#and chill about this and not like it's one of the few things i really really really hate other people using & causes me distress etc.
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I recently obtained a Sprigatito from a professor, and I'm just now realizing that I actually don't really want to have a whole trainer journey thing. What can I do to make home life more comfortable for Via? We already go on daily walks (and she has the cutest little harness) and I'm doing my best to find a house/apartment that's closer to nature (I live in a city as of right now), and I have some pokemon grass in my apartment already, plus I take her to the nearest parks whenever we have time, but I think I could do better.
thankfully sprigatito adapt very well to the house pokemon lifestyle! they tend to be chill little guys.
everything you're doing know is great, but there are a few other things you can provide to help her thrive. while you should obviously have a UV lamp for her to bask in, make sure she also has access to somewhere to bask in true sunlight! the more unfiltered, the better- a catio/screened-in balcony is great for a spriggy to get that access to fresh air and unfiltered sunlight that they really need. you'll know she's doing well when she smells like fresh flowers!
i'd also make sure that you give her a source of moving water, such as one of those fountains, and also let her have some time in your shower a couple times a week. sprigatito are picky about their water, and they're also prone to dehydration; you can help keep her healthy and her fur in good condition by giving her the chance to experience "rain" with a soft spray of water from above.
finally, in addition to the grass, i'd make her a nice planter of a variety of herbs and flowers! she'll help keep the flowers in good shape by tending to them, and it'll give her a nice place to lounge to have her own little "garden"
good luck with her! she sounds like a sweetie!
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sucking plug!Sevika’s dick (real or fake i ain’t complaining) in the car after we smoked together… sighhhhhhh i’ll do anything for her
sameeee
men and minors dni
the music is turned down low, the car is filled with smoke and the soft light of dusk. sevika's sitting back in her reclined driver's seat, giggling at some dumb joke she'd made, and her shirt's ridden up a bit, revealing a strip of her waist.
she looks delicious.
you take the final drag off the joint, then toss it out the cracked window beside you before turning your body and attention toward your girlfriend. "we got any more deliveries tonight?" you ask, innocently reaching over the center console to grab her hand. she smirks at you, turning in her seat to face you.
"don't think so." she says. "why?"
you shrug, drawing circles on her hand. "i don't wanna distract you if we've got somewhere to be." you say. sevika grins.
"how're you gonna distract me?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows. you snort, and sevika grins, then pats her lap. you scramble over the center console but surprise her when you don't get in her lap, but sink to the floor between her legs instead. her eyes bulge out of her head and she gasps. "fuck, really?!" she asks, straightening up in her seat and whipping her head around to look out the windows.
there's nothing to be seen-- you're the only car in the whole lot, hidden behind your favorite little tree-- but it's cute how paranoid she is anyways. you giggle, pressing a kiss to her sweat-pant covered thigh and waiting for her to settle back down. "all clear out there, honey?" you tease.
she huffs, flicks your forehead fondly. "you're such a slut when you're high." she says, grinning. you bite her thigh and she giggles, and you grin when you speak.
"oh, it'll be a quick chill smoke sesh babe." you imitate sevika from earlier in the night. she giggles, and you tug at her waistband, getting a glimpse of her cock. "then you show up fuckin' hard packing. and somehow i'm the slut?" you ask.
sevika just giggles and shrugs. "maybe i just know you well enough to know you get needy when you're high." she suggests, bending down to kiss your lips. "maybe i know how much you like havin' my cock in your mouth."
you shiver, and sevika smirks against you before leaning back in her chair. you quickly pull her dick out out of her pants, and both of you moan as it flops out.
she's wearing both of your favorite dick-- she likes it because it's so lifelike, you like it because it stretches you no matter where she's putting it. in your cunt, in your mouth, even your hand can't reach its base all the way.
you don't waste time before ducking down and spitting on her dick, pumping it a few times.
you've been dating for almost a year, and by far one of your favorite things you'vee discovered about her in that year is that she gets off on you touching her straps just as much as you touching her cunt. if not more.
when you touch her cunt, she's all moans and stuttered half sentences. but when it's her cock-- she's still got the clarity of mind to spew filthy shit to you. like now.
