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he just asked me in a roundabout way if i would hookup with him....
#NEED I REMIND YOU HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!#kulemiiworks#it was so out of nowhere too#we dont have a relationship that would warrant that sort of come on#our interactions consist of him telling me about his girlfriend#me listening#him telling me that he finds me attractive#me remembering that he has a girlfriend and calling him a prick in my head#him dogging his baby mama#him trying to convince me that he's not a cheater and totally good guy#and me wondering how much of an idiot he thinks i am#us talking about snacks#and then him coming up with totally real scenarios he saw on social media about coworkers hooking up#or women hooking up with men who have girlfriends#and me making sure i give a negative reaction to these totally real and absolutely not baitey scenarios so that he doesn't try anything
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i wanna put core four in a murder on the orient express situation except it's hard because like. none of these guys would willingly get on a train. three out of four can just go nyoom! and the fourth would absolutely spend the entire time he's on a train griping that he's not driving the redbird to wherever they're going instead. he's got his hand on the glass gazing longingly out the window at a highway overpass by the train tracks. he's grumbling watching cars on the highway go faster than the train goes. he's scuffing his feet on the floor and muttering darkly about how he doesn't need to be here because he has a car. he's not pouting okay he's brooding. stop saying he's pouting bart he's BROODING. there's a difference okay :(
#rimi talks#someone gets murdered and cassie is like hey tim can you stop pouting about your car and be useful for FIVE MINUTES--#youre a detective arent you. start detecting or whatever :/#but again like what are kon cassie and bart even doing on a train. putting bart on a train is like cruel and inhumane#unless they have really good train snacks i guess#core four#tim#kon#cassie#bart
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One year anniversary of the kelp blorbo who changed my brain chemistry forever
Happy birthday Beetle :)
#my ârt#kelpie stuff#beetle of#digital painting#ok ok ok let me ramble for a second here#yes this was all sparked by user intistone and their awesome fic and the silly little au the group of us came up with#but we all talk regularly about even more silly little stories and aus of all kinds and it's just such a wonderful experience and I'm just#really happy this happened#yeah I don't talk as much on here these days#but I get to talk and draw and be creative in small ways all the time in the discord and it's helped develop my art at#mach speeds never previously imagined#sorry to get sappy just wanted to say I've been doing well#and it started with my one year old son who I love#so anyway LOOK AT MY SON IN PAINTING FORM#IM SHOWIJG HIM OFF BC IM HAPPY#if you read this far I'm giving you a seaweed snack to munch on
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i will say is seeing people unironically go 'gale's arc is about how bad he is at communicating' is just the funniest fucking thing i have read in my entire life and i haven't laughed that much at something since the early access conspiracy theories
#tbd#fandom wank#if this is the best that m*stra apologists can do lmaooooo#bestie your arc seems to be about your failing reading comprehension#anyway you are all wrong#gale's arc in bg3 is actually to find tara the best snacks#and using the crown of karsus is the good ending akshually as you see#by becoming the new magic god he can get tara the best treats. even better than pigeons and beholder jerky.#spellplague idgaf#see I can also say nonsense#sorry it's just so fucking funny to me i have to talk about it#ok but let's not fuck around#he's a male victim of a female abuser in a 'romantic' relationship where she had all the power#and at the end of the day that is the only reason there is any discourse about whether he is a victim of her at all#i'm tired of fucking around okay? we all know that's why.#anyway i respect every mxstra hater i truly do
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i know kit has like actual folders with her in penultimate peril but i think when she was younger she used whatever book she was reading at the time as a filing system/a folder/a purse. she'd bring it with her everywhere so she could read it, and she'd never forget it anywhere, so of course she'd put important things she needed in it. money and notes and recent assignments and letters from her siblings and reminders she's written to herself and a pen clipped on the cover
beatrice meanwhile is a Big Purse person but it also has No Necessities and isn't even necessarily always Big, it is just Jammed with things. multiple books, pairs of stockings, scripts, a bottle opener, the pocket dictionary, six pens because she keeps stealing them from people, a pocket knife, pretzels she forgot about that went stale that she WILL try and eat later regardless, maybe even a pair of shoes. emergency heels
