january-summers

[january-summers]

i am both of these people

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[context: wash, caboose, and tucker somehow end up trapped in a house that church is haunting.]

church: G E T . O U T .

[tucker and caboose are screaming, swearing, afraid, terrified]

[wash, unfazed, walks up to the wall]

wash: whose blood is this?

church: Y O U— what?

wash: on the wall.

[the wall has blood seeping out of it]

tucker: what the fuck are you doing???

church: what do you mean “whose blood?” why does it matter???

caboose: maybe it’s the wall’s blood.

wash: so the house is made of flesh?

church: what? no! it’s just a house!

caboose: then why is it bleeding.

church: THE HOUSE ISN’T BLEEDING.

[wash swipes some blood off the wall with his finger and brings it close to his face]

wash: then where is the blood from?

tucker: DON’T TASTE IT????

wash: i’m- i’m not tasting it! i’m just smelling it!

[caboose walks up next to wash at the wall]

caboose: can i taste it?

church: D O N O T L I C K M Y W A L L S.

wash: don’t lick the walls, caboose.

caboose: okay.

[caboose stares at the wall intensely]

tucker: he’s gonna lick the fucking walls.

[wash plays with the blood between his fingers]

wash: well, it certainly feels like real blood.

church: wh- of course it feels like blood! what the fuck else would blood feel like!!!

wash: i thought it might be an illusion.

church: I A M N O T A N I L L U S I O N ! !

tucker: he’s been throwing chairs and shit at us! how is that illusion??

wash: nothing’s hit us. besides, if he can make us hallucinate visually and auditorially he can probably make us hallucinate, uh. tactilely.

tucker: tactfully?

wash: no, tactile. like touch.

caboose: what’s the word for smell.

wash: um. odorously?

caboose: what about taste.

church: STOP TRYING TO FUCKING TASTE MY BLOOD!

tucker: so the ghost is fucking, touching us??

church: i am NOT touching you! you’re touching my shit!

tucker: man, why can’t we be getting touched by sexy ghosts like in ghostbusters.

church: W H A T ! ?????

wash: don’t fuck the ghost

tucker: i’m not fucking the ghost!

caboose: if we can touch the ghost… can we hug him?

church: if you hug me Y O U D I E.

tucker: wait, like you’ll murder him? or like just touching you kills a person?

wash: why do you wanna know if you can touch him, tucker?

tucker: fuck you dude. i’m trying to figure out what kinda danger we’re actually in while you’re out here asking about the fucking, wall blood,

wash: i’m trying to understand the mechanics! if the blood comes from somewhere thats important to know!

tucker: it’s probably from the fucking, dead people! that he’s killed!

wash: no one’s been here in years, it wouldn’t be this fresh.

[wash turns to church]

wash: unless youre preserving the blood somehow…?

church: preserving the— your friend is right, these are stupid as fuck questions. why are you asking this?? why does it matter???

caboose: fake blood isn’t scary.

wash: real blood wouldn’t be that scary either, for the record.

church: how would real blood not be scary!

wash: it’s completely disembodied. tucker, if you saw a puddle of blood on the ground with no source, would you be scared?

tucker: uh. i guess not.

church: oh, come on. first of all, false equivalence. you’re telling me you see a room covered in blood and you wouldn’t care? bullshit.

tucker: i didnt say that, i mean. if there’s a lot of blood i’d be like. worried.

wash: exactly. it’s concerning, not scary. and that’s mostly because it means someone’s hurt.

tucker: nah, if it’s fresh and like, splattered, i’d probably be scared there’s a killer nearby or something.

wash: your first thought is not going to be that there’s a killer.

tucker: it depends how much it looks like a murder scene!

caboose: the scariest thing is the tetanus.

church: OH MY GOD, shut the fuck up. look. i don’t know where the blood is from, okay?

tucker: you don’t?

church: it’s magic scary ghost shit! it doesn’t come from anywhere!

wash: so it’s not real.

church: IT IS REAL. it’s just not from anywhere! i just make it!

caboose: it’s your blood?

church: IT’S NOT- it’s. maybe it’s my blood. i don’t know.

tucker: can we get a dna test?

wash: that would only be helpful if we already had something with his dna to compare it to.

tucker: hm. hey, ghost, do you have any old cum socks in your room or something?

church: what the fuck.

wash: so you do want the ghost’s cum?

tucker: NO!!

church: what is fucking wrong with you people.

