i am going to wash my hair and eat my leftover tuna pasta and then head out and get a good black coffee (biggest size) and read and sketch some tattoo designs on some bench in the sun
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me: naw im not feeling too bad
me: *feeling of bone-weary exhaustion permeating, even though ive been resting for days*
:/
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“And you know what? I don’t want to.”
She gave a wide smile, a bright smile full of teeth. She hadn’t regretted a single thing she’d done. She wasn’t haunted at all by any of it. Not a single death. Not a single life snuffed out. Sure, she couldn’t rewrite history.
Neither could Sherry Birkin, whatever regrets the girl had.
“What? Are you angry I’m not what you thought I’d be now?”
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oh my flip theres a chance miller might be at the meeting cause apparently its about immigration ooooo
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how I feel spending all my time listening to robin and drawing robin and kissing robin and analyzing robin and talking about robin and writing about robin instead of actually doing the shit I’m supposed to be doing
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@kylo-wrecked sent: “stop acting so childish. things are different now.” { soft!ren @ eris }
“ are they? ” eris shot back, spinning back around after briefly having her back toward him. she took a deep breath, the end of it getting stuck in her chest as she held it in, wild eyes staring back. offended at the notion.
“ you and I may play a far greater role in this galaxy now but WE are the same. ” taking a step closer, brow furrowing. heart had worried heavy for him since his disappearance. as soon as he came here she could feel him. the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. him–but something seemed distorted. fragmented. yet their connection felt the same. something holding on still.
“ so forgive me if I am being childish. ” only falling into the former familiarity. he could list all the far more greater reasons that veiled why he was here. but she knew, deep down.
thunder rumbled across the capitol, sky bleak and jungle welcoming to the oncoming shower. pale hand was slow to raise from her side, finally exhaling the breath she’d been holding while it wrapped around his gloved hand.
she wondered, if he’d really say? the newly crowned inujan queen stepped even closer, figure not even close to leveling to his, even as she looked up at him with such a sad and hardened stare.
“ why have you come? ”
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two and a half hours into the next round of dayquil and i feel like i’m floating on a very high cloud……
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looking through all the various asks, you guys are such degenerates (affectionately) i love you all so much omg. these are such fun ideas. i will see what i can do with them :)
(also the anon who sent in the troll king idea??? love it)
requests are still allowed and welcomed :)
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in the ultimate cozy warm position booting up my art tablet that I haven’t touched in months or perhaps a year with my headphones in and I already cleaned up dinner and it’s only 7pm
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(mini inbox call) crepes and tea are ready, i am ready to lock into my threads inbox and dms, and i would like to invade inboxes - like this for a short (probably) personalised ask (or several if you are crazy)!
and because we like to make things silly and fun, please specify:
- muse/muses combo
- OR a theme/vibe
- or both
not specifying at all may/will result in me prioritising other things if i don’t have an immediate idea to send out.
muses list is here, and banyue and ye shiyuan from zzz are available as test muses.
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So I feel like I’ve been promised everything is gonna turn out OK since like 2014
Is the ok anytime soon or……?
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@athshainigh said: ❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞ // and yes of course stentor @ alki
Stentor’s voice is a low, deep rumble in Alkibiades’ ear, tongue flicking out to drag along the shell of it. The strong warmth of his body pressed against Alkibiades’ is enough to make his head spin. This little dalliance of theirs is still new, exciting, enough to keep Alkibiades coming back for more. So he hums, fingers trailing along Stentor’s spine as he ponders his words, a slow, sly grin appearing on his face.
“Wherever you want, love,” he breathes, nuzzling his nose against his cheek and pressing a kiss there. They’re usually fast and desperate and rough with each other, so the slow down is…nice. It’s a nice change of pace, one that Alkibiades wants to take full advantage of.
“You know what I like, hm? So surprise me.” He giggles, giving Stentor’s hair a playful tug before he turns his head to kiss him again. “You’re so good at taking orders, but why don’t you be in charge now?”
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also if you’re curious this is the picture people keep referencing in asks i didnt post it here yet…
also the thrift store mentioned in the 2nd text section on the top is for “the virgin mary shop” in japan im pretty sure…
