#she often says things like 'one of these days I'm just going to shave my head!' for the dramatic irony

[bumblingbabooshka]

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I am in my angst today so I'm going to drop a few of ansty Batfam headcannons.

- Bruce till this day do that father thing of open the door of his kids room to see if they're sleeping and then closing (even when they're just visiting).

- The first time he did that to Tim, Tim pretended to be asleep and then he just started sobbing because Jack used to do the same thing too, and his mother before him.

- Dick, when he moved out of the manor, still would use the Batcomputer to do research from time to time. Everytime he slept on from tiredness he would woke up with Batman's cape on his shoulders.

- No one knows Bruce has a good singing voice other than Dick and Jason because he would sing to their sleep, sometimes, when they had nightmares.

- He stopped singing when Jason died. The only person who was able to hear him sing again was Damian. He pretended to be asleep, because if he opened his eyes he would noticed how much he misses his mother.

- Jason singed to Damian sleep once at the league. None of them remember that.

- Damian tries constantly to assure himself that he could take down every member of his family if he needed to. Deep down he knows he can't.

- Bruce spent weeks trying to master how to cut someone's hair ( with Alfred's help ) so he could give Dick a haircut, because Dick said to him that his mother used to cut his hair.

- Bruce taught every single one of his sons how to shave their beard.

- Bruce had a mental breakdown once because he was starting to forget his mother's face.

- Cass overanalyze everyone's body language to see if they're healthy and happy. She tries to stop herself sometimes because more often the answer is no.

- Sometimes Tim flinches when Jason moves to fast near him. They never talked about that out loud.

- Sometimes Damian's hand tremble when he grabs his sword, he can still feel the blade.

- In one of Dick's worst fights with Redhood the moment he got home he threw up. His brother's eyes used to be blue like his and not green.

- There was a time where Jason was so happy that Bruce's blue eyes were the same shade of his.

- Bruce's hands still tremble when he sees his children on the battlefield.

- Bruce has a habit of messing with his children's hair, every single one of them picked the same habit after him.

- When Dick moved out to the Titans Bruce couldn't sleep for weeks.

- Jason avoids to change clothes in front of his brothers because of the face Dick made when he saw his autopsy scars for the first time.

- One time Jason had a panic attack and misdialed Tim's number, Tim stayed on the line until Jason managed to sleep.

- There's times where Bruce says the word Robin and all of them look at him.

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Perchance if your requests are open then I would like a modern reader with homestuck characters of your choosing?? If not that's ok you don't gotta if you don't wanna. Have good day

Hii, sorry for the INCREDIBLY late response, trying to remember how to use tumblr BUT YES I shall deliver 👍 thanks for asking question, I'll be doing the main four (ФωФ)

(and- hopefully I understand your question cause I'm ready to do this in head cannon platform- so??‐ 🫂 take it my friend)

⛅️John Egbert🎭

*deep inhale* NERRD

sorry, moving on

seems like the sorta guy to know fnaf lore, like all of it, I can't elaborate further

also he wears totally normal outfits with stupid stupid socks,,

silly socks, the dumbest you could imagine

I think at some point he'd be the mfker with some tape or a bandaid around the middle of his glasses to keep it together

hes a one pillow sleeper 😔

and by that I mean he has one singular pillow on his bed smh

he atones by sleeping with stuffed animals though

mfkin creepy ass light sleeper

and I say that cause I can fully imagine someone trying to get something while he's sleeping or even trying to wake him up

and he just sits up, all the way, no glasses john, eyes open all the way not groggy or confused

get this MAN SOME BROWN EYE CONTACTS!!

FUCK I THOUGHT THATD MAKE IT SMALLER HER FACE IS HUGE

no going back tumblr is already so confusing, sorry anon I tried to be funny now she's here

anyway..lord..

I think he'd forever go to bed at like a super specific time, and if he messes that up he feels wrong the next day

and that's all he'll tell you, "I feel wrong"

touch of the tisim probably perhaps maybe

listen his dad collected shaving cream and harlequins and clowns and stuff-..

I don't think he has freckles but more so little body moles speckled around his body

goofy smile, silly laugh, catch him snorting and slapping his knee n shit

tries to push up glasses with the nose scrunch thing, makes him show of his messes up teeth

an endearing young punster.

I definitely think if you'd be down, he's 100% the person too have nerf gun wars

something and John Egbert and a foam dart makes sense

and for some reason i connect that with bubbles

rip John you would've loved fruiter aergo

maybe, maybe more low quality photos of it though because idk

he has a strange love for...what's the word...

hmm.. eccentric things

he just holds them dear, think it's in his blood

who knows if that's a good or bad thing

expressive

I think you'd have to be, blind, deaf, mute and impossibly stupid to miss his body language

or just a meanie(?)

regardless not emotionally verbal, or at least not often, or- as much as he should

but physically shows it

like..for example if he was in a crappy mood, you'd be able to tell, and he'd confirm if you asked

and with him being expressive i would think comes with..what's the word again..uh..

responsive?

reactive?

especially to words, or touch

when he gets red, he one of them people to get red EVERywhere.

ears, down to the neck, shoulders, forhead.

dude looks like he's gonna pop a blood vessel any moment lmao

he'd be the person too have like reddened knuckles and stuff, cold hands, will press the cold hands into you for warmth

if he were to smell like anything, vanilla, faintly, all smells on him would be faint I'd like to think

☀️Rose Lalonde🔮

honestly my favorite to draw-

she is wrighting so many silly things for and too you

poems?

happening.

long strangely war letter back home love letters too you

they probably are never shown-

maybe unless you look or perhaps ask

she'd be...the best person to gossip over a drink with

tea, coffee, alcohol, water, soda

I think she'd be a mfker to sleep with socks

it's okay on some level cause they're socks she made herself

I also think not just gossip but she's like- she's a seer of light cmon-

she knows stuff

I think she may not look like it but she, is the ultimate yapper

and silly

silly Rose justice

shes a goofy goober too guys

there would be no way she's not

look at her friends

I think she'd like her hair to be pet sometimes

play with it gently, braid it for no reason

type of person I can see too sit with you on the porch as it rains

reminds me of mist and.. morning dew

chilly autumn mornings

where you can see your breath

shes one of them Halloween people

i just know she appreciates a crunchy leaf

*knits you this*

YOU SIZED OBVIOUSLY

also gloves

why not

stay warm

she'd want you too

she has dimples

both lil cheek dimples

I think she'd be someone to ponder her partner often

like, seeing a candle and going "oh perfect, you've found me here as well!" but she's in the middle of some store lol

or reading something, thinking about that phrase and linking it too you or something like that

something strangely meticulous

carefully, honestly, thought out.

shes the person too either meticulous take the time to paint her nails right

or paint them all fucked up, and then clean them up

leaning more towards the latter

am I saying that right?

she would smell like

mm, cold linen, and books, book smell

🌠Jade Harely🐾

ah yes

doggie

shes a sweetheart though

albeit a clumsy- narcoleptic one

she means well

most times

she has all the hair

everywhere!!

find her brushing herself

maybe???

maybe space powers debunk hair needs

I dunno probably pffhfhh

toothy smile

big toothy grin

I like to think she has braces

convincingly can bark and growl (before and after bec merge thingy)

probably got even more convincing dog bark talents

sit down with her and a good coloring book

entertainment for hours

she'd be up for most anything I bet

would possibly be bored laying around lounging

something tells me she'd have a thing with buttons

all shapes and sizes and materials

just- checks out as a Jade thing yknow

same with silly bands

somewhere there is glitter on this girl I'm convinced

maybe more earth glitter (dirt) than any other

but like, 🤷 I dunno man

can I pet dat dawg?

yes, pet the dog, dog longs for human contact

scratch that

contact

overall

shes just lonely, forgive her lack of "norm" social skills

brotha grew up on a damn island, with her dog, and stuffed grandpa

stuffed grandpa

I'd be a lil weirdo too

anon, I'm gonna tell you this now..