bertrand has the Seemingly Bottomless Inside Jacket Pockets where he does carry The Necessities. always some sort of snack. that is not stale. definitely some candy too, though
#lulu talks about the sad lemon man#1) i used to use my sketchbooks in school as a filing system.#2) i once found stale pretzels in my bag and was so desperate i ate them. it was very sad.#3) i am also however the necessities person.#friend watching me pull snacks and water out of my purse: okay i'm taking survival lessons from you.#me: you gotta be prepared.#4) i never brought emergency heels with me but don't think i didn't try and figure out the logistics of how i'd do it
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just here to say that I loveee the way you have doodled jin ling. squeaky toy golden boy. the most nephew to ever nephew. thank you for delightful comics, that's all, mwah
I simply think the Jin DNA is full of lil guy potential; like sugar ants on a peony B*)
#better drawn mdzs#ask#MDZS#Jin Ling#jin guangyao#jin zixuan#mo xuanyu#They are taking a little nap after snacking on nectar....#I was working on some life study florals when I got this ask and thought 'I can combine these.'#Mwahs u back on the forehead; thank you for giving me an excuse to draw these guys#I really like doodling jin ling so I'm happy to know other people like him too#depending on how I rearrange these in my queue this is either the first time Jin Zixuan appears on this blog#or its right after he's been torn to shreds#Such is life! Jin Zixuan should have never disrespected the queen!#okay lets talk ants and peonys for a moment here#I use to think that peonys needed ants to help them fully blossom but that's not the case at all!#They want ants around to eat the pests that do more harm to them#peony's in China are associated with wealth and prosperity; but I've grown up with them meaning 'generosity and mutualship'#Yellow peonies are for fresh starts and new beginnings! Much to think about.
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diplomacy is so funny it's like if the social anxiety world was real. you have a totally pleasant conversation with someone talking about the weather and afterwards your boss takes you aside and goes oh god that went terrible now they will hunt us for sport. what are you TALKING about
#autism simulator fr#my boss literally was like oh today was such a tough day#IT WAS? I TALKED TO THE US DELEGATION ABOUT SMUGGLING SNACKS IN
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When it comes to historical research, do you research for things that DON'T exist? For example, foods that are common now but didn't exist in the average American restaurant or grocery in the '80s or '90's? Words, phrases, and entire concepts that are commonly accepted today but unheard of to the average American when Mav and Ice were at Top Gun?
Your writing is so unbelievably good.
not really because I don't care about food, I care about the literary device that is "taking communion." i.e. it doesn't matter what they eat, it only matters that they're eating together, for the plot.
And, okay, showing my little-kid bias, but was there actually stuff in grocery stores in the 80s/90s that wouldn't be there today/vice versa? brands might change, like okay Pringles might not exist but you still have potato chips; and obviously specialty stuff like what you find in your average Asian market might not be commonplace, but, like, were the 90s all that different from today, American-food-wise? its my assumption that they weren't, but I also wasn't alive in the 90s, so. Um, ectocooler Hi-C, maybe? that's the one 90s food I know.
attitudes of course are what change. today's concept of being so QUICK to publicly label sexual identities would be extremely foreign, for instance. obviously people did label their sexualities in the 80s & 90s, people were definitely calling themselves bisexual and such, but probably not the people ice & mav would be hanging out with, in the Reagan-era navy. which is what my fics are about. that's the whole point.
and, also, COMMUNICATION changes. I have never used a payphone in my whole life so I actually have no idea how they work. but they were ubiquitous "back then," and lend themselves to amazingly interesting conflict (omg I don't have enough change to call my boyfriend maverick who's mad at me!!!) which is why I lean on payphones so much in my writing. honestly, im gonna be real, the invention of the cell phone makes telling stories about miscommunication so much harder. instant-speed communication would make certain stories less interesting, which is why a lot of horror movies default to the "no cell service" trope to isolate their characters, or why some teen dramas have the characters reject cell phones on principle (Alyssa or James having a phone in 2017's "The End of the F***ing World" would solve most of their problems, which is why Alyssa smashes hers in the first five minutes and James basically says he views them as a cancer to society--if they had phones the story would be boring, so the writers took away their phones).
