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m00nsbaby · 7 months
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Just thinking about Steven
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I need to wear his blue sweater, the one that's too long in the sleeves.
I need to wear it to sleep and on my days off, I need to see his eyes light up every time he notices that I'm wearing it, and his scent is clinging to me.
Or maybe mine on his clothes.
I would run around the house to greet him with the tightest hug my arms could give, sometimes even jumping to let him hold me. My legs around his hips as I kiss his face over and over.
"I missed you," I would say before reaching his lips.
And he would let me stare at that beautiful smile of someone who can't believe they're holding the love of their life in their arms. His brown eyes fixed on me as he tries to convince himself that he's not dreaming.
He would tell me his stories from the museum and how a kid told him that his bloody-ish and gruesome facts about ancient Egypt were cool. Or how someone used the complaints and suggestions mailbox to make a personal request to hire him as a guide.
They referred to him as "The guy with curls and a pretty smile." (And I would pretend that didn't make me jealous.)
Other days, if I'm not very lucky, I won't hear him arrive. I might have my headphones on while I hum and or rather scream along to every song on my playlist, the one he's told me a million times is the most random thing he's ever heard.
His hands would roam my waist after secretly watching for a while, a kiss on my neck as a greeting that would make me giggle. Steven is always punctual when it comes to shaving, but after two days of waking up later than he should, his facial hair starts to tickle.
When I turn off my headphones, the music continues to play in the kitchen, this time from my phone, allowing Steven to judge more of my musical choices. And in many of these, it would be impossible not to drag him into the impromptu concert that interrupts my nightly chores.
"This is my song!"
"Love." A little laugh as I pull his arm. "You've said that about the last four songs."
"But this one is!" Ironically, Harry Styles' "Late Night Talking." My hands on his, inviting him to jump and scream with me as if the neighbors didn't already have enough problems.
It wouldn't take much for him to get lost in the music, even spinning me around every now and then as his clumsy jumps accompany mine.
With each "We've been doing all this late-night talking," our faces would get closer, both of us singing, and I would scrunch up my nose in reflex, my body trying to express in some way how he threatens to kill me with cuteness.
After each song, we would both applaud and make silly bows to each other, only to repeat the act in the next song because we both have our sleep schedules shattered.
Although the bedtime would never change.
The blue sweater only takes breaks on two different occasions, when it needs to be washed, or when Steven's scent is fading, and he has to wear it again. Either way, I would wear it every night while being squished against Steven's body, feeling his breathing against my cheek, and listening to the beating of his heart if I position my head just right.
He's one of those who immobilize you when they sleep, his leg between mine, his arms holding on as if he's afraid of being alone while he sleeps, and the constant way he forgets that his body is stronger than he thinks.
I need him and his blue sweater.
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oars · 7 months
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wu-does-art · 2 months
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coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther
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noodles-and-tea · 2 months
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Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans
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shivunin · 10 months
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Because I have just seen this specific thing for the second time, I would like to say:
If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return
If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return
My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations
My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later
That's it!
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ribbittrobbit · 8 days
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really enjoying the dungeon meshi ships like it appears to be two lovely lesbians having a childhood friends to lover arc and then two gay dudes who are complete freaks in exactly opposite ways
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chinchilla-clown · 20 days
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hi dca fandom i make an offering after lurking for years what if one-sided crush but its not dca thats crushing hard
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wardingshout · 5 months
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I'm also having a lot of fun with this game!!
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gotchibam · 6 months
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Vaporeon, Sylveon, and Jolteon ko-fi doodle for Kaitlyn!
