#not as bad as the corn ink

[carcasstohounds]

me, one fall day like two years ago: haha yeah i’ll apply to this art school :•) that sounds fun

me now: *painting paprika juice on a piece of paper*

[ask-sibverse]

Flowers of the main skeles of Flowers In Bloom (because you have no fucking idea how long it takes to draw a skeleton covered in flowers ok. If I drew them all I would throw my phone across the room. Yes I draw from my phone.)

More about some of them!

Daisy (Dream) fights with an overwhelming force of positivity. Like being punched in the face with sunshine and rainbows. Mainly because that's the best way to combat his twin's negativity "infection" spreading through the multiverse.

Like @forgettingcrowbin 's Plumagetale!Ink, Camellia (Ink) has to actually paint on his flowers, generally sticking to rainbow camellias (which are a bitch to draw btw.)

Other than Reaper and Life, Stargazer (Error) is the oldest of the guardians. His abilities to use floral magic were lost as a natural consequence of fucking up his own balance, and his flowers are red and blue stargazer lilies. (Reaper is Solist Gladiolus btw)

Bluebell (Blue) and Tiger (Red) have lost their AUs and are living out of the Omega Timeline.

Belladonna/Bella (Nightmare) is in a constant hellish existence due to the way his immortality, corruption, and soulflowers mix. He's good at hiding it though.

Out of all of the "bad Sanses," Amaryllis/Amy (Killer) suffers some of the worst mental issues from the combination of LV and soulflowers. He suffers from significant dysmorphia from the way things have changed, second only to Belladonna.

Strangely enough, Dark Eyes/Dark (Dust) doesn't appear to be as distressed by the changes his own LV has done to his flowers. Perhaps he has accepted his fate, or sees it as part of his "punishment."

Cornflower/Corn (Horror)'s biggest changes to his flowers are that they are wilted and dead due to lack of magic. That may change with better circumstances.

Still debating on whether or not to include Dark Knight/Knight (Cross), but if I do, these would be his flowers. (You wanna know how friggin hard it was to find just the right flower for this guy?!)

[givemeonereason]

Meditations: First Flight

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Rating: Cotton Candy

Dragon Ball Masterlist Givemeonereason Masterlist

Plot: You meet up again with Piccolo. Is that a good or a bad thing?

A/n: I back burned this one for a little while (like two weeks) I wrote a portion of his and lost it due to Tumblr crashing on me. I was PISSED. Creators work so hard on their stuff and things happen. No ones fault in particular. A lot of the time you have to just step away for a moment and then get back to it.

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The day is dragging on…

You stare blankly at the black pen you’ve been twirling between your fingers. Ink smudged into your middle finger, exposing the intricate lines of your identifying pattern.

You look to the time on your desktop computer, 4:48 pm.

Kami, could the last twelve minuets of this day be over!

You set the pen down on the desk and sigh.

I just want to see him….to see if he’s even there.

My…the green Martian guy from that “Nam” place.

Not Mars!

You tap your finger against your forehead.

Stupid.

You look out the window towards the hill. His white, flowing cape catches your eye.

I remember now, Namek.

5:00

You hurry out of the office towards your compact car. You dropped your work bag and purse in the trunk. Just your small lunch bag with you as you started up the side of the hill.

“Hello.” You stood near where he sat.

There was no answer. His eyes remained closed. You almost would have mistaken him for a statue had he not readjusted the position of arms against his chest.

You walked over to his side. “Piccolo?”

“Not now, Nail.”

“What?”

His eyes shoot open when you touch the shoulder pad of his cape. You jump at his suddenness. “Gosh, don’t do that. You scared me half to death.” Your hand pressed against your chest.

You took a breath before sitting down beside him. “What is the nail about?”

His eyes are closed again. This is going to be a difficult question to answer. “Not what, but whom.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. Do you even want to know at this point?… “Okay, whatever Yoda.”

The crack of a soda opening broke him from his concentration once more. “Oh, I brought you one if you’d like.” You pulled out the carbonated beverage from your lunch bag and set it down onto the grass beside you. “I also have corn chips. Please help yourself.”

He looks down at your tribute beside him. “I do not eat, nor drink this. However, thank you.” He looked to you nodding his head in thanks.

“Oh. I had no idea.” An over loud crunch as you bit down into the chip in your hand. “What exactly do you eat?”

“Nothing. I only need water to survive.”

“Nothing!?” You’re shocked. He is an alien, what exactly did you expect? Only the best prime rib, rare…or juicy bugs?

Yuck!

Crunch.

“Could you please be more quiet?”

You tried chewing slower, moving your mouth in what felt like slow motion. A damn chip going down the wrong pipe.

You coughed!

Coughed!

His tone is irritated, “are you okay?”

You got the tickle out of your throat and took a sip of your soda. “Yeah, it’s just the wrong pipe is all.” You swiftly changed the subject, “so I tried looking up some info on Namekians online and it didn’t come up with anything.”

“Where Namek used to be, there wouldn’t have been technology to know of its existence. Only the Briefs were able to locate it.”

You turn excited, “you mean the smartest family in all of existence?”

He rolled his eyes, closing them when he felt the pull of his eyelids. “I don’t know about all of time….”

You didn’t hear him mumble that under his breath. You looked towards the sky riddled with white fluffy clouds. “Space is a mystical place. There are so many galaxies out there, planets with life that we don’t know about.” You look to him. “I’m sure you know about so much life out there, right?”

He’s looking out at the water of the lake in the valley.

Small crunch, crunch.

“How did you…”

Surely she knows about King Piccolo?

“I was hatched from an egg that my father regurgitated.”

“Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha?” You choked on another chip and began your second coughing fit.

I knew she would react this way.

Piccolo, she is only human. It was is if he could hear Kami calming him, bringing him back to his center.

He gritted his teeth and hunched over where he floated.

You cleared your throat from overly coughing, putting the bag of chips down. “I don’t think I should eat any more chips right now. Imagine, that would all I be known for, asphyxiating on chips.” Gesticulating as you speak. “She died doing what she loves most, eating!” You tried pretending to heartily laugh, but it ended up making you actually laugh. And then cough, again. “Okay, I should really stop.”

She’s just a human.

You noticed his silence when you became more lax, leaning back against your palms firmly on the grass. You intently studied him. His brows furrowed, the rich green of his cheeks deepening in the afternoon light. His headdress wrapped tightly around the to of his head, making his pointed ears push out more on the sides.

All things considered, He is quite a beautiful creature, is he not?

You shook your head, trying to shake the thought from your mind.

You noticed the purple of his gi when his cape fluttered to the side as a squall of air passed through. The wind making him look ethereal. You watched with widened eyes as the shifting draft whipped your hair into your face. You pushed the strands away.

If you could just get closer.

You looked away, blush heating your cheeks.

“Hatched from an egg, huh?”

He said nothing, remaining still, and effortlessly floating statue.

And curiosity got the better of you. You got up and walked over to him, standing slightly of to his side. You looked closer at him. His sharp jawline against the oversized shoulder pads. Surely, his shoulders weren’t that wide. You reached out, but he caught your wrist in his hand, only opening one eye to look at you suspiciously.

“I….I….I was….” You couldn’t get any words out. His grip was tight enough to send a pang up your arm. “You’re hurting me.” When he let go you pulled your hand against your chest, rubbing the skin at your wrist.

He doesn’t apologize. He just goes right back to shutting himself out.

She’s only human.

Despite the roughness you received at his hands, you didn’t move away. You simply turned out towards the view in front.

Why is he being this way?

Maybe I should just leave him alone from now on?

I just..

I don’t know why I came back again here today.

“So, are you evil? You sit here so peacefully, but are you some sort of bad guy?”

Please don’t be a bad guy. Please.

