#lice studios

[jmoloney1]

The Lies Jess-Malarkey Tells

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey claims that the “rumors” that Jess controls Jamie’s social media stemmed from “other blog”. When that blog actually proved that wasn’t true. [Link]

Here’s where the actual rumor started and it was way before Jess-Moloney started her blog: [Link] So maybe she wants to explain why she lied about that, since she claims she reads everything on the blog she should have seen this post.

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey says (and I quote) [Link]

My problem is with how certain people behave and interact with others in their dislike of Jess. My problem is with how certain people treat others, citing only your highly speculative thoughts as reasoning. There's no respect for a difference of opinion.

But then she posts something like this in response to an ask [Link] not toxic when she does it though only when someone else does.

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey proves she can’t read where she says:

What I do care about is the speculation and accusations that are spoken about as if they're fact, the refusal to listen to any other point of view

Here is Jess-Moloney’s actual thoughts on this which @jess-moloney-malarkey entirely misconstrues in just about every post she makes:

[Link one]

[Link two]

Doesn’t sound like she’s trying to say anything is fact. It sounds like she’s saying she doesn’t actually know the answer and she’s just going by what she can see. @jess-moloney-malarkey has not actually posted any proof that this other blog has stated it as fact. Just that they have a theory. So either she can’t read or she’s gaslighting people. Take your pick. Considering how she fingered herself with joy over the hiatus notice you’d think she could have read what was said here but instead she continues to push the narrative that this other blog is “confirming” a breakup when no such thing has ever actually been said on that blog.

Here’s where @jess-moloney-malarkey says that the other blog has become a “Jamie hate blog” when they also can’t back up any proof with this when that blog said anything about hating Jamie or that Jamie should be hated. There was a discussion about the shirt he was wearing where the other blog said numerous times that she didn’t think Jamie should be cancelled over wearing a shirt. But that doesn’t fit the narrative Malarkey wants so she’s just gonna lie about it.

Quote: I do like Jamie and I don’t believe him wearing the shirt makes him a bad person. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t question why he’s wearing it or point out why it’s problematic, which it is [Link one]

Quote: I don’t think Jamie wearing the shirt means he’s a bad person (as I said before) but people need to stop acting like it’s not a problem either. [Link two]

Quote:  I personally haven’t seen or heard him say or do something that I think is close to being “cancel” worthy but unlike some of the larger fanatics, I use logic. I don’t jump to conclusions and I don’t presume to know why he was wearing that shirt.  [Link Three]

Does this come close to sounding like a “Jamie hate blog” apparently it does to Malarkey even though all it was, really, was opinions, discussion, and saying how and why the shirt was problematic. At no point was there a single word said about hating Jamie or telling people to hate him.

Here’s a post where Malarkey says that Jamie and Jess have been together for “Several Years” [link]

They’ve only actually been confirmed together for about 2 years. Yet let’s exaggerate that number because it makes her feel better or something? [Source] June 2022 so that would mean June 2024 would only be 2 years right? I guess almost three. It’s not a long term relationship by any means and has lasted just about the same amount as any other GF he has but Jess is special so guess we should lie about that to keep the stans happy.

Malarkey confuses answering asks with making actual posts. If people didn’t send in asks they wouldn’t be posted. So she grately exaggerates how many posts are actually being made. [Link]

Another post accusing the “other blog” of “confirming” a breakup when they can’t find any post that backs this with proof. the Jess-Moloney blog has only ever theorized that a split is happening or may have happened or things are on the decline. Yet Malarkey somehow doesn’t understand these words or only reads what she wants to read and then misinterprets it on her blog. The original Jess blog was never “proven worng” because she also never confirmed anything she just pointed out a decline in the relationship. Malarkey seems to be *obsessed* with saying that this happened (for some reason) when it’s never happened. [Link]

Malarkey repeatedly claims: Social media isn’t real life and doesn’t matter but she’ll also use social media as an example of Jamie and Jess being in a healthy relationship when it suits her:

Malarkey Says it doesn’t matter here: [Link]

But suddenly here it does matter: [Link]

Which one is it Malarkey? Or do you only know the answer when it backs up whatever the fuck story you’re going with that minute?

So what have we learned today? Malarkey lies, manupulates, gaslights, bullies, harasses, and twists things entirely out of context all the time to suit her narrative. She 100% does not read this blog she complains about she just makes shit up when it suits her. She uses points she claims she’s against when they help her but is against them when someone else uses them to prove her wrong. She claims she’s not obsessed with Jamie and Jess’s relationship but she runs an entire blog about it then writes fan fiction about Jess and Jamie being in bed together every night complementing each other on their lives so they don’t need to post on social media but when they do it means their relationship is healthy.

Oh and then she lied about Jess “still engaging with the posts” because she actually stopped engaging two days before the video premiered. Yeah but she’s right about everything, never lies, and should be a trusted source of information shouldn’t she? More accurately she’s a pathological lying bully obsessed with Jess and pretending not to be. Odd how Jess has all these stans that can’t admit they stan her and instead hide behind some narrative that they have to bully other people to protect the real Jess stans from “harmful information” like she’s the authority. Well going by all these contradictory posts I’d say she’s as nutty as a sack of cats.

Let’s see what kind of response she has for this it’ll most surely be stupid.

[cat-with-a-keyboard]

unhinged yes stories: topographic oceans edition

ok so a friend asked for more unhinged band lore and i am obliging with yes because i know them best (except for pmodel but anyway)

-most of the concept of topographic was written by jon and steve while they were touring. late at night. by candlelight. in their hotel rooms together. these sessions are remembered (by howe i think howe said this) as leaving them "exhilarated for days". this definitely doesnt sound hilariously gay

-jon wanted to record topographic in the middle of the woods. rick is jon's #1 enabler so he backed up jon in this venture but everyone else wanted to stay in london. so they did

-so someone decided to decorate the recording studio like a barnyard to cheer him up. black sabbath stole one of their cardboard cows.

