#tonight was my late class
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i really love my friends
#had like. 10 people over tonight plus my housemates and it was. so nice#not everyone knew eachother but we all just chilled and ate food and played games and i . needed it#ive been. lonely lately. and it really felt like it was the first time in a while i could take my mind off things and relax#ive. been taking steps forward#i’m gonna take only four classes next semester I think. and get back into my hobbies and my solo art#im gonna try and go see live music more often and stuff like that#maybe go home on weekends more frequently#i am. going to try#i still cant believe how many friends i have#going to zero to 1 to like. so many has been quite the transition#im trying to be more outgoing
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i'm so excited for the new packs features i had to build something from scratch for the first time ever. can't wait to play with row houses omfggg
#its not done in the slightest just posting it for the sake of posting something#hi been a week or so lol#i've been in england#happy to be home but miss my family already buhhh#i'm fucking wrecked too i barely slept the whole time#i'm late for class but i need to go buy a red bull or i will pass out#hopefully will ctch up with simblr tonight
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Footy RPF Fictober, day 2 - injury
also available on ao3
MINDLESS NONSENSE!!!! also side-note writing about Gary having tight muscles that need a massage is making me very aware of how tight MY muscles are. massage roller save me....
carraville, set vaguely while they're off on one of their little trips to film the overlap on tour
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Jamie hauls a limping Gary out of the lift and into his hotel room, lets him put his weight on him as he gingerly lowers himself to sit down on the bed with a wince.
What a drama queen, honestly. They’d been spending their afternoon off of filming on the beach with Roy and Wrighty – a chance to relax, but of course Gary Neville’s not relaxed a day in his life and he’d started getting antsy after a few minutes on a sun lounger.
Jamie’s also not much for sunbathing, so he’d found them a frisbee and they’d been playing around with it when Gary had suddenly done a weird little hop mid run and gone ‘ooh, fuck, I’ve done me ‘amstring’ in that squeaky little voice of his.
So now: Jamie’s left Roy and Ian at the beach (not that they’d notice if he was there or not anyway) to bring Gary back to the hotel, tease him a bit about being an old man with a broken-down body, and then get back to enjoying his day.
But Gary just looks so miserable, like he feels guilty for not being a twenty-something anymore, like he’s just personally ruined their whole trip, and Jamie feels – well, he should try do something, shouldn’t he?
“D’you want me to—” he gestures vaguely at Gary’s leg, not sure if he should say it. If it’s allowed. “I mean, I do an alright massage, if yer –"
“Oh.” Gary blinks. “Oh, I – ha. Thought you were just gonna give me an ibuprofen and leave me to ‘ave a nap or something.”
“Oh,” Jamie echoes. “Yeah, no, that – makes more sense, doesn’t it? I’ll just –” he looks around the room, all of a sudden feeling slightly desperate. Does he even have any ibuprofen on him? Does Gary?
“Massage sounds nice, though.”
Gary isn’t looking at him as he says this, is fidgeting with the starched white sheets on the bed instead. Oh, Jamie thinks again. Oh, he’s not used to asking for help.
A memory hits him, unwelcomed, of a summer’s day a lot like this one. But instead of the warm sands of Italy he’s on the battered grass of Melwood, instead of Gary sitting awkwardly at the end of the bed like a child waiting for a telling-off it’s –
He shakes the thought off.
“Go on then,” he replies, nodding towards the bed. “On your front. And off with those shorts, eh Gaz?”
Jamie’s never felt right using that nickname for Gary, but it’s a necessary evil. ‘Cause otherwise he’d just be a man asking another man to strip for him. So: Gaz it is.
Gary rolls his eyes but he shifts his shorts off – he’s got black boxers on underneath, big fucking surprise. Jamie could’ve told you that without even needing to look; he’s pretty sure it’s the only kind of underwear he owns.
Jamie goes into the bathroom to fetch the hotel-brand body lotion trying to pass itself off as fancy, then he hovers awkwardly at the edge of the bed, kind of half-kneeling half-standing next to Gary as he tries to work out how to do this in the least questionable way possible.
“Where’s it worst?” he asks, cringing at the way his voice cracks, just a tiny bit. Probably not even noticeable.
Gary hums in thought. “Hamstring,” he says simply.
Well, duh.
He eventually realises that Jamie’s not making a move because he needs more information, so he takes another second then says, “uh, think it’s the centre muscle. Maybe six inches up from my knee.”
Jamie spreads his hand over the back of Gary’s thigh, runs a firm line over the muscle with his thumb. “Here?”
“Hmm, bit lower maybe.”
Every muscle in Gary’s thigh is tight, left unattended for god knows how long. But Jamie knows it when he’s got it, feels the hard knot of muscle that makes his whole leg twitch when he presses into it. Slowly, slowly, he starts working at it, tries to stay gentle so he doesn’t put Gary off when he’s just barely started.