I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨
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slymanner · 6 months
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God dude these two scenes and how roxie moves hurt my heart so so bad 🥹
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it's like a mix of anger, feral, emotional breakdown, and complete sadness that just fucks me up soooo fucking bad.
it's like she's a pet who got abandoned by their owner but they see them again after years of sadness and depression of them being gone and leaving them like that and all that anger and sadness just manifest's into one bundle of emotion's towards them they cannot control.
roxie baby ur gonna be okay u deserve better :[
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b4kuch1n · 2 months
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podcast people in my phone
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bizarrelittlemew · 7 months
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calling it right now that season 3 starts like this
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unsertraumschiff · 2 months
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spock chart that came to me in a vision
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 days
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While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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oh you know it's all latestage capitalism but the thing is. how are you supposed to be a person inside of this. a person trying to be a better version of yourself.
oh, you started working young, which was kind of hard, but it's just the way stuff works sometimes. and it was 2008 and your family couldn't afford heat. but it's fine, you grow a spine and get used to the professional world and besides it was the suburbs we're talking about here, like, your life could have been actually hard, so what if your father lost his job and you can't afford to move or turn the lights back on. and once you start making money, it's good. you keep doing that. because now they're relying on you. so you have to do that.
oh you were in thousands of dollars of debt at 17 years old so that you could go to school, because you have to go to school if you want to get a "real" job. you even did it "right", you worked parttime and attended community college before you transferred to a public school. you were under so many merit scholarships.
which is fine. you pick yourself up and you say like, okay. i graduated college. i'm holding down a job. i'm doing the Adult Thing, which looks and acts like this, according to all the books i've read. you start with the shitty job and then you climb that corporate ladder.
but the shitty job doesn't cover rent and you stretch yourself too-thin so you get sick. good luck with that. the shitty job no longer pays for your meals. everyone asks why you don't just move, but there's nowhere to move to. and with what money are you going to be moving? and then the loans come back, because they were never going to forgive them, because you were 17 and trying to do the right thing, which was stupid. people are now saying you shouldn't have even gone to school.
which is fine. but because you have no other option, so you do the shitty job, and you apply every day for like 5 new ones, and despite the fact everyone says "there's no one who wants to work!" it's actually just that nobody is fucking hiring so you can either work for 13 dollars an hour in the shitty place you know (where at least you have a passingly friendly relationship with the manager) or you can start from scratch again with a different 13 dollars an hour without knowing how much abuse from the new job you'll be taking.
and if you quit you lose your insurance. if you quit you lose your housing. if you quit, you'll be another burnout kid. the lazy ones. these assholes, look at them!
and you come home to a family dinner and you hear from your father the same old thing. how he worked hard at his job and yes it sucked for a while but he was able to provide for the family and then the house and the dog and the rest of barbie's dream vacation. how the insurance did cover some of it. how you just really need to start speaking up more in manager conversations so they know you're a go-getter. you want to tell him - did you know we're actually doing more now hourly than any previous generation? - but you can't remember where you heard that statistic, and you're far too tired for the fucking argument. and then he starts in on his usual bit. where's the house? where's your kids? where's your ambition.
the same job the same money the same hours doesn't do it anymore. the same nose-to-the-grindstone now just shreds your face off. there's no such thing as upwards mobility, not really. and as far as you're aware, the money certainly is not trickling. you do the soulless stupid shit you signed up for because you fucking have to or else you literally risk your life (food, the apartment, the insurance), but it's not getting you anything. you download the stupid "save more" app and you budget and you do every right thing and then the price of eggs is 7 dollars and you say - oh great! another thing i have to fucking worry about now!
and you go to your stupid job and everyone in your father's generation just tells you to be better about being an adult. they have their homes and their savings account and their bailout and they say. well have you tried not drinking starbucks. well your generation just spends too much on clothing. well you might just be too addicted to travelling. and you - because you need the job - you bite your tongue and don't say i am being held prisoner and you're suggesting i stop pacing my cell if i don't like the scenery and you don't say what the fuck do you think i've been doing with my money and you don't say i haven't spent a cent on something nice in literally forever much less coffee you arrogant asshole. you open and close your bank app and check your loans and check your credit score and check fucking zillow and ziprecruiter and apartments.com just one time more. and still they give you that demeaning little grin and say - see, what you need is -
what you need is for your meds to stop being so fucking expensive. what you need is for the housing bubble to explode into dust. what you need is for billionaires to choke on their wealth. what you need is actual help. what you will get is more economic advice from people who are older-and-wiser.
and above you, almost in a glimmer, you can see the wedged smile of your debt getting toothier, wider.
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