-supposedly rick pranked steve somehow and locked him in a closet while they were recording. predictably steve was incredibly unhappy about this.

-speaking of rick he got LICE IN HIS KEYBOARDS because they were all propped up on haybales. this meant he had to send them away to be serviced and delayed recording.

-the master tapes almost got run over by a bus because eddy offord (the band's sound engineer) put them on top of his car and then forgot about them and drove away

[hyukassubi]

🪡11 | Don’t You Get Homesick?

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 644

It was one of those calmer days today, Wizard Beomgyu caved in his laboratory-turret brewing up another one of his unique antidotes for curing cancer in rabbits, Crowned Prince Taehyun in one of the study rooms in the library reading up royal history or something, you working on an aesthetically pleasing tapestry of your most favourite spot in the palace (aside from your studio/ bedroom)— the garden pond.

You didn’t know where Kai was, but you assumed he was busy, too.

Like you, like Taehyun, like Beomgyu.

Until a figure creeps up from behind you, proving all your assumptions wrong.

Huening Kai.

He walks into your peaceful embroidering session, squatting next to you, staring into the clean surface of the pond, reflection starring right back at him.

“...Hi.” He says.

“Hello.” You say, unfazed. "How's your first time being a knight going?"

“Hmm… It’s very tame, actually. I got notified of a perimeter inspection for the next week and tended to Hazelnut’s lice. Oh, and I had an arm wrestling match with the other knights, too. I won, of course.” Kai doesn’t ramble often. He speaks in pauses, short sentences piled one after the other. But when he does ramble, his words flow out as easily as pulling on decorative ribbon. “How about you?”

“Hm.” You pondered. “The tasks are demanding, deadlines are strict, but nothing I can’t overcome, right?”

Huening Kai smiles, nodding along because he completely believes his… close friend can do anything she sets her mind to.

It is Huening Kai’s turn to ponder over the calm waters of the trickling pond, a small population of swans looming in the distance, the faint scent of lilies salted the air.

"Y/n, I've had this in my mind for quite a while...” He started. “I would love to visit your family's shops again one day. Like, properly this time. Formally, I suppose, if it’s alright with you and them, of course."

Your thread that had previously needled in and out the fabric three stitches per second froze, impaled into the tummy of an embroidered swan. "Ahh right, I haven't seen them in a while either." You admitted, and why did that not jab at your heart the way it was suppose to?

For the next couple of intangible seconds, all Huening Kai could say was, “Oh… I… think it won’t hurt to go and pay them a little visit? I’ve been interested in their shops for a while now, actually. What I’m trying to say is… your father’s florist looks lovely, your mother’s bakery must be, too. I just.” Momentarily, Huening Kai held his breath. “It wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to take the day off and meet them? For a while? If that’s okay-?”

"Honestly, with where my life is going right now, I don't think I have time to even visit my parents every so often. Sorry to turn your offer down, though, perhaps sometime in the future?"

You didn’t mean to.

You didn’t mean to cut him off, his words off.

But the air was so thick, so unbearable, it would be awkward trying to fill up the air with a flunked makeshift apology now. Your hands did not move, the thread did not sew itself.

It was just you and Kai and Kai and you and this unfinished tapestry in your hands and the thick, unbearable air between you two.

All Kai can do was stare, and he didn’t know why it felt like he was looking into you from miles away.

He muttered, voice raw and clear, "Don't you get homesick?"

You shrugged. "Not really."

You apologized to Huening Kai later on.

He smiled away, bashful, understanding that that was just a social hiccup.

You agreed with him and kept things that way.

A social hiccup.

Yeah, that’s all it really was.

Was it not?

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[slutdge]

info dump about eyehategod and sludge here 👇

I have been ACTIVATED

well first of all ehg were originally called Snuffalupagus On Acid but that was pretty short lived. Mike also wasn't their original lead singer, and their original lead singer is now like a jesus freak and when Jimmy saw him like years later he tried to convince him to change the name from Eyehategod to something else. Mike lost his whole family except for his one older brother in the span of 2 years which is really sad so he grew up in a group home which he ran away from when he was 12 to see a Black Flag show. It was a 21+ show so he just stood outside the venue to listen from there. Mike's also originally from North Carolina. Eyehategod got booed off the stage every night when they opened for Pantera in 1996, typical Pantera bros with zero taste 😤 Mike also said he gave lice to "at least half" of the crew on that tour. Mike also had his apartment building burn down during hurricane katrina which he said really fuckin sucked cause it was full of his lyric notebooks and his huge rare punk vinyl collection. Jimmy only plays with 4 strings on his guitar for Eyehategod. Dale Crover from Melvins briefly played drums for them after Joey Lacaze died. Mike used to be the merch dude for the band Shellshock. Randy Blythe used to go to Eyehategod shows as a teenager and beg them to let him sing. Mike used to live in a flea infested room over a strip club at 522 Bourbon street. Mikes address listed in the ITNOS liner notes was 4836 Zenith Street, apartment 305, Metarie, Louisiana, 70001. When Misfits got arrested in a cemetery that one time in 1982, Mike was arrested with them, he was showing them the exposed bones you could see in the tombs. The sound of glass breaking at the beginning of the song My Name Is God (I Hate You) was a recording of Mike smashing a bottle in the studio, which he ended up accidentally cutting himself on, he then smeared blood all over the walls of the studio and wrote "death to pigs" with it. All of Jimmy's top teeth are fake.

Here's a youtube playlist with 100+ hours of all my favorite Eyehategod live shows

I'll add more as I think of it, this is the most I could bang out in 5 minutes cause I gotta go make dinner now.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🖌️ 🩹 if you want? I always need more Joshua content (and the poor man is going to beat the lice-having allegations someday I swear)

Old Houses and Forever Homes - Joshua Whitmore/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N.