"fuck-- fuckin' love your mouth on me honey." she whines as you start bobbing your mouth up and down the first few inches of her cock. "yeah, baby, get it all nice 'n messy for me." she groans as your drool starts escaping your lips, coating the remainder of her cock you've yet to fit in your throat.
you'll get there.
for now, you focus on steadily stroking her base, bobbing your head at the tip, making a sufficiently drooly mess of her. sevika loves messes. which is a good thing, because her sweat pants-- bunched around the base of her dick-- are growing damp with a puddle of your spit.
"i love you so much, baby, shit, look at you go-- fuckin' me so well."
"mmhngg" you grunt around her. she groans.
"yeah honey, take it." fuck, her words do something to you. you sink down a few more inches, almost reaching her base, choking and sputtering. she growls, reaching up to press you down the final few inches, your nose pressed against her pelvis as you gag around her. "there you go-- that's it baby, fuck!"
sevika pulls you off and you gasp, she shoves her tongue in your mouth before you can even clean up the drool on your chin. you hum against her.
"you're so fuckin' hot." she whispers against your lips. you giggle, reaching between the two of you to continue jerking her off as she rambles against your lips. "y' look so pretty-- your eyes all pink and cryin' as you choke on my cock-- fuck, look at the pretty stain you left on my dick." she mutters, gesturing down at the pretty ring of pink lipgloss at the base of her dick. you giggle.
"'s on your lips too, y'know." you say. she grins.
"and my cheeks?" she asks. you pull away enough to inspect her, and burst into laughter when you find you've stained her entire face with your bright lipstick.
"yep." you assure. "didn't miss a spot." you promise. she grins.
"good." she shifts her hips a bit, and you giggle, knowing what she wants but wanting to hear her ask for it. "take your shirt off." she demands. you snort.
"you first." her shirt's in the backseat before you can finish your sentence. you giggle, and then raise your arms, letting her strip you. she sighs when your tits are free, reaching forward to give them each a nice squeeze before sitting back in her chair.
"alright. back to it." she says, smacking her thighs. you giggle.
"no please?"
sevika rolls her eyes, then grunts. "please."
you grin, then duck forward and take her down all in one go. sevika gasps, her hips jolting in the chair, and you choke around her cock for a second as she tries to get her humping under control.
"i'm-- you're so-- fuck you feel so fuckin' good." she whines. you moan as you start bobbing your head again, one of sevika's hands holding your hair out of your face, the other holding the 'oh shit' bar on the roof.
you reach one of your hands up to press just underneath the strap, right against her cunt through her sweats as you continue to bob your head on her cock. she whimpers, "oh!" and her hand comes flying down for her to bite her knuckles as she starts to cum. "mmmbaby!" she squeals, thrusting her hips up and choking you just a little more as she cums.
you pull off with a gasp, spit soaking your neck and chin, tears running down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath. sevika's giggling and grinning at you, reaching up to help you wipe the mess on your face clean. "good?" you ask, kissing her palm. she bursts into another round of giggles at this.
"come up here." she hooks her arms under your armpits and pulls you up into your lap, nuzzling against your face. "i love you." she mumbles. you kiss her temple.
"love you too. is my makeup a mess?"
"you cried some of your eyelashes off." sevika giggles. you groan, and she gently pinches your ass. "now... you want me to fuck you in the backseat or take you home and fuck you in bed?" she asks. you giggle and consider your options.
"if we go home, we can take those fuckin'... arousal edibles you were talking about earlier." you whisper. sevika grins, then launches forward to kiss you so suddenly your back hits the horn.
you both jump as the car lets out a 'beep!' in the abandoned lot. then, you both burst into giggles. "you're so fuckin' smart and so fuckin' hot-- how'd i get so lucky?" she asks you as you crawl into the passenger seat.
