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[lazycranberrydoodles]

studies ooo

[saint-nevermore]

bit worried about cash this week since i dont get paid anything substantial until mid December, anything helps! on top of needing to get amenities my phone bill for this month is now overdue and it would dting to pay two months worth at once. my pypl and kofi are @ saintnevermore as usual. thankx in advance

[mxrtified777]

SKETCHES? SKETCHES

[randomslinky-is-jailed]

WE'RE SO CLOSE I FEEL IT IN ME NUTS

you’re behind the times. dudedudedudedude

[ikeepgettingsh0t]

this part still fucking kills me btw

[weebsinstash]

It's raining and my socks are soaking wet in my shoes, but I did it! I'll be watching the election results with all of you with baited breath!

[sunshineintomyveins]

HELLO HELLO VETTEL BACK FOR LE MANS DRIVING W PORSCHE CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[terryboot]

Mat bayton doing taskmaster!!!! Dreams really do come true

[dsnzfb]

Lavender In Bloom

It's been, like, forever since I've written anything, but I've been In The Mood recently and churned this out.

OC writing, they belong to both my friend and I, but they don't mind that I'm using him for this.

M/M allergies snzfic, mutual pining and other idiocies, aka, I'm shaking them both and pushing them together for being stupid.

WARNING THIS IS A SNEEZE FIC!!! DO NOT INTERACT IF UR NOT THIS WAY INCLINED!!!

Also Rose is a snzfucker. Cactus is allergic. Yes they're both named after plants.

Words: bout 8k or so, apparently (edit: I read the character count as a word count lmao it is NOT that long)

It was 7:58 in the morning, a perfectly fine time to be awake, according to Rose, the florist who was just about to open up for the day. He brushed off jokes about such a 'girly' name, or how fitting it was for owning a flower shop with a smile and a laugh. He'd heard them hundreds of times by now, but he didn't mind. Not really.

Just like he didn't mind the half asleep grumbles from his favourite barista when he picked up a coffee before work. Poor thing clearly wasn't a morning person, yet he was regularly there, making the commute to work more bearable for countless people. The man had gotten used to Rose's presence, able to predict when he'd arrive, and gently chide him when he was a few minutes late. Today was not one of those days, thank goodness, the Brit thought, with a smile on his face and a coffee in his hand.

The reason for his particularly chipper demeanour today was down to the new stock he'd gotten in. He was always happy when his shop was fully restocked, it smelled amazing and looked just as good. To go with it were some hand embroidered handkerchiefs, they always went well with wedding bouquets, or even to just have around. They were all sat in nice piles beside the flowers they represented, like the lavender he'd just replenished, or the daffodils which were just coming into season.

Rose wondered if life would ever get better than this.

He opened the shop.

The day was going relatively well by the time that a familiar face entered the store at around noon, looking around like a lost animal. The barista from the coffee shop, what was his name? Rose had heard the others call him 'Cac', so he assumed that was it for now. For as many times as he'd been served by him, he never got his name. Never looked at the badge, really. He was too busy looking at his face, cute and chubby with jagged vitiligo marks down his cheeks, pink eyes framed with half-moon glasses, all topped off with platinum blond, slicked back hair.

Rose briefly wondered what it would look like without the gel, heart skipping a beat.

"Hello, welcome!" He called out his usual greeting, observing the man. Now he was actually inside, he looked almost... Distracted. His pretty pink eyes widened as he spotted... Something? And panic seemed to set in. The barista's chest started to heave, his eyes fluttering.

Was he okay? Did he need a doctor? Oh, please don't throw up in a plant pot...

He seemed to hurriedly grab something from the table he was stood by, unable to really see what he was doing as his eyes refused to stay open any longer. Wait, was that a handkerchief? Was he going to-

"Hh-hha-HHAAEETSHOOoh!! HhraASSHHHIEW-! AAHhtT-TTt-!!" His breath shuddered, "-TtsHHHOOOOo!!!"

Oh.

Rose was quiet for a moment, his heart fluttering. The cute barista came in and just had a sneezing fit?? Was he dreaming? Did he take a midday nap by accident?

"B-Bless you, Sir...!" Rose forced out, trying to keep his own breathing even as he secured the beautiful memory away in his mind for later consideration.

The barista - Cac - seemed to not hear Rose's blessing, sniffling against the handkerchief and rubbing his teary eyes. Slowly realising what just transpired, he stepped away from the table, and realised what he was holding.

"...Nngh- oh, geez..." He grumbled, "Shit..."

"...Sir?" Rose tried again, smiling in sympathy when his new customer jolted in surprise.

"Uh- s-sorry, uh- I'll pay for it..." Another sniffle, "I didn't... I'm... S-sorry- hhmmppSSH!!"

"Bless you. Are you quite all right?"

Rose was in heaven. Of course this man was all right. He was perfect.

"Y-Yeah, I'm o-okay... Just, uh... Allergic." Cac rubbed his eyes again and looked over at the table he was stood by. The lavender.

Oh, good lord.

