#or Thursday

[crabsnpersimmons]

psst!

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something is coming friday

>:)

[guiltyasdave]

wip thursday!

thank you for the tag @evolnoomym @alltheirdamn 🫶🏻

it’s been a rough 24 hours and i don’t know what to say, except you are so loved and so wanted here and i’m holding you all so tightly. also, i’ve been offering people to come stay with me but in a weird turn of events the german government basically fell apart last night as well, so if anyone wants to relocate to idk, new zealand or somewhere together, hit me up 🫠

…anyway, here’s what i’ve been working on:

we have a childhood friends with dave fic that’s breaking my heart every time i think about it—

…and another installment of logan and his kitten girl, only that now we’re adding a mouse girl to the mix as well 😅 it’s an idea that @sizzlingcloudmentality and i cooked up and idk if anyone else will even get it lol, but here’s a snippet—

npt: @sizzlingcloudmentality @moonlitbirdie @sceletaflores @mrsmando @jolapeno @goodwithcheese @schnarfer @javier-pena <3

[fallevs]

I wasn't tagged for this Wednesday (which of course is now Thursday, lmao) but I'd like to share something anyway!

escort!au (now that I'm getting into the meat of the story I finally have more ideas; I've been struggling to get this far)

Blaine sighs, sinking into his chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a large, steaming glass of Styrofoam settle in front of his nose. "I don't understand you," his friend says, sipping her own drink. "You're always complaining that we don't cash in, and then you end up giving everyone credit."

Blaine looks down at her, slightly bored. "You're right, but what can I do? It's part of the great contradictions of humankind. Take you, for example," he then says, getting up again and standing in front of her. "To run this place, I wouldn't need someone like you, who only thinks about–"

A wry smirk appears on her face. "Someone like me..." she murmurs. More to herself than to her best friend.

"–yet, I still keep you. How do you explain that, Q?" he asks. His eyebrows are shot upward, giving him an annoyingly sarcastic look.

Quinn doesn't answer. She looks thoughtful. She sips some more of her coffee, black and bitter as she says her life is, and adjusts the worn cap on her head. She clears her throat. "I can't explain it either," she says, in the end.

OMG!!! BLAINE HAS APPEARED!!! And he has a rather peculiar friendship... you'll see why

Tagging @annepi-blog @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @burkleswinifred @bitbybitwrites @nicoise @esilher @kurtsascot and everyone who wants to share something <3

[psychicwound]

i need 2 clean my room really bad

[goob1enerd11]

sometimes I wonder why god chose that one little sperm to win the race who eventually grew up into a mentally ill child who's not faithful and religious enough, filled with sins and buries itself with doubts and insults of itself

[rosemarytrash]

Oh wait are ur commissions open?👀👀

for all intents and purposes yes !! official post coming within next few days. but you’re welcome to msg me on discord: danny!#1987 or via email: rosemarytrash.comms@gmail.com for more info/to discuss details !

[makerscockandballs]

averting my eyes from tumblr telling me to update, just so i can pretend ttumblr live does not exist for a few more days.....

[percabeth4life]

Feeling so productive rn, if I didn't have to be up in like 5 hours I would 100% write some fanfic. Might write a bit tomorrow afternoon if I have time

[itskaeee]

the excitement and adrenaline is what keeps me going today (also caffeine)

[bartholomewfarquaad]

sometimes life feels completely meaningless and like the world's gonna end but really it's just 3pm on a wednesday

[kvothes]

so true

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[fallevs]

Hi! Wow, even a change of scene! Of course the time I lose to make this crap I could spend on continuing my wip lmao but– it looked cute and I was bored with the old banner

I'm back after two weeks (or three?) with no less than two wips! Yes because there is the "lighter and funnier" story for normal days and the more melancholy one for days with strange vibes. I'm not quite on track with either of them, but every now and then I manage to add a few little words and try to be satisfied with that.

escort!au (the title should be a new found grace but I'm not sure yet)

A door. Battered, bare, and rickety, divides the terrace from the inside. Outside, on either side, a washing machine that has surely seen better days, garbage buckets, a small ruined wooden garden table with two chairs, one of which has a broken leg. In the center of the table is, almost ironically, a blue vase with beautiful white flowers. Cute and delicate detail that, however, annoyingly clashes with the indefinable and unmentionable outdoor furniture.

"This is a joke, right?" he asks petrified, looking around. He hears Sue clicks her tongue and chuckle. "What did you expect, little prince? A mansion like the one you crawled out of? Close one eye and pretend you like it. This is what you can afford. For payment, we'll settle up later," Sue sentences, turning on her heel and walking back toward the terrace exit. "Whatever problems you have, don't call me."

Kurt is stunned, shocked, and quite upset. Normally he would stage a fairly heated argument with someone like Sue and her mannerisms. But this time, he doesn't. This time, he remains silent.

#2 (I thought the title might be celeste nostalgia, but, again, I'm not sure yet)

That city was not like any other he was used to. That city was his point of arrival. His conquest. Years spent studying it, admiring it from afar, longing for it; finally, there it was. Under his eyes. And before long, under his feet. From there, he could see the river running through it, the monuments that filled it and made it different from any other place he had ever seen; any other place he would ever see. He was sure of it. Rome. The Eternal City. The city of the Seven Hills. For a long time, he had even dreamed of it. And to feed his thirst for curiosity even more, he had read in a book about the meaning of dreams, that dreaming of visiting Rome indicated that the best thing to do is to devote oneself to oneself. He had read about how it symbolized a big step forward; made to feel better. "You and only you know what goes on inside you and what you want to do in life," he found himself reciting in a low voice, smiling wistfully and thoughtfully as he continued to admire the spectacle below.

Thank you Gen, @kurtsascot, for the tag ✨️

Even though it's Thursday, let's see if anyone wants to participate, like @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @annepi-blog @bitbybitwrites @nicoise (<- I'd love to know more about this klaine brainrot!!! If you want, of course <3) and EVERYONE who wants to!!!

[possamble]

oh they super understood the assignment this time holy shit

[luminies]

i only go back to work on wednesday💞💞