"well-- you lemme smoke a whole lotta weed for free, that was a pretty good start." you joke as she starts the car. she snorts, and you reach over, tucking her hair behind her ear. "also... y'know. you're gorgeous." you say, shrugging. sevika grins, stops the car in the middle of the abandoned lot, and darts over the center console to kiss you. you hum against her lips, then smack her shoulder. "c'mon drive! you need to get me home."
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The Lost Boys
Leisure Headcanons
💋 David 💋
Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)
Has his own gun hidden in the cave.
Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.
Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.
Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.
I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.
I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.
💀 Dwayne 💀
Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD
Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.
A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.
Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.
Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.
Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.
Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.
🌿 Paul 🌿
Can play the guitar.
Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.
Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.
Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.
Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.
When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.
When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.
🪶 Marko 🪶
Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.
He did in fact not domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.
He does his own patchwork on his jacket.
Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.
He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.
He collects sea shells on the beach.
He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.
🔥Pack Activities🔥
Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.
Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?
Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.
Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.
And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.
Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!
I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.
Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#david tlb#david the lost boys#dwayne tlb#dwayne the lost boys#paul tlb#paul the lost boys#marko tlb#marko the lost boys#tlb headcanons#my headcanons#headcanon#hc#share your thoughts
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Hi! I’m the anon that requested the handholding prompt, and I just wanted to say thank you. It was everything I could have hoped for and more!! It made me smile!!
If you are still taking requests, I would request Jo/Egan with the prompt touching foreheads or bandaging/stitching an injury. As you can see, I couldn’t decide between one prompt, once again. I look forward to whatever you write and of course, never feel pressured to write anything. I hope you are doing well 🫶🏼
Hello anon! Thank you so much for your lovely message. I'm so glad you liked that prompt, and I appreciate your understanding very much. I've kept "bandaging/stitching an injury" on my list, and filled this one for "touching foreheads."
This is my first try at Bucky POV, and we kind of ended up on the depression-nap side of things (see my terrible header below). Thank you to @mercurygray for helping me work the end. Bucky Egan x War correspondent OC.
Six months.
And he’s felt every minute of every one, or at least it seems that way on days like this. Gray as all hell, like a storm gathering over the lake. Every minute if you didn’t count the gaps, the headaches, the days he sleeps away, the things he couldn’t remember those first few weeks. His jaw still wakes him in the night, dull if he’s lucky, a screaming pain if he’s not. He can never forget the things he’d actually want to forget, can he? Now that would be too easy.
Never coughed up an explanation for Buck either, even when Buck looked at him sideways about something or the other. Even if he wanted to, his throat goes dry at the thought, like the dust and dirt along the floorboards.
Holding onto it gives him something to hold onto, at least. The anger.
Six months of this damn nightmare, the bloodshot bone-chilled day and night. Different nightmare than the sky. He has those too. This is the kind of dream where you’re stuck in it, you can’t move, there’s footsteps outside the door. He’d had those as a kid. Terrified him.
It’s sure not the the kind they nail up pictures for, paper edges catching on the unfinished timber, hoping to summon some kind of vision. He’s so tired he’s practically drooling into the pillow, letting his eyes wander far enough along the wall that it hurts, over Rita and Ginger and Ava’s shining faces.
There are pictures kept in books too, pouches and the occasional wallet, those all but sewn into jacket pockets. Girls back home.
Not even a letter. Not one goddamn letter, he thinks, the sigh of it harder than seems fair to his mother or his sisters, trying to get around the mail delays and sending cards for every holiday they could think of. What the hell even was Arbor Day, anyway?
(“Trees,” Brady had said, not looking up from the keys of his saxophone.
“...right.”)
He thinks about Texas, and Florida, and Idaho, and Nebraska. Girls and dresses and perfume, manicured hands, no dirt around them. Marge’s friend, he can’t remember her name, pretty, dark hair, disinterested in a kiss but amenable to dancing. They’d all wanted to forget, right? Not when you’re flying out the next day.
