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★— ⋆。˚ [Cleansed]
For Day 27 of Carry on Countdown 23, Gift. @carryon-countdown
Filthy Anniversary Smut continued, or: aftercare smut. As Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch deserve.
Rated more explicitly E than the first part of this. For Baz being overly gentle and forceful at the same time.
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It’s two in the afternoon and they haven’t left bed yet. Well, that isn’t entirely true. And it was less that they hadn’t left bed yet, but more like Baz was keeping Simon in their hotel bed. Simon might have tried to claim it was against his will, but that would’ve been a load of shit. Simon had stumbled into the bathroom at some point after nine in the morning, but then he’d stumbled right back into bed after. He didn’t want to leave bed as much as Baz didn’t want him to.
Baz, on the other hand, had left to get the breakfast they’d ordered in from the restaurant. French toast, slathered in berries and syrup and whipped cream, with fresh coffee and a side of bacon for each of them, absolute decadence in their morning after. He’s also left twice over the course of the morning to get Simon more water, a crime, according to Simon Snow himself. A crime in which he was the primary victim.
Simon’s whining only makes Baz laugh harder while he forces Simon to hydrate.
It’s a slow morning, a tender morning, and Baz spends his spare moments kissing over the burns and scratches and bruises over Simon’s skin. Every kiss presses into his skin like a gift, every sore spot treated with the balm of Basil’s lips, over and over again until Simon is squirming from too much attention.
“Baz–” He gasps as Baz presses another kiss into the dips of Simon’s hips, it’s been hours like this. Simon’s tail slides around Baz’s waist and drags him closer, “–think m’worked up enough, don’t you?”
Baz hums his answer, nipping over soft skin while his hands rub soft over Simon’s thighs, his kisses trailing over the soft curve of Simon’s stomach, tongue darting over sensitive dips in skin and tasting still more of his love.
He keeps going even as Simon asks again.
And again.
And still again.
He keeps trailing kisses over every inch of skin until Simon’s been near fully cleansed on Baz’s kisses, the tender touch of lips and tongue soothing every sore, both phantom and all to present. Baz pushes Simon onto his stomach and repeats the process all over again. His hands join lips in those tender attentions over still more hypersensitive skin, over wings and tail and the precious nape of Simon Snow’s neck. It’s that spot that practically unmakes Simon, collapsing in on himself.
“Basil–” Simon groans out against the mattress, his arms no longer supporting him properly, his knees nearly failing him seconds later, “You can’t– you can’t keep teasing me… I can’t take it anymore… I’m gonna bloody burst, please–”
Baz licks a long stripe up Simon’s spine and then kisses his way back down again, pausing at the small of his back, “You’re not still sore from last night?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Simon groans, legs spreading apart for Baz to slide between all the easier, “You made me like this, now do something about it.”
The demand makes Baz laugh soft over Simon’s skin, but he moves for Simon all the same. He presses a thumb against that tight hole, red and abused still from the night before, but Simon swallows up that digit all the same. His palm presses soft against where Simon wanted him most, where he was aching for Baz’s attention, leaking for it, but he keeps his touches slow and soft. Baz stretches Simon with languid, lazy circles of that thumb inside him, rocking his hand steady against that point until Simon’s practically sobbing for more.
His voice is a stuttering mess for Baz, a litany of pretty pleases, need you, want you, miss you and more, all for Baz to soak up. Baz answers each and every soft, pleading cry with his own soft comforts. A kiss over the jut of Simon’s hipbone, or a teasing nip just under his ribs, or a soft reassurance. “I’m still here, love, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you,” Baz murmurs in a voice so dark, midnight would envy him.
His thumb slips free of that well used hole, freeing his hand more to rub over that ache, stroking slow over it, soaking Simon that much more in his own mess. Baz shifts his way back down, forcing Simon’s tail to adjust, slipping around his arm inside while Baz’s tongue finds that needy hole, dipping just inside, teasing still more, until Simon’s lost nearly all capacity to speak.
His tongue dives in deeper, finding the remnants of their mix and swallowing it down greedily, and then right back in to find still more. Baz moves in slow circles. His tongue, his fingers and palm all work in tandem, at that torturous pace that has Simon near in tears. He knows Simon’s begging for release, begging to be unmade at the will of Baz’s attentions and only Baz’s attentions. He knows Simon’s burning for it now, but he doesn’t bother hurrying the process.