I also feel like people used to treat society differently "back then," i.e. Going Out was much more of a thing when there were 10 channels on TV and no one had cell phones, so you Went Out and had drinks & met strangers & interacted with general society to an extent im not sure we do anymore. So that experience is way more fun to write about in the 80s than today. (u can't see me but im seething with jealousy over ppl who were born in ~1965)
idk. im not sure I did a great job reproducing the zeitgeist of the 80s/90s in my fics, bc I wasn't there to have knowledge of what they were like. I got most of my presupposed knowledge about that time period from reading Calvin & Hobbes anthologies as a kid. oh well.
#I actively avoid talking about the aids crisis as much as I can for instance#that is certainly A Can of Worms.#a massive omission in my fics to be sure. but... not one I want to touch.#these characters would be judgmental and homophobic about it I fear.#btw I stole a bunch of stuff from teotfw for my fics#Carole asking ice if he actually wants maverick or if he just goes along with things is directly ripped from s1e02#favorite tv show of all time#top gun#edts notes#from Calvin and Hobbes I gather most people in the 80s were obsessed with hostess snacks like Twinkies etc.#and dieting consisted of chainsmoking cigs on the front porch#bloom county was also a truly informative comic strip re: my 1980s cultural education#just the way characters like opus/Steve/binkley talk for instance#people in the 80s just talk different from the way they do now#fun to try and replicate even if I can't put it into words#my god I love bloom county#my birthday is tmr I will finally be old enough to legally drink in the US 😋#thank u for the ask 🥺
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Something that makes reading TOA so devastating is how fucking much Apollo feels about Everything. There’s so MUCH. Like I don’t even know how to describe it to you if you haven’t read the books yourself. He has so many complicated thoughts and emotions about just about everything and he cares about everything so much and there is just SO MUCH going on in his head. And yet none of it ever reaches his mouth!!
He almost never says what he’s feeling. What little comes out of his mouth about his thoughts barely even scratches the surface of what he actually means. Like he’ll be having a long ass monologue about how incredible someone is, showing a deep understanding of them as a person and empathizing with them so hard you’d almost think it’s projection but it’s not he’s legitimately just mind melding with this random person he met like a week ago and he’s thinking the softest, kindest thoughts about them like he knows they’re fucking incredible - and what comes out of his mouth is just like, “you’re a wonderful friend :)” AND ITS LIKE. THERES SO MUCH MORE UNDER THE SURFACE. the sheer admiration and adoration he has for everyone around him……… UGHHH!!! But he never VOICES ANY OF IT!!!!!! He never tells anyone about what Zeus did to him……. He never tells anyone except the reader about his realization that Zeus is abusive…. He never even tells commodus about how much he adored him, not then and not now… he refuses to tell anyone when he’s in pain or tries to justify the things he does when he actually had Decent Reasons for why he did something… I’m. I’M. AUGH. AHHHHH
HE DOESN’T EVEN TELL US ALL OF HIS THOUGHTS IS THE THING. THERES EVEN MORE THAT HE IS NOT TELLING US!!!!! THE FUCKING OCEAN OF FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS HE HAS ABOUT EVERYTHING IS THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION. I AM IN DISTRESS.