He thinks of Lil, the cupid’s bow of her lip and the goosebumps under her sweater. She’d wanted to forget too. A brother somewhere in…he can’t remember now. Burma? Her grandfather hadn’t had too many nice words for him, John. Not that he could blame the man.
He thinks of Jo. Crouched over that little green typewriter the way Brady fiddles with his sax, the sound of the bell, the sound of the keys. Like Buck over the radio. The way she looked up at him, like she’d just realized something important. The way she smelled when she let him get close enough, like flowers after a spring rain.
The air’s sour in here, and cold. Showering helps, besides freezing your damn balls off.
He lets himself think it, about his head in her lap in the grass, or on a sofa, or anywhere, really, where she’s leaning down and she’s touching him, the little calluses on her hands, and her forehead close to his.
It hurts too much, and maybe he can admit it, here in this damn coffin of a bunk, mattress about as comfortable as one, that maybe she’d wanted to forget too.
You don’t kiss like that, he thinks, with acid in his throat, when you care what comes next.
She writes like she cares, though. She writes like she believes in all of them, like it’s real and not just what her paper wants or somebody wants to hear.
Maybe he can admit that now, if he doesn’t think about the note she’d left.
He’d rather think about anything else, hell, he’d rather walk outside with no shoes on, listen to the Yankees lose by a single run.
He’d rather wish this damn pillow was a different kind, her thigh or her body or her forehead, even, pressed against his. Not that he’d admit it out loud.
And her mouth right there, he thinks, like he can just make that half-second trip to kiss her, and kiss her again.
#masters of the air oc#mota oc#bucky egan x oc#john egan x oc#shoshi writes#jo's tag#motaverse#anonymous#i am...still figuring this out
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One of my favorite things in the Harry Potter fandom is how we all *know* Lucius Malfoy is so fucking tired of hearing about Harry Potter.
It (of course) starts when Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, the gossip and hero worship (or hatred) he could not escape, he’s a well known public figure he needs to be able to socialize with the general population. It’s fine, he told himself, it will die down in a few years. Then I will be free of Potter.
Then comes his son’s first year. September 1st 1991 he gets a letter from his son. The first words are “Harry Potter refused to be my friend” nothing about the sorting besides a footnote. No he gets five paragraphs detailing his son’s interaction with Potter. It’s fine, he told himself, my son will eventually get over this (he never does). Then I will be free of Potter.
Then Voldemort is resurrected. And all he talks about is Harry Potter. Capturing him, torturing him, killing him. Doesn’t matter what the conversation starts as. It will always turn back to Harry Potter. It’s fine, he tells himself, my lord will eventually kill the boy. Then I will be free of Harry Potter.
The battle of Hogwarts. Harry Potter is dead. Lucius feels a deep sense of relief for the first time in roughly 8 years. His son can’t keep complaining about the boy, the dark lord has succeeded and the general public will surely be banned from speaking of the boy. He’s finally free.
And then. After being hit by a killing curse in front of his eyes. Harry Potter takes off his invisibility cloak and shows everyone he’s alive. And then he wins the war.
And Lucius dies a bit on the inside. Not because his lord is dead. Not because he will probably be locked away in Azkaban.
No. It’s because now more than ever, everyone will be talking about Harry Fucking Potter.
I’d like to believe it drove him to a mental breakdown.
(And then, post war he’s just chilling as a hermit or something, maybe in Azkaban, relieved that he can’t really talk to people so they can’t bring up Harry Potter. And his son walks in and says he wants to introduce his new boyfriend.
And it’s Harry. Fucking. Potter.
He tries to jump out a window.)
#fandom#harry potter#lucius malfoy#voldemort#draco malfoy#headcanon#Lucius losing his mind#he just wants to know why everyone is obsessed with this boy#everyone is obsessed with Harry Potter#Lucius has regrets#fan theory#If drarry happens post war Lucius just breaks down#because he will never escape Harry Potter#drarry
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How do you think the study group would react to transfem Abed?
