is 274-*278.

[eky11]

Hello chat, how have we been doing, I have a little sketch to offer 💚

[wahhzo]

cleaning up the archives so enjoy the assorted eddsworld flavors. 🧹

[proton-selfships]

I had to .////.

(found the template here!)

[ominous-ellipses]

when you’re in class and so you have to say “implied homosexual activity” instead of “nick carraway fucked that photographer”

[mitskicentral]

mitski shot by sarahí rosas (2023)

[kaasknot]

(ID in ALT: buster keaton in the blacksmith, the frozen north, the gold ghost, the scarecrow, the haunted house, the love nest, the navigator, and the cameraman)

tbh i kind of think the whole Thing about buster keaton's "stoneface" is that he figured out acting for the camera before a lot of other ppl did. i can't say before anyone else did, because we've lost so much early film that it's impossible to know, but like. audiences and critics in the 1920s grew up with stage acting, which is very large and expressive, and early film actors usually came from/were influenced by the stage, so that was what ppl expected. but then buster keaton toddles onscreen, with his instinctive Understanding Of Film, and his acting is incredibly subtle—not at all like the stage. and ppl didn't know wtf to do with it. especially when you factor in how wildly expressive he nevertheless is—here's some guy who's a freaking forerunner in modern acting, but his contemporaries were still like "his face never moves! witchcraft stoneface!"

but of course when king vidor does it with 1928's "the crowd," suddenly naturalistic acting is all the rage. meanwhile poor buster's stuck with his reputation for being unmoved at all times.

[millidew]

i fw this heavily