And YET…. Even what slips out of his mouth is so fucking devastating it is SO devastating. He’s so fucking kind and gentle with Harley and Meg and and other younger Demis and his kids… he’ll act like an obstinate idiot and then turn around say something that drags the core of the person he’s talking to into the light like nail on the fucking HEAD like he reached into their soul and gave them the words to express something that they were struggling to say aloud or that they didn’t even realize about themself. Around the 2nd book he starts putting voice to some of his feelings and thoughts about others and even that tiny fucking sliver is overwhelming to the people he’s talking to bc he’s SO. AUGHHHH
#this is why ‘reading the TOA books’ fics fucking slap btw. because as embarrassing as his thoughts can be#so many of them are just incoherent screaming about how he loves everyone around him. devastating#like imagine helping out ur loser deadbeat dad who you don’t really know much about bc he’s flighty and hard to read#and finding out ‘wow he cares about us a lot more than I thought’#bc he literally almost dies to save you/your siblings and keeps following you all around everywhere#but he’s still like. your weirdo absentee dad. u don’t know hardly anything new about him other than an apparent suicidal streak#and then u find out that the whole time he was whining about chicken nuggets or whatever he was internally sobbing abt how much he loves u#and every time u were nearby he was going ‘MY BEAUTIFUL PERFECT BABY… JUST AS INCREDIBLE AS THEIR MORTAL PARENT!!!! BEAUTIFUL LIKE THE SUN!#HOW DID I EVEN MAKE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PERFECT BABY. UNREAL. THEY CANT BE MINE!? BUT THEY ARE!!! LOOK AT THEMMM!!?!!! IM SO PROUD……#my beautiful perfect angels… all of their parents best traits and none of our worst…. I am Barely restraining myself from sobbing#i would give u the WORLD if my father wouldn’t kill me for it :(‘#and it’s like. wow. okay dad. um. would have been nice to know that when we were all dying in The War#Please Hug Me Though.#imagine being a Random Ass Demigod who didn’t go on a big special quest or something like you are literally just Some Guy#and finding out that this weirdo loser god u gave a sandwhich to or something thinks you are so fucking cool#your own parent doesn’t know ur name but Apollo knows u on sight and read ur soul within the 2 seconds yall talked and he thinks you rock#how are you supposed to respond to that.#snack time#toa#longpost
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Packing for girls weekend be like 2 going out tops, 4 pairs of sweatpants, 7 pairs of shoes, and 25 pairs of underwear.
#and then just whatever else fits in my bag#just throwing shit in like maybe I'll need this bag I've never used#i will still forget something#Snacks are already packed#the hard part is going to be no one wants to talk about fan fiction
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oops, got myself thinking again about byan having a little hoard of weird and random trinkets and shiny things hidden away under their bed in the same way that some cats have collections of bottle caps under furniture.
like, none of it is particularly meaningful and they don't wear any of the jewelry that's under there, but they like to pull it all out once in a while to look at and are always adding more
#there's a lot of jewelry but there's a lot of other shiny things and weirder stuff too#like there's a heart shaped rock they stole from someone in elementary and some pretty feathers they've found on the ground#but then there's also a wrapper from a cute snack they had and a bone from some random animal they found in a park#colourful buttons and cute ribbons and a trading card from a game they've never played#and probably also a pink bottle cap tbh#literally just a random collection of Stuff they like but have no use for#it's a collection they've had to rebuild a few times too#bc staff/caretakers at the group home(s) would find it all sometimes and throw away whatever looked like junk or trash#tbh it's a collection they still have and add to even after they move in w sol and start sharing a bed#and they still keep it under the bed ofc bc it's habit at this point and honestly I'm not so sure they've even told him it's there 🤔#...im rambling bc I'm kinda buzzed but like. idk I love byan and their pile of random shit#I think part of what got them started was want to actually Have Things bc they grew up not having much#and they would ABSOLUTELY get jealous of kids at school who had all kinds of belongings#who could have coherent collections and all the cool toys and shit#so they just started collecting anything that caught their eye#even if it was labels off of bottles or those cheap erasers shaped like animals or food or w/e that don't actually erase anything#and it's a habit that persisted after they started stealing basically anything they wanted/needed#and will continue to persist even once they have a job and money to buy what they want#god I kept rambling even after trying to wrap things up smh#this is the shit I'm talking about when I say I have weirdly specific and detailed thoughts about inane and unimportant aspects of byan#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don’t @ me.