I may not be the best person to ask this because i've never had to come out to like a group of friends or anything but I shall do my best. Here is:
a journey back to my old post format (but with much less parentheticals (i'm lying I promise))
Abed: happy. she'd be happy.
Britta: WAY too supportive. which, you know, isn't technically a bad thing but she just doesn't know when to chill out sometimes. she's like yeah!! feminism!!! which is great, but she's also screaming and Abed wants to just Be
Shirley: hesitant at FIRST. but then she looked into it, asked some questions, and was more accepting. she took the stance of "if any of my kids were like this too, I want them to be safe with me" like how she is with queer people in general
Jeff: initially, a little confused. I think Jeff would take more of a step back for the first little while like maybe a day or two but then of course extend his own congratulations. the pull back isn't because of transphobia, no no no. it's because Jeff is too busy thinking you can do that? you can just like???? do that???
Annie: one of the first people to know, obviously. got really REALLY excited, decided to plan a second gender reveal party for her, and then dialed it back when that was a little too much. still super supportive, and will murder anyone who gets in her way
Troy: you knew it was coming. i'll also say.... somewhat hesitant. yes, I know, unexpected, but hear me out: Abed would also be hesitant to tell Troy because she doesn't know if their relationship is entirely dependent on them being both guys. she doesn't know if her identity is going to completely ruin their friendship, but Troy is like extremely accepting? so she tells him about how stupid she was to worry and it kinda hurts. like wow, you thought I would just abandon you? you thought you weren't going to be my best friend? and it takes them like a few days to get back to their normal relationship.
i'm not sorry
#I finally odn't have a fever of 101 so I can get to my asks :DD#there's only two lmao#community#community nbc#nbc community#jeff winger#britta perry#troy barnes#abed nadir#annie edison#shirley bennett
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Throwback to when someone referred to me as the matpat of transformers
#very few will remember this because it really happened so casually and also... almost 2 years ago now#in the era I like to refer to as this blog's prime#on a little post someone tagged me in#and I was such a champ about it. I was so normal and did not make a scene#but I think about it at least once a month#it really was so crazy. what did I even do#I still don't know if I should be offended or not. I know it was written to place me in high regards#but that somehow made it hit so much harder#it's the type of thing that happens and you gasp and talk about it in discord but it doesn't feel that crazy. and then you look back and go#I can't believe that was a real thing that was said to me#I can't believe.. if only for a moment.. that is how I exist in someone's mind#Mac mumbles#the titles I was given in 2021... the range#chill laid back guy#bug in a jar anon wants to study#uptight annoying prick#insane individual trying to pass off as a chill laid back guy#<- favourite one btw#and lastly#the matpat of transformers#what an era
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actually I think the thing about being a youth leader is that 25% of it is teaching about God, 25% is playing fun games, and more than that though 50% of it is making a safe space for kids to be. not to try and make them believe, not so they'll be open or anything. just. a 100% no stakes, safe place for them to just BE. whatever else comes after that. and I don't just mean physically safe, two-adults-in-the-room-at-all-times, et cetera. I mean emotionally safe. I mean not hitting them over the head with scripture, not trying to help them feel better or any particular way. just... a no-judgment, emotionally safe place to exist as kids.
#I'm convinced that my time on Tumblr helps me with this tbh. idk how to explain it but it does#I had one kid this weekend really overtired and stressed out just uncontrollably crying and like. the goal there#is not to make them feel better or stop crying. the goal is to be a safe person for them to feel those things with#does that make sense???#another one doesn't believe in God at all but told me about some really heavy stuff and like. the goal isn't to start#talking their ear off about Jesus it's just to be a safe place for them to come to. this kid didn't want prayer during ministry time#but I did casually tell them at the end of our conversation that I would be praying for them anyway. you have to keep it chill#and not put pressure on them yknow??? they're kids#idk.#adventures in youth group#anyway pray for a few kids in particular I won't share any more detail than I did here but some stuff got shaken loose for sure#Lu rambles
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some highlights from 3 October's entry:
Top left: "With his left hand he held both Mrs. Harker's hands, keeping them away with her arms at full tension; his right hand gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom. Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled down the man's bare breast which was shown by his torn-open dress."