Wordcount: 6256

Summary: You've done it, you bought a house with the mysterious artist who captured your attention in a hospital parking lot, and you're more than ready to start this new chapter of your life with him as he builds the place up for you.

Notes: Lice check secure, he is all clear 👍 this ended up changing from my initial idea as I wrote this time, usually my ideas don't stray too much when it comes to readers unless they get away from me and become super long, but hey, that just means I can always write more for him hehe hope you like it, my fellow Joshua lover 😊🤝🖌️🤝😊

The house is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Forever Home, even if it did need some work done. Joshua was again proven wrong as you'd toured it together, the photos on the realty site had been old, due to the fact that the owners had been hiring someone to fix it up so they could update everything for the new year and hopefully bring in some buyers. Because of this, half the work had already been secretly done with everyone thinking it was still a dump, so they’d been able to work in peace for months while looking forward to being able to ask for more when it was finished. This makes him surprisingly happy as he checks everything out, rushing ahead of you to claim his new, larger studio with a view he could actually enjoy when he feels like it, and you fall even more in love when you join him as he talks to himself about where everything would go.

He’s so vocal now because he doesn't need to hide, and you decide that you love the sound of his voice even when he’s being completely insufferable as you wrap your arms around his waist and just listen and picture what he’s saying.

You let your landlord know of your upcoming move and thank him for everything, and while he’s sad to lose out on such a good tennant, you know that he’s no doubt relieved now that people wouldn’t be flocking to his property the moment you and Joshua leave for work to get a glimpse of his art. It’ll be nice to not have to worry about that, and you make sure to ask him where he bought your tub as you sign off on your final month to make sure there’s time to pack everything up. The house is still being repaired, but Joshua keeps insisting that he wants to do the rest himself, to know that him getting out a hammer would be to build things up, not to tear them down so he had a place to sleep, and you can’t argue with that, even if you still have no resume of that kind of work by him yet.

That week, you finally meet and come to a wonderful deal with the elderly couple who’re selling. They take one look at the two of you, young and in love and ready to take this step together, and talk fondly about how they see their own children, their growing grandkids. Immediately they know that you are the ones who have to be the new owners, it just feels right, and it makes you so happy to think about the idea of starting this journey with Joshua. 

Of course he just rolls his eyes at that, he’s very much done with talk of fate and other miracles to last him a lifetime, but they’re happy and old and don't even notice as you shake their hands and accept their hugs and offers of some of the candy she has in her purse for her grandkids.

You waste no time on moving your stuff over once the paperwork is finalized and the locks are changed again for his peace of mind. The floors and walls have already been fixed up so they could proceed with the rest, and he gladly takes it all on himself as each room is slowly completed so they can be filled one by one. You still have the rest of the month in your apartment so there's no rush, and your landlord is nice enough to give you an extra week or two, free of charge, if need be since you’re doing this all by yourselves, but it seems like he can't get there fast enough now that the deal has been made. You know it's for purely selfish reasons, he was so ready to turn this place down until he saw what it could offer him, but again, he was so used to taking whatever he could get, so you'll gladly let him think this was all his idea while the mood is still high.

You're spending your weekend off work moving the last of his studio into place since it’s the easiest room to finish, his completed paintings since he’d returned from New York now decorating every room and adding colour to the walls while he fixes up the kitchen, he truly wasn't lying about being a handyman in one of his old jobs; the patio doors are open wide as he measures, cuts, and paints the new cabinets so they fit the old frame, and a big bag of handles and their screws is resting on the ‘new’ stove the elderly couple so kindly donated since they'd wanted to upgrade theirs, or so they said. 

He doesn't turn it down, it's a few years old but it's in great shape and that's several hundred that you don't have to spend, and he installs it himself until you need to step in and finish the job when he can't get it to work and you start fearing about the house blowing up.

You keep taking peeks at his progress between each trip back to the apartment for more, you can only bring so much at a time, but you don’t complain even though it seems like his things are endless. It allows you to enjoy the nice weather before the fall chill can start to take over soon, and you can't wait to start enjoying those cold nights with him curled up with you. It's been months but the thought of him sleeping alone with nothing but his sleeping bag and backpack still makes you pause when you think about how he is now, what he has because you'd been unable to let him go. 

He's so different from the man you met in that hospital room, that man was still there of course, but now he’s happier, more lively, ready to finally live again instead of just run and survive in order to keep himself. You're so glad that you were the one to give that to him when no one else could, that your curiosity had been so strong that you couldn't stay away to the point that you'd inserted himself into his life when he'd wanted nothing more than to continue on as he was forever, and now his forever was currently being spent drilling cupboard doors that he'd built himself into place.

You grin wide as you wait at the stoplights, your backseat and trunk full of the final boxes of his art to mount to the walls along with the smaller miscellaneous things you’d left for last, and by the time you get back to him he's moved onto the big pantry next to the fridge, everything else done. ‘At this rate you'll be able to finish off the bathroom too,’ you say as you walk in with another box of art to place by the door, and when he looks up at you he looks very tired, but content. 

‘You work me harder than Bryant,’ he jokes as he wipes off his forehead, and he falls back so he can sit, take a moment to rest his weary limbs, and watch you carry in the next box. ‘Were you able to get the rest of it this time?’

‘Yeah, last box is all your brushes,’ you tell him as you set down another box, the sweat gathering on your own forehead with each trip. When you carry in said brushes along with the rest of his tools you set it down and sit next to him so you can catch your own breath, and he glances at you before leaning against your arm.

‘I forgot how nice it was to do this kinda stuff, to create other things even though art will always be my passion, to make something for myself,’ he says almost to himself as he looks at what he built, the two of you no doubt already sorting the dishes still at the apartment into the many available spaces he'd been working on all day. 

‘You're good at it, why'd you quit?’ you ask as you mentally stack all your plates, and he gives a small shrug and itches at his ear until you make him stop.