I've never read the books all the way threw, and I own 3 out of idk how many

so forgive me if this...- out of character

dirty nailz..

yknow how some big dogs have that mindset that they are little lap dog puppies?

her

oh you thought it was gonna be a lil head rest?

a lil lean?

no

blanket mode.

snuggle time.

accept it, at least for a minute.

I cannot explain why and I won't but, she gives me road runner vibes

just..yep, that's jade..harely..

what am I doing dude tf

also..don't ask me why, she would smell like pine, dirt, soil if you will, maybe lavender too, or more something..sugary? cinnamon?

am I making sense

⚔️Dave Strider📀

uughhh what haven't I said about this dude

hmm

I'm trying to remember what I wrote before tumblr rudely disrupted my wrighting and made me go back to the beginning

well let's see

eotushuf

here me out

this but on him

and it's soft blonde and and

there's spots that are missing from scars

and they go down to his hand,, and fingers

the hair on the side of the hand, you know what I mean

also has missing little patches

broad..finge nail

chews his nails

hhe.. uu h out of all of the four, probably the best to lounge around with

laying around

what's the word

parallel play?

being able to comfortably do yalls own thing in the same place

without a lot of talking

rhhrrgg

hes the type of person to 100% do the three hand squeeze thing

iykyk... (squeezing someone's hand to wordlessly say, "I love you")

and if you respond verbally, or even just squeezing back

he'll face away and do it back again

epitome of "putting on sunglasses so no one knows what I'm looking at"

you at you

he has..like stupid peripheral vision and uses it to advantage

I cannot say why but, he definitely has funky cool ties

just does i feel it

also, crackley

cracking his knuckles, his neck, back

when he stands it's like fine machinery sounding

clicking and popping in knees and hips

blonde

...eyelashes..

rough palms and scar knuckles

he smells like- a well slept on pillow ina good way- and also maybe

faintly of apple juice, carton apple juice..

guys this is buns, I'm so sorry truly, I'm also..so sleepy..😔

anon i hope this was right, and..to your request, I hope u have a good day (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[lmfaohader]

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Same as always. A little mouse standing under a light post. It's snowing, and he's always carrying an umbrella."

"Did he say anything to you in this one?"

"No. He just seemed very scared, and a little sad."

"Well give me the details and I'll add it to the drawing"

I retrieved my sketch book from my bag and turned to the ever familiar page I had been working on for a couple of days. In the middle of the page, a mouse. Oversized yellow clogs, red linen pants, and large black ears on the top of his head. Just as my friend, Jo, always described him. Cheery eyes that she normally described as "oddly sad for such a happy little mouse" and rosy plump cheeks. Beside him, a lamp post, that once I can get to painting (and get the right color), burning with a bright orange light. A pile of snow settled at its base. I took out my pencils, erasers, and blending stump as Jo described the mouse with more details. Today, his umbrella was black but seemingly used very often and the snow glittered when the moon rose above it.

Joanna is an extremely vivid dreamer. I've known her essentially my whole life and have listened to every dream she could ever recount, but lately they've been more and more life-like. It's almost as if she actually goes to wherever it is she's dreaming. Maybe it's her younger mind trying to escape from our reality. We are from the same town in London, and when my parents were called to defend our nation, Jo's mother offered to take me in until they returned. Things only got worse from there. The air raids and constant threats kept flooding into the city. After some time, Jo's mom believed that the city was no longer safe for us. She called upon an old college professor who she had remained in friendly contact with over the years who lived far off in the countryside. He gladly took us in. Jo was extremely upset about leaving, so to help her keep going I told her I would draw whatever she wanted. Now, I have half of a sketchbook filled with her dreams. They're always in immense detail, and are only finished when Jo gives it a seal of approval. They started off really normal. Her house, the view outside of the train window, a field of wildflowers, but the longer we're here the more she dreams of his made up land. A land where a talking lion is supposed to rule, but is being hunted and thwarted by an evil, ice witch. A little mouse who hides from the secret wolf police. A winter that has lasted for over a hundred years. That's the part of it that feels like she actually goes there, she knows some of the history. How the people are waiting for a prophecy to be fulfilled to end the long lasting winter and to find the lion who once ruled over the land.

I looked up to see the sun lowering over the countryside. Jo sat on the tree limb above me. Watching as the colors of the sky change.

"That's it" she said softly

"That's what?" I tried to follow her eyeline to see what she was seeing

"That's the color orange"

She was right. As the sun dipped below, the sky became a bright, burning orange. I tried to think of the time to try and return to this hour tomorrow to mix paints as Jo climbed down from the tree and sat beside me. She scanned my drawing. Ensuring that every detail matched precisely. I lifted the drawing a bit more so she could see.

"How's it looking?" I asked as eraser shavings fell off into the lawn

"It looks good. I think you've perfectly drawn him." she placed her hands against the ground and raised to her feet. "I'm excited to see this one painted. I think it'll be your best yet."

"My best yet huh?"

I closed the book and gathered my materials as we both made our way inside. It was always so quiet in the mansion. As big as it is, the only inhabitants are us, Ms. Macready, and Professor Kirke. It wasn't exactly kid friendly. The halls were lined with perfectly polished artifacts and antiques. An expensive seeming painting hung from nearly every wall. Precisely placed hall runners covering much of the hardwood surface. As soon as we came inside, we took off our shoes and made our way to our room. There were so many doors, and we didn't know what was inside most of them. We were only certain of where our room was and where the Professor's office was.

Professor Kirke was a kind man. Mostly enthusiastic, and extremely excited to have visitors. On the first few days we were here, he noticed our sadness and brought us into his office to tell us some stories from his youth about him and a friend. They seemed to cheer up Jo, for the most part. I just enjoy shutting my brain off and sitting in the comfort of his company. For whatever reason, Ms. Macready (Professor Kirke's housemaid) refuses to let us speak to him without being specifically requested. She says that his work is extremely important and he cannot be disrupted. So, the times we have gotten to speak to him have been scarce.

As we were approaching our room, a stern voice called to us.

"Girls, Professor Kirke would like to see you"

Appearing, seemingly out of nowhere, Ms. Macready stood at the top of the stairs leading to our room. Jo and I traded a knowing look, thanked her and made our way to the Professor's office. Upon arrival, I knocked on the door as Jo waited patiently behind me.

"Oh! Come in! It's open!"

We pushed open the door and entered the pristinely kept office. Neatly dusted, books alphabetized, pencils sharpened in their cup, leather chair shining from a real good polish. Professor Kirke smiled as we entered and gestured for us to take a seat in the brown plush chairs in front of his desk.

"I hope I have not disturbed your evening" he said as he closed the book he was studying and pushed it back into its spot. "But I had some news that pertained to the both of you since you bot-"

His sentence was cut short as his eyes landed on the sketchbook in my arms. I could feel my face get a bit hot. I had never really shown an adult my drawings. Only Jo had seen the contents of these pages before.

"Oh my, it seems we have an artist on our hands. May I?"

"Oh, yes you may" I spoke through a knot in my throat as I placed the book into his outstretched hand and felt suddenly as if my stomach plummeted.

Professor Kirke smiled gently at me as he placed the book onto his desk. He flipped to the first page. He studied it for a moment, then nodded and flipped onwards. With every page his smile grew. You could feel the child-like giddy as he moved onwards. My nervousness seemed to fade and become replaced with pride. I thought they were good, but it was really nice to see it written on someone's face.

