FC Barcelona vs. Elche CF 01.04.23

Okay so Elmer and Buttons are into their floral patterns and their flowers but Spot loves daffodils okay, at his place there's normally (depending on the time of year) a singular daffodil in a vase in his kitchen, sat on the windowsill next to his ashtray and smokes. Perched there at sunrise for a cigarette and just smiling idly at the yellow flower that's sat so effortlessly, his eyes are struggling to stay open Racer awakening to find him asleep in the kitchen, covering him with a blanket

:3 its 2:30 am but i couldn’t sleep until i finished this asdfgh (i tried proofreading but my brain is a pile of goo at this point)

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A pale grey haze of light slipped through the window, crawling over every surface, and climbing up into Spot’s eyes. He blinked, eyes and brain coming back into focus. His hands were clamped together in fists that were pressed up to his mouth, and when he moved his arms, his elbows creaked. What time was it? How long had he been sat at the kitchen table? When was the last time he moved? Why was he staring at this empty word document? Why did he even have a word document open? What was happening? It felt like someone was tuning a short-wave radio inside his head. Spot stood up, joints cracking underneath him as he stretched. He closed the empty word doc, the last thing he remembered was making a coffee at around 10, speaking of… he looked down, his vision moving slower than his eyes, like they were ever-so-slightly out of sync, and grabbed the mug next to him, taking a sip. Ahh. Cold. He stumbled a few paces over to the microwave, placed the cup inside, and pressed the thirty-second button before turning around and slumping against the cold marble-top bench. He looked out the window down at the city below him, the sun would be rising soon. Spot smiled to himself. “At least I’m up early enough to see that.” He whispered to the empty room. Just as his brain began to cloud and eyes glaze over, the microwave beeped, pulling him from the alluring fog of unfocussedness. He sighed, moving back to the microwave, his feet dragging behind him. He brought the hot mug over to the window, taking another, warmer, sip. He sighed in content, eyes closing in pleasure and sleepiness. Eyes still closed, Spot stretched his hand out, tapping around in an attempt to find his pack of smokes and lighter; he didn’t smoke often, but it was a bad habit he fell into when exhaustion hit him. Flicking a cigarette out of the box, he cracked open his eyes and lit it, raising his hand to his lips to take a drag. His arms felt full of lead as he let his head rest against his palms, blowing wispy trails of smoke into the cold morning air. His eyes slid jerkily across to the delicate glass resting by the windowsill, a single golden daffodil sitting in the water. It’ had been there for just over a week, its petals were wilting slightly and turning faintly brown at the tips. He closed his eyes again. Spot had a certain fondness for daffodils, he wasn’t too sure why, perhaps it was their soft petals that radiated warmth like miniature suns. Maybe the pollen that drifted through the air, drawing from him an almost constant stream of sneezes, amused him. Or maybe it was the pure nostalgia it gave him. Nostalgic of what, he only had the faintest idea, daffodils would always set his mind at ease taking him back to a vague childhood, nothing but foggy memories of daffodil fields and warm sun beating down on his freckled cheeks. He forced his eyes open one last time, watching as smoke billowed from his parted lips, rolling over the soft yellow petals. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, the warm rays illuminating the back of the flower in a way that was almost too perfect. His head had travelled from his palm to the inside of his arm, protecting himself from the cold, hard bench, and he haphazardly swung his arm down, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray next to his lighter. He looked over to the clock on the kitchen wall, he had to be ‘up’ in an hour. He sighed, dragging his gaze back to the daffodils. Maybe he’d close his eyes real quick, just a few seconds… Spot’s eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had weighed them down with stones. What harm could a few minutes do? It’s not like he could argue anyway, because his eyes had already fluttered shut.

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When Race awoke that morning, he wasn’t surprised to not see Spot next to him, he usually got up at 6, an hour before Race did. What did surprise him though, was walking into the kitchen to see Spot slumped against the bench, fingers brushing up against the vase by the window as if he had been clutching it before drifting into sleep. Race thought back to the previous night. Did Spot even come to bed? He couldn’t quite recall. He gave himself a mental shrug and disappeared back into their bedroom, reappearing a few seconds later with a fluffy grey blanket which he draped over Spot’s shoulders. Race could smell the remnants of smoke clinging to the threads of Spot’s shirt. Yep, didn’t make it to bed last night. Race made a mental note to talk with him about getting enough sleep. He gently moved the vase away from Spot’s hand, he tended to be pushy in his sleep, and a broken vase wasn’t high on Race’s list of things he wanted to deal with. Spot stirred lightly in his sleep and Race smiled to himself. His phone pinged a reminder and Race glanced down at the screen. Get more groceries, we can’t survive on toasted sandwiches and tinned spaghetti forever. He sighed, a quarter past seven and he was already running errands. Race smiled down at Spot’s sleeping form, he didn’t look comfortable, but Race didn’t want to risk moving him in fear of waking him up. He moved over to the front door and slipped on a pair of sneakers, threw one last glance toward Spot, before heading out the door.

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Spot blinked awake, beams of sunlight streaming across his face. The static fog in his head seemed to have lifted a little, and he yawned, stretching out his arm that buzzed with pins and needles. He rubbed his eyes, hearing the shower running down the hall. Guess Race was up. Stars swam in front of Spot’s vision and he tried to blink them away to get a better look at the kitchen wall clock. 10:24. Shit, he’d overslept. He pushed himself off the bench and felt a light weight fall from his shoulders in a pile at his feet. He looked down at the blanket and couldn’t help the smile that crawled across his face. He knew Race really cared about him, but small acts of kindness like that never failed to make Spot swell with happiness. He bent down and picked up the blanket, knowing if he left it there either himself or Race would trip over it, and stood back up, a folded piece of paper catching his eye. He grabbed the sheet of paper, squinting in the sunlight.