Top right: "Her face was ghastly, with a pallor which was accentuated by the blood which smeared her lips and cheeks and chin; from her throat trickled a thin stream of blood; her eyes were mad with terror. Then she put before her face her poor crushed hands... and from behind them came a low desolate wail".
Bottom left: "She shuddered and was silent, holding down her head on her husband's breast. When she raised it, his white night-robe was stained with blood where her lips had touched, and where the thin open wound in her neck had sent forth drops."
and
"Harker was still and quiet; but over his face, as the awful narrative went on, came a grey look which deepened and deepened in the morning light, till when the first red streak of the coming dawn shot up, the flesh stood darkly out against the whitening hair."
Bottom right: ""Hush! there is someone in the corridor!" I got up softly, and crossing the room, gently opened the door.
Just outside, stretched on a mattress, lay Mr. Morris, wide awake."
#my art#dracula#dracula daily#just a few doodles to get this entry out of my system because holy hell what an entry#cw blood#mina harker#mina murray#jonathan harker#quincey morris#to have all this chaos in dracula happen on my birthday makes this entry extra banger to me hahaha#cw assault#one of these is not like the others lolol#man the aftermath of this is like. chilling. like truly the low point but also the turning point? from here the count is on the run#and jon definitelt wont stop till he gets vengence lol#but i cant help but think of the seeking vengence thing in comparison with shakespeare the rape of lucrece where lucrece is telling the men#who want to avenge her by killing tarquin#that their actions are essentially useless and it wouldnt really help her#theres deeper meaning but its the about gist of it. i cant help but compare that to minas plea to jon to stay when he wanted to go and#immediately hunt down the count too like ik we readers are baying for the counts blood at this point#but its interesting to think of how this idea of vengence and honour intersects with gender stuff in the novel. esp given victorian ideals
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Dumb deities au concept
Someone comes up with the brilliant idea to put Jake and/or Brooke in charge of some social media content, especially around this new exhibition
The problem?
Brooke has almost zero idea how to even work a phone properly and Jake doesn't understand social media
It becomes clear very quickly after watching Brooke and Jake attempt to make videos that maybe the 'youngest' out of them are not actually the best option
#lohst.txt#bmc#be more chill#jake dillinger#brooke lohst#deities au#awkward tiktoks are how Michael finds them#This is 100% inspired by tiktoks of museum people talking about their collections and preservation and restoration#Jake has had more important things to worry about than mastering social media#I like to think this takes place in the few weeks following Brooke's 'mysterious arrival' as Jake's partner/assistant/whatever lie they tell#Jake finally seems to be more sociable and the two of them could bounce off each other#So in theory it seems like a good idea#In reality not so much#But I think eventually Brooke would figure it out pretty quickly#Messing with Jake's phone while he works#As Brooke gets more comfortable being free she begins chatting to Jake's coworkers#(her coworkers too. She's just somehow become part of the team but no one complains. No one really knows what she does but no one complains)#I'm losing my train of thought#And I feel like these ideas are going to start becoming not coherent#And it's late so I'm going to stop now
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have some f1 au doodles i did over these past days >:D
Simon now has people that r both his equals in every shape or form and have been dealing with his bullshit for 15+ years. he’s not sure he likes the concept.