[january-summers]

Made myself some Enchantix inspired fairy wings for a recent book week dress up day at work.

I got way too much fabric, but had to go back to the store twice for golden bias tape. There’s over 23 meters on these wings.

The colour panels have inverted colour front to back, because I wanted to get so fancy with things.

Not wanting fully rigid wings, I got two cheap-ish kites from the cheap store and used their bendy rods (fibre glass, I believe) as structure in the top and bottom of the wings, and then kind of prayed the stretch they provided combined with the bias binding liner would hold the shape down the back sides.

Initially, I planned to keep the wings completely seperate on the outside, but as you can see from the final product, I did end up using some of the sheer to connect them together. It was an attempt to give them a more stable default position on my back.

The wings have bent wire strut that slips down the back of my bra, and has two sets of straps that clip onto my bra straps to hold it in place.

They held up well, even when a child decided to “help me fly” by flapping my wings for me. 🤭

The dangling butterfly decorations (the danglies) took the most damage, one of them wrapped itself around the tip of the wing until the thread holding it snapped. I found the fallen danglie right away, thankfully, and I’ve since reattached both butterflies with metal links, which should hopefully hold up better.

It was so fun to be a fairy princess for a few hours~

(I might need a lighter weight tiara though…)

[january-summers]

Crying thinking about what state church was in the last time tex saw him before blood gulch. If ghost is the narrative he wants to go with,she'll roll with it for now

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“i can’t remember most things that happened between ages seventeen and twenty eight.”

on dean’s 17th birthday john made him go on his first solo kill, where he had to salt and burn the remains of two nuns who were in love and died for it. it fucked him up bad enough john didn’t make him do a solo run for a long time after that.

at 29 he meets castiel.

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Fic Writer Problems

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For sale: one iPhone. Some cosmetic damage. Sold as seen.

My old Nokia brick wouldn’t do me like this…

Anyway, this feels like a good time to plug my Patreon!

[january-summers]

so itchio has shadowbanned any games tagged with 'nsfw', 'adult', or 'erotic' so they don't show up in searches, and several devs have reported that their r18 games have been removed from the site with no warning

you know, maybe the internet shouldn’t be controlled by payment processors and terf lobbyists. and maybe people should be more concerned about this rise of censorship on queer media.

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I haven’t watched the trailer yet, tbh I’m kinda scared, but from what I’ve absorbed from the fandom at large, I’ve come to a conclusion.

Two conclusions actually.

1: season 9 is actually Selina’s fanfiction written directly into the legendarium in gel pens as she gushes about her ex Bloom to Acheron

2: Diaspro successfully escaped the narrative with Aryo (and when she gets back she’ll take one look at reality, blame the Winx/Bloom because it’s a reflex and take off again.)

I wish the plot was “post season 8, an unknown foe tried to change reality by changing history by stopping Bloom and Stella meeting, to nerf the Winx who could have stopped them, but the Winx retain a trace of their memories because of the stones of memory which surface more strongly when they (Stella, Flora, Tecna, Musa) reconnect at Alfea, so they go find Aisha (who’s memories also strengthen), then track down Bloom (jogging her memories) and figure out what’s happening with only incomplete fragments of memories from the original future timeline before they begin a new timeline with occasional echoes from the original one.”

But it’s probably not.

Brandon looks like an effeminate version of the giga-chad meme.

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My dice collection grows ever stronger

“You don’t even play TTRPGs”

No, I don’t, but if I do some day: I’m ready!

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Do you ever remember in the middle of the night that Roxy is technically a Pendragon, by way of Uther Pendragon couldn’t keep it in his pants and is Morgana Le Fae’s father.

Morgana Le Fae being the origin of Roxy’s mother, which we all been knew.

Do you ever then get rightly mad the Legendarium nonsense, which took us back to Earth way too much, did not also give us Roxy with Excalibur shenanigans.

Cause let me tell you: That was just me and I need sword toting Roxy in my life being Queen of Albion rn.

The set up was Right There!

I think imma give Roxy a sword. 🗡️

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When in doubt, give Obi-Wan a mandalorian. As a treat. Force knows the man deserves it.

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Edited 6/29 chapters that were supposed yo be done by tomorrow. 😭

Why do I do this to myself?

Also: make at home custard can go (back) to hell, it is of Satan.

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"how've you been sleeping lately?"

well, the bags under my eyes could almost fit all my mental health issues.

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Bringing this back (with a new achievement!) for everyone who made it through without their bedtime stories!

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