Hot barista - hot allergic barista - was now stood in front of Rose, looking around at the flowers by him. Which handkerchief had he-

Of course it was the lavender one. Oh, how life tortured him. He wondered if the barista knew that it likely had pollen on it from being placed right next to it and the lavender itself being jostled from the customers so far.

"Can-" Rose cleared his throat, trying not to sound absolutely destroyed by the sight in front of him, "Can I help you, Sir?"

The barista felt too guilty to blow his nose yet, sniffling and hiding behind the handkerchief. "Y-Yeah, uh... I..."

Was he feeling nervous?

"I need to pay for this... Sorry for takin' it."

Who said he could be so cute?

"I planned on doing this kinda differently..." Another sniffle, "But.. I...."

"Bless you." Rose offered in advance.

"NngGGSHH! HhaaAAEETSHHH!! NNgghHGT- NNGXXXT-!!" He sneezed against the handkerchief over and over, trying to stifle them into submission. Oh, he'd messed up. Again.

Cactus had been trying to say something to the regular customer for weeks now, but whenever he appeared, Cac was either half asleep, or busy, or just too nervous to speak up. It was no coincidence that he ended up serving Rose every time he was in, thanks to his matchmaker-like coworkers. Thanks, guys.

"Don't worry about it." Rose was... Smiling? "Keep it, don't worry about paying."

How was he so sweet? Unfair.

Cactus cleared his own throat, "I insist. A-and, uh... I.... A-also insist... That... I give you my n-n-number...." The last part was mumbled, barely audible behind the embroidered handkerchief.

He would never let his coworkers give him pick up advice ever again.

Rose stared at him, frozen in place.

"Sir...?"

Oh, shit. Wait.

"Cactus. M-my name."

"....Cactus."

Rose was screaming internally. The hot barista, Cac- no, Cactus, was here, somewhere he was CLEARLY very very allergic to... to give Rose his number?!

What?!

Face as red as his hair, Rose scribbled on a business card and handed it to the man in front of him.

"M-my personal number. Um- my name is on there, and you know it already from, um, my orders, but it's Rose."

Cactus was quiet. He had obtained Rose's number instead of giving his own to him. So he had to be the one to contact him. Oh god.

"Why..." Rose started, gaining Cactus's attention, "Haven't you asked me before? I mean, at your work."

He motioned to the flowers all around, "I didn't know that you were allergic, but you knew, and you came here anyw-"

"Hha-AaeeSSHHUHH!! AaASHHUUH!!"

"...Yeah."

Cactus blew his nose in the handkerchief to try and remove the pollen currently attacking his nose, "Lots of reasons. Mostly teasing from my colleagues, the bastards..."

Rose giggled nervously with a nod, "I've always wondered if you swung that way, you know."

"M-Me too!" Cactus burst out, the handkerchief still clamped over his nose as he tried to rub away the persistent tickle.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Really? You didn't know? It seems I have to rethink my flirting strategies... Do I really look like I could be straight...?"

A stuffy sigh came from the other man, "Well, I mean, I didn't wanna assume. What if you were just bein' friendly so I don't spit in your coffee?"

Rose snorted. Oh, this man was like a dream. A cute little dense dream.

"I await your call. Or text. Though I'll warn you, I'm terrible with technology. Now, um- if that's everything, you should probably..."

"H-hhah-"

Rose tensed up as he watched Cactus gear up for another fit.

"...Hha-aah- hhaaiih- hhAAIISHH!! HHATSHHOO! AAESHHOOH!! Ohgod- GGSSHHHUU! A-A-aa-... A-ah... AahHKSSHOoh!!"

"....Bless you. You should get away from all this pollen."

"It's mbostly the lavedder I'b allergic to..." Cactus snuffled against the cloth, eyes streaming itchy tears.

Holding back a laugh, Rose responded, "Then you'll be devastated to hear that those handkerchiefs are probably covered in its pollen. Keep it, but you should wash it soon or you'll... You'll just keep sneezing."

"...Right. That..." The shorter man blew his nose again, "That makes sense. If you're really sure I can have this, then- uh- I'll be in touch. Sorry for bein' such a mess, what a terrible first impression."

Ignoring the fact that he'd been served many times before now, Rose waved him away with a smile.

"Feel better, Cactus."

[rottenhavecforbiddenposting]

I GOT TO EXCITEDTO FINISH MY ART

HER3S THE ART

NOW LOOK AT MY WHAT MY PAPA GOT ME

[mxrtified777]

thank yew super cool yugioh bloggers for liking my art. crying in tha club

[doorhanginoffthehinges]

I’m so happy to be alive in a world where “is it over now?” Is a song

[maplemaplemaplemaplemaple]

SO SO SO found the original psychonauts at a cash exchangers but it’s 28 pounds and pretty roughed up and doesn’t have the manual ,,,, i’ve never felt so torn in my life . i’m standing here in the corner of the store pouring over it ,,,

[murdockiplier]

i'm going to sob. he's so cute. my scrunkle is also a swiftie ????

[viaphni]

I am thinking about e94 again why would they do this to him