‘It was a job, something to do so I could keep going after a couple months, I don't think I could've been happy doing it everyday, not like when I paint,’ he explains as he draws a design in the air with his finger, and you lean over more to see that he was planning something for the cupboard door above him.

‘Well, we still have that hole in the roof to deal with before it starts wrecking stuff down here, so when the bathroom is done you can fix that up and be free to go back to your painting, Mr. Whitmore,’ you tell him as you look up at the ceiling, and his eyes follow yours as the final task looms overhead. ‘I mean, I get why they didn't tackle it first since they wanted to be as discreet as possible, but I feel like they really should've at least started on it, right?’

‘If it's there then they could get more in the end by making the house look undesirable until they can start on the outside, if the place gets bought before everything's done then they only lose out on a lemon,’ he figures with a frown, his eyes then trailing over the room. ‘There has to be a way up there, we've been here so many times already but I can't find it, I don't wanna scale the outside just to jump into the attic.’

‘Well, let's take a break and find it, who's gunna stop us?’ you suggest before standing, and you offer your hands to him to help him up before you take one side of the house while he takes the other. You search every ceiling, every closet, every single room for a way into the small attic above, because there had to be some way even if it was too rundown to have a use, but come up with nothing until you lean against the wall in defeat and hear a faint thud of hollowness echoing behind you. ‘Hey, Joshua?’ you call out to him as you jump away like it'll break under your weight, and he rushes over like he's worried you're in danger. ‘Check out this wall, am I crazy or does it not sound… solid?’

He comes over and knocks on it, his ear pressed to it to listen, and he comes to the same conclusion as you before rushing outside to grab his tools. He comes back with a hammer and a crowbar, practiced hands carefully tapping until he finds the seam hidden under the new paint and putty, and you give him space as he jams the end of the crowbar into the wall and starts to break it all down again. You're thankful that your furniture is still back at the apartment as the floor gets decorated with bits and pieces of wall, and he doesn't stop until he's torn it all away to reveal an old door hidden behind the new drywall.

‘Okay, I'm starting to regret signing the deed so fast,’ you try to joke as every horror movie you've ever seen suddenly comes back to you at once, but he isn't afraid, he's been living in places like this for years, and he shows you how unafraid he is as he quickly locates a flashlight and walks right in. ‘Wait! Don't- christ, don't go without me, if you fall through the ceiling and break your neck I'll never forgive myself,’ you nearly stutter as you file in the thin hallway behind him, and your hands cling to the back of his shirt as he shakes his head at you and presses on. The hallway is very short, less than the length of the rooms on either side so it could fit the stairs up, and you almost comically loudly gulp as your wonderful Forever Home slowly turns into a haunted house before your very eyes.

‘It's okay, just take my hand, the railing needs to be replaced,’ he tells you as he starts to go up, and you can see the light from the flashlight mix with the sunlight coming through the hole in the roof as your eyes readjust. He doesn't let you go as you go up together, and when he reaches the top of the stairs he brushes off a place to sit before taking up the landing and helping you cross that final threshold; your eyes are shut tight as you expect a horrorshow to be awaiting you up there, but at the gentle touch on your cheek you crack open an eye and see that it's surprisingly not as bad, just as the downstairs had been. It's still bad, the hole in the roof is very much creating an entire ecosystem up there, but you can feel how excited he is at how big the place is, how much extra space this will surely give him.

‘This room is mine,’ he tells you before you can even offer it to him, and you lean your cheek against his thigh with a smile as he starts talking about all the work he has yet to do.

He switches gears to start on the attic now that the way up has been discovered, and together you guess about why it was closed off to that extent as you help him measure and cut and paint. You provide all the horror ideas, all borrowed from movies you've seen while he counters them with more realistic ideas; for a person who loves to create he always gets so literal about these kinds of things, and you just listen fondly as he spouts of very plausible options of them just not wanting to climb the stairs anymore, or not needing the space and eventually forgetting it was even there after they walled it off.

You decide that the whole thing should be left open since it was hidden between the open living room and his closed off studio, and the door to the latter ends up moving from the far wall to right next to the stairs with a bit of fanagalling. You do need to end up hiring some men to help open up the wall so a new bannister could be added, and to rebuild the stairs so they were a bit wider, even though Joshua could've done it and he lets you know that repeatedly the moment they leave after doing their initial diagnosis and measurements for tomorrow. You just kiss him until he falls silent again, many promises that they won't touch the attic so it can be all his enough to satisfy him now that he's fully in building mode. 

With the added help it’s enough of a push to make you start moving in all the furniture to the bedroom since the living room was now being taken over by their equipment, and the only additional hiring he allows is the small trailer you rent so the bed and dresser can be easily relocated. He's so protective over his space you start to notice as he shoulders most of the heavy lifting, he'd always been almost territorial in a way once he'd moved in with you, but now you were seeing that it extended to the whole house as well. 

He doesn't want anyone to come in, to invade his space where he felt safe with you, and you feel a twinge of residual guilt at not keeping them out the last time. He doesn't blame you for it, you'd been charged at after all, no one could stop an entire group on their own, but you still feel bad as he avoids the eyes of the men who’re now working on the stairs and sticks to moving his door and fixing the new hole in the wall where it used to be. 

Thankfully, if they recognize him from the news they never say anything to either of you, and you slowly fill the kitchen with dishes and other cookware as they screw the new bannister into place so he’ll be able to easily get to his second studio.

He starts working on the attic alone once they're done, and you only bother him to move the heavy things as you handle everything else by yourself. It's good, hearty work to make sure he feels like this place won't be swarmed with the press and old bosses again, you haven't even told anyone at work that you've moved just for that extra bit of security until he's completely certain that this place will be what he needs in his own Forever Home. 