Baz waits.
Baz waits until his palm’s a mess with Simon’s want, his fingers slipping all too easily over skin, all too raw from his unrelenting touches. Baz waits until Simon’s sobbing has gone quiet, his voice too raw from mindless begging to make words happen the way they’re supposed to. Baz waits until Simon can’t stop himself anymore, until he knows he could just… breathe cold air against Simon’s aching hole, against that point, dripping with want, and make him fall apart.
And that’s exactly what he does.
Baz slides his hand just so, fingers flicking over that heated, soaked point just once before he pulls back enough to breathe cold air over him, and Simon spills sloppy onto the sheets beneath him.
Baz dives back in before Simon’s anywhere near done. Simon’s knees give out while Baz’s tongue slides over every aching inch, catching that spend, swallowing down as much of the mess as he can, cleaning his love all over again as he works Simon through it, humming like it’s the only breakfast he’d really wanted this morning.
Simon’s chest is heaving, his wings are twitching and his tail is flicking mindlessly. Baz sucks a soft mark into the curve of Simon’s ass, his chin dripping with Simon’s mess and his own saliva, and he knows he could keep going, but he has grace enough to give Simon room to breathe.
“Done?” He asks quietly, but Simon’s already shaking his head. “No?” Baz asks again, letting loose a low laugh.
“Mmn-mmn,” Simon purrs for him, “Not till you are,” he manages, voice broken but perfectly content.
“You’re sure?” Baz already knows the answer though.
Simon’s tail flicks his arm for the tease. “You too…”
“You can’t even move, love…”
“Don’t care,” Simon huffs, “You too.”
“More water first,” Baz is already standing to get it and Simon groans out loud for it. Baz tugs at Simon’s tail before he can find the words to his annoyance, “No protests or I’ll make you wait longer.”
Simon pouts, but swallows the urge to protest, and it’s far from the last thing he swallows.
#Carry On Countdown#COC 2023#baz pitch#simon snow#snowbaz#carry on fanfiction#my writing#there were no pants from the start#Basil being in charge is my kink#author highly recommends aftercare sex#author also recommends overstim
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My favorite brand of Ratiorine is definitely:
"They both experienced immediate attraction upon seeing the other and are (silently) interested in the possibility of pursuing a relationship, regardless of their differences and the difficulties of their situations."
But also:
"Despite being two of the most hyper-competent people in the universe, they are absolutely idiot4idiot when it comes to romance or discussing their feelings, and they are about to make their complete inability to express themselves and court like normal people into everybody's problem."
#honkai star rail#ratiorine#aventio#dr. ratio x aventurine#I just love the idea that Ratiorine might be the one ship where#BOTH parties were like “Oh no he's gorgeous”#BOTH thinking “I could spend the rest of my life with this person”#zero back-and-forth “Do I really like him? Maybe I'm just confused--”#nope just right from the start “Oh I'm in trouble”#but STILL#not able to get their shit together#still just completely unable to SPIT IT OUT#absolute chaos and drama#ridiculous hijinks#all over a relationship they both desperately want to be in#🤣🤣🤣#and like#it's one of those#“Everyone can see it”#so everyone else in the known universe is watching like#“Should we maybe help them???”#but there's no saving this#theyre both just going to have to put their big boy pants on#and *shudder* discuss their feelings
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"what are you" a cognitohazard. a co- do i really have to explain the SCP foundation to u rn. on tumblr dot com be so fr.
#i'm a binary trans man but i realised this was probably too niche for the instagram comments section#but i feel like an adventurer who just discovered a new species rn so i had to document it#u didn't hear? yeah they actually make u post it to tumblr dot com whenever u discover a new response to “what are you”#slash “what's in ur pants” slash “what's your gender” slash etc etc etc#idk if the term cognitoharzard exist outside SCP i feel like it might but that's where i know it from so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i also disclaimer don't know much about SCP stuff. i listened to readings of heaps of stories for like a few months#shoutout SCP Archives ily#it's funny SCP actually reminds me a lot of The Magnus Archives#some of them were just so incredibly the flesh. or the spiral or the desolation or the extinction etc etc etc it was really cool#i gotta start listening to them again#just maybe during the day this time lmao#scp foundation#scp shitposting
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funtime sunshine
#my art#daycare attendant#sundrop#sunnydrop#dca fandom#ok um. this was supposed to be for cringetober but idk how well this applies.... oh well i'll just skip the prompt#i'll add on to this post with moon soon 👍 but i rlly needed to post this before it gets too late lmaooo#this was actually super fun.... god i loved doing this#a lot of the parts are actually directly taken from the other funtimes.. and this is very much inspired by the theory that the dca is a#prototype animatronic from that era.. which is something i'd already kind of thought even before people started mentioning it#the pants were. difficult to translate over to this style. but overall im really happy with the whole look
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and they were partners! oh my god they were partners...