Your heart flutters when you hear the deep tone of his voice. You didn’t realized how much you needed to hear him speak. “That’s not for me to say.”

You shut your eyes.

Please, don’t.

“Do you believe me to be malevolent?”

“No.” You are unwavering, standing there firm in your opinion.

I just know, I can feel it.

He placed his feet on the ground. He’s looking at you, your eyes closed, fists closed.

He sighs deeply.

Don’t.

In an instant he grabs you by the waist, pulling you at his side. A small upward push and he takes off flying in the air.

Everything was so quick, but when you finally realized you were several hundred feet off the ground you screamed. It was guttural, ultimate fear. The wind blowing into your face as he flew took your breath away. You turned as much of your upper body you could and pushed it into side of his abdomen, hands white-knuckled, gripping onto his gi.

You heard the deep reverberations in his chest. “What of it now? Do you really believe me to be good? Are you honestly that gullible?”

You pressed your face tightly against his chest, your body shaking. You can barely breathe. You feel as if you might pass out.

Piccolo is seething. His grip on you tightening. His teeth clenching.

Piccolo…Kami is calling out to him.

I don’t understand these people! She barely knows me and yet she trusts that I would not harm her, nor anyone else?

Piccolo…

How can humans be so weak?

A draft swept up into his face, the sweet smell of your perfume catching him off guard.

He stopped flying. Citrus and floral notes rushing through his senses.

He looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking body against his, tightly gripping onto him with all your might. Whimpers vibrating against the exposed skin of his chest. Your hair whipping about as the wind rushed around you both.

She’s…she’s weak….no, soft. She’s soft.

He looked about the ground below to find a place to land. Slowly, he floated down, placing your feet down onto the dust covered ground.

You couldn’t hold your own weight, dizzy, you fell down to your knees. Your hands pressed against the dirt catching your fall. You scrape your fingers against the dust and grabbing at some debris and balling your fist.

The ground. The ground. The ground.

You’re shaking uncontrollably, tears welling up in your eyes and spill over down your reddened cheeks. You can’t help but sob, crying hard, defeated and frightened.

Piccolo shifted, his hand very lightly reaching out towards you.

Soft.

I’m sorry.

When you catch your breath you look up at him, your eyes red and glassy from crying, your nose running. You're hunched over, fist clenched. You could hit him if you had the strength. As if that would help anything.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that!” You coughed, your voice ragged from being unused. “You can’t just do that! You can’t take people and fly off like that. Normal people don't fly!” You start to cry more, wrapping your arms around yourself, lightly rocking back and forth.

He crouched down at your side, hesitating when he reached out to gently brush the hair that was sticking to your wet cheeks away. You shivered at his touch. Holding your arms tighter against yourself.

His voice was low, full of sorrow. “I am sorry.”

You turned your face away from him, skin still hot from anger.

“I was out of line. I acted on my own anger and irritation.”

He wiped away a tear rolling down your cheek. "Please, forgive me."

In one scoop he effortlessly lifted you into his arms. Floating above the ground where he stood. He placed you down into his lap. You curled so gently against him, gripping at his gi.

He's seething with anger on the inside. His eyes closed, but his mind was ablaze.

How can....why would I? Why do I even care about this?

Something so trivial as a human woman, and yet I care about her feelings.

I care about the way she views me.

This ultimately doesn't matter in the slightest.

The light shivering pulled him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked down at your frame in his lap, holding onto the obi around his waist.

With a swift pull at both sides, he wrapped his cape around you as much as he could, gripping you closer against him.

You sunk deeper into his lap, relaxed. Your soft breaths and light snoring have a soothing rhythm, falling into a peaceful slumber.

Shifting in his lap, grabbing onto his forearm, your nose rubbing against his skin sending a shiver through him. His head falling forward when he caught the smell of your perfume once more.

Just a little while longer.

We can stay like this.

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He nudged you awake, the daylight fading into the western sky. You groaned, pulling his arm tighter against your chest.

Though he has such a strong voice, this came softly. "You have to wake up. I need to take you back before it becomes dark."

You rubbed your eyes, blinking, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

He feels your eyes on him, looking down, his face relaxed in the twilight glow of the evening. "Do you think you would be able to trust me? I need to take you home."

You sit up and look about you, there is no way you would be able to call for a ride here.

"I don't want to fall." Your body shook from the thought of what happened earlier.

He picked your chin up to look at him. His eyes widened by his own actions. He pulled his hand away, his voice returning its strong cadence. "I had no intention of dropping you."

Without protest he slips his arm under your legs and firmly holds your waist in bridal style. Your grip on him just as tight as before. No looking down. You pushed your face into his shoulder. He smells like nature; this beautiful mix of deep woods, dew on grass, crisp morning air and something else you couldn’t quite pin down.

Piccolo flies to the top of your work building, placing you down onto your feet near the roof access door. “I will find a new place to meditate. I do not want to frighten you any longer.”

“No!” Your voice came out louder than you would have liked. “You really don’t have to.”

He shook his head and turned away.

“I just didn’t like the flying. It really scared me.”

Don’t go.

Please.

His back was still to you. He turned his cheek slightly but not enough to look at you. “Goodbye.”

No.

“Please don’t leave yet.”

He was already flying away.

“Come back!” You screamed after him.

“….I forgive you.” You stand there watching him until he’s out of sight.

Can we just start over?

My green alien man, who can fly, with me.

Next time I won’t be so scared.

“Piccolo…”

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What perfume/cologne would the Van Der Linde gang wear

hi!! this is my first tumblr post, and i don’t exactly know how to do this or work the app, so forgive me if this is horribly worded or confusing.

anyways, this is my opinion on what colognes or perfumes the gang would wear. horses and cain included, since they are technically a member of the gang!!

Abigail -

something woodsy, maybe like the forest or a campfire, cedar wood, trees, plants.

examples:

- G-Water

- Tam Dao

- Snoqualine

Arthur -

tobacco, scent of alcohol, mud, outdoors.

examples:

- Jasmin et Cigarette

- Rien

- Earthworm

Baylock -

ashes, grease.

examples:

- Tobacco Blaze

- Garage

- La Yuquam Homme

Bill -

any popular male fragrances, or like gunpowder and fire.

examples:

- 9mm Ballistic Therapy

- High Noon

- Campfire Nights

Boaz -

dynamite, money.

examples:

- Wall Street

- Don Xerjoff

- 1805 Tonnerre BeauFort London

Branwen -

oatcakes, apples, water.

examples:

- Lostmarch Lann-Ael

- Be Delicious

- Cavalli Acqua

Bob -

blood, gunpowder, sweat.

examples:

- Vena Cava

- Richard Dark Side

- Secretions Magnefique

Brown Jack

pomade, alcohol, blood.

examples:

- Classic Fragrance

- Heeley Agarwood

- Molotov Cocktail

Cain -

dog, mud, grass.

examples:

- La Panthere Edition Soir

- Grass

- Zoologist Bat

Charles -

light florals, nature, clean fur.

examples:

- Coach Floral

- Super Cedar

- Coyote

Dutch -

blood, metal, tears.

examples:

- Vassago

- Spacewalk

- Rainy Season of Dresden

Davey -

snow, wood, fire.

examples:

- Waltz of the Snowflakes

- Tobacco Vanille

- Inquisitor

Enis -

whiskey, beer, grass.

examples:

- Tom Oud

- Stout ‘n Smoke

- Dune Road

Grimshaw -

sulfur, metal, cinnamon.

examples:

- Bloody Smoke

- Vanille Absolu

- Jupiter

Gwydion -

birds, leather, salt.

examples:

- Seemannn

- Black Saffron

- Millésime Impérial

Hosea -

moonshine, stew, metal.

examples:

- Moscow Mule

- Starfish & Coffee

- Santal 33

Jack -

water, horse, corn oil.