"Lacey, these drawings ar-"

Professor Kirke's voice stopped abruptly. There was a sudden shift in his demeanor. The always happy and smiling professor was replaced with a shell. His eyes filled with a mixture of fear and sadness. His mouth slightly agape, as if frozen in place from speaking to me before. My mind raced to think of what drawing could possibly cause this reaction, but they were mostly buildings and scenescapes. He turned the book towards us and pushed it to where we could see it.

"How do you know of this place?" He asked as he pointed to a scenescape of a dark, frozen castle, covered in snow with icicles dripping from every ledge and a pack of wolves surrounding the drawbridge. Sculptures of animals made of ice sat right inside the front gate.

"Jo dreamed of it. She said it was the castle of the evil, ice witch. Right?" I looked to her for an explanation as Professor Kirke's head snapped in her direction.

"Elsa the White Witch" Jo responded, bringing the page closer to her, "she created the everlasting winter. She is their self proclaimed ruler, but they're just waiting for the prophecy to happen."

"You never said she had a name" I wracked my brain for any mention of this name before, but came up with nothing.

"I didn't learn it until recently," Jo shrugged and followed very matter of factly. "Or you would've"

"Did you say you learned this recently?" The Professor asked

"Yeah. Maybe a few nights ago."

"But where?"

"I go there in my dreams. That world needs help, and I've been trying to understand what's going on so that maybe I can help." she explained as she flipped through the sketchbook. "Lacey's drawings help me remember so I'm really starting to put it together now"

"How can you help a dreamland Jo?" I asked

"Don't sell her so short" Professor Kirke responded softly as he poured over the drawing. His sadness seemed to grow as he did.

"Just because you've never seen it doesn't mean it isn't real," Jo said. "I don't just make things up you know"

"I didn't mean it that way" I announced as I closed the book and took it back in my arms. "I don't think you make things up, but you yourself have to admit that it is extremely far-fetched."

"I don't admit anything" Jo snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I know what's real and what isn't Lacey. That place is real. I can feel it."

"She does explain it with great detail" the Professor chimed in motioning towards the book in my arms. "Otherwise you could not have such detailed drawings. Down to the color of the ice sculptures and the way the stars align in the sky."

I stared blankly at him. He spoke with confidence. Almost as if he understood her.

"Professor Kirke," I said, "do you believe this land exists?"

He stared back at me. His round spectacles dramatize his very determined look. I could see the spark in his eyes. As if hearing a call to action. He looked down at the sketchbook once more then shook his head slightly as if to awaken himself from whatever came over him. Jo sighed and I could feel her disappointment from the response. I sighed as well and began to rise from my seat to leave when Professor Kirke spoke again.

"There is another family coming to stay with us until everything in London calms down"

"Another family?" Jo asked, seeming to pep up a bit from her disappointment.

"Yes Jo" he replied, "Four children. Two older siblings more Lacey's age, and two younger children more your age. They should be here within the next few days. Perhaps, you both could make a friend or two."

I nodded to him, and then left for Jo and I's room. It wasn't much. Two twin beds, decorated with the same bland sheets. Jo's books sat on her bedside table, and a desk under the window overlooking the front of the mansion held many different colors of paint along with a couple of pencils and a clock. How else was I to make the color of the sky if I couldn't look at it? I slammed down into the chair and flipped through the sketchbook. Hoping anything would seem to line up. To tell a story. To help me understand what was going on. But I could find nothing in these scenescapes to give me answers. If only I could draw people, I thought to myself, maybe it'd be easier to understand. Maybe I could see what they see. After minutes of examining every page, every rock, every stream, every flake of snow I closed the book defeated. I looked out to the sky made navy blue in the light of the moon. Almost, like the sky above that little mouse.

-Lacey

You can find the rest of this story on my Wattpad @ stfumendes it’s titled Disnia. There will be three books and love interest for both boys. 💕

[release-the-hound]

as a havanese owner, what would you say their energy levels are like? trainability? grooming needs? looking into getting small dogs in the future and havanese are on the list of possibilities

I think part of the reason Havanese are so wonderful for so many people is that their energy levels are extremely variable. A well bred Havanese should match its energy levels to its owners for the most part. There are days where I have only taken Whim outside to potty, and spent the rest of my time sick in bed, and she has happily cuddled up next to me and slept by my side. But she has also happily galloped alongside me for a 5km run, and been eager for more. Ultimately what Havanese want more than a specific amount of activity, is to be doing activity with their person.

Of course, I always celebrate doing more with your dog. I try to give Whim at least a 20 minute walk daily. Along with minimum 5 minutes dedicated training session and a food puzzle for enrichment. Often I am able to do more than that.

(One if my favorite off-leash adventures with Whim. A 3 hour walk through unusually deep snow. So many sniffs and lots of excellent recalls!)

When my sister died, I was frequently doing less, for weeks. And she didn't devolve into a frustrated barking mess, didn't chew up my apartment, she was a little bored, but she was never miserable. She just lay in my bed, by my side, day after day, until I was ready to face the world again.

(I cannot overstate how good Whim is at cuddling. If there was an international competition for it, she'd win it every year.)

I really think for disabled people, Havanese have the ideal energy level. You can meet their base needs fairly easily, but if you are up for adventure they're always ready to come along for a ride.

(Whim travels frequently on airplanes with me, and is always complimented on her good behavior.)

Grooming needs are the sticking point for many people, unfortunately. While Havanese are genrtically capable of producing a short coat, it's against the breed standard, and so I don't know of anyone intentionally breeding for that.

For me, a non-shedding dog is worth extra grooming, but I know that's not the case for a lot of people. I have Whim shaved about every 4 to 6 months. This means that I go over her coat to comb out any mats about once a week, and I trim the fur out of her eyes on occassion. But other than that, I dont worry about grooming. I bathe her when she's stinky and trim her nails when they get long, which you need to do with every dog. I know @girlhorse keeps Enzo in a much fuller coat. If you want to keep a fuller coat, she might be willing to talk about the grooming experience.

It's also worth noting that due to their small size, combing Whim's fur is like, a 20 minute process.

(I often miss Whim's coat from when I kept her long. She was so unbelievably adorable.)

Havanese are my FAVOURITE dogs to train bar none. I'm not a professional trainer in any sense of the word, but between group classes and my job I have seen how a lot of dogs learn. @thelittlespanielthatcould and I often compare Havs to a CKCS with a little more spunk. They are very clever and very eager to work with you, but when they have an opinion they make it clear.

Whim can be entirely focused on me for an hour long lesson. But she won't do work she's not fairly compensated for. Personally, I like a dog that won't let me push them around. If it's a hot day and I haven't given Whim enough water breaks, she'll march herself over to her bowl whenever she damn well pleases. If I'm not using a high enough value treat, she will take it from my hand and spit it on the ground. I like these things because I like dogs that set their own boundaries. I want my dog to tell me when she is tired or thirsty, when I'm not rewarding enough, when she's frightened. Because I get clear feedback from her on what I'm doing wrong, I can alter my methods very quickly to keep us in sync. I like that my dog can tell me something so clearly and I can say back to her "ok, I'm listening."

Whim does very well in Rally when I can afford the classes. She loved agility. Havanese also make great trick dogs. They have amazing handler focus (once they mature). They love spending time with you, so they love training. You just have to be fair to them. I guess I'd describe them as eager to engage, but not eager to please. She wants to spend time with me, she wants to play my games, but she isn't afraid to stand her ground if she's not having fun. Training her brings me so much fucking joy. Even writing about it now has put a smile on my face.

(Whim and I had so much fun in agility. She loved the tunnels so much she used to go off course just to run them a second or third time. Until I started bringing out the big guns (cheese) and suddenly she was an angel again lol.)