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Hey girlies update time… I’ve been sent to a clinic for my weight and it’s been really stressful and my life is kinda falling apart lol there’s defiantly good aspects to it but ughhh I’m like :( bc my diets had to change so much and I feel so unproductive now and I’m really scared about gaining weight but they’d said I’d like die or whatever if I didn’t which um. I genuinely feel so disgusting heavy and sick and disgusting and DISGUSTIGN eww and my disordered eating brain is coming back in full force after silently controlling me for like nearly years at this point and it’s all so much. the hardest thing about this is that I don’t want to gain weight at all and particularly I don’t really even care to live anymore. I’m scared everyday I’ll fall deeper and deeper back into disordered eating I’ll get lonelier and lonelier I’ll get fatter and fatter I’ll lose everything I’ve ever built for myself… ugh this is a mess but ong.
#it’s hard because I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging like HEYYYY I GOT HOSPITALOZED FOR BEING A SKINNY QUEEN YASS but omg I can’t#this is so sickening I feel so fat and disgusting there were two days where I could feel like I could eat the calorie count they gave me but#now I feel like a FAT FUCKING BEKUGA WHALE I feel like I gained 40 pounds in a day I feel so hulking and disgusting I’m eating so much ew#the self harming intentions came back because I lost my only form of control over my autonomy. I feel like there’s no other way for people#to hear me other than harming myself and depriving myself#I feel like such a waste#it’s like tomorrow I want to go back restrict restrict restrict restrict eat 5 calories exercise for an hour#but I just can’t.#I don’t have anyone to talk to because no one understands.#I feel so lost#the one thing I enjoyed about the diet change is the snack kinda… it gives me motivation to keep going.#everything is so stressful though and I don’t know how to encapsulate everything AT ALL ugh#I’m so tired and I just want to fall over and die already but… idk#I want to restrict really badly. I want to purge and fast again. I want to become anorexic. I was at to scream out and cry and say that I’m#hurting and I’m weak and I can’t take it anymore#ugh#omg I haven’t made a huge tumblr rant in months omg I haven’t USED tumblr really in months omg#my ED loves tumblr like girl hey
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I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3
tiis do you know i love you dearly
context from my fic on our way up:
The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.
so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)
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"Can I trust you with that?"
Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."
"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."
"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.
If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant.
But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes.
So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs.
“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?”
“Shut up.”
Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway.
A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.”
“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."
Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?”
Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in.
“More than that.”
Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again.
“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.
“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better.
“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.”
Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?”
“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”
When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”
Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed.
Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?”
Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”
“That’s not an answer."
“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?”
“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life.
Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”
“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended.
“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.”
Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”
The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?”
“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”
“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.
Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.”
#the eclipse#my fic tag#s: tsfos#arbitrary milestone prompts#tiis <3#whenever i write about cooking something i feel like i am pretending to be a scientist. i barely know anything#in any case if you're wondering the recipe gets fucked up at the part where you're supposed to let the meat brown in the soy sauce#the meat is supposed to stick to the pan a little. it sticks a lot. aye is too distracted by the Proposal that just happened behind him lma#other implied / bts things here: i brought back my oowu decision to make aye bad at spicy food (crimes against thai people i'm sorry)#aye is not using a recipe on purpose to seem impressive. he used one to buy the ingredients#akk does in fact work on getting better at cooking (at christmas he handmakes their lil picnic date snacks)#i actually have a Lot of thoughts about aye/akk's relative cooking proficiency#and aye cooking with his mom (and before with uncle di) as a bonding activity is in oowu already#ok i'm gonna shut up or i'll talk forever