examples:

- Petrichor

- Cuir de Russie

- Seems Legit

Javier -

mahogany, cotton, musk.

examples:

- Redwood Leaves

- Lazy Sunday Morning

- Urban Musk

Jenny -

snow, wool, wood.

examples:

- Redwood Mist

- Battaniye

- Grey Vetiver

John -

sweat, musk, grease

examples:

- Flores Negras

- Silver Musk

- Cristina La Veneno Ni Puta Ni Santa

Kieran -

blood, grass, oats.

examples:

- Hora de la Verdad Sombra

- Figuier Eden

- Harran

Karen -

beer, guns, whiskey.

examples:

- Beguile

- Wicked John

- Kutay

Lenny -

blood, books, bullets.

examples:

- Seems Legit

- Diamonitirion - elixir atonit

- Moon Child

Mac -

metal, bullets, kerosene.

examples:

- Craft

- Iron Duke

- Nuvolari Rubini

Maggie -

dirt, stone, bog.

examples:

- Le Sillage Blanc

- During the Rain

- Swamp elixir

Mary-Beth -

books, ink, gold.

examples:

- Bibliophilia: Love of Books

- Supreme Vanilla

- Royal Blood

Micah -

rot, corn, mold.

examples:

- Saint Louis Cemetery #1

- Funerie

- French Kiss

Molly -

roses, grass, trees.

examples:

- Roses Musk

- Leila Lou

- Colors de Benetton

Nell II -

sweat, cows, pig.

examples:

- Amyi 3.17

- Cuir de Russie

- Hyrax

Old Belle -

carrots, beer, hay.

examples:

- Carotte

- Sónar

- Basilico & Fellini

Old Boy -

musk, tears, cow.

examples:

- Another 13

- Ozone

- Osmanthus

Pearson -

meat, vegetables, crawfish.

examples:

- Gino: Steak Scented Eau de Parfum

- Eau de Cuisine

- Wild Carrot Oud

Reverend -

whiskey, incense, coffee.

examples:

- 7 Loewe

- Bourbon e Fava Tonka

- Black Opium

Sadie -

blood, tears, gunpowder.

examples:

- Bull’s Blood 2nd Edition

- Cool Glacier

- Rendez-Vous!

Sean -

whiskey, sweat, bullets.

examples:

- Malt Akro

- Monochrome

- Amour Nocturne

Silver Dollar -

fire, wool, metal.

examples:

- Encens Pyro

- The Sheepfold, Moonlight

- Rosenrot

Taima -

deer, blood, meat.

examples:

- Ma Bete

- Trinity Blood

- Good Girl Gone Bad

The Count -

sugarcubes, peaches, pears.

examples:

- Pixie Dust

- Allure Eau de Parfum

- First Base

Trelawny -

doves, rabbits, silk.

examples:

- Ruğa Sablo

- Wet Garden

- Baklava Musk

Tilly -

bullets, baby powder, swamps.

examples:

- 266ts Pontiff’s Harley

- Cashmere Mist Eau de Toilette

- Haxan

Uncle -

manure, horse, cow.

examples:

- D’zing

- L’heure Fougueuse

- Zoologist Cow

again, this is my first post so i’m very sorry about it being bad or isn’t looking right for tumblr. so sorry.

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

So I’ve been tagged a few times but wanted to work on my WIPs some to give myself something more to work with. Let’s see what I can do now…

My words: STORM, MAIL, SELTZER

🔞MATURE CONTENT BELOW MDNI🔞

STORM - via @stervrucht

S

Steve gaped at these two absolutely…kooky children he had inadvertently kidnapped it seemed. Granted, they weren’t the weirdest thing he’d seen in the last handful of years, though seeing as how he was used to a science experiment with super powers who could invade your dreams and interdimensional monsters with flowers full of teeth for faces, he wondered if that was good or bad.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

T

The silence that lingered after his request felt charged, heavy, making Steve’s muscles tense in anticipation of pain, even though he knew that that always made it worse. Kas was not known for being mild mannered. Though Steve had obviously never met Kas before, he had heard the stories. Knew that Kas would be smiling one moment and by the next you were swallowing your own teeth. He earned his nickname.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

O

“Oh,” the girl said, looking oddly dejected.

“Disappointing,” the boy sighed. He was wearing a striped shirt and black long shorts, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Would you consider changing your mind?”

“Pugsley is great at being tortured. I can offer some suggestions if you need,” the girl tacked on.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

R

Robin, the traitor, grinned as she waved to Steve as she climbed into Vickie’s childfree car. Rude. Though not as rude as Dustin dropping into the front seat of his own car and spilling the kettle corn he was trying to dump into his mouth at the same time. “Watch it, Henderson! I thought you were going with Eddie.”

Dustin rolled his eyes as he readjusted the fake parrot on his shoulder for his pirate costume. “Lucas took the front seat, and I’m not a backseat bitch.”

“Jesus, language, Henderson!” Steve snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

M

Munson had changed out of his blood splattered clothing, at least, though he wore more black slacks with a white wifebeater—Steve tried not to think of the significance of that terminology—with pale feet sticking out. Steve did his best not to stare, though his eyes tracked over the various pieces of ink and scarring now on display over Munson’s bare arms and peeking out from under his shirt, though not least of all his bare feet.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

MAIL - via @steviewashere

M

“My, my!” Munson softly exclaimed, his voice rising into something vaguely feminine with a Southern twang, bringing a hand up to rest the tips of his fingers over his chest. “The Steve Harrington knows my name.” Munson fluttered his lashes, knocking into Steve’s shoulder as he leaned in towards him. “Why, I think I’ve caught the vapors!”

untitled spooktober fic (whoops never did finish this on time)

A

“Alpha!” Steve all but shrieked, both hands now curling in Eddie’s hair and this time he did pull Eddie closer, thighs trembling as they’re squeezed against Eddie’s ears keeping him boxed in. Eddie was more than happy to oblige.

“Ruin Me”

I

“I am…merely surprised at seeing you, Daddy,” he replied, the part of him that adapted to survive wondering what sort of role Munson wanted him to play. The experienced whore, was it? Or did he like the skittishness? Should Steve sit on the bed, give him those come-hither eyes with smirking lips and teasing legs? Should he fumble and stutter and bashfully look at Munson through his lashes?

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

L

Looking up through his lashes, Steve tried his best to hide how nervous he was, especially when Munson just stared at him with that blank expression of his. Should he have waited for a more blatant command to suck the guy’s dick?

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

SELTZER - @scoops-aboy86

S

Steve moaned into the sloppy kiss, bent nearly in half with his leg still over Eddie’s shoulder, panting against Eddie’s mouth and shuddering at the taste of himself. Teeth clacked together as Eddie couldn’t quite stop smiling, smearing Steve’s own juices over the other man’s face.

“Ruin Me”

E

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew what pirates got up to, knew what sort of cruelty they could exact on their prisoners, and yet the people in town called him a freak. He’d scoff if he were able to, but as it was, all he could do was hesitate for a brief moment before he reluctantly shuffled towards the bars of his cell and the man holding his life in his hands.

“Stranger Tides: The Pirate King and the Freak” chapter 2

L

“Look at you, darling,” he whispered, nuzzling into the red indent of his teeth. “So fucking pretty. I’m going to fucking ruin you so no alpha can ever make you feel as good as I can. I’m going to make you insatiable for me and me alone.”

