#a good and holy smell

[scobbe]

Spent $50 on incense and supplies for burning it at the monastery (we burn their incense at our church) only to burn two (2) grains panicking the whole time about setting off the smoke alarm.

[cxntpxppy]

he’s in europe & im in his bed at his house, riding his cock & huffing his dirty boxers. who’s having a better time .

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

my dad wanted to watch Black Widow and I was like HEY. I LOVE THAT MOVIE I'LL WATCH IT WITH YOU but I don't know how to explain that the opening sequence is so ruthlessly effective that it makes me want to burst into tears every time I watch it

[femmeidiot]

had my hair up on a claw clip but I washed it last night and I took it out and oh my god my hair smells so good

[borathae]

help?

[missingexaltation]

Another AU Fic idea:

Some time after season 4 (where everyone's alive and whole, damn it), Eddie finally gets his own place. Nothing wrong with staying with Wayne but he's finally outta school and loves the independence. Wayne also gets to have a bedroom again, so good for him.

Only he's gotta pay for everything now. (AND a whole shitload of one off purchases that he never thought about, like forks and pots and pans, what the FUCK, capitalism??).

So naturally, during his first month as an actual grown up, in his grown up house, amongst other things his razor breaks. And money is kinda tight for a guy on minimum wage and barely any furniture, so he thinks 'fuck it'. It can wait until next payday. He can cope.

Only a couple of days later, his face itches so bad, and in all honesty he looks like a bum. The guys at work find it hilarious, he's the baby there after all, and they think he's trying to grow it on purpose to look older. He doesn't want to admit that he's fucking broke, and even considers asking Rick to let him deal again for a bit, for some easy cash. (He doesn't because he promised Wayne, but it's really fucking tempting).

His scruff is growing in patchy, some bits quicker than others and it's looks a lot of a mess. He's got a knife that's vaguely sharp so he tries that, but no. Ouch. Despite his skilled guitarist's fingers he's still a bit of a klutz and nearly slices his cheek open. Still, it's less than a week till payday. He can cope.

A couple of days later, and while the itching has subsided, he's still weirded out each time he see himself in the mirror. It's not a metal look at all, he looks WAY older than he actually is. It's less patchy though, so there's that. Once he trims it a bit, it looks a lot better. Passable. Only a few days to go.

Wayne swings by that night, bringing take out for them both. He offers to chip in some cash, after he's stopped laughing his ass off. Eddie refuses it on principle, but sulks his way through his food until Wayne apologises for bruising his ego. He doesn't mention that he looks fucking amazing compared to a couple of days ago, mollified by Wayne's apologies nonetheless.

He still has zero cash, and skips breakfast, annihilating a couple of cupcakes that his boss brought in for the team, skips dinner, and gets second helpings of Mrs Jones' pecan pie at band practise (Gawd bless Gareth's mom). He's not sure how he's gonna get through the final day as he's already a hungry hungry hippo, but then when he wakes up the greatest thing happens.

Steve is back from his awful family vacation and calls him up, desperate to be around ANYONE that he's not related to.

He promises to bring food and gossip galore with him, and Eddie's day just got a million times better. He's whistling at work, begs a couple of candy bars from his coworkers, and by the time Steve arrives at his new abode that night, Eddie's climbing the walls ready for a full meal.

He's forgotten about the razor.

When he opens the door, Steve just gapes at him, before turning bright red and blinking really hard. It takes longer than it should for Eddie to remember, but suddenly the last week or so has been totally worth it, because Steve Harrington is kissing him and losing his goddammed mind over the shitty beard.

Holy fuck.

It's not until Steve pulls back that he seems to register who he's kissing, but he just shrugs it off and hands over the food. Eddie gets fed, gets the Harrington family gossip, and...gets the Steve staying the next few nights.

(He still shaves it off at the first opportunity because holy fuck it's annoying to keep it looking decent).

[amasiusblog]

THE ENCHANTED PUDDING STORY IS CANONICAL SEX POLLEN

IM SCREAMING CRYING LOSING MY MIND TEARING AT MY CLOTHES WAILING ON THE FLOOR WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE INGREDIANTS IN THIS PUDDING MAKES ME IRRESISTABLE TO POTENTIAL MATES WTF THIS IS CANON??? SEX POLLEN IN THE DEVILDOM IS CANON??? THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT TO A FIC IM CRYING

[metalst]

Cottagecore bitches love me on account of my bread making prowess

[macroglossus]

took the entire month of august, two and a half bags of gf flour (over thirty dollars. of flour), about five accidental attempts at mass familial poisoning (kept making treats with the discard blissfully unaware that it wasn't actually colonized by yeast yet at all but by other less yummy bacteria [which is why the entire concoction smelled evil]), and several days of cosleeping with the jar (somehow miraculously didn't spill all over the couch/crush it) but my sourdough starter is FINALLY off the ground and healthy and making genuinely sour ass yummy bread. took four times the amount of time and significantly more resources than i expected but i put a little pink bow on her and she's so cute now that i forgive her

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[kitwilsonsass]

what the fuck my food order got finalized at 7:03 and it arrived at 7:14

???

[thethingything]

anyway Sicilian lemon yogurt with granola and local honey my beloved. this is fucking delicious

[wtfuckevenknows]

IT’S TIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

GO GRANDPA

[eldritchflapper]

I cannot tell if it's the Airbnb's offered hair conditioner or hand soap but smth on me smells so good I'm snorting the surrounding air like it's cocaine

[vegaseatsass]

I always thought aging baggage was about like, societally induced bullshit about what our bodies should do and look like that mostly couldn't touch me because 1. I find the "look like" side of things sexy and have been anticipating The Changes with great eagerness since I was a teen 2. unpacking attitudes around disability and what my body can do is another thing I've been doing on and off since I was a teen (even if More is not such an eager process) what I didn't account for is the phenomenon of time??? moving faster and faster??? every year??? How terrifying it feels? To just not understand where 365 days went. For decades to disappear in a blur... it legitimately unsettles me!!

I have a bday coming up and I'm really trying to hold onto these contradictions. Half "Yesssss I'm heading into my sexiest years" half "but my 2018 birthday just happened. wtf"