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#time for hemming and finishing
badassindistress · 1 year
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I really hope this bustle is going to have the shape I want it to be...
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sweatermuppet · 10 months
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rewarding myself for catching up on current projects + shop stock etc by playing fallout as if it isn't one of the worst, most obnoxious game series ive had the misfortune of playing
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kindahoping4forever · 7 months
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Having a lot of normal feelings about this pic so it gets a post 👹
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the-relvin-temult · 3 months
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can we get “oh, my heart is longing to be close to yours again” from the wip meme?
Incredible ability to suss out the one widobrave fic that was on that list 😂 And a chunky snippet because because I don't believe in short excerpts:
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“I have to be honest,” Yeza said, getting the cute furrow in his brow he always did when he was about to say something truthful and a little bit embarrassing. “I hate big parties like this, Veth. I’m much happier at home with Luc than I would be out there. But you’ve got the whole gang in town and that doesn’t happen very often. So go. I want you to. Have enough fun for all three of us, okay?”
Veth was the one sighing now, like she had a thousand times in the past year since the two of them had started to settle back into married life. It was a little rough at times, she wasn’t going to lie. Two years apart and the whole mess of nasty shit that had happened since they’d been separated was kind of a lot to work through. Or, it would be if they’d actually taken the time to work through it, instead of spending all their time fawning over Luc. Not that Veth regretted any of that. Kiddo deserved all the fawning he could get. But they really hadn’t talked much since everything had happened, not really, not about the big things. But it was better not to pick at scabs, right? They’d never heal right if you just kept doing that.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll light up the dance floor for you, baby.”
He smiled, with an edge of relief that the decision had finally been made. “Can’t wait to hear the recap from Jester tomorrow.” “She’ll talk your ear off all morning long.”
His smile turned brittle and just a little bit of fear entered his eyes. “Okay, maybe I can wait.”
Veth smiled and gave him a hug, squeezing tight, breathing in that familiar scent of chemicals and powder and something kind of acidic that she couldn’t name but always made her think of him. He was a good hugger, and he held her back like she was something delicate, treasured, precious. No one else had ever held her quite like that.
They were still mid-hug when a knock sounded at the door, three sharp, precise raps on the wood that were as distinctive and recognizable to her as Yeza’s scent. She felt a sudden burst of excitement as she pulled away from Yeza’s embrace, followed by an immediate rush of guilt at how excited she was. She ignored that, though. She was getting pretty good at that. After all, her guilt had basically become a third person in their marriage at this point, and the last thing she wanted to do was have to look at it.
“Nice of him to knock, at least,” Yeza said good-naturedly. He knew it was Caleb, too, but only because if it had been anybody else at their door, they would have just walked right in like they lived there. Fjord had walked in on them one time in a…compromising position, and ever since he made Jester go in first. Veth had, of course, commissioned Jester to draw a dramatic re-imagining of the moment, and boy had she delivered. Veth had it hung in the entryway and for about a week Fjord flatly refused to so much as enter her home. She thought it was worth it, though.
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hideitaway · 1 year
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i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you
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chamaleonsoul · 5 months
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Fascination Street
Rating: E Word count: 5,353 Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood Summary: It’s hard to tell why some nights feel like walking on a razor's edge, restlessly waiting to fall to one side or the other, no matter how hard he tries to avoid it. And all night there has been the heavy feeling of eyes on him. While he feels like a hunter tonight, the constant weight of it makes him think that he might be the prey.
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ace-with--a-mace · 2 months
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how the hell are u supposed to sew without getting back pain
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angelfrommontgomery · 11 months
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I haven’t taken my grad photos yet and my parents couldn’t find me in the stadium bc of the 12000 graduates so for now all the proof I have of grad weekend is the proof from the grad company that I will not be buying
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arsenicflame · 1 year
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also here is some spinny action if u wanna see how it moves!
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tiredguyswag · 4 months
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"can you draw a portrait of this guy" what if i killed myself in front of you
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transgaysex · 5 months
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did some good progress on my wizard robe today
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robinsnest2111 · 6 months
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wip
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desktop companion digital witch mayura 💿
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imimmaterial · 7 months
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i forgor i hv class ugh
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Luke in Melbourne
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I am going to crochet a cardigan that fucks so severely
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