#Give it up for day 25!

[navar44]

Making a Mess of Things

A bit of writing based on @aaytaro-gt ‘s Inktober prompt list.

Day 25 - Soap

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The thick brown muddy substance washed off easy enough in the bath she’d made for herself in the sink, the soap feeling wonderful after the mess she’d gotten herself into.

Of course, it wasn’t mud she was washing off of herself. It was frosting from the chocolate cake that the bean she called a friend had made. The chocolate cake that was for her birthday. That she had only meant to get a tiny scoop of frosting off of, but had slipped and fallen into instead.

Besides making a mess of herself and her clothes, she’d also made a mess of the frosting. He would be back soon enough from work, and he’d easily spot the mess she’d made of the cake.

They’d never met, face to face. He’d started leaving notes for her and, eventually, she’d started to reply. But they never spoke in person, and he’d never laid eyes on her. And now, she wasn’t going to apologize in a note.

She was going to apologize in person for ruining a perfectly good gift. It was only right, right?

After a few more minutes of quick bathing in the sink, and a quick wash of her clothes, she dried off as best she could and returned to the cake down the counter.

The smearing of frosting that ran across the countertop to the cake was her next task, and she cleaned it as best she could with a bit of water and a giant napkin. She couldn’t do anything about the ruination of the cake’s frosting though, so she sat on the sticky note he’d left earlier, and waited.

Her heart picked up to a race a few minutes later when the door to the apartment opened and her bean entered. It only took him a few seconds to spot the cake, and then a second more for his eyes to go wide at her.

She gave him a small wave, trying not to curl into a ball in shame as he walked over to the counter where she sat next to the cake. He clearly noticed how she’d ruined the frosting, and she felt her face warm as he scooted a chair over.

“Hi Peter.” She managed, looking up at his face.

“Hello Tiff, It's great to finally meet you!” He smiled, and his eyes looked over at the cake.

Tiff looked away, fiddling with the strap of her belt. “Sorry about the cake, I was trying to get a scoop of frosting and, well…”

Peter just laughed, waving his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I made it for your birthday after all.”

“Well… yeah, but I fell on it!”

“Bah, don’t worry about it. If anything, I’m overjoyed to just meet you in person! And if you’re only doing that because you feel bad that you fell in some frosting, then I’ll happily accept meeting you as an apology.”

Tiff shifted on the counter. “Soooo… we’re cool?”

“Yeah, we’re cool.”

She nodded slowly, standing up. “And I’m good to leave? You won’t stop me?”

“Yes, and of course I won’t. I do have a question before you vanish though.”

“I can probably answer it, what?”

“Well,” He motioned to the cake, “Would you like a slice?”

[secondbeatsongs]

when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts

but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!

and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?

welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast

anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.

[lovethytendytenderly]

I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers by Fall Out Boy // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 25)

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[setsunaaaicons]

IAHSJSJA I GOT THE FULL SET LETS GOOO AKSBSJNAMA

[white-weasel]

The way final 4 fire making sucks is two-fold. The concept as a whole just bleh and takes away a vote for a round in a game all about voting people out. However, fire became an even worse thing after Chris Underwood gave up immunity and put himself in fire and contestants have misunderstood the purpose of the move and decided winning in fire = winning the game ever since

[dw-flagler]

its kind of funny to me that in the comics supergirl kind of occupies the spot for like the edgy superman. which is kind of weird for her typical role as kid sidekick to superman because her thing as a character (at least the versions of her character that i like) is that she doesn't have a reason to help anybody and doesn't like earth. edgy superman. but she's also the kid sidekick. strange juxtaposition

[bitchy-peachy]

Getting chemo today. Will not answer msgs for a couple of days cos I'll be high af and having weird reactions as usual. Expect infinite queue (that was already active but now my random live reblogs ain't going along with it unless they're scheduled since I do have some posts scheduled. These treatments leave me comatose fr)

[blackrosesandwhump]

March of Pain Day 25: I'm Sorry

CW: blood, implied death, emotional whump, male/female whumpees

“I’m sorry,” the knight whispers, drawing close to the princess’s bedside. “I failed you.”