“Ruin Me”

T

Two other Wheeler cousins slid in the back seat soon after, younger twins who crammed into the space of one seat and dressed like…Victorian mice? One of whom was holding a magnifying glass and using it to look up the other’s nose. Steve just sighed and made his way back to the driver’s side of the car.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

Z

Zuri dodged the small clip Steve threw at her and stuck her tongue out at him, though she cast a small smile to Mona when the other woman picked up the clip to clasp to one of Zuri’s space buns that she had her tight coils styled into still. Mona returned the smile with one of her own, her fingers lingering slightly before dropping to her side.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” chapter 2

E

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, his princess tiara nearly falling off his head if it weren’t for the thick curls keeping it from falling all the way off. Nancy rolled her eyes fondly and reached out to fix it, making certain her own matching prince crown was likewise settled on her head.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

R

“Right. Okay, how about I just take you two home, hm? And hopefully your parents don’t call the cops on me,” he added in a slight mutter. If he got arrested for kidnapping, the others would never let him live it down.

“Are you sure you don’t want to kidnap us?” the boy, Pugsley, apparently, asked with a small wheedle to his tone.

untitled Stranger Things x The Addams Family crossover

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Okay I think I tagged everyone correctly. I had to change a side character’s name to fit the Z, but it’s fine because it was a name I had been toying with naming the character anyways, so this was just the universe telling me she was always meant to be Zuri 😩

I’m actually almost done with Ruin Me finally….I think. Should be. The smut is being finished being written as we speak (well technically I had to take a break to do this but hey, the knot is popped okay) so I’m hoping to have that finished and posted soon, depending on how much Eddie and Steve want to talk afterwards lmao.

These games really do encourage me to write more on my WIPs and you can tell which ones I’ve been focusing on haha. It’s been fun!

Anyways, I’m not tagging anyone except my hostage hotties to make them read these lolololol. If you see this and want to do a word, your word can be…

GOBLINS

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #27: Monthly Key Word Reading Challenge #3

1st month - Secret, Heaven, True, House, Come, Only, Know, Winter:

A Wonderful Awful Idea by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

With nothing apocalyptic looming on the horizon and hoping to avoid a certain thick-headed commando, it seems like the perfect opportunity when Giles mentions a monster terrorising the good people of Lake Tahoe. What could be more merry than a Christmas trip to the mountains to investigate? The gang is all coming along, defanged vampire in tow. Buffy should totally be able to deal with the demon, ignore Spike and their recent “engagement,” enjoy some resort-town shopping, and be back with Mom on Christmas Eve. Right? What could possibly go wrong? Set in season 4 at the beginning of Doomed.

2nd month - Heir, Night, Bride, Down, Women, Hand, Teach, Guest:

Drive by Holly [NC-17]

Freshly turned and very grumpy about it, Buffy finds herself in a weird place. One where her friends smell like food, her former mortal enemy smells like heaven, and the so-called love of her life has made it clear that killing her is on his to-do list. Throw in some overly zealous army guys and this is not Buffy's idea of a party. So she and Spike decide to hit the road at least long enough to figure out why neither of them can hit anything else. And since they're both single and free, well, Buffy wouldn't say no to a distraction from the never-ending laugh riot that is her life. And Spike can be very, very distracting. Good thing soulless vampires can't fall in love or she might be in trouble.

3rd month - Story, Hunt, Plot, City, You, Cry, Another, Paint:

I Can Get Money by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Spike puts his past to good use to get money for Buffy. However, things become complicated when her ex shows up and targets Spike.

4th month - Darling, Funny, Familiar, Somewhere, List, Meet, Never, Word:

First Alternate by Soulburnt [NC-17]

After ‘Not Fade Away,’ Angel gets the Shanshu. A thrilled Buffy gets her curse-free soulmate. And Spike? He gets his heart shattered again. Gutted and seeing no point in staying in a world without his Slayer, Spike doesn’t hesitate when pursuing a deadly demon through a portal. He finds himself stuck in an alternate reality where he truly died closing the Hellmouth. He also finds another Buffy, one who is devastated that her Spike didn’t believe she loved him. They console each other over their losses… but are they only consolation prizes? Or can two heartbroken people get a second chance for love?

5th month - Library, Dark, Drown, Ex, Iron, Done, Love, Stranger:

If I'm Butter Than He's a Hot Knife by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Buffy meets a man at a bar on Valentine's Day.

6th month - Ink, Fragile, Road, Summer, Breath, Every, Push, Sorry:

Favor by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Spike asks an impossible thing of Buffy––and is stunned when she says yes. Could he really have gone up in her estimation?

7th month - Mine, Again, Honey, Paradise, Still, Club, Train, Legend:

Eucharist by Holly [NC-17]

He had it all. The prophecy and the girl, merrily ever after and all that rot. But life doesn't stop.

8th month - School, Cut, Sky, Fate, Wing, Belong, Justice, Way:

The Time We Had by Dusty [NC-17]

She was there and then gone. All his life long.

9th month - Twice, World, Man, Quiet, Sweet, Hold, Shallow, Invisible:

Pardon My French by Girlytek [R]

In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to let Buffy perform a spell in French. Begins at No Place Like Home.

10th month - Vampire, Here, Mist, Death, One, Missing, Bite, Witch:

Sweet William by cawthraven [PG]

After the fall of Sunnydale, Buffy’s living in Boston and working as a waitress, grateful that here, not everyone knows her name. She’s free for once to be herself—and to grieve.

11th month - Spice, Life, Hello, Keep, Truly, Couple, Joy, Young:

Candy Corn Mischief by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

Spike gets roped into taking Dawn trick-or-treating.

12th month - Snow, Season, Ice, Merry, White, Under, Mistletoe, Inn:

A Christmas Wish by all choseny [PG-13]

On one lonely Christmas Eve, Buffy makes a wish to a stranger and is given a glimpse of what might have been with Spike.

[squidsandthings]

✨Oh look it's an Intro Post :0 ✨

Hihi!! I'm Goose (or Squid). My pronouns are They/He/Xe. Mostly just a squid trying to make their way through college and eventually the world. (18)

Pronouns.Page

I mostly just reblog stuff I think looks interesting or I think is important (such as when I reblogged a picture of a pigeon 80+ times).

I love talking to people so pls feel free to dm me or send me stuff in my askbox!! Mutuals can also feel free to ask for my discord.

Blog title from: Journey of the Featherless by Cloud Cult

Tags

#squid talks actually <- is the tag I use for when I somehow remember this site has a post button and pause my endless reblogging to scream into the void

#squoodles <- Tag for my art ( which is mostly fanart asdfghjk) if you wanna check it out :D

#squid inks <- is my writing tag. It's mostly bad poetry, but it also has uquizzes and any fanfic I post.

#Cooking with Squid <- new tag for potential food related shenanigans

#ask and you shall receive <- asks

Also I made THREE uquizzes so here's the links if you wanna check em out:

Corn Maze Quiz: https://uquiz.com/ILeyNM

Vegetable Quiz: https://uquiz.com/4jK1RJ

Bsd Kin Quiz: https://uquiz.com/MsR96m

Banner is by my beloved mutual: @im-a-chunky-potato

As a treat for reading this entire post here's my cats :DDD

[irotinmyroom]

‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎INTRO POST

my name's dean or toby, whichever one u prefer more!!

i'm a minor but i don't mind adults interacting if ur not creepy!!

i'm bad at communicating with people a lot so if i'm a bit awkward, i'm sorrryyy!!

my pronouns r he/him (but i'm fine with any gender neutral pronouns too) and i'm bi and trans (ftm)!!

this blog is mostly reblogs (with occasional art of my own), and i am multifandom (with 1 main fandom at a time tho)

please let me know if i say something wrong or overstep boundaries!! if i do anything wrong, i wanna improve on it!!

FANDOMS, HOBBIES, MOVIES, TV SHOWS, BOOKS

‏‏‎ ‎ fandoms!!