Do you ever think about how in the original Treasures of knowledge game, Carmen and Jules were partners at ACME and probably had all sorts of adventures together? do you?? because i do, all the time
#carmen sandiego treasures of knowledge#carmen sandiego#julia argent#julethief#my art#i'm unsure how clear this drawing is to people who arent in my head#just in case: this is before Carmen defected from ACME. when she and Jules were partners#(i tried to convey that with the outfits: close to the game's outfits but no hat and a white shirt for carmen & dark pants for jules)#during a mission together jules notices something dangerous; they need to hide quickly and carmen's talking so. cue this drawing#carmen's a little bit offended but also not exactly against it per se. now if there could just be a bit more kissing-#god i need to play this game again. it's so much FUN! it's giving my brain so much to play with too#I LOVE THEM!!!!#they captivate me. the tragedy. the absolute tragedy in their relationship. i-#anyway. this drawing absolutely kicked my ass#'this will be a simple drawing! shouldn't take too long! the bg will be basic!'#me later: does it need more shadows than that? theyre in the shadow already. are there shadows in the shadow?#and don't get me started on the time i needed for the perspective of that brick wall. god.
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Don’t read fics at 3 am you get weird dreams
#‘why were you awake at 3am peggy’ the ibuprofen wouldn’t kick in that’s why#anyway#I only vaguely remember them but I do remember they were weird#and I woke up feeling vaguely disturbed#IAU isnt half bad to read at 3am at least#especially if you wake up at 1:30 and try to go back to sleep then give up and take an ibuprofen and sit in bed waiting for it to kick in#and start thinking about life and death and other middle of the night thoughts so you decide reading might be a better idea#so yeah. read about superheroes for an hour and a half to both ignore pain and stop angsting 👍#rambles from the floor#...and then I woke up at 7 and went to get dressed and stepped in a cat puddle and got my fuzzy pajama pants wet ;-;
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Me in my very first class as a substitute teacher after completely losing control of the kids in the first 2 minutes
#several fights broke out in different corners of the room#2 8-year-olds broke out a makeup palette and started playing with eye shadow#kids were sprinting around the class in circles#kids kept running out the door into the hall#one kid appointed himself as Door Guard and started guarding the door for the rest of that class. he even completed his worksheet#shoutout to door kid#the hall monitor and teacher next door both came in at one point to yell at them#the moment they left it was back to sheer chaos#i made one kid cry because i told her off for being bad#one kid was hiding from the noise under a table in the corner and i just let her. i understood#how the hell can 1 adult control 30 9-year-olds tbh. how the hell do they expect teachers to do that tbh#you need 1 teacher to just sit in the back and yell at the kids when they get rowdy and another one to actually do the teaching#okay well#pain#myart#comix#substitute teacher#the pain#the agony even#my throat still hurts from all the yelling#teacher comic#im dying#good bye lol#I did 1st - 6th grade classes and 3rd grade was the worst. at least the 1st and 2nd graders could be distracted by telling them to draw#the older ones were quieter and better behaved in general#half the 1st graders cried at some point and one of them peed their pants. still better than 3rd grade#skjnsdkjdsn#trans
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i almost forgot theyre both like that until i finally turned volume back on while playing and they both go "ngh∼♡" akcjbkjsac how could i already forget about this 😩
#WAIT i just had the dumbest thought of haitham and kaveh somewhere out to help and accompany aether for smth idk and when kaveh starts#panting and gasping from exertion u can just see haitham tapping his earpieces to disable the noise cancelling so he gets to hear#kavehs beautiful sounds better AHHAH#anw idk headphones warning bc it might sound sussy out of context#cant believe it slipped my mind when haithams sussy climbing noises were all i was barking about months ago#own#genshin tag#tbd
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Lookie what I got! The rarest of collector's editions, with only one in existence! (There's an @ symbol in place of a © on the title page.)