Realistically, no breed is ever going to be ideal for every person on the planet. But 2 words come to mind when I think of Havanese. Fexible: they thrive in many different living situations, energy levels, and activities. And Communicative, about their needs, their desires, their fears, their pain. They make it easy for dog owners to figure out what to do. For these reasons, I think Havanese match well with a lot more people than the average dog breed.

Whim has been my best friend for more than a decade. I have never second-guessed my decision to bring her into my life. I wake up every day knowing that I am profoundly loved. In my brightest moments I picture a future of adventure unfurling before us. In my darkest, her joy reminds me how to find my own.

TL,DR: Get a Havanese.

[dix0nvix3n]

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Stoner Daryl x Stoner Reader 18+ ✶❀

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Daryl x Reader Alexandria Christmas One-Shot ❀ COMING SOON

Scud X Reader Blade's Lair 18+ One-Shot ✶❀

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✶- Smut | ✧- Suggestive ❀-Fluff | ☽-Angst

𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢

⛥ I'm Autistic and have ADHD, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, probably several other problems I'm not aware of myself yet lmao, and I am also Anemic.

⛥ I've been to at least 15 concerts but need to recount actually how many, including 3 Warped Tours, so sorry to anyone who never got to go they were truly such unique experiences.

⛥ I have 7 piercings but have been pierced 8 times, fucked up my first eyebrow piercing lol. In order I got a septum, right eyebrow, daith, bridge, two helixes in one day, a conch and also my right eyebrow repierced on the same day. Also all the ear piercings are on my right ear cause I used to have the right side of my head shaved and an undercut so my left ear was never visible but with my new haircut,,, I really need some for the left ear.

⛥ Also, the conch jewelery is my only special piece of jewelery I have and I got it in memory of two things. The conch piece is a titanium dagger with a simple little jewel in the middle, when I saw it I immediately thought of Daryl and his big knives/daggers and also a reference to the band Witchdagger from Night In The Woods, a game that fundamentally helped me grow as a person.

⛥ The reason I changed my hair from the side shave was so I could actually grow it out and cut it to Scud's hairstyle, that fucker is soooo gender.

⛥ I don't know much about my zodiac signs but I'm a Cancer Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising.

⛥ My favorite fruits are peaches, oranges, and raspberries.

⛥ I edit occasionally when I have the mental energy which is rare but I post them @ daryldixonvixen on tiktok if anyone is interested, will possibly start posting my edits on instagram too :)

⛥ and uhhhh I'll keep adding to these when I think of more

And here's what the conch piercing looks like if anyone wanted to see it :]

[just-promise-me-jm]

An essay no one asked for

It was a long stressful day today so when I was taking a break from work I decided to do a quick scroll through social media to see what had been going on today.

Unsurprisingly, I almost immediately came across a number of posts trying to shade Jimin or make fun of his fans along with the typical "fuck solos" type narratives that seem so popular these days. All I really wanted to see were cute pictures of Jimin on his way to Hungary or hear some theories on what he might be doing there.

In fact, here is a cute Jimin pic to thank you for taking the time to even read the rest of this:

credit to @UpdateParkJimin

So here is a short list of a few of the things I saw just today:

Jimin is obviously copying JK by going to film something in Hungary (such a stupid theory and I saw someone post that Seventeen actually went there first)

Jimin isn't as popular as JK because he didn't get mobbed by his fans (tbh they seemed very well behaved and I was proud that they didn't act like absolute fools and put Jimin in danger)

Jimin and the remaining members should just shave their heads already and go to the military so that we can get the promised 2025 reunion (absolute nonsense and a highly problematic take)

Solos are the worst and should be eradicated from the fandom (just because you are a solo it doesn't make you toxic, just like being an ARMY doesn't mean you are a good person)

Obviously I'm sure there is a lot more than that but that is all I had the pleasure of seeing on my break. Now most of these aren't totally new, just the same story with a different font, but it doesn't make it any more fun each time they go around. I could go into detail on any of these but to be honest most of them are so shallow and stupid that it's not even worth bothering.

What I really want to focus on today is the narrative that solos are toxic and something that needs to be removed from fandom spaces. The reality is that almost everyone in the fandom has a self-professed bias that they proudly display in their bio or profile pic. Even if they have a tiny seven somewhere in there, it doesn't make that fact any less true. I think it's natural to be more drawn to one person, one type of food, one pair of shoes, etc. as your favorite and it's incredibly rare that anyone can honestly say that they "love everyone equally" (even if it's your mom saying she doesn't have a favorite child, I don't believe her).

Like I said above, I know that some solos are toxic just like I know some ARMY are toxic. Again, I think that unfortunately it's natural that some people are going to just be shitty people no matter what. What it really all comes down to is how you treat others and how you conduct yourself in these fandom spaces. I said this in my first post but I'll say it here again - you and I don't have to agree on everything to treat each other with respect and decency. But if you come into a space and harass others and generally act like an idiot then yea you should be barred from those spaces. Painting a whole group in broad brushstrokes, however, is not the solution.

Saying you "hate solos" (which let's be real - it's often just a thinly veiled way to hate on PJMs or other Jimin supporters) just means that you are stereotyping a whole group of people that hold a variety of beliefs, feelings and behaviors. If you see something truly problematic that someone is posting or saying do what you are supposed to do - block and report. If it's just that someone doesn't agree with you or if you have some sick obsession with Jimin and his success - do me a favor and turn off your phone for a bit. Calling other people names and harassing them because they don't think your fave is the greatest thing ever is just pathological.

We live in a really messy world and I will never understand the desire to make it messier for others by being a dick. A much better way to spend your time and energy in a fandom is to actually do the things that help support your bias - stream, buy, vote, and share them with others who might not have found them yet. Or be like me and write multiple paragraphs that people may never read in an attempt to call out some real bullshit that is going on.

If you read this, I appreciate really it 💗.

Here is another Jimin for your time:

[lastflowerofyourhouse]

idk why my brain has decided to play with this, but it's what i was thinking about in the shower today, so i'm posting it here.

my thoughts on tlt characters' hygene/shower routines, assuming modern au rules:

harrow:

would have a passable but basic routine, with separate products for each step

lukewarm or cold showers, probably in the morning

would shower daily and usually wash her face, unless she's fixated on something or just really Going Through It, in which case she can forget to do both for days on end

shampoos, doesn't condition

uses exclusively unscented products

gideon:

evening bath person, scalding water

quick, cold showers after training/working out

3-in-1 bitch, probably old spice or similar

would wash her face with it too

this contrasts the excessive amounts of bubblebath and probably candles that she uses in the evenings

ianthe:

rediculously luxurious baths in water hot enough to leave her a bit pink afterwards

would do this in the mornings because she's just that unhurried

rigorous, like, 38-step skincare routine, twice a day

deep conditions three times a week

(she calls this "self-care." actually it's just the only way she can continue looking even slightly similar to her sister.)

coronabeth:

exactly the same as ianthe, except it sometimes slips her mind, or she doesn't feel like doing the whole thing

you cannot possibly imagine the shit ianthe gives her for this

bathes at night tho because ianthe has dibs on the mornings and you know they share a bathroom

does not shave. at all. fight me.

their shared bathroom has two sinks so ianthe can neg her fist thing in the morning before she's even brushed her hair. you know, it's the little things.

camilla:

tends to go for the cheap stuff that just smells like soap.

like it smells clean but it doesn't smell like anything in particular

showers at the same exact time every day, for the same amount of time, perfectly balanced with the rest of her schedule

washes her face with a very basic cleanser twice a day, then moisurizes. no other skincare routine to speak of.

