#and its not bad to take things slow

[catmask]

SNAPDEX: DAY 13 | DEX 104

cubert.... warmup for today, 30 minutes

[llycaons]

I love content of wwx being smitten...just very in love and goofy about it and sappy and tender in ways he hasnt been allowed to be in canon. I would like to see more of it but I refuse to leave my circle so it comes inconsistently or not at all

[transgendz]

My roommate and I are financially unstable while he does through a long, complicated diagnosis process that started as we stopped being homeless. I just got a job, and it's going to pay well and allow us to get caught up and stable, but I don't get my check for a week and a half. We have rent due on the 1st, our storage bill due at the end of the month, and we are out of food.

Dm me for proof or details

I will do art for anyone who gives, just message me @theartistrans I also take commissions there.

Dm me for zelle

$creepiecrippl

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$0/$900

[curioscurio]

Got up early (for me), ate a light and healthy breakfast, applied to some jobs, took a long mental health walk with the dogs, gave one of them a bath, and even did some phone calls and messaging regarding my medication and pharmacy problems and managed to sort it out without breaking down!!! And! Showered!! Kicking ASS at mental health today

[im-fucking-baalin]

ohhhhh i am COOKING

[dyketubbo]

properly got the chance to read through the statements made by pomme dapper and ramons admins (plus admin 18s and some of the twitter update admins) and jeez i feel so bad for them but especially pommes admin. something incredibly sinister about focusing so much mistreatment on the admin who comes from the country where the union efforts are coming from while making merch of the character they played. capitalism is the enemy of creativity. whoever the people are that are removing admins without notice, theyre the ones that deserve to be removed from the project. not the egg/worker/animal admins that the whole fucking story is built on the backs of

[holmsister]

Kinda gets me when people age them down in AUs and stuff because to me those characters wouldn't be half as interesting if Chilchuck, Senshi and Mithrun were the tallman equivalent of in their twenties

[taraxacum-vulpes]

why is everyone pretending like cyberpunk edgerunners is good. the writing is so bad i hate it

[lottieurl]

extremely extremely worried about my dog :(

[jendoe]

okay it has been. Months. BUT i wanted to pop in since today is my birthday and let yall know how much i've appreciated the patience and kindness that's been shown to me this year 🫶 i am really proud of myself for getting here and i can only thank the wonderful people in my life for it 🤧 so lots of love from ME to all of you and also here's a picture of my fosters bc i Have been doing things in my absence

[spaghett-onaplate]

Oh I IMMENSELY fucked up this morning now I'm gonna be almost an hour late to work 😭

[rhymaes]

OKAY SAD POSTING OVER! sry to be negative af wtf so good news dump ! saw bestie for a long weekend, got drinks with friends in their city's small town and met strangers who were so NICE and not creepy, a v nice lady gave me a personal tip of $20 bc she remembers me everytime i take her order (which made me nearly cry!! wtf!!), my working out nearly every day while listening to my audio books is showing up & paying off & i feel sm better physically and mentally, & oh i got into a phd program <3 i'll know by April 15th (death day still huh) if my funding package will come through & if so, i will be a phd candidate for poetry & teaching actual classes for the first time ever & im . so fucking excited

[batemanofficial]

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[imflyingfish]

Its weird because i dont actually have much of a desire to move to france or use french reguarly in my life but at this point ive deadicated over a year to learning it so i might as well keep going and finish

[steelycunt]

hii 1st one for the siken mini fic thing (if ur still doing it)

hi bab! of course! feel like this got away from me sorry in advance xx three cheers for james pov tho!!

They’re standing in the little kitchenette, all three of them, and James is making them tea. They’ll have to take it black, he tells them, because they haven’t got any milk in: Sirius hasn’t been shopping for twelve days. In fact, he adds, they’ll have to settle for coffee—there are no teabags, either.

Rain dribbling against the window. A thin, sticky quiet, stretched out like chewing gum. Here is Sirius leaning against the fridge, arms folded over his chest, and there is Remus in the doorway. James stirs a teaspoon clockwise, counter-clockwise, in zigzags, wonders if he ought to leave them to it.

“It would’ve been nice for you to let us know that you’d be getting back today,” says Sirius. “I never know when you’re supposed to be coming home. If you’re supposed to be coming home. Three weeks is a long time to not hear anything.”

His voice is deliberate, stiffened by some voluntary rigor mortis; it’s jarring against his bloodshot eyes, against the tell-tale tremor in his hands and James’ memory of turning up to the flat two nights ago and finding him in a drunken, inconsolable heap on the floor outside the bathroom, clad in boxers and Remus’ dirty, sweat-drenched t-shirt.

(The last three weeks have gone like this: Sirius, denouncing Remus as the traitor in a snarl of cigarette smoke. Sirius, weeping into the side of James’ neck, convinced Remus is lying dead, half-buried in a forest somewhere—where is he? Oh god, my Moony, where is he?)

Remus sways on his feet, scratches at the stubble marring his chin, jaw, cheeks. Dirt beneath his fingernails, dried blood gone rusty at his nose and streaked down the side of his head—he looks as though he’s being held upright by a yardstick tied to his spine, like the slouching plants in James’ mother’s garden. James wants, so fiercely, to hug him. The bastard.

“It all happened really quickly. I only got the instructions a few hours ago—got told I could come back. I didn’t know that they were going to—didn’t want to hang around to send a Patronus ahead,” Remus explains, sheepish. “I’m sorry. Really short notice, all of it was. I just wanted to get back. They don’t tell me anything either.”

The sentiment slides feebly off of Sirius. “Right,” he says, stepping towards him; James accidentally drops the teaspoon against the side of one of the mugs and for a split-second they both turn to look at him as it clinks.

And then Sirius is pressing his palm to Remus’ chest, over his heart, like a makeshift stethoscope. They watch each other for a very long time, and the longer they stay like that the more James feels himself turning to dust motes, to wallpaper. The more ruined everything becomes.

The palm curls into a fist. Briefly, James thinks Sirius could hit him. Something flutters across Remus’ face, moth-like, that suggests he thinks the same thing. They both would’ve appreciated a copy of the script.

“Are you hurt?” Sirius demands.

Remus’ smile, knocked crooked. Familiar. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so, not terribly. But I need—do need to sit down.”

Sirius nods, reaches around wordlessly to tug the rucksack off Remus’ shoulder. It’s at this point that James opens his mouth, and is distressed to find he no longer has anything to say. His friends share a strange, skittish devotion that can be rather frightening, sometimes. It seems to be eating itself. He finds it rather hard to think of it as love.

Three mugs of black coffee, steaming on the kitchen counter. Three dark, round pits. Sirius and Remus disappearing into the bathroom, hand in hand, and leaving James to stare into them.

[calicostorms]

AAAA LIFE IS GOING SO FAST