#you'd get a '12' and it's me--

[mythvoiced]

@stillresolved | ♥

Eunjae is not the kind of person who makes others smile. It's not an inability to do so, it's... they simply don't. They don't put in the effort, they don't care to figure out what drags fondness or humour or even derision out of those around them.

That does not mean, however, that they're particularly against the notion of receiving a smile in response to their words. Especially if it's someone like Annie. They consider it a miracle alone, to see those corners turn upwards for once.

"It'd definitely be more interesting," maybe that's why they indulge - a soft, gone as it came, puckering of their lips as their instincts still them from smiling back - as opposed to how quick they are to usually 'hm' their way out of a conversation. Really gets a rise out of people, that non-committal 'hm'.

It's such a shame one of the few people they'd actually grant words to, is someone they can only see on official business.

"If we're lucky... something big and scary is swimming around there, just waiting for us to provoke it into killing us," like a proper revolt.

"... Didn't think you'd still be interested in water."

[vikdec4i]

did anyone else ever catch this??? he treats a beverage like a finger food. not only is he picking out ice to munch on it like a snack, he's also savoring the lemon garnish.

allow me to reach peak insanity at 3 am type beat here– this actually reflects a lot about asa's character, especially regarding how he treats those around him.

don't go too crazy on me now he might just like to munch on ice and lemon slices–

BUT it fits the atmosphere of the scene since the guy is quite literally consuming mitzi, or what is left of her. which takes form in either taunting her with the remnants of atlas' death or taking jabs at her character.

there's some aspect of gluttony here. as in, despite what he claims to believe, he still sees mitzi as a hurdle to be dealt with. which is why he's been trying to convince, or let's say weed her out of the industry.

we can reflect this back on the 20s in general and how history tends to write women off their very pivotal role in the bootlegging business.

or i mean maybe im just entertaining my past in literature class because... as mitzi says herself: only asa can explain asa

[odysseys-blood]

shout out to all of us who relate heavily to stolas for being baby faced and short

[bueris]

oh you're not meant to feel constantly exhausted are you and you're not meant to ignore it either are you

[blue-banditt]

Ok guys I'm revealing my secret of how I keep myself a functional alcoholic instead of falling into crippling alcoholic territory

These are my rules:

Never start drinking before the sun goes down ( exception of 1 carbonated beverage sipped slowly) // OR never start drinking after 11am if I'm working a nightshift job

get responsibilities done beforehand, at the very least before getting into "absolutely plastered" territory.

eat a decent meal after / while drinking (I can't get myself to beforehand bc "it'll ruin it" sooooo)

DO NOT drink (or smoke weed) for at least 10 hours before a therapy session, or at least 5 hours before meeting with someone you wish to keep an amicable relationship with

under no circumstances operate a vehicle until it's been 12 hours past your last drink. Get a ride or call in sick for work. Its always better to get fired from a job than to murder somebody else with a 10-tonne vehicle

Moderate yourself while in the company of others. That way, they don't catch on.

Lock your doors and turn off your cellphone. Do not contact anyone while drinking unless they are aware of your situation. Do not leave your home/bedroom

Use water as a chaser not some bullshit sugary fruit juice or some shit. Staying hydrated when drinking is so important. Helps with hangovers too. Eating salty foods can help balance electrolytes as well

[silusvesuius]

n*loth's mind got rewired to fruit-salad-thoughts-abt-t*lvas Mode the moment he slapped him like a bitch and t*lvas didn't even have anything to say to dat. he's in such obedient Doormat mode that all he can do is turn his face in disdain away like a damsel and tear up a little bit why am i talking li8ke this actually happened, let me cook though

[tohrus]

welp . due to "unforeseen" circumstances, imma have to leave my toxic ass household :D

[isolophilian]

this is simultaneously both romantic and unsettling. exactly as it should be

[espy-heart]

Day 11!

Riding home at night from my grandparent's house while playing new games my ds was the peak holiday experience.

[tardis--dreams]

Got my employment contract and it sounds so annoying already

[fragglerockopinions]

I'm in so much pain it's embarrassing. I'm going to look back on these memories of me writhing alone too afraid to sleep biting my knuckles crying about nothing and laugh.

[pangur-and-grim]

a lot of you probably knows Belphie's story, but I'll summarize just in case.

Devon Rex cats are better for people with allergies (less shed fur + less Fel d1 protein in their saliva), so on February 16, 2024, I went the breeder route and put down a deposit. before Belphie even opened his eyes, he was mine!

every Friday, the breeder sent me a new photo. I had a broken leg, and was basically rotting in bed at that point, so it was the best part of my week. then, at 12 weeks old, I BROUGHT HIM HOME!

at first, he was so alive! like a wind-up monkey that never shut off. he dangled from the wall-hangings, savaged my feet as I walked, and used my elderly cats as jumping poles to do cool acrobatics over. but all this gradually faded.

first, he stopped playing. then he stopped climbing. then he stopped moving much at all. my vet ran tests on him and found multiple pathogens (calcivrius + mycoplasma), but the medication didn't help - he kept declining.

on September 17th, I woke up to find him swollen like a balloon. we finally had an answer: he had Feline infectious Peritonitis, aka FIP. before 2017, this would've been a death sentence. he would've kept bloating until he drowned in his own fluids. and before 2024, I would've been forced to inject him with black market drugs. but thankfully, South Tower Animal Hospital in Fergus, Ontario was doing a study on the oral medication! we drove two hours, enrolled him, and left with the GS-441524 pills.

and he went from those photos above.....to this:

I thought Belphie would die as a kitten. I'd accepted that he would never grow up. but now he gets to LIVE!

and all for the low cost of $7,553.....ahhhahaha........god.

that + a recent home disaster has wiped out my savings, but I still need to pay for Belphie's medication. to remain in this study, I need to do bloodwork monthly until Feb 2025, and he'll need daily pills until March 2025.

I've put a risograph print + enamel pin set up at greerstothers.shop. I hate asking for help, but if you'd like to support Belphie's continued treatment, please consider checking them out!

[mountaintop-daydreaming]

i knew it was time to get off tiktok for the night when i saw a post where someone said they would feel 100% safe in a room alone with snape and 100% unsafe in a room with james or sirius....😐

[jungtoria]

haters will have you believe that revel aren't close but in reality they literally treat each other like sisters. by which i mean they would give a kidney for each other in a heartbeat but also they would actually just rather die than say something genuinely nice to each other undiluted by ten layers of sarcasm and one million roasts.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Tfw your town has finally got a car boot again every sunday and you managed to find someone selling various dolls for cheaper prices then Ebay would do.

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)