palamedes:

pretty much the same as camilla

she also schedules his showers

if cam says he has to shower from precisely 2:15-2:25 PM on wednesdays if he wants to pass finals, then by god he will do it

if she didn't tell him to, he would probably forget. often. so really it's better this way.

i like to imagine he buys one like really indulgent scented soap though. something along the lines of what the tridentarii use. as a treat.

even cam has given up trying to assign that boy skincare

[fitgothgirl]

Hiii look at me making a post! Haven't been super talkative here lately and hardly ever share my workout pics. Here's the one I just finished - I've never seen the t-rex before?? Fuck yeah. 🦖

Things are going pretty well. Since October I've still been successfully slowly cutting back on weed. I'm at the point now where I'm smoking a bowl per evening, if that. I have it locked up in my kSafe until 8pm each day. Soon I'll be updating the rule to 10pm, and after that I'll start smoking every other day, and so on. Me from six months ago smoking all day everyday would not believe I'm at this point! I'm proud. 😁 January 15th is the day I start my official break, two weeks before we leave for Costa Rica, so I'll be sure I won't be withdrawing by then. And when we come back I'm going to keep the break going to hit 8 weeks. Not quitting weed forever but I don't want to come back to the all day everyday shit... Not even daily either. Sounds crazy to me, probably sounds normal to most others though I'm sure lol.

Weight loss has slowed a bit but that's expected now that I'm smaller and I'm like a friggen solitary pound above having a normal BMI lol. Also ever since daylight savings ended, things have been harder to do and I've been feeling more blah. Story of everyone's life I'm sure... So considering all that, I'm still doing really well! No guilt or bad feelings about slowing weight loss or slightly less frequent workouts; no need to rush. At this point I've lost 29lbs/13.2kg total, 19lbs/8.6kg of which have been since late July.

I've also noticed visible muscle! The way my shoulder meets my trap when I flex is more defined, I have more biceps, I can often see my quads, my calf muscle has become an obstacle while shaving lol, etc. Loving it. 💪🏼

An NSV includes wearing more of my women's t-shirts; 95% of my t-shirts are men's shirts (band shirts and Blackcraft lol) since they're more comfy and I often don't like how women's t-shirts fit (depending on how they're cut; women's clothes have zero consistency). But I do have some women's t-shirts and I'm wearing them more again since they fit much better and I'm more confident (my skyrocketing confidence is another NSV!). And another NSV is needing a new belt, and soon here I'm going to need new pants! 😅

Therapy has been helping with all this too of course; I love my therapist. 🖤 She keeps things in perspective and makes sure to hype me up about how awesome I'm doing and tell me to be proud of myself. And since I'm doing so well, she makes sure that I give myself grace when I'm feeling more in a lull. Since things have been harder since DST, I've gotten a bit down or at least worried that I don't want to go back to how I was (health-wise, weed-wise, etc.), but we had a good pep talk yesterday. I'm not even regressing, just slowed down a bit. But who doesn't slow down this time of year...

Anyway, not sure what else to update since it's been a while lol. Had friendsgiving on Thanksgiving weekend, went to Vegas for my bf's work Christmas party a couple weekends ago... Last concert was Psyclon Nine in mid-November (pretty sure that's where I got a cold that emerged a few days later... Either that or an Addams Family musical we went to the next night. But all better now!). And I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't think we have another concert planned until ✝️✝️✝️ (Crosses) in friggen March. So uncharacteristic for us lol. I'm sure we can find something if we want, or I've also been wanting to hit up a Death Guild since it's been a minute for that too. Nothing else too crazy going on, our calendar's been a bit quieter than it has been in years past. But it's kinda nice haha. 😅

[sluggydrabbles]

FLUFFBRUARY 15 - A MISUNDERSTANDING IS RESOLVED

They were learning bones and Palamedes made a motion he did often. He reached up towards his face absentmindedly and pushed one finger towards the middle of his nose, before stopping and putting his hand down quickly. It was like he expected something to be there but it wasn’t.

Now that she was almost four months old and wasn’t such a baby, they would often answer her questions, so she decided to ask him about it.

“Why do you do that?” She made the gesture he did.

He looked surprised and he smiled patiently, like he always did when she had asked something slightly foolish. It didn’t mean that he thought she was stupid, just that he wanted to help her understand. “When I was in my body I needed glasses but Cam doesn’t need them. They would always slide down my nose and so I sometimes push them up even if they aren’t actually there, because it’s a habit.”

Nona looked at him for a second, tilting her head, “What do you mean, your body had glasses?”

He frowned. “Remember the nice old lady at the shop the other day, with the thing on her face, covering her eyes? Those are glasses. Some people's eyes have problems seeing and glasses help us be able to see.”

Nona pouted. "I'm not a baby, I know what glasses are.” She wasn’t going to admit that she hadn’t known they were for making people see better. “But how did you used to need them but not any more?”

He was confused by her question. “Well, my original body needed them, but Camilla doesn’t need them. She has always had great eyesight.”

Nona stared at him, wide eyed. “You used to have your own body?”

This was a revelation. Camilla and Palamedes had always lived in the same body, as long as she had known them. The idea that Palamedes used to exist separately was so strange!

“What was your body like?” She asked, desperately curious.

He laughed. “I was tall, taller than Cam, and nearly as skinny as you.”

“Were you taller than Pyrrha?” Pyrrha was so big and tall and strong.

“I think I was. It was likely fairly close, but based on comparing her to Cam, I would say I probably would win by a few centimeters.” He was smug about this for some reason. “I should actually ask her, because I am curious now.”

Nona thought back to what he said. “But you were skinny like me? Did you fall over when it was windy?”

“Well, we didn’t have wind back where we were from, but yes, I did fall over a lot.”

Nona was always glad to distract from the bones, especially when she could learn more about the people she loved. “What did your face look like?”

Palamedes looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “It was bony, and my nose was a little bigger. It went out to about here.” He held his hand a little bit in front of his nose. “I had glasses, like we established, and I always struggled with pimples around the nose bridge. My hair was shorter than Camilla’s, and I could never keep it neat.” He rubbed his chin and the fine hairs on his upper lip. “I grew more hair on my face than Cam, like Pyrrha does, but it honestly wasn’t that much more. It was patchy though, and I didn’t like how it looked when I tried to grow it out, so I shaved it. But I would always forget and Cam would complain that it was irritating and scratchy.”

“Were you beautiful, like Cam?” She asked, earnestly. She was trying to imagine him, but she was having trouble.

A surprised laugh burst out of him. “I thought I was decent looking on a good day, but no, nowhere near as beautiful as Cam.”

Disappointing, but very few people were even close to as lovely to look at as Cam. “Is that why you decided to be in Cam’s body? Because it was more beautiful?”

His smile vanished. “No, it’s not what I would have chosen under normal circumstances.”

Nona frowned. “Why wouldn’t you want to be in Cam’s body? Cam’s body is wonderful.”

“It is. But being in her body means I can’t hug her or touch her and I miss that desperately.” Palamedes looked like he was about to cry.

Nona had seen him cry before but he always tried to hide it and it made Nona feel bad when he cried and made her want to cry. She threw her arms around him, hugging him. “Don’t worry Palamedes! I will give Cam hugs for you and tell her that you love her very much.”

His arms wrapped around her in a firm embrace. “Thank you Nona.”

[tia-amorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

Oscar & Vivienne - Part 2

Anyone who has followed the last episodes will know that Oscar has a few health problems. That's why a few measures have to be taken, and his wife is there to help him. Although... the idea of ​​doing yoga came from her. But see for yourself how Oscar is doing.

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The next morning starts early and Oscar runs through the house whistling. “Is someone in a good mood?”/ “A little, yes. I want to thank you for taking me as I am. Even if my manners at dinner aren't the best“/”hnhn, as long as you clean up the dishes afterwards. Let's eat a bowl of muesli and then go to the gym"/ ‘no eggs and bacon?’/ ‘hnhn, no’.