‏‏‎ top interests rn is pressure (roblox game) and slenderverse!! i also rlly like deadplate, cold front, eloquent countenance, elevator hitch, and bittersweet sentence!! and other fandoms that i like are sally face, cry of fear, five nights at freddys, purpleverse, bendy and the ink ‏‏‎‏‏‏‎‏machine, nso,‏‎ ‏‏‎ddlc, + more !!

‏‏‎ ‎ hobbies / general interests

drawing, writing, reading, baking, photography, collecting soda can ‎‏‏‎tabs, slugs, snails, worms, rats/mice, spirituality, tarot, crystals, psychology, biblical angels, antidepressants

‏‏‎ ‎ movies

the lost boys, american psycho, ghostbusters (1984, 1989, 2021), beetlejuice, death proof, jaws, the outsiders, scream, nightmare on ‎‏‏‎elm street, halloween, children of the corn, saw ii, fnaf, it (1990), ‎‎‏‏‏‏silver bullet, little shop of horrors, spree, family (2018), and fanfic

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inside job, breaking bad, scott pilgrim takes off, bojack horseman, south park, rick and morty, murder drones, young sheldon, kakegurui, supernatural

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dirty heads - aaron dries, fnaf book series (all of them), bendy books ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(all of them), marble hornets comics

‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎MUSIC

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mccafferty, the front bottoms, modern baseball, camping in alaska, marietta unamused dave, plainclothes, summerbruise, inconsistent, yawning, coping, the clippers, ashtray, pavement, foo fighters, sign crushes motorist, alex g, whirr, glare, blue smiley, slowdive, lsd and ‎‏‏‎the search for god, the white stripes, muse, weezer, car seat ‎headrest, title fight, deftones, eyedress, tv girl, arctic monkeys, mindless self indulgence, ayesha erotica, insane ‎‏‏clown posse, lemon demon, jukebox the ghost, will wood (and the ‎‏‏‎tapeworms), tally hall, miracle musical, that handsome devil, the ‎‏‏‎paper chase, the nighty nite, mook, animal collective, the dresden dolls, destroy boys, glass animals, stolen babies, stomach book, my ‎chemical romance, falling in reverse, escape the fate, three days grace, fall out boy, get scared, rob zombie, korn, slipknot, scars on broadway, soad, the 69 eyes, nine inch nails, millionares, brokencyde, ‎pierce the veil, ghost town, 3oh!3, radiohead, the cure, jack off jill, early ‎‏‏p!atd, tyler the creator, the left rights

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[greer-morgan]

What a Valiant Roar (Pt. I) | Self-Para

"He kept us outside. But he kept everyone outside. When he let you in... when the sun shone... it was warm. Yeah. It was really... It was warm in the light." - Shiv Roy

Rain tapped against the window panes in a steady, even rhythm. It had been raining all day— all week— and Greer had grown restless. She was alone in the foyer, throwing herself full speed into cartwheels, too young to know fear or hesitation.

Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Her feet kept a rhythm of their own each time they landed against the wooden floor. Two hands down, a surge of momentum, and then two little feet.

Thump. Thump.

“Greer!” Redford Morgan’s voice thundered from the doorway of his office.

Crash.

Greer, destabilized by being startled, fell sideways into a table which sent a vase catapulting to the floor in a mess of water and jagged ceramic. Redford stormed down the hallway to take in the sight of his daughter crumpled on the floor. Greer didn’t move. Although unhurt, she remained completely frozen in place. She held her breath tightly in her lungs, preparing for her father’s anger over the noise and the mess she’d made.

“What the fuck are you doin’ out here?” He bellowed, standing over Greer.

“Flips,” she explained, a truth without elaboration.

“Inside my house? Greer Mae, what would—” He exhaled through his nose, and much to Greer’s surprise, Redford’s anger deflated with the breath. She’d expected to be yanked upward, but instead, he reached down and lifted her up gently before settling her in his arms to step over the shrapnel of the broken vase.

“Why are you doin’ cartwheels in the house when you know I’m in there workin’?”

“‘Cause it’s rainin’,” she pouted. “Cal’s outside. I’m stuck in here, an’ mommy says I don’t get to go with him.”

“That’s cause Cal doesn’t come back with a rat’s nest in his hair that he won’t let anyone brush out. It’s what you get for throwin’ a fit about it. ‘Sides, why would you wanna ruin that beautiful dress’a yours in the rain? It’s brand new, and it cost me a pretty penny.”

Greer shrugged, having no real care for any of that.

“Where’s Leighton?”

“In the kitchen with mommy and Teeny.”

“And you don’t wanna help? You know your mama needs all hands on deck before your new brother or sister comes along.”

Greer shook her head. “Leighton said I was a bad stirrer, and I hate cookin’ anyway. It’s borin’.”

Redford laughed, setting Greer down again on the floor of his office— a place Greer had been allowed in only a handful of times in her five years of life. “You’re gonna have to make your peace with that eventually, princess. Someday, you’re gonna have a husband and little ones of your own, and they’re gonna wanna eat from time to time.”

“Ew, gross, daddy,” her nose scrunched. 

“What’s gross?”

“Boys… and babies too,” she decided easily.

“Good. I’m gonna hold you to that for ‘least the next thirty years,” he chuckled.

Out of her father’s grasp, Greer padded across the large rug that took up most of the floor of Redford’s office, hoisting herself into his large, leather desk chair.

“What’re you workin’ about?” She wondered out loud, her eyes wandering over piles of papers she couldn’t read yet.

“Lookin’ over corn crop yield for a plant that mills animal feed. They’ve been hurtin’ for supply the past few years. Probably ain’t even worth keepin’ ‘em open into next season.”

Greer stared back, her expression dampened by confusion.

“Ain’t anythin’ you need to worry your pretty little head about,” Redford assured her. “Jus’ lots of men talkin’ big numbers.”

Greer nodded, picking up a self-inking stamp, but it was plucked from her hand before she had the chance to press it down on something. 

Redford glanced at the clock before scooping Greer out of the chair. “Alright, time for you to get outta here,” he decided, needing the little girl to keep her hands off the contents of his desk. “I got an hour before my meetin' with Captain Reynolds, a lotta work to do before then, and now, I got a vase to sweep up in the hall.”

He offered Greer a stern look, only to receive wide, blinking eyes in return.

“Go play, but be quiet about it now, Greer. You break somethin’ in my house again, and you won’t get out of a spankin’ this time. Got it?”

“Yessir,” she agreed, closing the office door behind her as she left.

***

“You’re a fuckin’ traitor,” Greer snuffed a hand-rolled cigarette out against a roof shingle to her right and let the butt roll into the gutter by her feet. She wrapped herself tighter in her sweater to keep out the chill of winter, squinting against the low, late-afternoon sun. “Can’t believe they’re lettin’ you go out tonight.”

“It’s not my fault you got caught makin’ out with the Lapp’s farmhand, and dad can’t let it go,” Callahan shrugged. 

“It’s my birthday party,” Greer argued. “I feel like I’m the one who should get a pass on havin’ to be nice to dad’s shitty friends.”

“It’s a dinner,” he countered.

“For my birthday.”

“Sure, if that’s what you wanna tell yourself,” Cal answered, carefully inching down the roof until he was low enough to hang over the porch and climb down. “Have fun,” he called over his shoulder.

Greer offered him a parting middle finger before she climbed back inside through the window, shutting it behind her.

“Why’s it so damn cold up here?” Redford asked as he rounded the corner from the top of the staircase, eyeing Greer’s hands where they were still hovering over the window’s locks.

Greer shrugged, giving him a vocalized non-answer. She was annoyed about the evening that stretched on in front of her as a whole, but now there was the extra annoyance of having just lost one of her better hiding spots.

“Drop the attitude, Greer,” Redford warned. “I’m not doin’ this with you tonight.”

“I didn’t even say anythin’!”

