Oh I’m SO WHIPPED FOR THAT BOY

𖧵 dream week 2024!

@theshanemartis

​The bar was dark, dank, and sticky—which meant drinks were dirt cheap, the employees were rude as fuck, and the music was like, nonstop whiny, loud early-aughts alt rock. So in hindsight, Dash should’ve assumed Shane would already be intimately acquainted with half the female patrons there. So yeah, sure, that shit was kinda on him. But a guy deserved a little leniency now and again, especially when he thought he was doing a good deed: hooking a friend up. Or friend by his definition. That was a matter of terminology he assumed Shane would add to the rapidly lengthening list of Bones To Pick With. But it was wingman shit! He took that stuff seriously. Mostly he was just pissed at himself for dropping the ball there.

As they stepped into the bar’s single unisex bathroom, Dash was pretty much ready to get his ass handed to him. To at least slow down that process, he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out the small ziploc bag. “Alright, before we get into the nit and gritty about how I’m a dickhead dumbass bitch or whatever, let’s say a little prayer of thanks for the bounty, huh?” He dangled the bag in front of him, then stepped backward toward the sink. “The guy who lives the floor below me cut me a sweet fuckin’ deal and for real, that’s gotta take some precedence.” He shot her a grin, then turned back to the sink. “Because like I’m sorry, but I’ve just got some kinda facial blindness for when people’ve got that many facial piercings.” He looked at Shane through the dingy mirror on the wall. “And to be fair, lesbians are always dyeing their hair.” Which was sick. Dash supported that, no shade. His hair was the color of Pepto Bismol; he was a total fan. “Know what I mean?”

@beverlywan​

She was on the plane for less than three hours when it came down. She white-knuckled her way through the pilot’s apologetic explanation of the situation, storms coming in from the north. Wind, rain, blah blah blah. The important part was that she wouldn’t make it to California, not today. And as the plane lowered itself to the tarmac, 2,000-odd miles away from its destination, it brought her to the worst place imaginable: the American South. The time she spent in the Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International Airport could be categorized as panic-driven and pissed off. She snapped at more than one employee, then felt immediately bad about it. She didn’t do anything about that guilt except buy a shit-ton of snacks at the World Duty-Free and some moisturizer at a place called Rituals just because she liked the packaging. That had all been in between frantic phone calls home to her mom and then the following frantic calls to Erin.

After a couple hours of frantic talking (mostly on her end), and wishing terribly that Jahou was there at least to take the reins of the situation, everyone came to several conclusions. The airline couldn’t get her on another flight today, she needed to stay the night somewhere, and Erin had a friend who lived in the state who was conveniently nearby that weekend. At least she’d get a ride, for all that it was worth the spike in her blood pressure and the years taken off her life. So she stood in the Arrivals pick-up area, her black sweater unbuttoned so this Bev could see the white-and-red image of a woman with her tits out and a parrot on her shoulder on her tank top. This is what they agreed would help Bev identify Halima among the rest of the wayward and redirected travelers. And it seemed it worked. As a car pulled up straight in front of her, Halima ducked down to speak into the open passenger side window. “I’m exhausted and lowkey want to die so if you’re not Beverly Wan I’m getting into your car anyway.” She paused. “Though you’re Bev, right? Please tell me you’re Bev.”

dreamgraphy.

When I say I love Sriracha, I'm not just talking about the spicy asian condiment anymore

the journey || 2020

Dream Week 2020

KitchenAid tem Dream Week de promoções

KitchenAid tem Dream Week de promoções

Semana da Black Friday traz descontos em produtos selecionados da marca

A KitchenAid está no clima da Black Friday, oferecendo descontos aos clientes durante a semana toda em seus eletrodomésticos e nos acessórios dos aparelhos.

Com o nome de Dream Week, a marca tem batedeiras, mixers, processadores, liquidificadores e complementos das batedeiras com preços mais baixos, pagamento parcelado…

View On WordPress

I only did three days for dream week, but I had a lot of fun doin ‘em.

As I keep mentioning, I’m a sucker for art/prompt challenges, and thought Dream Week was nifty when I stumbled across it. I couldn’t scrounge up the time to do a week’s worth, so I put it out of mind, but then that night I literally dreamt about this...so here are all the prompts in one dream instead. <_> 

Bonus: when I consulted my illegible dream-fevered thumbnail the next day, I found the only thing I wrote next to it was “FIG W/ TEETH,” underlined.

New arrivals are here

Day 5: Sweet

That whole ep is on YouTube as well. Search "Median Dreamweek" to find it and listen. It's my friends band, and I would appreciate if y'all would give them a listen.

hem hem hem yeah :’D

day 6 -  perdonami / wybacz mi / forgive me - post

heh why i choose this title? it’s pretty difficult to explain...... maybe next time 😅.

DREAMGRAPHY.