The gym is open 24 hours a day. Anyone can come and go whenever they want. But of course, not everyone necessarily makes use of it. Nevertheless, there are people who come here in the morning. “And now?”/ “let's get our gym clothes on first and then you follow me into that little room there”/ “that glass box? Oh man, this is going to be embarrassing". Vivienne had to smile a little, but she was sure it would do him good.

After the two of them had changed, they went into the yoga room. The whole thing was a little uncomfortable for Oscar. But it was still early in the morning and no one else was here except his wife. "We'll start with very simple exercises. I'll lead the way and you just do it as best you can, okay?"/ ‘I'll try, if I can even get down’.

“uh… Oh shit, I'm going to get a slipped disc”/ “that's nonsense, just a little further…”/ “I'm already doing it… How can you manage with your baby bump?”/ “hnhn, the baby is joining in…”/ “hahaha, ow, oh man”/ “just do it a few times, then it'll get better and easier”.

“That's bound to make your muscles ache, isn't it?”/ “If you're untrained, then yes”/ “Great, I'm looking forward to it…”/ “hnhn, believe me, at least you'll know what your body can do. You'll feel really good afterwards. Come on, once again, you can do something else afterwards, but not on the treadmill, do you hear me?"/ ‘OK, boss’.

Oscar makes an effort. But he wonders how long he has to do this nonsense before he can even get on a treadmill. After all, the most effective way to lose weight is to exercise properly. “As far as I know, swimming could help quite well… I can't sink, fat floats on top…uh, that's quite a drag…and I should shave my chest hair…”.

A little later. Oscar had to go to the toilet. But when he didn't come back after a while, Vivienne went to see where he was. She found him in the large fitness room. “Hey, you don't have to do everything that's on offer here now”/ “I just wanted to test, uuh, how heavy these balls are… I think… They all have different weights”/ “that's right and you must have taken the heaviest one, oh you”.

Oscar put the ball down again and then turned his attention to his wife. "All right, then. I'll try to do everything right from now on. I'll probably have sore muscles tomorrow, but I think the more often I do it, the quicker I'll get fit again. Can we get a yoga mat like this for home?"/ ”hnhn, of course. I'm proud of you".

After a visit to the gym, they thought about what else they could do. The public swimming pool offers all kinds of wellness. And so Vivienne treats herself to a little break in the whirlpool.

. However, Oscar doesn't even get to use the wellness program. He meets Clark here by chance. "Ozzy? Shouldn't you be at home in bed?"/ ”because I fainted from one too many bottles and my heart beat three beats too many? No, it's too boring at home"/ ‘I didn't think you'd say something like that, hahaha’.

“Well, and since you moved out, Vivienne is much more relaxed…”. Clark grinned a little. "That's what I thought. I didn't want to live with you both for the rest of my life…"/ ‘So… you and Marisol are together now?’/ ”Well… We're getting closer and closer and we're dealing intensively with the baby issue for now. We've known each other for ages, but the feelings are new to us".

„mhm… yes, you've known each other for a really long time…”. Clark smiled a little as he thought back to when they were teenagers. "Yeah, but we're finding each other a little more every day. And you two? Hehe, it would be funny if our kids were together later…". Oscar had to laugh. "You're already thinking about that? Haha, , it's a nice idea, but they should still decide on their own” / ‘of course“.

After a little more small talk, Clark left. “Hey, you have to go again?”/ “I want to get some things for our baby. When our kids are born, we could have a parents' party or something"/ ‘yeah, nice idea’/ ‘with coffee and cake…’/ ”hehe, sure, no alcohol, I get it. See you then"/ ‘yes, take care’.

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End of this part

@cozygirlsimmer😊

[foolschancey]

Who are you, no really?

I love that so many services are built for the socially awkward Millennial these days. Get odds and ends or just a needed meal delivered to my door? Don't mind if I do! Groceries that I can just pickup and don't have to walk across a parking lot sized store to find and then purchase? I'm right there!

It's also great because it works so well with my trans journey. Lets me avoid awkward stares and weird looks that drain my batteries and daily spoon budget with. It helps me keep my space feeling safe and comfy.

The part that's not so great about it is how much work I need to do to be seen as myself. All of the apps and services do so much to verify who you are. Even when checking in with a location based app that should already be verifying my identity. this morning I had a nice person ask for my name and I said Amelia like usual but then she asked for the last name for verification. I then smiled to avoid gritting my teeth and provided my name.

This might seem like a small thing that maybe Cis peeps may not pickup on but I get that extra small verification question often enough that I've realized what it is. "You don't match what I think this name is. Who are you, really?". For reference I was the only car at the pickup corral and had just checked in with the app. I don't know how I could have been some random pulling up and guessing my first name randomly for free groceries. That small extra verification could be nice because they're trying to make sure I'm in fact picking up my own groceries but I'm most certainly Amelia and continually proving that to the world when my voice doesn't match is soo tiresome.

Tiresome because I just woke up and decided to skip my mandatory daily shave and makeup routine so I could make the pickup window on time. Because I am so clearly me and the apps go through so much work to already prove to you who I am already.

I know this is a frustration that will pass. I know that I'm still early in my journey. I know that laser hair removal (once I can afford it) will eventually remove the daily shave requirement. That once that part is gone throwing on makeup will take less than 5 minutes to get out the door so doing it before going to pickup groceries wont feel like a chore. I know that my voice is good and once I'm warmed up and ready for the day people will say ma'am and young lady (both of which happened to me last night!!!)

One day it wont feel like I have to be a warmed up actor/voice actor in makeup and "costume" to just be seen as the name that shows up on the app. People will always genuinely see me as Amelia. No secondary or followup verification needed. Obligatory selfie! Sure I look rough, sure I haven't had coffee, meds or done shave and makeup yet but I am definitely me and I'm definitely cute af!

Stay silly :)

[vesperstardust]

I think my life is done falling apart/together for now

I don't even know how to transcribe the chaos that has been happening in my life the last...forever...but specifically the last 6 months and especially the last couple of months

2020 and 2021 were the best years of my life, maybe that tells you something. They were the years I felt most secure and became most aligned with myself. I've always been a survivor who thrives in liminal spaces.

Falling apart and falling together look remarkably similar. If you take away anything from this post, remember that.

I want to move forward and stay still and let myself be happy and do the things I've been wanting to do but I also want to remember every twist and turn that brought me here. Because I'm grateful how it all worked out.

Wish I could do a cut under a cut Here is the story, I suppose, of what happened.

There is even more I can't write, but the present trials feel like they truly began when I lost my hair from alopecia during 2022.

I've struggled with alopecia areata, one of several chronic illnesses, but that was the first time I became bald. My long auburn red hair I saw as part of my identity, gone. Who am I? I had to find out quickly who I really was and find strength to keep going that I never knew. Cutting or shaving hair as humiliation against one's will, to break one's spirit, I understood why. I didn't recognise myself. During this same time I also had a traumatic experience with people I thought were my friends that was directly related to my experiences with alopecia.

It took months and along with a newly-approved-by-the-fda medication for alopecia and continued scalp injections, it's growing back fairly well. But just as this was happening, we became financially unstable when my partners gig job dried up and he began experiencing a severe health condition at the same time.

Things were stressful and challenging at this point but manageable. Then we lost our food money. At points we were half-starved (I say this without exaggeration - support your local food bank it will save someone's life). The morale blow/raise of losing/gaining treats is not to be underestimated. And people who have never been food insecure don't realise how little other things matter when you can't eat. You can barely think to do other things. I was food insecure growing up so at least that was something I knew how to deal with. But it's still a terrible thing to be hungry.