You'd set up the bed alone before, dragged your dresser into place with a broken back, unpacked everything you owned into that apartment, and you have to admit that it feels nice to be able to yell up the stairs for him whenever it becomes too much, which it thankfully rarely is. You can tell where he is above you as you stuff your clothes back into the dresser and new walk-in closet that he gave all to you, he still doesn't have enough to take up more than a drawer in your expansive dresser. With the size of the place you can easily fit in a second for when he was ready to buy more, art supplies always take priority when his few outfits still work for him just fine, and you make sure to leave space for it as you finish off the room.

You hang up his hoodie on the hook by the door next to your fall jackets when you get to it, it's so nice to have that sight back again in this new place, and you're in the middle of folding up the now empty box when you hear a shout and a clatter. You race upstairs, the place doesn't feel haunted to you anymore so this is easy, and find him on the ground as he sucks his finger into his mouth, the fallen hammer laying by his feet. He looks positively sour, he'd smacked his finger in the dimming light of the setting sun, and you walk over to check it out and access the damage; the nail is miraculously saved but it's still bleeding something awful, and he hisses between his teeth as you decide that he's done for the day, time to come downstairs and decide on dinner, you don’t have the energy to cook anything.

‘I'm almost done, just hold the light for me so I can finish this, then I can tile tomorrow,’ he frowns as he yanks his hand back when you try to make him stand, and you scoff and look at what he's done today.

‘You are, but I've got the bedroom done now, so I can help you finish this up tomorrow, I'll take the day off before the rain hits this week,’ you promise him, but now that the stairs are open it's a perfect doorway for creatures to pry past the plastic and creep inside, and he knows what it's like to wake up to raccoons and possums digging through his things. 

‘The faster it gets done the better, you won't be so ready to sleep when the wind blows the staples out and we get bats,’ he mutters as he tries to go back to it, but the sun is setting faster thanks to the late month, if you let him keep at it then he'll forget to eat and even sleep just the same way he does when he paints, so you have to forcefully drag him away until he stops fighting you. He goes quiet as you check out the takeout menus you brought over now that almost everything is there, you can eat without having to drive home officially, and it takes you until you hold them up for him to decide on what he wants before it hits you that he's upset.

‘Joshua, I'd really like it if you got cleaned up and ate something before you go back to it, I'll help you, you don't have to do this alone,’ you give in at the sight of his expression, and he picks at his nail with a wince until you make him stop that too.

‘I thought I'd been doing better with this, so you don't have to worry about me like before after everything,’ he mutters so softly that you almost miss it, and you pull him against you as you lean back against the counter.

‘You have been, and you are, I can't tell you how proud I am of you for it,’ you tell him with a kiss to his forehead, and you taste the fallen dust and various hazards that’d stuck to his skin over the day before you quickly spit into the sink. ‘Sorry, I got too eager, we need to remember to put in a window once the roof is fixed, otherwise you'll never be able to paint up there,’ you point out after rinsing out your mouth, and he looks at his caked arms between the clean patches thanks to his sleeves and gloves.

‘Proper ventilation is vital for any painting space, otherwise I'll risk slight suffocation as well as possibly getting too high to focus off the fumes, I also got ahead of myself,’ he admits as it hits him that he was so determined to close everything off that he would be keeping all the toxins in, and you tap where you kissed with a slight grin.

‘And we can't have that, can we?’ you tease him, and it eases him enough despite looking upset about relapsing back into old habits. ‘C’mon, the tub might not be what we had, but I can still wash your hair for you before you get sick of how cramped it is, gotta make sure you don't bring any friends to bed with you tonight after being up there all day.’

‘Friends?’ he asks as you lead the way, and your face flushes as you open the door at needing to explain the joke.

‘Y'know, lice and other creepy crawlies, who knows what's been living up there?’ you whisper as he frowns again, and he glances at himself in the mirror before really leaning in.

‘More likely to get fleas, but I should be fine, spiders never bother with me,’ he says as he determines that he's still safe, but now the thought of the man you're about to hug might really having some guests hanging on makes you jump back before you can touch him. ‘You'd never last a night in any of the places I've been in, here.’ He quickly strips everything off and tosses it into the washing machine, and you eye it just to see if anything will run out before he's the one chuckling at you. He strips you down next, tosses your clothes in with his before immediately starting it up to prove to you that it was fine, but you're no longer as eager to leave the attic open until you both can go through and finish cleaning up every corner now that the floor was laid and the roof was almost done. 

He's the one to guide you to the normal-sized bath and shower combo, no large jacuzzi until you could save up and get a similar one so this place could truly be a home, and it's very cramped as he pulls the curtain closed and reaches past you to get to the tap. The water that sprays out is so cold it makes you yelp, and he laughs a little louder before adjusting it to your usual comfortable temperature and locates the body wash sitting on the corner shelf. 

‘Never done this before, can't say I prefer it to the baths,’ you confess even though being so close to him is still nice, and he makes you turn around so he can start cleaning away the sweat you'd worked up over the day.

‘It’s not as nice, but I'm glad we can still do this much together, you've honestly made me hate showering alone, since we met,’ he says as he washes, carefully lathers up every dip and curve to the body he's memorized better than a paintbrush, a canvas, the same painting he tried over and over to perfect. 

‘I'm glad the room is big, there'll be just enough space for it once everything else is taken care of, maybe for Black Friday we can find one on sale,’ you plan ahead, and at the sound of his sigh you know you've just found another thing he hates.

‘Consumerism at its best, people literally killing themselves for a better deal, each store marketing themselves more than ever before to bring in more dollars than they'd make even with the slashed prices, I'm not surprised you bought into it,’ he groans as he reaches for the shampoo next, and you're not offended as you silently urge him to continue. ‘Even before I left New York I'd see it, before I realized how much each year was offering more and more distractions to take everyone away, how everyone would nearly freeze themselves to death out there in their lines, like cattle naively lining up for a slaughterhouse, and the butcher's knives were the products they wasted all their hard earned money on. Things they didn't need, just because it was there and cheap, just one more distraction or pill to swallow to make them forget that we're all one step closer to the grave.

