#whatevs.

[crushedsweets]

SCOTCH TAPE not proofread, 862 words, nina's birthday!

Kate sat silently on the porch, swaying back and forth in a rocking chair and absentmindedly scratching the tape on Nina’s present. She watched Toby and Clockwork argue for the nth time that day. 

“Are you fuckin’ stupid? That’s not gonna hold, Toby,” Clockwork held the ladder while Toby used flimsy scotch tape to secure a dollar-tree birthday banner onto the cabin’s gutter. 

“The fuck do you know about-” Toby cracked his neck, nearly choking on the words, “About putting up a banner?”

“What are you even talking about? That tape can barely hold up a flyer!” She spat, lightly shaking the ladder to cement her annoyance. Toby nearly lost balance, tightly gripping the rusty gutter.

“Stop that!” He shouted. The two devolved into further arguments about the durability of the tape. Kate’s gaze eventually lowered, choosing to drown out their voices. She realized she was ruining the wrapping on the gift.

“She’s almost here,” Jack’s smooth voice brought Kate back to reality. She looked up at him with a nod. She knew she made him uncomfortable when she watched him.

Jack was quiet, not sure how to talk to the ever-so-quiet Kate. Eventually, he mentioned that Nina was wearing her nice perfume that day. Kate’s leg began to bounce, a sign of nerves. Or excitement, nobody knew.

Eventually, Clockwork and Toby shuffled off the ladder, haphazardly throwing it to the side of the porch and whirling around. They stood side by side, tense and impatiently waiting. They could hear Nina’s bicycle crunching through the leaves. 

“Oh my god!” Nina gasped, coming to a sudden stop. She hopped off her bike and carelessly let it hit the floor. Her manicured hands rose to cover her mouth, squealing and bouncing in place, “You guys! Holy shit, oh my god!”

“Happy birth- oh, Jesus Christ!” Clockwork was cut off by Nina nearly throwing herself onto her, arms wrapped so tight around her waist that Clockwork lost her breath. Toby barked out a laugh, grabbing Nina under her arms and pulling her off of Clockwork. He pulled Nina’s back against his chest, lifting her off the ground and swinging her around. 

“I put the banner up, asshole, thank me first!” He cackled as she kicked her feet, begging to be put down. The three laughed for a while, leaving Kate and Jack to watch quietly. 

Eventually, Kate stood up. Nina’s head snapped towards her as if she was waiting for the proxy’s involvement. There was a moment of silence in the group while Toby and Clockwork slowly quit pushing Nina around. 

Kate blinked, shuffling uncomfortably under the silence. She hated it when they did this, getting all awkward whenever she went to speak. Or do anything, really. She cleared her throat, holding the wrapped present out for her. Jack was right, she was wearing her nice perfume. Kate’s eyes darted everywhere but Nina, but the second they went up towards the banner… 

Clockwork was right, that shitty scotch tape did not hold, and the banner fell limply over Kate’s head. It didn’t take long before Toby burst out laughing, the others quickly following suit. Nina couldn’t contain her giggles, gently pulling the hot pink banner off Kate’s shoulders. Kate would rather die than sit there a second longer, filled to the brim with annoyance, discomfort, and humiliation. The group’s laughter, Toby and Clockwork’s subsequent arguing about the tape, and Nina’s sympathetic smile killed her.

“This is for me?” She hummed, smiling so bright it almost blinded Kate. She inhaled deeply and nodded, pushing the present into Nina’s hand, like she had to get rid of evidence. Jack had come to stand with the rest of the group. Much to Kate’s relief, the group began chatting all over again, swearing like sailors and poking fun at each other. Nina received the worst of it, getting pinched and pulled at. Something about being the birthday girl, an old lady, whatever it was that would rile her up. 

In the midst of it all, Nina pulled the wrapping off her gift with little regard for the tape Kate already peeled at, letting out a squeal.

“Shut up, this is so cute!” Her voice rose several octaves as she showed off the nail polish set they had all picked out for her. Shimmers, stencils, stickers, gems. Clockwork and Toby had a tight budget this year, and couldn’t stop fighting about what to get Nina… so they forced Kate to help, and this was the first thing she picked out. Clockwork and Toby had no arguments to make.

Nina kept babbling about the gift, the banner, and how much she loved them all. Jack gently guided Nina inside, mentioning how he made something for her. Toby couldn’t help but nudge Kate’s shoulder as they filed into the cabin, flashing her a knowing grin and earning an irritated glare. 

“Stop,” She rasped before he could say anything. Toby just snickered and kicked the door shut behind them, now looking over at Nina nearly screaming and smothering Jack.

“You baked me a fucking cake?!” She cried out, shaking Jack by the arm. As loud as she was, Nina never failed to show gratitude.

[samandmaxfanatic]

some doodles (or sketches?) I made in my free time

Bonus.

[babygirlificationn]

Bunnyworth manga panel re-redraw because the first one was objectively Not Good.

[hyerratia]

I should've made Admiral blue. Darn.

[pyromance]

the difficulty with packing up your room a week before you have to leave your dorm is that in that week you're probably going to use a lot of the stuff. i realized this several days ago but i guess i was hoping the problem at the core here would just stop existing

[factumnihil2]

i think an important part of my recovery is my textile hobbies. the hands-on work is enough to keep me grounded, but not so much that i cannot process emotions during. it's like my breadmaking, i put the emotions into the string and something beautiful emerges.

it's the closest i get to a meditative state. it's let me cope with whatever repressed abuse happened this time of year, in a healthier way than scrubbing my skin raw and losing my shit all the time. instead, the fear is only a thrum in my veins, and i have a strawberry bucket hat to show for it.

[fappellmoan]

😑😑😑 hurried out of bed at the fine hour of 10:30 or whatever so my room and etc could be presentable for an apartment tour at 11. it’s 11:30 and no sign of people just a late text of oh no we’re running late :// i hate this guy patrick kys

[monstrsball]

hi Kennedy!!! rouge+pumpkin+mint+babybel wrapper+mossy moss (of the iwaoisuga variety >:3c )

HEHEHE. iwaoisuga is not a crime it is simply canon (incorrect). i’m glad you follow for the iwaoisuga updates, i am soooo unnormal about them. the lore in my beautiful mind palace is constantly expanding.

[carnelianfoxx]

there's a really funny 3d printing controversy going on btw.

if you don't know, there's a very popular 3d printing model out there called "benchy". this is used for benchmarking your 3d printer because it's a difficult print and will help test it out.

this is so widely used that people make their own little versions of it, remixing the 3d model to make benchy look cooler and stuff. however, a new company owns the benchy license. they are sending copyright takedowns to all those who wrongfully uploaded the benchy model.

of course, this is pissing off the 3d printing community greatly. everyone loved benchy and have used it for years. so someone on reddit decided to make a new model that is designed as a 3d printing stress test. one that works a lot like benchy, and people are freely able to edit it as they please. you know what they called it?

boaty.

[thisisalovestry]

file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

[windwenn]

This drawing made me realise that actually I love the comfort zone and I would like to go back into it. Also that I must draw more tigers.

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[duckysprouts]

when ur just a funky little skater punk hedgehog

(idk if u can tell but only his bangs are straightened, he has braids)

[thotsandpreyers]

“HOPE” spotted in Washington D.C.