The princess’s face is pale, nestled in pillows barely whiter than her skin. With her closed eyes and gently folded hands, he can almost imagine she’s sleeping peacefully. But the vials at her bedside tell a different story. One that, thanks to the knight’s failure to retrieve the water of life, will have only one ending.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, sinking to his knees. Fresh blood blooms through the bandages covering his wounded arm, but he doesn’t notice. It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing does.

“Pardon me,” comes a voice from behind him. “If I may be of service?”

“Go away. There’s nothing you can do.”

“Nothing?” says the voice. Footsteps cross the floor; the knight glances up. Someone is standing next to him, someone dressed in fabric that ripples like snakeskin. The knight’s gaze travels upward and meets the stranger’s eyes. A chill of fear skitters down his back but quickly turns to a thrill of hope at the man’s next words.

“I can bring her back, make her whole again as she never was before. And I can heal those wounds,” the stranger adds, nodding at the knight’s bandages.

The knight starts to speak, ready to beg for help, but the stranger cuts him off.

“That is, if you make me a deal. Your soul, for the princess’s life.”

@marchofpain

[crownrots]

big al is literally that “i’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me” meme and i think that’s what every geriatric mercenary needs to aspire to

[thebrittanybrigade]

Slowly and heartbreakingly coming to the conclusion I may have to almost completely forgo dock diving on my pursuit to get Eevee her championship since conformation is eating up all my time and money :/

[void-and-virtue]

Do you ever think about how Kevin thinks he’s broken down into enough pieces that everything he has left to give is his unbending faith?

Do you ever think about how Andrew has had everything taken from him, been abandoned and lied to and failed until he decided that the one absolute he had to give, the one thing he refused to let go of or break because it was the last thing left, was his word?

Do you ever think about how Neil understands the worth of a sincere promise because every single lie he’s ever told about who he is and what he’ll do made true belief in people, both being offered it by others and the ability to feel safe enough to extend it to someone else in trust, the most precious things he’s ever known?

[hella1975]

basically threw away £20 on my nails today so was already getting weird bc i apparently cannot be normal about money and then my paycheck came through just for my manager to have knocked off 11 hours worth of pay. so naturally i am crying in a dark room about it

[elisedonut]

fuck i'm actually going to end up enjoying Sevpercy huh

maybe in a picky I like them when they are in my head or when I do it kind of way

or in a time travel way because when it comes to Snape I like his teenage self a lot more than his adult self

[dreamsrunfaster]

hate hate hate trying to work after a panic attack. eaten breakfast been for a walk talked it through with a friend went for a run made and ate lunch showered. still shaking. still planning the inevitable discussion in my head.

[the-acid-pear]

first time bribing the health inspector and ☝ going insane.

[c0rpseductor]

it's really stormy today also <3

i'm really excited to talk to my mom about the SUPER STITCH! apparently it also comes in fucking mint green. which is amazing. i love a mint green contraption.

if we can't get our hands on one there are other (modern!) handhelds for a similar price point, which surprises me, but i really like the vintage one better. idk. i like the design of it more and it's fun that it's old and i just trust a more hefty piece of machinery a little more. if i really find it frustrating i can always get a new handheld sometime later bc these things are dirt fucking cheap

there's something exciting too about like. idk. it's this old piece of machinery that's honestly kind of a novelty in the way a lot of Extremely Specific Infomercial Contraptions end up being, but it still has a use, so it's reusing something extant and feels like. idk. less wasteful somehow. the idea just excites me very much.

ideally i'll get a mint one but a white one might be okay too. i'll probably decorate it with some stickers, since i have a lot and am always too paralyzed with indecision to put them on anything.