‘Now it's all electronics, flashing distractions that can kill time for longer, to teach their kids for them, to make life a little easier when really it's just turning them all into zombies at the push of a button, all for an easily affordable price if you can get to it before that kindly old lady over there breaks your jaw trying to get it first,’ he grumbles as he washes your hair for you, but even with him being angry he never tugs or tangles, his hands still gentle as he runs his fingers through the bubbles to make sure there's no knots.

‘Wow, you really think you're better than everyone, don't you?’ you say as you turn to face him, the suds instantly getting in your eyes like karma as the both of you then quickly rinse them out again. ‘I don't- ugh, ow- I don't mean it like, you're playing up the pretentious artist looking down on all of humanity schtick or anything, it's just that we've been together almost four months now and you haven't run out of things to say, there has to be something in there that you don't feel this way about.’

He thinks about it before leaning under the water to wet his hair, and when he pushes it back he looks like the man you saw on stage before it fades back to him, from Mr. Whitmore back to Joshua. ‘I don't feel this way about you, even though you keep repeatedly falling into every single society trap that ruins people,’ he says as he brushes your own hair back, and he thinks some more before leaning down, plugging the drain so the tub can fill, and shutting off the shower head so the water can run freely from the tap instead. ‘You do, but it's never ruined you, I've seen it affect so many people over the years that it made me do nothing but hate, but not you.’ He guides you down until you're kneeling, and with a bit of trouble he spins so his back is to you so he can be cleaned next, just like you always did back at your apartment. ‘Maybe miracles do exist…’

‘I think they do, I mean, if I hadn't left early that day I never would've seen you, never would've wanted to meet you, then we wouldn't be here.’ You hold him as the water rises, your chin on his shoulder as he slides forward so his joints can rest more comfortably even though he can’t stretch out fully in here with you behind him. ‘I'd still be alone back at that apartment, and you'd-’

‘Still be out there, probably switching states because those kids told someone where I was,’ he finishes for you, and you don't want to picture him sleeping on the floor after a long day of painting in another empty house instead of fixing up his first home in years. ‘I never wanted to admit it, because I didn't know when I'd move on again, but this whole time I've been waiting for the dream to end, for me to get sick of you the way I did the others because I still didn't know how to love, or for you to cash in on me and sell me out when you got tired of me like everyone else.’

Your eyes go wide as you look at the back of his head, and he visibly shrinks as he voices not his fears but his expectations. ‘Joshua, I would never,’ you swear to him without mentioning the first part, because, if you were honest, you still don’t know why you’ve been the only exception to his frustrations over everything even when you keep offering him more and more reasons to toss you in with the rest.

‘I know that now, I started believing it when you came to get me, and don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you keep trying to hide us from everyone even during all this, so they won’t find me again,’ he admits, but he’s still tense, something is still eating at him. ‘And before you say it, yeah, there’s been a time or two where I thought that all of this was too much, just too much work, too much stress, too much that was different between us for this to work out just like the last person I was with.

‘Between you coming around at the hospital like all the nosy reporters I’ve ever avoided, to you hounding me to make sure I took care of myself, and then you constantly insisting that you didn’t hate me even though I’ve brought nothing but trouble into your life since we met, I was truthfully going to end it when you looked at this place and actually wanted me to be here with you in it, like you saw all of the bullshit I put you through just because I’m me and still wanted to keep spending time with me and waking up to me and watching me paint not because I could offer you something in return, but because you- because you…’

‘I love you.’ You stand up and carefully step around him, your legs forcing his together as you find a new place in his lap, and he avoids your eye but has nowhere to go in a tub this small. ‘You’re insufferable, you talk like you know everything about everything when in reality, you’d gone for so long without being around technology that you couldn’t tell a goddamn iPod from a tape recorder. You’re pretentious about things, you lose yourself in your work until you make yourself sick and I have to take care of you, you talk shit through all my movies about how much you hate TV, but you’ve got nothing to say about that when it’s time for you to show me your own favourites.

‘You ignore your own needs because you don’t want to be a bother to me, you keep insulting where I work because it’s a boring desk job instead of something I can be passionate about, you make me feel guilty because I drive places instead of walk if the destination is far even when I need to get groceries. You keep telling me that you don’t know how to love even though being with you is the happiest I’ve ever been, and sometimes you act like I’d be better off if you’d just disappeared even though you know that living through that exact situation broke my heart,’ you list off relentlessly at him, and with each one he shrinks more and more until the water running down his cheek isn’t from the turned off shower. ‘You do all of that, and you still don’t get that I want to live here with you because I love you so much despite it all, despite everything that drives me absolutely insane day in and day out, because it’s you that’s doing it.’

He meets your eye when you touch his cheek, brush away his tear with your thumb, and you kiss his forehead again before pressing your chest to his so he can feel the way your heart is beating behind your cooling skin.

‘I went to New York because I can’t live without you, so of course I wanna move into my dream home with you, that won’t ever change no matter how many times you remind me that technology is splitting people apart and that the world is a scary place. I never have and never will want to take anything from you, I want to create a new life here with you, and whether that be through rebuilding this house or… or starting a family, hell, even by buying some fish or something, I want that, so as long as you don’t get sick of me, then can you maybe stop trying to convince yourself that I’ll get sick of you?’

You don’t realize that you’ve also started crying until he kisses the wetness from your cheek, and you just hold each other in the tub until the water gets too high in your distraction and starts to overflow. You quickly shut it off as the two of you scramble for the towels and make an even bigger mess in the process, the tub really is too small after all with how fast it filled, but cleaning up the mess and protecting his new cupboards is just a comfortable closer on the knowledge that you’d both gotten some bottled things out and worked through them without having to catch a plane to a different state to make it come out. 