“S’all over your face. Rollin’ your eyes at me wasn’t cute when you were little, and it sure ain’t cute now that you’re fifteen.”

“I don’t wanna do this stupid dinner. S’bullshit. I—” Greer started to argue, but Redford cut her off, “You’re gonna fix your face, and then, you’re gonna go wash up for dinner. I won’t have you downstairs smellin’ like smoke out of a cheap bar. Not after half this town already thinks you let some backwoods farmhand get what he wanted from you in a dirty barn.” 

“That ain’t anythin’ like what happened!” She shouted, exasperated over the fighting in circles they’d done for months now. The last few years, really, though it had morphed through various perceived indiscretions. 

“It doesn’t matter, Greer. It’s what people think of you, and what people think of you affects us more than anythin’ you have to say about it— truth or not. You’re gonna be spendin’ a long time fixin’ this mess you made for yourself.”

“I already said I was sorry about it. Why does it matter if I go kissin’ the asses of a bunch’a self-important creeps who are all way too old to be spendin’ their time imaginin’ who I might let—” 

“Watch yourself, young lady,” Redford warned sharply, taking a step closer so he could stand over Greer. “Now, you’ve got a half hour to put yourself together and get yourself seated at my dinin’ room table. You’re gonna smile, and you’re gonna be polite, and you’re not gonna embarrass us tonight by causin’ a scene. Yes, sir?”

“I—” she tried to counter.

“Yes, sir?” And they both understood that it was not a question, but a demand.

A sound of annoyance rumbled from the back of Greer's throat. “This is so damn—”

The back of Redford’s hand collided against Greer’s cheek with a crack. They both stood frozen for a long moment before it was Greer who finally made the first move. She straightened her spine, squaring her shoulders, as her eyes met her father’s unflinchingly. Scarlet bloomed over her stinging cheek like a stain, but Greer fought hard not to acknowledge the pain. She wouldn’t let him have that. 

“Yes, sir,” she told him, her tone dry and unwavering, as she turned and walked away.

***

Greer stood abruptly at the sound of the opening door, tucking her shaking hands neatly behind her back. Her father entered wearing a stilted smile as his eyes darted between Greer and the peacekeeper who’d been tasked with taking her back to a stark little holding room. She’d been in the lobby of the Justice Building a few times but never back in any of the rooms. They were unbearably cold, she’d realized as she’d sat alone waiting to say her goodbyes.

Redford’s head dipped toward the door wordlessly, and the peacekeeper shuffled out of the room to give the two of them a little privacy— a favor she knew no one else would’ve been afforded.

“My girl,” Redford cupped Greer’s face in his palm, pulling her close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to her head. His grip was too tight, like his hands alone were allowed to hold the fear and the sadness he wouldn’t show on his face. 

“Greer Morgan: the Victor. It has a real nice ring to it, huh?” He asked with an artificially bolstered confidence. Redford both expected and received no answer. Instead, Greer bit down hard against the quiver of her bottom lip.

“I want you to remember to smile when you get to the Capitol, okay? People’ll be watchin’ you out there, and you’ve got such a pretty smile. They’ll be fallin’ over themselves to sponsor you in no time at all. And those sponsors ain’t used to havin’ tributes like you from Ten. You jus’... you show ‘em how sweet you can be, be polite to ‘em. Show ‘em you’re smart, but don’t get smart with ‘em. Mind your tongue, alright?”

Sweet, polite, composed and even-keeled enough to be smart without being contradictory: Greer wondered if she’d truly ever been most, or any, of those things. 

“You’re jus’ gonna blow ‘em away, Greer.” Redford pulled back slightly, but his hands remained against the slope of Greer’s cheeks. It was like he was studying her, knowing it was probably the last time he’d ever see his daughter alive and memorizing her features the best that he could.  

The peacekeeper re-entered the room to tell them, “It’s time to get her on the train, Mr. Mayor.”

“Right, okay,” he agreed, dropping his hands to her arms for a final squeeze before releasing his daughter and moving toward the door. But Redford paused at the threshold of the room to add one more thing. It wasn’t quite a goodbye, not exactly a declaration of love, but something arguably much more important to Redford Morgan. “No matter what happens out there, you’re gonna make us so proud, princess. Y’know that?”

Maybe it should have upset her, but in that moment, it was oddly comforting to think that, despite spending the majority of the last several years in one ongoing screaming match with her parents, in the likely event of her death they’d collectively agree to remember her as better than she was.

“Yes, sir.” Greer managed softly.

[gaybd1]

A scar’s width of warmth on a worn man’s neck.

That’s all I wanted to be.

Sometimes I ask for too much just to feel my mouth overflow.

Discovery: My longest pubic hair is 1.2 inches.

Good or bad?

7:18 a.m. Kevin overdosed last night. His sister left a message.

Couldn’t listen to all of it. That makes three this year.

I promise to stop soon.

Spilled orange juice all over the table this morning. Sudden sunlight I couldn’t wipe away.

All through the night my hands were daylight.

Woke at 1 a.m and, for no reason, ran through Duffy’s cornfield.

Boxers only.

Corn was dry. I sounded like a fire,

for no reason.

Grandma said In the war they would grab a baby, a soldier at each ankle, and pull . . . Just like that.

It’s finally spring! Daffodils everywhere.

Just like that.

There are over 13,000 unidentified body parts from the World Trade Center being stored in an underground repository in New York City.

Good or bad?

Shouldn’t heaven be superheavy by now?

Maybe the rain is ‘sweet’ because it falls

through so much of the world.

Even sweetness can scratch the throat, so stir sugar well. - Grandma

4:37 a.m. How come depression makes me feel more alive?

Life is funny.

Note to self: If a guy tells you his favorite poet is Jack Kerouac,

there’s a very good chance he’s a douchebag.

Note to self: If Orpheus were a woman I wouldn’t be stuck down here.

Why do all my books leave me empty-handed?

In Vietnamese, the word for grenade is ‘bom’, from the French ‘pomme’, meaning ‘apple’.

Or was it American for ‘bomb’?

Woke up screaming with no sound. The room was filling with a bluish water called dawn. Went to kiss grandma on the forehead

just in case.

An American soldier fucked a Vietnamese farmgirl. Thus my mother exists. Thus I exist. Thus no bombs = no family = no me.

Yikes.

9:47 a.m. Jerked off four times already. My arm kills.

Eggplant = cà pháo = ‘grenade tomato’. Thus nourishment

defined by extinction.

I met a man tonight. A high school English teacher

from the next town. A small town. Maybe

I shouldn’t have, but he had the hands

of someone I used to know. Someone I was used to.

The way they formed brief churches

over the table as he searched for the right words.

I met a man, not you. In his room the Bibles shook on the shelf from candlelight. His scrotum is a bruised fruit. I kissed it

lightly, the way one might kiss a grenade

before hurling it into the night’s mouth.

Maybe the tongue is also a key.

Yikes.

I could eat you he said, brushing my cheek with his knuckles.

I think I love my mom very much.

Some grenades explode with a vision of white flowers.

Baby’s breath blooming in a darkened sky, across

my chest.

Maybe the tongue is also a pin.

I’m gonna lose it when Whitney Houston dies.

I met a man. I promise to stop.

A pillaged village is a fine example of a perfect rhyme. He said that.

He was white. Or maybe, I was just beside myself, next to him.

Either way, I forgot his name by heart.

I wonder what it feels like to move at the speed of thirst - if it’s fast like lying on the kitchen floor with the lights off.

(Kristopher)

6.24 a.m. Greyhound station. One-way ticket to New York City: $36.75

6:57 a.m. I love you, mom.

When the prison guards burned his manuscripts, Nguyên Chí Thięn couldn’t stop laughing - the 238 poems already inside him.