After going through the winding maze insurance companies so often require even for life-changing prescriptions, my partner finally received the medication he needed to recover his health to a manageable state.

But eventually we faced eviction from our apartment with one week's notice after attempted financial aid fell through. It's traumatic and frightening and sorrowful to have to leave the place you call home under circumstances beyond your control. My partner was interviewed and hired for a perfect job after no luck for months within DAYS of the eviction, ensuring that no matter what happened, we'd finally have food and other resources.

But we still only had a week to find somewhere to move.

One day, management (who had a history of being unreachable, including during the time we tried to seek financial aid and work with them) showed up and tried force their way in (the door chain stopped them) and then proceeded to lie and tell us we had to be gone that day even though legally we did not until 24hrs after the notice had been placed on the door, which it had not yet. That was scary though. And they had sent their newest person, and it's possible she didn't even know it was a lie. But we had the paperwork and emails to prove it. I remember physically trembling, the paper shaking in my hand as we tried to explain. Another time pest control tried to force their way in. I'm sure management sent them too, as the email had only said you could sign up for a visit if you were having issues, which we were not and never signed up for. At an apartment complex, a door chain is such an extra sense of security that prevents people from unlocking your door and just walking in whenever they please, as was proved to me many times.

So we had a week to find somewhere to live. Friends (true friends) helped us more than we can ever repay, in ways that money alone could never repay. We got everything into a storage unit in record time. Our Winter Solstice was spent moving the largest pieces of furniture. Darkest night made bright with their help.

Some places wouldn't even give us a tour because of the eviction now on record. Most things I read during this time about renting with an eviction seemed so bleak. We found one apartment we thought was perfect and applied. They denied our application - but mysteriously accepted it a few days later without us even appealing. Was it because of all the construction at this complex and they were desperate? Did my partner's words somehow sway them? I don't know but I was considering the lilies of the field very, very hard at that point

So we had a place to move to on the 2nd of Jan but in the mean time we had to wait it out at our other apartment, unknowing when we would finally have to leave. A couple weeks sleeping on an air mattress in a near-empty apartment. Merry Christmas. We still had our tiny tree. Happy New Year. Our New Year's Day meal was a single heat and serve bag of basmati which we split, a tin of sardines and some corn. It felt like a small feast. Looking back, all symbols of prosperity and abundance.

On the day we were to move in, my partner's workplace somehow messed up (holidays at least partially to blame) and he still hadn't received his paycheck though he tried everything he could. So we had to scramble to borrow the deposit money from my mom. It's a long walk up to our new apartment at the moment because of all the renovations going on putting out the elevator. And when we got there, we realised they had given us the wrong set of keys so we were stuck outside in the hallway outside the door for 45min with the birds and our small carry items because she'd said she'd bring the correct sets of keys up, meanwhile I also had to go to the bathroom intensely. We'd laughed a lot through all of this when we weren't near-consumed with stress and fear of what would happen next, but it was nice to have a moment that was just purely funny.

The paycheck drama continued for another week so we had to work around that as well. But we had somewhere to live. Somewhere safe.

By the time it was my birthday about a week later. I slipped on the carpet running to say bye to my partner. It could have been worse but I scraped up my knee and hurt my leg. My knee/leg still hurt :') That same day our car also had trouble and stalled while my partner was on the way to work, so our plans to finally go out were dashed BUT he ordered Indian for us so we had a great meal nonetheless.

I love this new apartment. The layout is interesting and unique, one of the reasons we were drawn to it. The closet shelving is threatening to collapse but that can be fixed. Lack of bathroom counter space and large mirror is the only real downgrade from the other place but I can honestly say everything else here is equal to or better. Most important, you can see the moon from the window, and the best view of the sky.

The construction here is intense at the moment but inside the apartment itself is a haven, despite the chaos outside. I don't mind it because, after all, it likely played a part in how we were able to live here.

It sounds so small somehow when I write it all down. But it's not comparable to be on the other side of an ordeal where you can see how it all played out all at once and what you dodged and how you survived. When you're in it you have to get to the next day. Sometimes the next hour. I felt real fear during this time, an emotion I wasn't very familiar with. Throughout my life I've been through what some people might call "a lot", since early on. I've had people tell me I'm the strongest person they know. I've learned to handle many fears of many things. But this was an unfamiliar unraveling. And once I realised what it was, I was able to deal with it better. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. Frank Herbert was right.

My last time at the other apartment was happy, peaceful and filled with relief. It was a nice place for the time we lived, but everything good came with us. There were things I loved about it, but there were also things I won't miss and am glad to get away from (like living by the highway).

Thanks for reading this post if you made it all the way through. I wasn't sure how much to tell strangers on the internet but - we're friends here :)))

Adapt. Survive. Survive. Thrive.

Outside our window currently looks like the blitz. But only in the best way possible. Because the chaos doesn't bring any grief or fear - just a way out.

[saynomorefic]

I can't shake those memories (700, G)

A short ficlet most certainly not based on a dream that I had, because we all know writers never write from their own experiences nor do they project said experiences onto certain characters.

Simon woke up from a deep sleep.

He had come to him two nights prior, his boyish smile and unbreaking gaze sending shivers down Simon's spine when he finally awoke. He wrote it off as his subconscious doing what it often did, which was fucking with him thoroughly. But last night's dream was so much more vivid.

He and Wille had been wandering through the woods. They were paced side by side, and Wille matched Simon's movements as they went. They fell into step behind their friends, previously wrapped up in conversation with other people. Simon sensed it was his opportunity, and he was the one to step back and into Wille's orbit.

"How are you?" Simon asked him. Wille had a lightness to him that he only had in those simpler days, and even before the weight was because of them, it was still there.

"Doing well," he said, smiling lightly. His frame was tall and lithe, and he was dressed down, and it all felt so juvenile. Like Simon could taste the lunch hall food and smell the old paint and wood again.

"Are you still with -"

"Ana? Yes," Wille nodded again. "She's going to grad school, and I'm going with her."

Simon both loved and cursed his dream self. Perhaps it was his way of engaging with the concept of Wille at low stakes. Perhaps it was his subconscious reminding him he couldn't run forever, and that Wille's message from two years ago still say unread in his inbox. A darker part of Simon at times swore Wille had performed some kind of hex to make sure Simon could never completely manage to get over him.

They resumed. Wille asked Simon about his life, which he answered semi-honestly. He didn't ask Simon about a partner.

"I think I lost my shoes," Simon commented, and they branched off to look for them over a deep gorge. It was no lie, but Simon was capable of looking for them on his own, and yet there they were, unable to leave each other's side.

"I see one, just down there. I'll be right back." Wille disappeared around a ledge and precariously reached out to grab the shoe: Simon himself wouldn't have attempted such a rescue mission.

"Here. The other was just on the trail." Wille smiled again at Simon, so painfully free.

"Thanks," he said, and sat on the rock to do up the laces.

Wille sat beside him, slinging down his pack. A large sketchbook fell out.

"Will you draw us?" Simon asked boldly. Wille didn't miss a beat, and pulled the paper book and a pencil into his lap. It only took him a minute, and he turned the page so Simon could see when he was done.

It was cartoonish and simple, but each line and detail were done so expertly. Wille and Ana stood together on one side of the page, dressed in old school evening wear. Wille was nondescript, but he had captured his features in their simplicity. Her features were rounded cartoonishly, and her hair shaved off. He hadn't seen a photo of her recently, but Simon knew from memory they had the same brown curls.