You steal glances at him as you try and get the water that spilled under the washer and dryer while he soaks up the main mess with every other towel you own, the both of you completely naked and shivering and covered in goosebumps, and when he meets your eye you can’t help but laugh at the pleasant absurdity that your lives have become, which makes him do the same. So much has happened since you met him, and yeah, maybe buying a house together after a few months was moving pretty fast, but once you’d had to watch him drive away, and then felt that pain of being alone, you’d known that you could only ever be with him, and this just solidifies it as he drains the tub so it’s usable again and tosses the wet lump of fabric into the washing machine with your clothes.

‘I never wanted to start thinking about you getting tired of me,’ he finally says after getting back into the tub with you, and the water is much lower as you start washing him like you’d both gotten so used to. ‘It’s just hard, not to go to that, after everything else I’ve been through since I started being more public with my work.’

‘I know, you’ve lived through more than I probably ever will, but I want to make sure that the rest of your life is everything you deserve, starting with a warm bed, your own studio far away from prying eyes, and hot food made by someone who loves you,’ you whisper as you wash off the soap and start lathering up his hair. He hums to himself, he truly likes the sound of that, and he’s ready to fully let himself enjoy it as he leans into your touch until you’re washing it all away, no creepy crawlies would be joining you tonight when you get into bed with him for the first time in this place.

‘I didn’t know the pizza guy loved me,’ he jokes once his hair is rinsed, and you gently shove him with a snicker as he lets himself laugh at the joke.

‘You’re absolutely insufferable,’ you groan as you squeeze the water from his hair as much as you can now that you have no towels to dry off with, looks like you’d need to settle for dish towels for tonight if you wanted to answer the door in about a half hour’s time.

‘And you love me for it,’ he says softly like he’s not only teasing you but also finally accepting it now that he’s said it out loud.

‘And I love you for it,’ you agree, and you kiss him as the drain swallows all the proof of your shared hard work for the day so you can eat, finish the roof together so you could avoid those visiting bats, and then wash it all away again before bed.

[toffeelemon]

GET TO KNOW ME🤩

thank u for tagging me @skibasyndrome 🫶🏼

do you make your bed?

not ever since i read somewhere that leaving your sheets uncovered is actually good for airing it out and reducing lice risk sksk (excuses). i would if i’m a guest / at my parents’ though

what's your favourite number?

0 is pretty neat

what is your job?

an architect - in training sksksk (for the past SEVEN years but any day now guys) would very rarely self describe as a MuLtiDisCiPLinArY artist/writer/researcher if i’m feeling like a wanker or trying to impress wankers

if you could go back to school, would you?

constantly entertaining the idea of a useless phd sksks - mostly for the gender neutral title and the most distance from capitalism to be honest

can you parallel park?

no. i can only shuffle in if it’s a space for 2 cars sksk i literally used to circle the block endlessly when waiting for family to grocery shop instead of parking if there’s no 2 spaces for me to pull into

a job you had that would surprise people?

i’m not sure i have anything surprising. i sold car magazines at a book fair and i will not elaborate.

do you think aliens are real?

yes. and they’re purposefully not making themselves known to humans because they don’t wanna touch this clusterfuck with a ten feet pole

can you drive a manual car?

never ❤️ city gay refusing to drive forever😗✌🏼

what's your guilty pleasure?

pimple popping videos or in general mildly gross “satisfying” videos sksksk. i would binge until i get sick and delete them from my history so i don’t have to see any more suggested once i got my fill

tattoos?

2! 🦈🪼

favorite color?

pink and blue. i like most pinks, like them less the more purple they get, i like pastel blues and navy blues but the bright saturated ones in between not as much

favorite type of music?

i’m a pop girlie through and through - almost exclusively listen to queer and/or poc artists now. i like hyperpop, pop punk, indie pop

do you like puzzles?

i used to do so much with my mum and got pretty insane over it (like 1000 pieces sets) but not as much now

any phobias?

hmm i don’t have much Irrational fear - one would be i Hate the idea of having my back exposed i always have to sleep with my back to the wall

favorite childhood sport?

Loathe sports. i loved ice skating and it’s one of the few things i quit against my will and in another life i would’ve been a figure skater

do you talk to yourself?

ever since i’m not living with any family i need to check whether i still speak my mother tongue every now and then sksk

what movies do you adore?

i keep going back to ghibli films. my absolute favourite is howl’s moving castle

coffee or tea?

i don’t drink coffee.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

studio ghibli animator🥹 also wanted to write full time. play orchestral percussion full time

tagging @prince-simon @cloudywilmon @ungaroyals @aro-of-artemis @angelbabysimon @tooindecisivetopickaurl

[essl-studies]

Wednesday 9th, October 2024

Fall 2024, honors, 19 credit hours, 6 classes, 3 honors projects

Math: I learned all about "perfect numbers" in lecture today. Perfect numbers are ones where the factors of the number (except the number itself), when added together, equal the number itself. Example: 6

In between classes: completed the Ch 4 reading quiz for Geography and printed off a few notes for my online classes so I can have physical copies of the notes for studying.

Educ 201: submitted the homework (History of American Education MapQuest) right before class officually started. It wasn't due until 1159 tonight, but I figured I might as well turn it in so I don't forget. Started to learn about the roles and responsibilities of teachers that aren't immeidatly obvious. Honestly, I don't think I should have to tear this course due to almost everything so far being stuff I already know from classes I took last semester (thank you screwed up timeliness due to transfer credits)

Geog: lecture on chapter 3: air tempurature. Learning. Abiht what "controls" affect the air tempurature on earth and throughout the atmosphere.

Art: assigned a classmate's project to write a critique on. Critique is due on Monday at the beginning of class. We're dismissed early after that duento the teacher needing to 'set the studio' for the next project and her not being able to do so if we were in there 'taking up space'

The bus wasn't due to come get me for almsot an hour, so I went to the career and internship fair hosted by our university. I didn't really get to talk to but 5 places (pit of over 50) because each tabel had a little sign telling which majors they were looking to recruit. And only 3 said they were even willing. To recruit education majors. The other 2 I went to were the navy and the army reserves. I did, however, score a lot of freebies. Eve cntjetbakes that didn't interact with me gave out free stuff to anyone who walked by. I got a full on bag sruffed with candy. It was like trick or treating. It was amazing for the freebies alone.