I dreamed I walked barefoot all the way to your house in the snow. Everything was the blue of smudged ink

and you were still alive. There was even a light the shade of sunrise inside your window.

God must be a season, grandma said, looking out at the blizzard drowning her garden.

My footsteps on the sidewalk were the smallest flights.

Dear god, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here.

Here. That’s all I wanted to be.

I promise.

- Notebook Fragments, Ocean Vuong

[whats-mordecais-opinion-on]

omfg im not the only one- nothing brings me as much joy as thinking about things that would make him absolutely lose his marbles (good or bad)

here are some:

Boba Tea

Modern Rollercoasters

The existence of the Kindle

Corn dogs -> also bread bowls

Modern Cars

Wheelies, light up shoes, etc

Food trucks

Any modern movies but Cats specifically

Those pens with a fluffy lil fucking thing at the end of it that goes boing boing when you write with it

Erasable ink -> also those erasers the size of your head

Kraft Dinner

All those really cool trippy pictures we have of space and the planets

I'm glad I'm not the only one amused by this. As for your suggestions:

Boba Tea - Weird texture. Often too sweet. No.

Modern Rollercoasters - Convinced he's going to die, and frankly there are a lot of other deaths he'd prefer to this.

The existence of the Kindle - convenient but misses the feeling of actual pages

Corn dogs -> also bread bowls - corn dogs? Wants nothing to do with them. Much too greasy. Bread bowls? More reasonable than corn dogs, but why would anyone want to have a soggy piece of bread for a bowl when a normal bowl would do fine?

Modern Cars - I think he'd rather appreciate the innovations of modern cars. That being said, please don't show him modern gas prices.

Wheelies, light up shoes, etc - Accidents waiting to happen and frivolous, gaudy excuses for fashion. But just wait till he hears about the uhhh.... joots? jlip-jlops?

Food trucks - what's the opposite of an ambulance? Wants to be at least a mile away from them at any given time.

Any modern movies but Cats specifically - Much too loud, much too frivolous, not particularly interesting, but Cats 2019 feels tailor made to piss him off.

Those pens with a fluffy lil fucking thing at the end of it that goes boing boing when you write with it - He's just confused. Who made this and why.

Erasable ink -> also those erasers the size of your head - Erasable ink is very convenient. The erasers the size of your head are not.

Kraft Dinner - why is the cheese powder??? Concerning.

All those really cool trippy pictures we have of space and the planets - Fascinating but also a bit dizzying and incomprehensible. Doesn't care much for the pictures themselves, but all of the math and other general knowledge needed to understand just how incredible pictures like that are is where he's really interested.

[livingecho-arch]

3-5 Things Survey    

The rules are simple: for each of the below items, fill in three to five things that your character might be identified by. After that, repost and tag away!

tagged  by from: @gentlejack​ thank you darling <3

tagging: @bransles , @magioffire , @lunarscaled , @wolfvirago , —- & you !

Emotions/Feelings:  narcissistic rage , pride , parental love , protecting others , sharing is caring & i have a lot to give .

Greetings: no greeting just jumping into a conversation, a quick wave while passing by ,

Colors: inky black , royal purple , dull blues / deep blues like the sea , human blood red .

Scents: the ocean , the smell after it rains , pepper corns , disinfectant / chemicals , ink , powder , roses when wearing perfume .

Clothing: corsets / stays , stockings , trench coats , gloves , red belts .

Objects: scissors , broken mirrors , wine glasses , circler glasses , heeled shoes .

Vices and Bad Habits: drinking too much , smoking on occasion , lying even when it doesn’t matter ,

Good habits:  always in bed on time , drinking water ( with fruit in it ) , proper hygiene no matter what , opting to walk places for exercise .

Body Language: straight posture , playing with hair when nervous , learning forward when interested , pinned ears , crossed legs , t-rex arms w/ flared out hands ? walking with head held high & slight pep in step .

Aesthetic: dark academia , dark coquette , #girlboss , romantic goth , lovecraftian (?) , victorian , industrial revolution , old manors that seem forgotten even by time itself , the wind blowing on the sea calling you forward , low fog in the early morning .

[nathank77]

6/3/24

11:24 p.m

I just ate a chicken sandwich. It was so good. I want to go get a chicken tomorrow but I'll wait until Wednesday cause I got my testosterone shot and therapy at 7 p.m. I'll be losing a lot of hardcore nuketown time Wednesday no matter what.

Whereas tomorrow I have virtually nothing to do but play nuketown. I'm just going to look forward to veggies burgers and vegan bacon cause it's bomb af. I really love how the vegan bacon compliments the cheese and all the veggies in the burger.

Beyond that i realize my last cheat day was the 13th of May. I'm totally alloted a cheat day every like 2-3 weeks. Technically based off of online results once a week is okay but I'm super serious about my diet. I've never dieted until now and I'm astounded at how well it works having a caloric deficiency. I can't wait until I can see how skinny I get and how muscular I get once I join the gym.

Imma have Simulate nugs and smiley fries tomorrow or wednesday. I may need to get smiley fries after this next Cheat day. I also am going to cheat a little further and eat some corn nuts. My mother bought them for me post diet and I don't want them to go bad. I have thrown out a lot of food. A lot. A lot.

But I basically eat what I buy now, I'm talking older food cause my diet is very planned. I may enjoy some chocolate on my Cheat day. My mom got me a valentine day heart chocolate thing. Idk I got to look at expirations dates. I'd like to not throw everything out that isn't on my diet. I may do chocolate and the smiley fries. And do corn nuts on my next Cheat day.

All I know is I'm fucking excited for smiley fries. It's funny though that when you start dieting, yea you want to Cheat and then you do.. and it's like this food makes me feel gross.... like last time I had smiley fries I got some acid reflux. I haven't had that in ages. So as much as I look forward to it, I actually really like the food I'm eating and find it to be tasty.

I do miss chocolate, French fries and cheese burgers. I do know if I went to Wendy's I'd enjoy it but I'd feel like shit after. Even if I made my own cheese burgers. When I eventually cheat and get a cheese burger I'm getting a fucking baconator. The very best.

Anyways, I'm about to brush my teeth and keep watching ink master. I just tried my new white mulberries cause of the return policy of a month. I can't return the others, not that I would. They seem to be fine but they don't taste as good.

Also as for bloodwork, wondering if I'm hyper or hypo or normal. I'm pooping normal. I'd say my tempature is normal, I didn't sweat today in sweat pants and a t shirt when I went to cvs. I would have if I was hyper.. I mean I'm hungry every 4-6 hours. That seems very normal to me.

When I was Hypo I fell asleep a lot easier. I wouldn't say I'm sleeping better. It was the only good thing about being hypo... and I haven't noticed it.

My heart rate is very normal when I check it too. So as for right now I'm prob doing my bloodwork on the 14th. Nothing I'm experiencing is pointing toward hyper or hypo. So that's cool. Although I'd like to go into remission...

My hallucination as I sit here is like chanting happy birthday and i have a birthday present.. it's really fucking driving me up a wall.. it sounds off. Sorta in a good way. I took my white mulberries almost a hour ago.. maybe it's changing it? Idk. All I know is I got to drown this annoying POS that makes me wants to kill myself everyday out before I do end my life.

I'm still worried about xanax... and I'm hoping Maybe one day this hallucination stops... still waiting on Kristen....