(it’s called having friends my dude)
#franco rabbit mauchen#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#juliette regard dione#wanted to doodle some outfits and realised that simon is completely fashion averse#having his own merch is one of the chillest thing that couldve ever happen to him#but he also has friends now that annoy the shit outta him#also#rabbit took that pic of gaz#i like to think that when they were teammates rabbit just took weirdly aesthetic pics of him all the time#their whole insta was just an absolutely jumbled mess and then sometimes a beautiful pic of gaz#ajekyllsart#still fucking about btw#but gooooooooooooodd ive not been up to par these past few days#eater really took me out and there hasnt been a chill moment ayayayay#f1 au
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took a bunch of clothes to my mom's to wash them since my washing machine is still down and she said 'ill do it dw about it' and threw my favourite white top in with the colours. i no longer have a favourite white top :)
#and i cant even be mad at her because her husband is dead#lol and lmao#anyway the top is now the ugliest greyish minty colour and it looks horrible#normally i wouldnt mind. like there were two white tops and the other also got dyed and idc#but this one had a more unique idc shape? whatever you call that. and it was one of the very few crop tops#that really made me feel good about my body. like not even 'ok i guess i dont look like something that crawled out of a garbage bin'#but genuinely 'good'#and it feels so stupid to be this upset over such a small thing but i feel like ive been at the very limit for the last few days#with everyone fucking crying around me#that this genuinely feels like a tragedy to me rn lol#anyway im being nice and i keep saying its no big deal and nvm but ig you can see that im upset#so now SHE'S mad that I'M mad even tho im not even being a bitch about it im just Sad lol#kms#anyway i feel like shit and it all feels so overwhelming and to think that ill have to spend the long weekend in may here too#my dad and his gf will be at my place in wrocław going to concerts cause there's some sort of festival#all my friends will be chilling and having fun#and i cant even go to prague or vice versa because ill have to be here. having the time of my life with my mother and my grandpa#losing my mind and getting panick attacks in the bathroom lol
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#wrote a fucking poem#because a bitch is fucking feeling things#cue venting in the tags because this is where i'm feeling comfortable to do it right now#a while back i caught the love bug for a friend and tbFCKNh it was the very second time i'd ever actually fallen In Love with someone and..#the first time it didn't end well. long story short: i asked him out and he turned me down but we stayed friends and it actually made us..#grow closer regardless. a little while later i'd realized my feelings were Different and it just came out one night when we were having a..#really deep conversation. and i'm glad i told him because it helped me get over him and we got better and things weren't weird at all. we..#stayed really good fucking friends. now i didn't get to see him for a summer and i definitely don't have feelings for him anymore and i'm..#sincerely happy for him and his now partner. i consider him (and always have) my best friend. (among others but he's definitely Up There..#like no. 2 probably) but way too soon after Talking was summer and we were both farthest from everybody and are both the kind of ppl who..#pretty much don't text anyone except like 2 ppl and we are not one of each's 2. today i got to see him and a bunch of our friends for the..#first time since fucking april and god have i missed them all. but seeing him again kinda fucked me up a second. threw me for a massive loop#i got Weird (neg) and i was NERVOUS as HELL at the start and for a few minutes i couldn't figure out what it even WAS because i hadn't felt.#that way in a long time. and i am not about to catch those feelings for him again because No. i chilled out after like 3 minutes bc i got..#reacclimated to being around ppl My Damn Age again and things weren't Weird (neg) anymore. we talked we joked we sincerely said our I Miss..#Yous and we hung out. with everyone and alone for a bit because ppl had gone out and come back and it was FINE it was NORMAL () and we..#were GOOD. we ARE good. and i don't love him in that way anymore. i love him as a friend. and that love is definitely more intense than with#other friends because we have a deeper bond and yes because i Loved him. but the fact is i don't and it's ANNOYING to react like i still do.#and getting nervous like i still do. and i kept worrying that something i'd do might make it seem like i do and i don't and just UGH having.#feelings is annoying. i've never been able to stay friends with someone after having feelings for them at all let alone INTENSE IN LOVE FEEL#INGS!! like wtf!!! and this is sincerely one of the best friendships i've ever had and i don't want to and Won't. lose him especially for..#this but god DAMN am i not having it right now. and my head's been spinning like a fucking tornado in the 5min ride home and i accidentally.#wrote it out in a poem because the words wouldn't go anywhere when i just tried to brain dump about it because Of Course They Did. because i#can't think about this man in anyway except poetically and i can't write a poem unless it's about love in some degree and just UGH love is#and i'm gonna leave it there because i'm running risk of repeatin myself.#if you read all this i positively adore you and also you need to touch some grass bc reading the vents of internet dwellers is for suckers#i am just kidding i really do sincerely appreciate you and love you very very much thank you for caring#please ignore the following organizational tags:#writing#poetry