On the way home, had a nice casual conversation with the drivers ofnthe two buses I take to get home on days I have classes.

Dinner was meatloaf, cheesy potatoes, and canned spinach (don't at me, my kids lice canned spinach more than any other veggie, fresh, frozen, canned or otherwise)

Helped my oldest with her i-ready math homework (matting I connected her to the wifi and supervised her technology use)

Helped my youngest spell some words for a story she had to write for kindergarten (it was a handwriting assignment, so as long as it didn't write for her, she was ok)

Bubble baths and 3 stories tonight was what it took to get my kids worn out enough to sleep.

Worked on my research for my honors projects once the girls went to bed

In bed by 11pm (boo I'm a bore)

[rmd-writes]

sweet and pure ask for you rae (sorry i'm late) <3 also sorry for so many i'm greedy

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

🍓- one secret about yourself

💬- what your last text message says?

💗- who do you miss?

🎀- which of your fics are you most attached to and why?

STOP SAYING SORRY (and don’t apologise for apologising I see you)

so many questions but for you, my love, I will answer them all

🐝 describe your aesthetic in emojis

💖💕💞🌸💝🎀💄 - I wore all black to the studio recently and got asked if everything was okay 😂

🦄 how do you perceive yourself

coming in with the hard questions!! I’m competitive and if you tell me I won’t be able to do something I’ll do it out of fucking spite, but the person I compete with most is myself which really just means I’m always pushing myself to do more/everything which… may or may not be a good thing but we don’t examine that too closely. I’m kinder to other people than I am myself though and I think I do a decent job at being a good friend/spouse/mum to the people I love

🍓 one secret about yourself

I’m not sure I have any really, I’m pretty much an open book. Around here, the only secrets I have are the ones that would dox me 😅

💬 last text message

my last actual text message excluding DMs/WhatsApp (which were to you) was this (I’m so sorry):

See if you can convince [redacted] to put his hair up today, [redacted] said there’s head lice going around the class 💀

💗 who do you miss

YOU 😭

🎀 which of your fics are you the most attached to and why

lawyer au, hands down. It’s the story I spent the longest crafting, I think it’s got some of my best writing in it and I’m proud of it. (Which fic of yours are you most attached to?)

[pteracotta]

itsybit, artifishal, and megamal itsybit is based on tongue-eating lice and malware artifishal and megamal are based on fish and the pokestar studios robot but only very loosely i only had a vague concept in my head for megamal so i just drew a quick sketch of it

[jmoloney1]

I have reason to believe Jess-Moloney-Malarkey is a minor based on evidence I was sent (but am totally not going to show to prove to anyone) so based on this I don’t have to answer her questions anymore or respond to her. Nor does anyone else who’s an adult because it would be inappropriate to be engaging a minor. Yes, that’s it. That’s how you get out of being outed as the liar you are just lie some more.

[erovalkyrie]

best profile pic tbh

Oh thank you :D

I have been using that one for... over 6 years now? I used to be active in the Kaiji/Nobuyuki Fukumoto fandom before, and I have had this one ever since then. I changed Kaiji's shirt from green to orange, because it's my favourite colour, and I just love a hopeful lad peeking around the corner being happy!

I am thinking of getting a new one, especially since I am active in the Disco Elysium fandom now, maybe commission or draw one myself, I will see! (Harry Du Bois peeking around the corner, much to think about...)

For everyone else: Watch Kaiji

We all need more hopeful and soul-crushing media about capitalism, debt and humanity (yes, Kaiji influenced Squid Game)

Have an older introduction article I once wrote!

[infiniterichesinalittleroom]

Maybe I am crazy, but I swear to you something is going on with movies in a way even the people who make them don't understand. I mean, something weird has happened, so that I'm convinced that the people who ostensibly make them are no more than instruments of the movies themselves, servers, factotums, and the whole process, from pitching an idea for one, and getting the financing and finding a star, I mean, the whole operation, while seeming to depend on the participation of directors, producers, distributors, and so on, and for all the animosities and struggles among them, the struggles for control, the interference of studio heads, and profound dicta of the critics, in fact the entire booming culture of movies—all of it is illusion, as the movie is supposed to be, a scripted reality, whereas it's the movies themselves that are in control, preordaining and self-generating, like a specie with its own DNA. The human agencies who realize them, are subsidiary, like garden bugs who come into being to pollinate flowers, or those birds who live to ride atop the backs of African rhinos and beak away their lice.

City of God by E.L. Doctorow

[parkerbombshell]

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[segredosdabaia]

Oi, Lice! Você não vai acreditar, ou talvez vai, mas eu passei no doutorado! Está sendo uma bagunça, porque estou tendo que sair de Nice e estou indo pra Paris. Consegui a ajuda de um amigo e estou indo de carro com parte das minhas coisas. Dessa vez eu não vou conseguir/poder trabalhar, pois consegui uma bolsa. É meio como se eu trabalhasse pra faculdade. Eu vou ficar nas acomodações de lá mesmo, até porque, com a bolsa, eu nunca conseguiria alugar um apartamento/studio em Paris. O ruim disso é que não teria como você morar comigo. Eu sei que a gente tinha combinado de você vir pra cá definitivamente logo após minha defesa do mestrado, mas essa oportunidade, o doutorado, apareceu e eu não consegui deixar de lado. Nada te impede de vir, mas por enquanto, como turista. Estou morrendo de saudades de você, piolhinha. Espero que você consiga me perdoar por esse vacilo. Arthur Briarwood Doutorando em Engenharia Elétrica Faculté des Sciences et Ingénierie Sorbonne Nouvelle