Heya Spottie, hope you slept well <3 I ran out for some groceries earlier, I cooked up some scrambled eggs and there’s extra in the fridge if you want it! Also, when I get out of the shower, we’re having a chat about your sleeping habits, because they’re not healthy >:p

P.s: I noticed the daffodil is starting to wilt, so while I was out, I picked up a friend! Sleep well, Spot.

- The Best Boyfriend Ever, Race. x

Spot snorted, tossing the not back onto the bench, looking over at the vase, where a second daffodil had joined the first. His smile grew wider as he sat back, admiring the pair of flowers, he really did have a soft point for daffodils. Maybe because of the way light rolls off the edges of the petals. Maybe it was because of the pollen, or the nostalgia they brought him, it didn’t really matter. He shifted the vase slightly, speckles of golden light splashing over the bench and up the walls. He sighed contentedly. Whatever the reason, Spot really liked daffodils. Probably because they reminded him of home.

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Something Rotten! for the Musical Asks, please? Or Les Miserables if you'd rather?

sorry for the late reply i accidentally fell asleep after reblogging that asdfghj. i’m not familiar enough with something rotten! so i’ll do les mis!

Favourite Character: cosette

Least Favourite Character: the thenardiers

Favourite OBC Cast Member: i don’t rlly know anything about the og casts tbh

Favourite Current Cast Member (If Applicable): bradley jaden ig?

Favourite Song: do you hear the people sing?

Least Favourite Song: bring him home is soooo boring

Favourite Act (If Applicable): act one bc i’m usually crying too much during act two lmao

Favourite Ship: marius n cosette.... babies.....

Least Favourite Ship: valjean/javert which is apparently a thing

If There is Something I Would Change about The Musical: make it shorter i love it but it’s too long

Ratings: 7/10 i go through phases of loving it so much and then i don’t think about it for months asdfgh

85 things

The ever so lovely @sielustaja tagged me, thank you. I tag all of my mutuals. We are mutuals? You are tagged. LAST 1. drink: water 2. phone call: either my landlord or my gynaecologist, can't remember 3. text message: group chat with my parents and my sister 4. song you listened to: i forgot to bring music on my trip, so i don't remember..it's been a while since i picked my own music 5. time you cried: actually today when i visited the oregon holocaust memorial in portland (where i currently am) 6. dated someone twice: like been on a second date with someone? Winter 2015/2016. We dated for about two months. I kind of stopped dating afterwards, because I realised it fucks with my self-worth and brings me more anxiety than joy. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: nah, i don't really regret any kiss 8. been cheated on: Seeing as how I've never actually been in a committed monogamous relationship no one was ever able to really cheat on me..yay. They found other ways to break my heart though. 9. lost someone special: the last person I lost was my grandma. 10. been depressed: spring/summer 2016 was pretty tough 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: about a year and a half ago I think? Clubbing in Berlin...never a good idea lol. 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. Blue 13. Green 14. Everything between blue and green IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. made new friends: I wouldn't say I made friends, but I met some cool new people! 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: yesss 18. found out someone was talking about you: no. 19. met someone who changed you: I don't think so 20. found out who your friends are: I already knew 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: no 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: there's only a few that I don't know in real life, those mostly being people from livejournal that I've known online for years 23. do you have any pets: yes, two cats 24. do you want to change your name: no? 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I had some friends over at my place, we got a little drunk and ate pizza and then tried to go to a club but it was full so we went back home and fell asleep 26. what time did you wake up: around 8 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. name something you can’t wait for: RETIREMENT 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: September 9th 31. what are you listening to right now: the a/c, some people in my dorm room making noise 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, well, his name is Thomas but we call him Tom. Also my friends baby is named Tom, but all the conversations were rather one-sided so far. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: don't get me started asdfgh 34. most visited website: do i really have to answer this question.. 35. hair colour: medium brown with some grey streaks, currently dyed medium brown 36. long or short hair: short on one side, medium on the other. 37. do you have a crush on someone: no 38. what do you like about yourself: my sense of humour, my empathy? 39. want any piercings: sort of but then I think I’m too old for that 40. blood type: A+ 41. nickname: none 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: scorpio 44. pronouns: she/her I guess but then whatever 45. favourite tv show: Oh, like, you know. A few. Right now I'm really in the mood for Parks and Recreation though. 46. tattoos: no 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: none so far. 49. piercing: earlobes 50. sport: yeeah not so much 51. vacation: like what. y/n? Last? Next? Favourite? 52. pair of trainers: nike internationalist MORE GENERAL 53. eating: yes please 54. drinking: yes please 55. I’m about to: go to sleep 56. waiting for: RETIREMENT 57. want: to be loved 58. get married: nah 59. career: I'm an urban and regional planner WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes? 62. shorter or taller: taller but not much taller. 63. older or younger: don't care 64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms yes yes oh yes 65. hook up or relationship: relationship I guess but then how would I know 66. troublemaker or hesitant: I usually fall for the troublemakers, unfortunately. HAVE YOU EVER 67. kissed a stranger: hell, I probably kissed way more strangers than people I actually knew 68. drank hard liquor: well yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: no 70. Turned someone down: people who wanted my number etc. yes, people who actually wanted to be with me or something no 71. sex on the first date: yes 72. broken someone’s heart: I don't think so 73. had your heart broken: yes, kind of 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: I guess DO YOU BELIEVE IN 77. yourself: hmm..some days I do, some days I don't 78. miracles: no 79. love at first sight: no 80. santa claus: no 81. kiss on the first date: yes 82. angels: no OTHER 83. current best friend’s name: I don't have one "best friend" 84. eye colour: greyish blue 85. favorite movie: Ah I don't know. I really don't like to pick favourites.