(There's only one because I fixed it after I ordered my proof copy.)
Someday this will be very valuable, for sure!
#optimism ftw#why yes I do feel a bit stupid for that rather boneheaded error#but instead of dwelling on that I'd rather think about how much people will surely appreciate it years in the future#my writer friends are very talented you see#and there are some great stories in here#I like to think that someday the anthologies we put together will be looked back on in amazement#because how could so many famous writers have known each other from the start?#it's a nice thought#no idea what the future really holds of course#but I enjoy this possible future#just like I enjoy writing about Narcissus as a vampire who wants a reflection#and the walking-out-of-the-underworld Orpheus & Eurydice story as cyberpunk#there are many other cool things in here#and it comes out soon!#and pre-orders are up!#everywhere but Amazon for some aggravating reason!#clearly they are Too Big To Fail and no one is going to give them a proper kick in the pants for not getting their act together#like they were supposed to weeks ago#here's hoping their page works by launch day at least#we'll see#anyways!#yay I have my proof copy!#and it looks good!#I did the cover myself#my objectivity is shot but I think it turned out nice and professional#Shatterlore#book recs#indie author life#bookblr
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Literal boy king Seb :] (pre-emperor)
Their baby selves 😭😭 little guys...
#lmfao i was just trying to draw this so i could try out colors#boom: finished chibis#its so funny to imagine seb in this au having an emo phase#bcs if we're basing these off his race suits#then he goes from all white fits to navy blue/red/gold#mayhaps thats when he gets engaged and thats his version of peacocking for gloomy Fernando#but aaaghhhhh the white/blue is so 🥺🥺 its just very endearinf and angelic to me#^ 'angelic' hes anything but that hahaha#also crazy to realize he became a king at 9 and then heir at 11 i think?#imagine irl seb winning a race/knowing he'd be a wdc so early on 😭 imagine the ego and bravado#*he is not 9 or 11 in this lmfao he is of legal age okay.....#god to think tho if it was a couple years earlier he would probably still be wearing a dress during his coronation....#<- lol back then it was a pretty big deal when boy were old enough to start wearing pants btw#seb would continue it if he could 🤧🤧#sebastian vettel#boy king au#catie.art.
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★— ⋆。˚ [Poison]
For Day 16 of Carry on Countdown 23, Smoke. @carryon-countdown
Filthy Anniversary Smut. As Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch deserve.
Rated somewhere between M and E, for being overtly smutty. It's not the most descriptive on what's happening twixt their nethers though, so your mileage may vary.
Warnings for (consensual) smoking/cigarettes, burnplay and sexual shenanigans whilst under the influence.
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It’s three in the morning. The clock ticks loudly. It’s the only sound beyond the clink of their shared wine glass whenever one of them places it back on the bedside table. Mostly Basil. This is Basil’s show and he’s shameless with it. Simon’s on fire all over again and this time it’s not even the unnatural outpouring of magick he’d been able to tap into, once upon a time.
Simon’s on his back a pillow at his spine between his wings to keep them from being squashed unnecessarily, beyond what Baz might like for him. His tail’s wrapped around Baz’s ankle, squeezing every time Baz makes another move against him. Basil, poised perfectly above him, slotted between Simon’s legs, still buried deep, not bothering to clean them up or separate between rounds.
Crowley, it’s been one hell of an anniversary. Whisked off to Paris, shown about the town, wined and dined, and now he’s pinned to their hotel bed, far nicer than the one Simon’s got in his shitty little apartment. Willingly, of course, all too willingly. He’s let Basil tie his wrists together and to the headboard, a long silk scarf the colour of his wings to make a pretty picture– just like Baz likes.
Basil’s still rocking inside of him, slow and lazy, dragging debauched moans from Simon, his Simon with every one. His throat’s gone by now, his voice raw with everything they’ve gotten up to since they’d stumbled their way back into the hotel, a little bit tipsy from after dinner drinks and lounge music, and Simon’s certain Basil’s got plans to ruin his voice even more.