“Mmph,” Gary says, his voice muffled by the pillow, “you’re not bad at this, y’know.”
Jamie digs his thumb into the muscle hard, just ‘cause he can. It twitches involuntarily under the pressure, and Gary lets out a displeased, squeaky sort of hum. Then, after a few seconds, he watches smugly as the tension holding Gary’s entire body rigid starts to fade, as he relaxes back into the mattress.
“I’m serious.” Gary tries to twist around and look at Jamie, moving to prop himself up on one elbow. Jamie pushes him in the shoulder so that he lies back down. “D’you take a class or somethin’? Don’t think I’ve had a half-decent massage since before I retired.”
“Bloody cheapskate,” Jamie mutters. Because of course Gary would never go out and pay for a massage. Though to be fair to him that’s probably less because of the cost and more because it’s never occurred to him that he might need one. “No classes, no. What, you think I can’t just be naturally talented?”
He can practically hear Gary rolling his eyes. “Just tryin’ to make conversation, James. Makes it less like I’m just lying half naked in a hotel room while another man feels me up.”
“Steady on, lad. There’s a long list of people I’d rather be feelin’ up right now than you.”
“Mmm,” Gary says. He sounds softer than Jamie’s used to, less frantic. “You do this for Nicola? She’s into her running, right? Bet she appreciates havin’ a masseuse at her beck and call.”
Jamie freezes, just for a moment. The sun beaming through the windows is warm on his back, and if he closes his eyes he can almost convince himself that he’s some other place, some other time. In his memories it’s always summer, warm and hazy and sweet. God, Carra, no wonder the girls all like you so much.
He shakes himself back to reality, back to Gary and his troublesome hamstring – or rather now his calf, because as Jamie works his way down his leg he’s realising there’s not a single relaxed muscle in his body. Typical Gary, of course.
“Not for Nicola, no,” he says, all light and conversational like. “She’d rather go to a professional. No need to risk my meaty hands making things worse.”
“Oh, right.”
Who, then? Gary kindly doesn’t ask. After all, he’s the expert in half-truths, in talking his way neatly around a subject until you forget the question ever crossed your mind.
Gary’s still built like a defender. Solid, stocky. Thick thighs that were never going to make him a sprinter but could get him in the air, could win him his fair share of tackles. There’s a faded surgery scar on his knee, a few more scattered over his ankle, his foot. Jamie’s not sure he could name a single footballer that doesn’t have scars like that.
Is all this really worth it? he’d asked once, a few lifetimes ago. He’d got a call from Mo, late evening, and he’d gotten straight into his car and driven half an hour to find him home alone, lying on his plush carpet with his face twisted in agony. And the only person he’d tried to call was Jamie. He always used to call Jamie.
Don’t be stupid, Carra, he’d said. He’d been trying to sound confident, cocky, but it had been through gritted teeth as Jamie tried to ease his leg back to a useable state. Of course it’s worth it. He’d let out a cry of pain that shot right through Jamie, that made him want to fold in on himself, then he’d looked him straight in the eyes and said it again. Of course it’s worth it.
“Sometimes,” Gary says now, interrupting the scene in Jamie’s mind, “sometimes, when it’s really cold I still feel an ache in my foot.”
Jamie’s nowhere near his foot, so he’s not sure why he’s bringing it up at all, but then –
“Becks used to get the same. An’ it’s so stupid, isn’t it? The things that make us – but every time I feel it, I wonder if he’s feeling it too. And I wonder if he’s thinkin’ the same about me, d’youknowwhatImean?”
The Foot, the papers used to call it, and The Foot’s Best Friend. Jamie kneads his fingers into Gary’s calf, thinks about all the times he’s gone through the same motions a on slimmer pair of legs, wonders if Michael ever thinks about calling him again when he’s in pain. Feels a twinge of guilt that he doesn’t ever really think about Michael at all.
He clears his throat. “That any better?”
Gary shuffles to sit upright, stretches his leg out like he’s testing it still works after such a grievous injury as the minor hamstring pull he’s suffered. “You know what, I think it actually is. Thanks, Carra. Maybe I should keep you on retainer, eh?”
“Not enough money in the world, Gary, this was a one-time offer.”