[bravopotato]

Sans Aus in Mlp ideas (Inspired by @/Smokin Corn from Twitter and Tik Tok but I only saw the Ink sans pony ((I only remember him, more accurately, bc I thought he looked funky)) and I don't plan on talking about the design they made for him)

I felt like it bc I just thought these up so uh yippeee

I feel like Ink would be a past Guardian of Creativity b4 the uhhh idfk gods were like oh shit we don't need u fam so they made him not god but he's still immortal? Idk. But I imagine he changes his hair everyday because creativity and I feel like he'd have something like the Pinkie sense where he can kinda tell the future. But instead of just dodging shit or whatever he just gets glimpses of the future (Like, something interesting and usually bad) and he paints it. So yea. Oh also he's kinda set away from Equestrian since he's a bit of a nuisance (He'd absolutely cause issues because of boredom and you know it) but also a little closer because.. Who would not want to make sure to evade bad shit?? Or to expect it? idk. But he's like a dementia patient to them except they don't give him care and he repeatedly tells people secrets he only remembers for a few seconds

Dream was Guardian of Positivity but then no one needed that so he was de-godded and still immortal so to handle it he just kinda walks around in like a yellow cloak and helps around because he can't comprehend living for anything else <3

Nightmare got stonned and then de-godded after lmao. The other bad guys joined (Excluding Error and Cross because fuck you)

Cross is just kinda there, living life. With a ghost. His mane is very sleek. Like. He brushes it so much it's very obvious it's a nervous action. He's constantly worried about SOMETHING

Blue is just the glue that makes sure no one kills eachother (Ink). He's sillay and Info dumps about history to anyone who'll listen

Error just kinda hides away and has tantrums because he has no reason to destroy anymore and now if he destroys he has no excuse and his ass WILL be kicked.

[ukdamo]

Puerto Rico

Victor Hernández Cruz Born on a turf a medieval remnant Owned by the United States it was almost water So minute the earthen formation, barely rock, a swift of natura intention geologic lift forgot the mud load as the rising slow, eruption popped peep there it is piedra Caribe, world mapmakers save on the ink, what minuscule elaboration bays, lakes, hidden caves landscape, chains of mountains opening blue neck of sky mounted glued alongside other Hispano-Caribbean isles Santo Domingo/embracing Haiti Cuba bird snake long. Spanish-African movement. the Federation which Betances the doctor clambered for the Hispania Antilles, intellectual political Independence. Some letter bestowing Puerto Rico sovereignty from the Spanish Crown the United States no desire to open that envelope. Betances visionary mestizo Paris his doctors’ foot.

The epoch of gold when on the island with my son we made home, in the neighborhood of the tobacconists Aguas Buenas on a street called Antorcha a socialist flame of the independentistas workers barrio of chichales. My family there Generations. The mornings waking my son for school, watching him become a man, awakening sense to life, his first girl kisses that pretty brown girl primer girlfriend I spotted them once wrapped round each other, like two bacalaito fritters tangled, later my mother cooked Red beans and plantain tostones along with yellow rice sparked with corn, The island was this sofrito flavor for me, bolero music of my mother she grew sadness with the lyrics wondering of all the lost loves, memories illusions making efforts to materialize, see them almost like bridges hanging out from her eyes. Days were found her in tears lonely in her room Fragrance of Florida water circulating blue colcha, picture of her mother and father above bed, nothing was ever coming, the only future was the end.

The Caribbean is everywhere lost within us, trapped in kitsch glorious rooms of plasticity jails, so much grime ‘’tween the beauty contra-la-danza, René Marqués our writer Belched out “Condenao mar, tanta agua Y no limpia nah”

Through the bullets flying now in panoramic tropical scenarios, Mother kept singing, as esperanza, gently vibrato hope like a white Garza landing upon a cadaver.

Humming songsforever soothing. convinced she would meet everyone she knew in heaven again. Singing boleros café con leche, Pastelillos de Guayaba.

To the bad times, give a happy face, place a red amapola in your black dark hair. Revive the mummies, the dead, burst the bodies out of the coffins let’s all walk to the plaza this final time paint with silver starlight the ancient songs in night sky, Rain Again What never commenced Comes to a finale.

[star2sworld]

Hiii 9/10/23

hi, I’m going to recap today :)

- my day started off bad.. last night I catched up with my cousin after 2 weeks and I told her about my hyper sexual issue and the fact I’m talking to very old guys and sending nudes and FaceTiming guys at the age of 16. She told me how her life has gotten a lot better and even has her first boyfriend now who loves her very much. I guess I was jealous. I envy her. Or envied her. So, I was upset. I am very happy for her but I was sad because I felt unlovable I’m never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. I haven’t had any talking stages either it makes me feel as if I’m unlovable and there is no one out there for me. I was listening to rap songs as this happened so I didn’t feel or care as much and I got over it quickly and realized there’s 7billion people in the world just because she has a boyfriend doesn’t mean I won’t get one!! Everyone’s path is different. I’m sure he will come once it’s time. I also blocked the 32year old guy I was talking to yesterday thanks to my online friend. It took a lot of courage but I blocked all the guys I sent to :) afterwards I went to sleep.

- today I woke up feeling extremely exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe it’s because I start my period at the end of this week? Or maybe todays is just one of those days. I ended up eating chips & watching the ultimatum for about 2 hours. Then I hated on my body because of my scars for about an hour. Afterwards I finally got up and took a shower. I did my after shower routine and I felt good. I smelled nice and I was CLEAN my hair was soft and clean. I went to sams club with my family besides my sister because she decided to stay home. I had created a list of things to do today before I took a shower so I wanted the shopping run to be quick. We got food and there was a slight problem at the end but it was solved. We went to Taco Bell after and I saw the guy I use to think was cute working there ( I’m shocked ) …. we came home and my brother and I put everything away. I thought I was going to get some of my work done but then my entire family went to my mama(uncle) house. He lives 35 minutes away … before we left I decided to delete social media for good. For at least a few months until I feel better about myself. My goals is 3 months to get my life together. I want to love myself and I feel like social media distracts me too much. Once we got there we ate some mango & grapes and I toured the house.

- We came home and i immediately went to go find my cat Angel :) after playing with her I got to cleaning. I vacuumed everywhere and wiped the floor. I picked my outfit for tomorrow and I think it’s so cute. I’m wearing a tube top and as I was searching for my patch one of my drawers got stuck. My sister gave me her patch and I pulled the drawer out & I found 145$!! I am shocked lol wtf!! I’m very happy and grateful I found my money though. I put my supplies back and put a blanket up on my door that connects to the kitchen for more privacy. I cleaned angles litter box, made my bed, too I picked up all the trash in my room, threw my trash outside, and put all my clothes on the floor away. My sister waxed my armpits & then I ate some corn that was cooked in the grill with my family. After I finished eating I did my algebra 2 homework it was quite confusing but after a bit of research I kind of got it. I made my grwm to sleep as I debrief tiktok video & then I brushed/flossed. My brother came in with snacks that we got from the store today. I went to the kitchen and divided the other snacks and my cat also came inside my room. I changed her water & gave her food. Now she’s sitting on my window seal as I’m writing this. I am currently under my blanket & am listening to music ( show me by kid Ink) on my Bluetooth speaker. Life feels good.

- I am very proud of myself for deleting Snapchat. When I was in my sending addiction for validation from men I made quite some genuine ( I hope ? ) friends. I wanted to continue talking to them even tho I knew they were holding my back from 100% focusing on myself. But, today I deleted it! Hopefully in 3months I don’t see myself blocked by them. I told them beforehand that I’m deleting snap and I’ll talk to them in a few months. Now im going to focus on myself 100%. Tomorrow I want to wake up early and put eyelashes on, put fake tattoos on & even do this day of the week outfit video. It’s now 11:41pm. I am quite tired. School also feels less stressful now that I’m not focused on making friends or being anxious about what people think about me. I remind myself I’m only there to get education and that once I’m out of school, I feel so much better. :).

My cat is starting to meow so I’m going to pet her until she sleeps and I’m going to sleep as well! I’m planning to wake up at 5:00 tomorrow to be make sure I have enough time for school. Goodnight ;) I feel happy right now.