It’s three in the morning, they’re in their hotel, which Simon’s pretty certain was a smoking free room, and Basil’s scrounged a cigarette from somewhere. Had he had that the whole time? Probably. Simon was too gone to tell. Baz starts dragging the tip of it over his chest, unlit, but undeniably a precursor to something more. Simon’s breath hitches when Baz shoots him a look, sends his eyelashes fluttering like some twitterpated teen girl instead of the very entwined couple they were.
Baz grips Simon’s chin and straightens his neck, taking another sip of wine, and cracks Simon’s mouth open, spitting it secondhand into his mouth. A little nearly spills, but Baz cleans it quick with his thumb, forcing that in Simon’s mouth too. Simon writhes and moans, but swallows diligently, humming when it’s all down his throat, a happy little smile playing on his lips.
“Oh, you head-empty little thing, you’re loving all of this, aren’t you?” Basil drawls above him and Simon only nods, his little smile growing. “Well, that’s good then. As you should, on our anniversary.”
Simon hums again as Baz pulls the cigarette to his lips, lighting it on his thumb and watching Simon’s eyes blow wide all over again. Tension pulls Simon’s muscles taut all over again underneath Basil. “You love that too, don’t you, Darling? Think it’s bloody hot?”
Simon nods again, even faster, earning a soft chuckle from Baz as he takes his first proper drag. “Filthy,” Baz murmurs as he settles a little deeper, hand poised with the cigarette over Simon’s abdomen. He drags his fingertips slowly up and down the center of him, the heat of the butt of it dangerously close to Simon’s skin. There’s a moment of pause between them, a fierce eye contact, an unspoken request, and Simon nods his consent all too easily.
The cigarette burns a neat circle just above his belly button and then it’s leaving his skin so Baz can take another long drag. Basil blows smoke over the burn, bending deep so he can kiss it soft, cooling it with cool lips, before pressing another perfect circle into the dip of Simon’s hips, on the left side, and then before he could even react, again on the right.
A low whine slips from Simon’s lips and Baz’s grin only cracks wider. He presses two more soft kisses to each mark before straightening again, sinking back in easy for his love, fingers tracing a small circle just below Simon’s ribs. Another unspoken question. Another quick nod from Simon, begging without words for the sadistic attention.
Baz takes another drag, blowing the smoke through his nose, and marking just where he’d marked for Simon’s approval, and then again in the middle of Simon’s chest, dead center of it. Two more kisses find their way over Simon’s aching skin between Basil’s lazy drags and lazy rocking, still taking his time while Simon’s already twisting under him, voiceless and wanting.
“One more, love, is that all you need?” Basil tone borders on teasing, his grin something wicked, made of the smoke he’s blowing. He knows better, but he’s teasing all the same.
It’s enough to make Simon throw him a glare, enough to nearly find his voice, but it cracks again on nothing. He shakes his head furiously, sending Baz a vicious pout when the vampire’s grip catches his jaw again, forcing his gaze one more time.
“Where?” is all Basil asks, and it’s entirely unfair. He can’t point where he’d like to with his hands bound like this, and his legs are useless with how they’re tangled together.
He’ll have to use his voice.
Just like Basil likes, an exasperated version of himself reminds Simon internally. Nothing he hasn’t agreed to, nothing he doesn’t like, but that urge to riot rising in Simon as his eagerness and impatience grows.
“Collar–” He manages to crack out, despite the state of him, despite the growing desperation and the glower settling on his face, but before his mood could sour properly, Basil catches his lips in a searing kiss, almost unnaturally hot.
“Fine,” Basil mutters through his smokey kiss, “Three more, then I’ll take care of us. If you’re still good to go that is?”
The hand not holding that cigarette massages at Simon’s wrists, a careful moment of tenderness, and Simon nods again as his jaw is freed. “M’good,” he mumbles out, barely audible, “M’so bloody good.”
“Alright, Darling,” Baz rumbles out, already dragging from that dangerous cigarette all over again, “That’s enough out of you for now, rest that pretty voice until I make you scream all over again.”
It’s all too easy a command to follow.
Tears start gathering in Simon’s eyes when the first burn hits him, just at the dip of his collarbone against his neck. He squints when the second hits, a mirror of the last, attempting to blink them away while Baz takes his last drag of his cigarette. The final burn presses into the hollow of his throat and Simon moans filthy even as his tears spill over properly onto his cheeks.