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just played the most heinous evil little vampire man in skyrim but resurrected rogvir after his execution and recruited him as a steward for my farm so i feel very morally correct
#skyrim#i gave him some good armour and weapons too#actually it's a set of dawnguard armour because those shits keep coming after me and i collect their armour#as a trophy#and to be fair the only people i ACTUALLY killed sucked#that one bard in whiterun who talks shit about women? gone.#and then one guy from riften#maven black briar (i totally forgot i killed her in her sleep by draining her blood oops)#i forget what she does exactly but i know she's rich and kinda sketchy and my guy needed a little snack okay#and i have a dog and a pet goat#and a horse#would a bad person have a horse#i told my dog he was a good boy#i've also been using blood magic
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My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽
#gosh it’s gonna be a long day and I’m running on two hours of sleep again#i only get the chance to work at night because I don’t have ✨privacy✨#and I’ve been going to bed late and waking up even more tired than usual and my mom’s been scolding me for it#and now I’ve had to tell her what I’m doing and I feel like I just gave another piece of me away again#everything I am everything I do has to be for other people#im so tired when will I give my last piece away 🥹#this was to make ME proud of ME I was doing it for myself and now I feel like it’s for her#and then she’s going to tell my dad and now it’s for him too#also I can’t even cry about it because she HAS to know why I’m upset#she keeps glancing up at me and talking to me in bits#all I have left is my emotions 🥹#anyhow sorry to start the day off so gloomy and depressing I have literally nothing to be sad about I’m very privileged#sorry you guys see me being a baby constantly 🥺 I really do have a good life and shouldn’t be complaining#here’s to a better day for us all#melifails#now i feel like a jerk subjecting you all to this😭 sorry sorry let’s move on#im gonna be a busy bee hopefully I can squeeze in a time for a nap#😭 I don’t waaaaaannnnnaaa sit for hours in the California heat MAYBE with the sun hitting us in the face#our football field is NOT kind in this way#hopefully my sister gets the shady side but even then the sun will hit us in the face eventually just not as long#im !!! excited!!!! I bought ice cream for today 👏🏽 I originally bought choco chip and minto moose tracks?? my sister loves mint flavor#so I bought mint Oreos too so she can eat them with her ice cream 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽#i assume we’re getting take out of some sort so that; ice cream; and uuuuuuu I don’t remember anything else I bought; my best friend did#bring us snacks yesterday!!! pretzels and cookies!!! so that!!!#okay brain no work no more I gotta get dressed love you muah muah muah
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…there are twinks that can get pregnant. Some twinks want to get pregnant. Sometimes twinks are trans babe.
The problem is with cishet people appropriating queer language. A cishet person looking at a cishet guy and saying ‘he’s such a twink I want to get him pregnant’ is homophobic. They’re first and least of all applying a queer term to a non-queer person (who often doesn’t actually fit the physical description that term describes). More importantly it’s treating ‘twink’ the same way cishet (and to an extent, younger and less experienced queer) people have been treating sub/dom and top/bottom. They reinvent a strict dichotomy solely based on whatever they imagine those words mean because they aren’t actually kinksters or queer. In this case they’re conflating twinks with whatever they think subs are just because the cishet person wants to dominate a dude and in their mind ‘twink’ is just a quirky queer word for ‘subservient/bottom/etc.’
Just say you wanna fuck him stupid and stop using queer vocabulary without understanding what it means.
#ra speaks#personal#rent lowering gunshots#hey if that ask wasn’t meant to be transphobic….honestly sorry I can’t imagine that ask being anything but intentionally transphobic lol#‘they’re not actually gay/they’re tomboys!’ lol. lmao even. babe you’re talking to a trans masculine bigender lesbian. why are you here.#get out of my kitchen or I’m hitting you with a wooden spoon#if a twink is trans and he wanna get mpregged good for him. your cisman celebrity crush is not a twink and won’t get pregnant.#just say you wanna fuck him dumb. don’t be queerphobic bc you wanna use queer vocabulary.#if you don’t know what this is about don’t worry but also. if you’re a transphobe what are you doing here. we fuck w gender here babes.#edit: you seem upset if you extrapolated this as a death threat to anybody who uses twink this way. I’m gonna have lunch.#you should probably have a snack and drink some water because that’s not a normal thing to say.
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