#carraville#footyrpffictober#yes it's day 2 and already i am posting Late in the evening.#in my defence i had class tonight. no i did nothing else the rest of the day and couldve been writing instead <3#anyway. jamie giving gary a massage like sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me!#gary suspecting its something to do w mo. and trying to bring the topic up carefully by mentioning becks#can someone PLEASE get these men 6-8 therapy sessions#drabbles
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self reflection (2) preview
#my art#spamton#spamtonposting#scopophobia#scopophobia tw#addisons#addisonposting#addison spamton#spam e. mail#big shot spamton#wip#ask to tag#thought abt digitizing and coloring everything tonight for the second part but decided against#I dont wanna stay up late again i got class tomorrow#speaking of which sorry for the lack of art posts (well. More than usual)#I actually have been drawing i just keep forgetting to post my stuff lol (plus been busy w/ school)#will try to post more art ive already drawn this month#anyway enjoy this preview lol#part 2 will come whenever but likely soon#im not in a rush
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i think its pretty awesome that you can go online and look at cool plants & animals whenever you want for free
#muffin mumbles#this post took me an hour to make because for whatever reason i decided i had to color code this by word type??#and between double checking word classes(?) and changing the colors i used for each word type#cause i hate having the default orange and red tumblr text next to each other. i kept messing with it#the bold doesnt mean anytryinf rhough i just wanted to emphasize those bits i like bold text#anyway im gonna keep ramblinf in tags if i dont stop myself#so rhis post + my schexuled post i saw posted like an hour ago (which i totally forgot about) is all u get for tonight#probably. maybe. depends how late i stay up in the end#this is it for now. hasta the vista mother fucker
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me when the lambs are siblinging
the context for this is that when they were in america for Legoland, they went and saw Wrestlemania! Ezra made Penny buy them Undertaker shirts and he got his a few sizes too large so that he could wear it longer and keep growing into it.
she's a little late, but technically fits with @june-doe-event's legoland prompt!
#they are my sillies#fun fact! this is a drawing from 2022 that i drew in math class on a test study guide#i found a photo and digitalized it tonight while listening to strange aeons videos#ive been wanting to post it/redraw it a lot lately and i finally did it djkfghkdjh#legoland#legoland play#legoland richmond#penny lamb#ezra lamb#the lamb siblings#bird likes to art
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me, the coyote who's just gotten out of the leg trap after five months: man, why do i feel so fucking bad about everything this week?
#del gets personal#five fucking months#i was suicidal! there were days i had Thoughts!#and now im like 'man why do i feel so shitty after class which kidna sucks right now'#im up liek three hours past my bedtime. ive made some mistakes tonight lmao#tbc im like safe and stuff. im just up way way too late for havign work in the morning#just fucking. theres no way to talk about [thoughts] about Five Months In The Shop without it sounding like a sob story#and i dont think il lget any actual useful advice from anyone in person. i think they will tell me to get therapy or suck it up.#already been told the second one several times in several ways by several people#anyway i need to go to bed now. three hours late.
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Getting ready for bed now. Ended up taking no nap. Realized that I have gotten about 4 hours of sleep over the past 58 hours. Which is not recommended.
Also realized upon taking them off that id been wearing my glasses for Most of the past 23 ish hours. Maybe closer to 22 hours (for shower and such). My ear kinda stung a lil when I took it off. Which made me realize how long I'd been wearing them but ALSO the fact that they HAVENT been hurting my ears in daily wear. For a while there, wearing them for too long would make my ears Hurt. Hell, I literally ended up getting scabs on my nose where they rested. But it seems like my body has been adjusting to them... it is accepting that we are a glasses wearer now... this is a marvelous realization
#speculation nation#and now im up in bed and im hanging out with june. who im still kind of mad at for clawing my thumb so bad this morning#(like SORRY i had to move u from my bed!!! instead of my normal tactic of annoying u so much u move urself. i didnt have the TIME!!)#at the same time tho she laid on my stomach for like half an hour while i was trying (and failing) to take a nap last night#which she almost never does. neither of them like sitting on me usually. so it felt...very special.#baby forgiven. also forgiven simply for being baby. June doesnt mean bad by it she's just easily startled & i moved her too quickly...#i was on the way to 20 mins late leaving for class tho i did NOT have the time to take it slow. sorry June.#(cant leave her on the bed when im not here bc the door stays shut so tally wont try to eat my plants when im not watching)#(usually i just smother June with love in the morning so she gets up by herself. Tally too. then i shut the door once theyre both out lol)#anyways i took a melatonin so hopefully TONIGHT after a day with no sleep and a day with half sleep i can actually sleep thru the night.#still mad that i laid down for 3.5 hours last night and couldnt sleep a wink. it was still rest but it could've been SLEEP!!!#whatever. 8 hours sleep here i come#(unfortunately not more than 8 hours bc i have to get up to do my readings. but 8 hours is still better than what ive Been getting lol)#(i'll... try to catch up on my sleep some more over the next few days...)#anyways goodnight 🫡
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Porter: You can hold concentration while you rage?