Basil leans up to ash the mostly dead cigarette in their mostly empty wine glass and then back down to kiss Simon’s tears away, trailing all the way down to lips to kiss him languid all over again. Their kiss tastes like poison, like smoke and ash and a hint of blood, probably Simon’s. Their kiss tastes like danger, like suffocation, like all the fire and fight they’d ever shared between them. Their kiss tastes like love, like tender velvet and soft rose petals, none of the thorns they both used to wield against each other.
Simon loves it, all of it, swallows down those kisses as greedily as Basil gives them, whining when Baz breaks their kiss to press their foreheads together.
“Ready?” Basil breathes sometime after three in the morning, barely above a whisper. Barely a nod answers him before Simon is reduced to breathlessness all over again.
#Carry On Countdown#COC 2023#baz pitch#simon snow#snowbaz#carry on fanfiction#my writing#there were no pants from the start#Basil being in charge is my kink#author does not recommend cigarettes#author does not recommend anything like this without thorough consent conversations prior#author does think it's sexy though#won't deny that
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Today was a good day :)
#Today three strangers were kind to me in three different occasions. It was such a nice coincidence :)#I've been working on Akutagawa's birthday the entire week and today Akutagawa posts were all over my dash. I'm so happy!#I managed to do all the edits I had set up to and I'm glad :)#I dressed rigorously black and white and wore the black striped pants I bought because they reminded me of Beast Akutagawa's outfit#I did my nails black and red!!#My mother called me to congratulate on Akutagawa's birthday#I even baked a cake with a friend and they were so sweet /////#I'm so grateful they managed to make time for it even though they've been so busy and tired because of their job#More than everything I'm grateful they weren't weird about it#They found it a little silly but they never made fun of me. They helped me pick the cake.#And today they even told me that they looked up a video of the character to understand me better#Which TERRIFIES me because no way anyone could get a good impression of Akutagawa from a single video#But if we ignore that it was an unbelievably nice gesture :')#It's just such a foreign feeling because outside of my blog I NEVER talk about my hyperfixations irl.#Because when I used to when I was younger I was only met with scorn or mockery so ever since I started university I simply learnt not to?#And it's just so genuinely weird to talk with someone irl who wouldn't judge me for it–#and not really in the good way because part of me is still convinced that they *are* judging me for it.#Doesn't matter everything suggests the contrary. And I keep overthinking if I overshared about Akutagawa or if I said something dumb#But I'm trying it not to get to me. Today they've been nothing but nice through and through#Whatnot. The last months were very tough for some reason I'm just happy good things can still happen :)#I want to start the queue again now that I'm generally more free and done with Aktgw's birthday and everything.#I also have new exams the first days of April and the program is pretty heavy and wide. On top of following courses. I'll see what I can d#I'd like to start regularly posting again because I'm afraid if I don't I'll just sulk further in misery. We'll see.#Ah I need to catch up with the dash since I've basically not been on Tumblr for three days...#That's it just rambling. I hope everyone's days are nice too!!!#random rambles
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when taking care of yourself and caring about your clothes starts making you feel better and not the other way around
#NOOO I DONT WANNA#i’m kidding i’ve bought some new clothes they’re really cute very dysphoria easing#i’ve worn the same like 5 pairs of basketball shorts and 4 t shirts since like march#‘since march’ ok maybe it has been like three years. but#the dressing rooms WERE hell but i finally found the right size that doesn’t make me want to die#and they’re all men’s pants! men’s pants fitting well felt super super good!#i need a belt but they’re not tight on my hips#my hip and thigh ratio to waist ratio is Pain Agony Death (Pixar Mom) so pants are very very difficult for me#i actually think i pass kinda well from the waist up. kinda. on a good day#i’ve got my little pinterest board of baggy panted androgynous emo cis guys. i can do this#i’m excited to wear them like they look good they make my legs look straight up and down#i might just get rid of all my dysphoria inducing clothes and completely start over#i also have a slowdive shirt coming in the mail 🤸♂️
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Bought a pair of pants at goodwill earlier but all the ones I've been to have had their changing rooms closed the whole pandemic so couldn't try them on... did pull out my measuring tape that's on my keys and they were pretty much my size, but I have discovered that while they would fit well if they had a normal waistband, they actually have a stretchy waistband (like, strip of elastic sewn the whole way around) and thus are so big that they're falling off me, because their own weight kind of pulls them down so that the cuffs drag on the ground. Unclear if they're intended to be high waisted and just too big or for someone bigger in all dimensions than I am, but not the point.
