God. You know what gets me? We always thought Johanna was the normal one, the one that was city versus wilderness, normal versus Hilda's chaos.
But Johanna is the one who's half fairy, and she, instead of Hilda, chaos incarnate, wilderness lover, is being drawn to stay on the island. Hilda, on the other hand, wants to go home, to Earth, to Trolberg, to her friends, to her and Johanna's adopted family.
It's so ironic that Hilda is actually the one who is more human than Johanna-- literally. She's only one-fourth fairy, and she's got magic from Earth-bound creatures like the trolls (re: being turned into a troll for a time and now being able to understand what they're saying).
It's such an interesting reversal: Hilda was originally the one who didn't want to leave the wilderness when Johanna wanted to, and now, now that that seems like the only thing left, to live in unfiltered magical wilderness, Hilda just wants to return to Trolberg.
Sorry that all my text posts aren't five miles long to account for every detail and minutiae about the subject I'm talking about. I thought that you would observe the world around you and understand the implied presence of the baseline aspects of what I'm discussing. I'll go into the bell tower to give myself lashings now.
Do you think. That once Fit gets back and Pac is more than overjoyed to see him, that Pac just has to say it. He doesn’t care if Fit isn’t ready to hear it; if Pac doesn’t tell him that he loves him and Fit disappears again he’ll never be able to live with himself knowing that Fit never heard those words come out of his mouth in any language. Do you think he’s sobbing as he says it, switching almost incomprehensibly through languages but his tone and body language is clear to Fit because he has the exact same thing on his mind. They understand each other and they’re both just crying but it’s so clear and they feel awful and terrible but so, so loved. And Fit tries to tell Pac about all the horrors he faced from Madagio and how fucked up he is and Pac just doesn’t care because He Loves Him No Matter What. Pac feels for him because he knows part of what he’s been through and he knows that both of them have done fucked up shit But He Loves Him Anyway.
I’m pushing them together like two beat up action figures
NAH I’ve been tracking this for so long and ran to my mailbox 😭
He’s wonderful and so soft I love Himb so much TY @theskeletongames (Poetax I’m so sorry I dont know what blog to tag skehdud) for designing them beautifully!!
"Why when I cook with my grandma recipes it doesn't taste like hers?" Add more butter in the pan. The amount of butter is rarely if ever given to you by your grandma, but I assure you that she uses a lot more than you do.
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I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.
BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)
Pre snippet here
Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.
Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.
He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.
Eddie.
The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.
Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”
Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.
Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.
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I’ve gotten some asks about sharing my cats- you don’t have to ask a cat lady to spill the (toe)beans twice (I’ll see myself out).
I give you el gato #1, my eldest: Aaron Purr (the white kitten doing yoga).
I fostered kittens before rona & Aaron was an intentional foster fail from the Hamilkitties litter.
he’s had a toe fetish since birth, for both his own toes & unfortunately everyone else’s (see video exhibit #2) & is the living, breathing embodiment of a himbo: big of heart, dumb of ass.
I’m pretty sure he was a golden retriever in a previous life. he’s the only cat I’ve ever met that actually likes belly rubs & he used to play fetch before he contracted pure lazy disease.
he has giant, goofy eyes & my friends have actually memed the pics below (help yourself & please tag me if you use them- it would make my week).
art by my hella talented sister
he’s also obsessed with me: the boy will see me leave the apartment, then go sit outside my office & cry & cry & cry, hoping I’ll magically materialize. if he can’t be glued to my side at all times, everyone’s gonna hear about it (literally).
when I’m GIFFing or gaming in said office & I haven’t paid attention to him in sooooo long (i.e. 5 minutes), he’ll stretch himself up & oh-so-gently pat my face with his paw- also while crying. have I mentioned the whole “loves to cry” thing yet?
cries in loaf 🍞
Aaron also has allergies & let me tell you: hearing heavy breathing only to look up & see this face staring back with maximum creep intensity is, uh- it’s something.