#the missus posts

[missus-meticulous]

If I think too much about it, I'll cry.

Many months ago, I was explaining to my friend that I don't feel creative enough and that I really need to exhibit more of my work. To make it and exhibit it.

And I am trying. I've exhibited a handful of performance pieces this year with more (tentatively) planned.

And then, my friend and I created some mail art to send to some Canadian museum who had an open call for mail art. We thought, why not, let's do it. She encouraged me. I encouraged her. We did the damn thing during Zine Night. She knows how I am, so she offered to mail my piece off with hers.

And then, a week later I get an email saying my mail art piece has been successfully mailed and that it will go up for auction in the coming days. My friend didn't get an email (which was odd because it was in the same envelope) but she was still excited. And hers will likely be exhibited as well.

And I dunno, later that day I realized what she'd done. She encouraged me to make art and helped me submit it so it could be exhibited.

And the thought, of the help she offered, flits through my mind every once in a while and I want to cry.

Because art, and love, and friendship, joy, human connection, heartbreak, life, and creation.

I dunno. But thank you Kate. I love you. 🧡

[teencopandthesourwolf]

If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

[habibisagi]

heart rate tweaking thinking about isagi saying "my girl" in a very bf habitual thoughtful way constantly all the time... whenever he's talking to anyone and something could pertain to you (even so very loosely) in any way he's like "oh yeah my girl likes that manga!" or "oh hell no, my girl's not a fan of that, man" or "oh i have to tell my girl about this, i know she'll go crazy" or "sorry man, i have plans with my girl that day. maybe some other time?" or "yeah my girl says that too! i get that." or "nah my girl would kill me man!" or "aww.. that made me think of the time my girl was..." etc etc just constantly mentioning you that everybody is SICK of him bc he does it so so much

[girlbob-boypants]

"Quincy is the only member of the Hex I don't like"

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Roommate!Simon x F!Reader <3

AN: don't know if it's any good, I threw it together real quick for Halloween, do I post a part two?

Okay, you had to admit--being the princess peach for your friend's sexy group Halloween costumes for a costume party sucked. Your dress was too long to be sexy.

Simon saw it, and he said "Tha' looks like you got it from the back of a Party City dumpster." You flushed from anger and scoffed it off, but regardless you knew he was right--it was just you in a slightly crumpled pink dress, white gloves, a blonde wig and a crown, with some lipstick on.

So this year, you did better. Your friends and you all went as cute animals, cats, dogs, cows, and you? You were a rabbit.

You came out of the bathroom with white eyeshadow on with white mascara. Your lipstick is a light pink, and your hair is pulled back. You have on bunny ears and white lingerie--it covers your breasts and tummy and ass, but it's essentially a corset top with a very tiny skirt.

Simon is walking out of his bedroom and through the hall to the kitchen when he sees you and he does a double take. His eyes damn near pop out his head, and all he can say is "You're stayin' in tonigh' with me."

You laugh, "Simon, I have a party to go to," you respond, smiling at how he's responding.

Simon, your roommate that's overprotective like an older brother, shakes his head, crossing to you and crossing his heavily inked arms over his tight black shirt, "No' anymore. You're stayin' in. Don't make me say i' twice."

Your eyes widen and you scramble to grab your phone and text your girls.

'Sorry, girls... I threw up earlier, it isn't smart for me to go out'

Little do they know...

[mrs-scarecrow]

( @yellow-rose-embalmer)

"Pardon my intrusion... I noticed you and Mr. Beck both use puppets in your matches... even if for different reasons. If... you're okay with sharing, what else, if anything, have you taken after him in? I... understand quite well how it feels to learn a lot from someone, believe me."

If I'd had more time with him--

I... might have taken after him more.

@yellow-rose-embalmer

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

saying Predictable like crimson one every time i make my missus cum

[whimsicalcotton]

Hey it's the Monday after you made that post so it was something something explode you right?

[mallach]

soothing to read easy short things when im dying of the poison plague on my widdle piddling inbred noblemans son constitution but sometimes something hits soooo hard it’s like “ohhhhh fuckkgg…(miserable disorienting wave)…this rules…”

[geffenrecords]

grabs.you you WILL love me and @antiburzum 's little lesbian freaks YOUWILL......

[missus-meticulous]

UGHFHFHFHHASHDFHASDFHASDKF.....whyyyyyy are we so afraid to write fanfiction where the woman is not a virgin?!??? Can we write women who are not virgins and who own their sexuality???? PLEASE????

[nannymcchicken]

Both movies have a secondary antagonist in the form of these bad bitch bimbo type women. For the first one it’s the beautiful Mrs. Selma Quickly and in the second one it’s the equally wonderful Miss Topsy and Miss Turvey

And none of these women are villains in the slightest.

Mrs Quickly is shown to us as a women who’s lost three husbands and is the only woman around Cedric thinks would actually marry him. When he invites her over she flirts with him obviously and due to movie shenanigans she thinks he’s coming onto her hard but only wants her for her body. And then she walks the hell out the door cuz she ain’t that kinda girl thank you very much. The kids can only convince her to come back when they mention the money they’ll get from their wealthy aunt and like, I’m not gonna tell a widow in 1860 to not chase that bag. The meanest thing she does is snap the babies rattle and that’s nothing honestly. She’s literally just bright and colourful and wants this shotgun wedding to go perfectly and that’s it

And the Missus are even less evil, they’re role is to give the real antagonist a motive and they don’t appear much but they’re an absolute delight, all dolled up as they threaten to literally disembowel a guy if he doesn’t pay his debts to the women they work for, honestly the fact they get swept away in a burp hurricane is bullshit I want the detectors cut where they gut him

[gaylex-gaylie]

lazy drawing of the best t4t long distance wives to ever live

[somedaytakethetime]

Crumbs ✊🏻😔 Edit:

Extra blurry crumbs ✊🏻😔

[asks-n-trolls]

Don't tell Charon i told u but even though he hates anyone in the fleet he does have an informat in there :)

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Hello!

I'm the Missus, and I write blurbs about COD characters <3

SEND ME ASKS! SEND THEM ALL! GOT AN AU??? SEND ME AN ASK <3

MDNI ! I don't want to write smut for KIDS<3

I go by any pronouns, I like men? Idk how to do an intro post

Thanks y'all :)