I've been trying to figure out how to fix this, bc they're very comfy. I kinda wish I could just take out the elastic and do a drawstring but there's 2 buttons and a zipper that would definitely complicate things. Could also wear a belt, if I had one and if they weren't the worst sensory experience since not wearing socks.
#my first pair of pants that wasnt jeans in... potentially ever. probably not tho i bet i had cargo pants at some point#the first that i remember tho. i love jeans but i walked by this section of pants that were all so colorful and was entranced#these are purple...#there might be a way to add further elastic to the back to encourage it not to stretch...#better yet maybe line the waistband and sew thru it and the elastic a lot to try and stop it all from stretching#or most ? i guess if some parts stayed stretchy that might be okay#im incredibly bad at eyeballing whether clothes will fit me or not. i do not know what size my meat suit is at All#my jeans normally have no stretch which is what i need bc otherwise they stretch out so much i start washing them every day#just to try and make wearing them feel consistent so i dont lose my mind#point being no stretch is ideal but these dont seem as robust as jeans so idk if they can necessarily take that#*guy who has only worn jeans* idk not really getting jeans vibes from these pants...#alterations#anyway yes i meticulously measured the inseam and the waist no i didnt try stretching the waist or notice the obvious stretch design#such is life
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Yo guys I started playing a dnd campaign w some of my friends n my husband (both of us are new to it) and it's soooooooo cool and I love this game sm but it's pretty complicated but that's what makes it gooooooddd
#dnd#ima rouge dwarf:3#we turned the lesbian hunter lesbian and rose(the girl ee were protecting from the hunter) the lesbian hunter and then my husband who plays#-who plays a genderfluid elf all had sex and he stole the lesbian hunter's clothes and we distrebuted them and now my male dwarf wears a#-wears a lacy bra over his shirt and her black skirt which goes to below his knees instead of mid thigh cuz hes short and i also have the#-the hunter's cloak but i was alreadh wearing one and hers is too long for my dwarf and then i also had a massive diamond thingy that we#-that we wanted to sell but it was worth like 50 coins so with the help of a player with higher int i made three massive coins in my dm's#-dm's words “the size of where your dick starts to the top of your head” and i sold two of them and got 50 each so i made an extra 50 coins#-and then i kept the last one so i have a massive gold/diamond/platinum coin#yay!#dungeons and dragons#my int is like 2 btw guys#and wis is 1:')#my dex is hella high tho#also my dwarf and my hubbys elf fucked and then we ended it when the day after n since our races have rivalrys apparently so its awkward fo#-for our characters but its all fine cuz ima eventually propose#:b#his elf is a bard btw#also one of our players drew a bad card and all his non magical items dissapeardee so he was naked up to when we got the lesbian hunters#-hunters clothes and he only got the shoes and trousers(and her pants for some reason) cuz everone else took her other stuff#tehe#the lesbian hunter
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ouggghggh i just got back from shopping with my manager for 4 hours and i had so much fun... i love her and it was v nice to have someone to shop with 🫶🏾 I'm excited to show her my lil outfits at work bc all the different clothes r cute =ω= ♡ it was nice to spend the afternoon/evening together and SO many ppl complimented me today akdkakak i luv when everyone is so nicey 2 me
#hard 2 pick between my favorite ppl to talk to today#went 2 this thrift shop first n hehe the workers there r queer n cute and they were rly sweet to talk to#and then at the mall there was this black gal from Texas and this other old black lady who was just an absolute gem ♡#i think the old lady was my favorite (。ノω\。) i love old ladies sm ♡#she said “it's different but you're making it WORK i Really like your style” (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚tysm ily#idk. today was v lovely. my wardrobe upgrade is def not finished but it was great to start chipping away at it#i needed new pants so bad... the button popped out of my favorite pair and most of what's left is either uncomfortably tight or#are capris or have some sort of bleach stain i usually just cover w some other layers of clothes#i got sm cute pants... most of what i got were pants.. but i got shirts n jackets n other cute things too#(❁´◡`❁) im so happy weeee!!!!!!!!#i feel cute#i AM cute 😤💕 ms ma'am had a great day 2 day!!!
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