Gorgug:
#op#is this anything#gorgug thistlespring#my guy invented a whole new class#barbarian artificer#barbaficer#im a little late to the game i know#but im thinking about the bad kids in this chilies tonight#dimension 20 fantasy high
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pain and suffering (it's the 3rd day in a row I have a fucking headache)
#i have class tonight but im gonna skip it I don't want to deal with traveling and shit like this#i probs have low blood pressure again#idk why its been happening so much lately#I've been doing well the past 3 months without low blood pressure problems but now i can't seem to get over it#maybe its my body trying to fight getting sick#my mum had an awful cold and I've been having sniffles and coughing for a bit so its probably that?#idk I'm tired of the headache i want it gone😩
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I want my gf to come back home I can't sleep without her and I'm so tired I'm gonna cry
#5:05 in the morning#I'm gonna die (false)#she said she would be here at 3:45 but she's still with her friends#it's my fault I shouldn't base my habits around her but it's hard not to#I've been tossing and turning for hours now I just can't find sleep#tbh I don't even know if I want to sleep beside her tonight (today) now#I'm a bit tired of her saying she'll be home at a certain time and then pushing and pushing#because while it's not a problem that she has a life well...#I need some semblance of a schedule (not strict or anything but some semblance)#to be able to know when to eat sleep or do things like my online classes or housework#not being sure of anything is really messing with my anxiety at the moment#I talked about it with my gf and she said she would try to at least keep on the loop more#wich I'm grateful for#it's just that today was a bad day and I want cuddles but my lover is with her friends wich is good for her but I'm alone in my bed#and I won't be able to see my mom tomorrow because I'll need to sleep#and even though I see her once every two weeks I kinda want to see her#because I love my mom and I know she is so exhausted by my brothers and my father#being the breadwinner and all#and I want to see her and have her relax and see her 'daughter'#but nope sleep#fuck I'm so tired I didn't think I'd cry#I think the being late is like#the only thing that's hard to deal with in our relationship#because we love each other and everything is working so well but there is this#and idk it hurts me a little bit#words are important to me and keeping to your words is a must
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i feel like the fact that the sun starts coming up at like 5am during the summer is kinda ableist, actually
#for context im taking summer classes rn & this the 3rd time in a week that ive accidentally put myself in a situation where i cant sleep#my sleep schedule has been complete ass for a while and i stood up too late studying tonight#so i couldnt fall asleep before the sun started coming up and now its too bright in here and idk what to do :/#adhd
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#random personal stuff#why must the brain decide late at night when one should be going to bed that now is the time to dredge up the baggage#last night it was Let's Relive the Year I Was Sixteen and Everything Was Awful#tonight it's That Man and the Nightmare Class#NO I don't have time for this#he's evil but he's not my problem anymore#he has no power here anymore but my brain periodically brings this nonsense#enough of this I am going to go to bed and wake up and have my own life tomorrow and the next day and the next day#good night everyone thank you for being real friends
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thank you to the itsv and atsv scores. if anyone got me i know it’s them
#are we ~writing~#yes we ARE#because i have a draft of a research proposal due next week for a peer review assignment and i have Got to get on that#considering staying late tmrw after my classes to do that….#but for tonight. i will indulge and write my silly little stories#arañita wip
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the inherent deliciousness of not having to set an alarm
#i had like a month solid of both early morning appointments and late evening classes#ie; getting HOME at 10 and getting up at 7#(thats not going to bed at 10 i still have to cook and eat dinner)#so the BLISS of returning to my usual schedule of nothing but afternoon/evening work/classes... effervescent.....#i finished at 9 tonight and i do not have to go fucking ANYWHERE in the AM tomorrow
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Currently listening to this 'lofi hip-hop beats to study/relax to' ass hold music for 10 mins while sitting in a towel on my bed post-shower bc I realized I still haven't switched from an online to in-person major for next semester. And apparently this is the ONLY kind of major change I can't do myself through my student portal. I'm supposed to be signing up for fall classes in like an hour from now 😭 Sigh. At least it feels kind of artsy. I've got my little towel hat on and the music is good. I could be someone's manic pixie dream girl rn
#🤓posting#RIGHT AS I WAS ABOUT TO POST THIS A ROBOT VOICE CAME ON AND WAS LIKE 'sorry. there's nobody around to assist you. leave a message' URHGHGHG#I have an advising appointment tomorrow morning so I guess I'll talk to her about it#unless they call me back... but I have another 4 hour rehearsal tonight so#and I'm supposed to be doing my taxes tomorrow morning too urghhfhs#but anyway like. for the past two semesters I have been SO late to registering for classes bc the system sucks ass#and there are so many core classes I still haven't taken (I am a senior next semester)#I COULD keep doing online next semester but like#I'll be living 5 mins from campus so what's the point
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