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#pickle pontificates#i need to find a nice chill blog to follow for a certain fandom because I've been braving the wild west of the tag for a few weeks#and I'm sick and tired of seeing weird braindead discourse that's just rehashing stuff from every fandom ever and refusing nuance#i hate shipping discourse. sick of it#liking a ship or hating a ship does NOT make you morally superior or inferior or say anything about your political opinions#(in and of itself anyway)#like. yeah i don't ''get'' a lot of ships and don't really love any for this particular thing#but like. people are going to ship. they're going to ship things that don't make sense to you.#they're going to ship ''the wrong couples'' and ''the wrong genders'' (???) and there's nothing you can do about that#it's fair to vent about ships you don't care for or understand and it's fair to enthuse about ships you love#what i don't get is discourse with ppl vaguing in main tags back and forth like there's a debate to be had#there's not. there is no debate to be had in matters of preference#if ppl were really debating what makes canonical sense then sure. you could debate that#but there are only like two or less implied canonical ships in this fandom and NO official ones#NOTHING makes canonical sense. SHIPPING IS PREFERENCE. shipping is almost always inherently nonsensical to varying extents#you're not going to change anyone's preferences or behavior by complaining about a widespread cross-fandom phenomenon that's now here#this is an adult/teen story with adult characters aimed at an adult demographic#be an adult and mind your own business instead of acting like it's a moral social justice crusade to engage in shipping discourse#mkay rant over#okay to respond/reply btw i just don't want this in tags
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dad wanted to join instagram to keep up with some of his friends and when he downloaded the app it immediately automatically logged him into one of MY accounts and let me tell you I've never been so naked and afraid
#quil's unholy underworld#we were just chilling eating grapes and he was like hey I tried to join ig#it logged me into your account for some reason#and I just went....it did WHAT#not that I'm doing anything he can't know about or that he'd react badly#i just like to compartmentalize some things#i've got my irl life and my online life#and I am careful about the few overlaps#luckily it logged him into a long since abandoned bookstagram account I never really did anything with#not the one associated with this tumblr#so. now gotta do something about that#that was a rather unnerving couple of minutes#(he deleted the app after and was like eh i'll fix that later I don't wanna pry)
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#how do i tell my sister that while i appreciate the thought it is in fact not nicer if she takes the couch occasionally and lets me have my#room sometimes. first of all i HATE disruptions like this it's kind of even more distressing 2 be able 2 sleep in#my own room for one night and then i can't again!!! that sucks net zero!!! second of all She Has My Quilt.... trying very hard 2 be normal#and chill about this and not like it's one of the few things i really really really hate other people using & causes me distress etc.#also like i explicitly said 'hey haha don't do this please' & then she did anyway. which she does!!! i forgot about that!!!#also like man i dont fucking want to sleep on someone's used sheets & blankets that's gross. so im arguably less cosy than i would be. gggh#this all seems like.... very minor and stupid im sure however man im like constantly in a state of middling to severe distress over this#shit. because i in fact also hate people going through my shit or being in my room and also having no privacy however#im very good with suppressing and or masking how much i hate it usually!!!!! but dude she fucking hung her laundry & underclothes#to dry or air on top of my fucking books on my shelves. like. ghghhh hate it hate it cant SAY i hate it because of the everything!!!#ok. sorry. minor pressure cooker escape valve complaining over now im gonna go sleep awkwardly on top of the blankets on my own bed with#some throw blankets. leaving my door open for the beafts if she closes it in the morning bc she thinks she knows what i want ill scream.#txt#neg#this is like private kvetching btw ok i love her dearly it's just unbelievably frustrating.
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