On the far right, Simon stood between Wille and Ana's height. He was dressed like some nobleman from the 1800s, but his outfit was surely the most detailed, and unlike anyone else, his expression was not neutral but smiling, in mid laughter, rendered better than a photograph. And to Simon's left was a faceless cloaked figure, taller than Wille himself, dressed to the nines in a trenchcoat. Wille had labeled each person like a child's drawing, as if there could be any confusion, and the cloaked figure was marked as 'Simon's partner.' For some reason, it was ten times the dagger that Ana was. Wille had picked just the right person for Simon in his head, someone who was not Wille, just to his imagination of Simon's taste. It was the most generous and heartless thing he could have done, and it was enough of a shock to the system that it blurrily shot Simon out of their reunion and into his bed, with a sticky mouth and a sinking feeling in his stomach.

I don't know what this was, forgive me because I just needed to get this one out of my system. <\3

Title is from Littlest Things x Lily Allen

[musesofthesun]

⏰ for yui, about haru :3c

SEND A ⏰ TO SEE INTO ONE OF MY MUSES' MEMORIES. = always accepting!

yui hasn't seen haru often at school today, which is weird. haru usually sticks by her at every opportunity, and yui does likewise. once the end of the last class rolls around, yui waits by the entrance. the line of kids disperses, and it's a few moments before haru trails out. yui visibly brightens, hopping over with a skip in her step.

"ruru! i haven't really seen you all day, what gives?"

haru pauses as if considering something, then responds. "i can tell you over shaved ice?"

yui is curious, but doesn't argue with that. she happily grabs haru's hands, then leads her downtown. she talks about things on the way: how kuro and chaco are doing, what gossip she's heard around school, how many bees she's seen, and the like. haru usually doesn't say much as they walk, but she usually says at least something. yet... she hasn't so far.

it's not long before they've reached the storefront and have gotten some prized summer treats. yui sits on the bench, and haru climbs next to her. yui swings her feet back and forth as she digs into her dessert. her gaze flickers over to haru. haru's simply prodding at her shaved ice. yui puffs up her cheek.

"okay, what gives?" yui huffs, "you're being more of a boxturtle than normal."

haru takes a deep breath. yui frowns.

"yui, um... i won't be here after this summer." haru gingerly says.

"where are you going? are you going on vacation?" yui immediately prods, bright-eyed and curious. "is it to a ski resort?"

haru smiles weakly, shaking her head. "no, uh... for good. my family wants to move out of town."

yui blinks. "like... to a prefecture over?"

"try... another country. across the world."

oh. the air suddenly feels a bit cold. yui's chest tightens, but she still smiles. even if it wavers a bit. she forces cheer into her voice. "that sounds super cool! i bet you'll find all sorts of neat stuff."

"yui..." haru's face scrunches up weirdly. it's the patented expression of "be real with me right now or else".

yui can't do that, though. she can't just stare in gaping shock for fifteen minutes and then burst out in tears. that's stupid. it would ruin everything. so, yui exhales through her nose and lowers her tone.

"i mean it. i'm gonna miss you a bunch, but you should look forward to all the cool adventures you're gonna have."

haru still looks dubious.

"i'll write you every day!" yui prompts with a grin, "and you better write back! or i'll get sad. i... ruru?"

haru's lip is quivering. before yui knows it, haru's wrapping her arms around herself and hiccuping. yui moves closer and haru starts to sob.

"i... 'm going to miss your smile..." haru wobbily states, "i'm going to miss you. i'm going to miss you a lot..."

it makes yui want to break down crying too. instead, yui does her best to wrap her arms around haru, tucking her head between haru's head and shoulder. she lets haru cry softly and mutter for a few minutes before talking again.

"hey, i just said i'd write you every day. i promise i will," yui hums, "plus, it's not like summer's over. it's hardly just starting!" she pulls back, holding haru's hands in her own. yui's eyes curve to match her smile. she's getting a hint teary as she puts on her best show of encouragement. haru needs reassurance right now. "we'll just have to make it the best summer ever, mhm?"

haru slowly nods. her bright blue eyes are watery, but she has that scrutinizing look as if she's trying to pick apart yui's reaction. yui doesn't really pay attention to that. haru can think what she wants as long as the focus stays on her. yui... will unpack everything later.

"we can go to all the festivals this year. we can see all the fireworks, we can head to the sunflower festivals, we could even sneak into the grape one."

haru snorts. "we'd be noticed right away. plus, dad would be so mad if he found out we sipped even a little bit of wine."

yui moves her hands, pressing her palms against the benchwood as she stares with a joking intensity. "the challenge would be part of the fun!"

haru laughs. yui's heart swells. that's what she wants. she wants to make haru smile. her smile is everything. yui won't survive without it.

"minus the wine festival, all of that does sound fun... and we can play together every day, too." haru sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "it'll be the best summer ever."

"yeah!" yui grins, pulling her shaved ice back up again. "it'll be awesome. now, you gonna eat that or do i have to?"

"noooo, i'll eat it," haru giggles, picking up her own cup and flicking at yui's nose with her free hand. "you'd freeze your brain with how fast you eat."

"nuh uh." "yuh uh." "nuh uh." "yuh uh. you would."

"not a chance." yui sticks out her tongue. haru makes a face at her, and they both laugh. yui feels something twists in her chest. she wants to hear haru's laugh every day. she wants to see her every day. she doesn't want haru to go. ... don't be ungrateful. haru's here right now, yui's here right now. she can deal with everything when it comes. in this moment, she's going to enjoy the company of someone she would do anything for.

[the-haunted-office]

Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them. (Doom)

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

"Oh, come on, can we spare me the embarrassment of answering these questions for at least like, one day? What are you, hoarding these or something?"

Doomsday rakes her hands down her face, but at least this time she has the good sense to take her glasses off first, a gesture which ruins the dramatic effect but saves her the trouble of having to clean her glasses so it's somewhat worth it to her.

Sighing with as much theatrics as possible, she places her glasses back onto her face and settles her long-suffering gaze upon Milo and Rourke, who are sitting on two separate arm chairs across from her. Of course, they must both be there - she can't say something about one without saying it about the other.

"But fiiiiiine," she says, issuing another mournful sigh, like this is the worst task that has ever been heaped upon her shoulders. "We'll start with Milo, the nerd, and that's actually one thing I love about you, that you're a nerd. You probably already knew that, but there you go. Also that you're nice, you also already knew that, but there you go again. And ummmm... let's go for a physical trait for the last one, your messy hair. Love that, I'm a sucker for messy hair, not gonna lie, ehehehe." She can't help but laugh at that last bit. "So don't shave it off, unless you want me to suddenly hate you. I mean, I'm kidding, you can do whatever you want, it's your hair, man."

She then swivels her tired gaze in Rourke's direction and sighs for him too, just for good measure, to make sure she gets her point across that she finds this all very trivial and annoying. "And you, Rourke, three things I love about you? Well, turns out, you're also a nerd, that's a new discovery, so yeah, love that about you. And you're also nice! But we also already knew that, so there you go on that one. And for the last one, let's keep things nice and symmetrical here, so we'll give you a physical trait too."

Now this one admittedly takes her a minute, because Rourke technically isn't her type of guy, physically - and if you want to get really technical, physical appearances don't really mean all that much to her at all.

But she does manage to come up with something. "Your smile. Rouke, has anybody ever told you that you have a nice smile? Because you do. Especially when you're in your element. Which is precisely why you should stay there more often."

"Well! This has been fun," Doom says, rolling over onto the couch she's been sitting on this whole time, stretching out. "But I gotta go now. See ya!"

She doesn't get up to leave, though. Instead, she takes all three of the seat cushions off, sinks into the couch, and places the cushions on top of herself, as if that's going to hide her very well.

It doesn't.

Turns out she wasn't so bored with this whole interview thing.

She was just very sheepish about it.