#bee overshares

[shysneeze]

carefully creating the perfect instagram story, with music and caption, for the person who wants nothing to do with me anymore (they liked it at 2am, i will be delusional for an extra month)

[tboybuck]

Hi!!! I just wanted to say i saw your tags about staying home for Christmas and wanted to say i absolutely 10000% support that!!! You should stay home and make your most favorite foods! And watch adorable sappy or scary Christmas movies alllll day! Maybe make cookies!!!!

I dunno. Just wanted to say i support you staying home and doing things that make you happy instead of going through that again!!! 💚💙💚

i really appreciate this support so so much. i love christmas a lot and i knew this holiday season would be weird but I didn't anticipate just how weird until being faced with it last week during Thanksgiving.

But yeah I'll probably stay home, bake enough cookies to fill up my giant cookie tin, order Chinese takeout, and binge all my favorite Christmas movies like I used to back when I worked all holiday season! It's much more relaxing anyway to ship gifts to family and not perform when I don't have to, y'know?

my therapist will probably tell me this is just my PDA and that once i get past that demand avoidance i'll "realize how much i actually want to be there" but she and i will just have to agree to disagree on this one lmao

[bee-a-lover]

the ending of this chapter is being Hard To Write 😡

[queenbeeibee]

Burst in full of fire and tail lashing “Satan had his hand around YOUR neck?! AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME EVERYTHING?! How big was his hand ?! Was it warm?! “

He’s so upset she didn’t tell him first !!

( lmao )

"He did! It was HUGE, like, fucker could wrap two fingers around my throat, no problem. Warm, eeeeeh, little bit??? Mostly really, REALLY hot. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you first, buuuuuuuuut I have a standing promise to Momo that if there's ever an option to ruin Mam's day, I have to take it before ANYTHING else. I promise-promise-PROMISE, though, if anything happens again, you're the first person I'll call~"

[lighthouseas]

sorry guys it's the Yearning Hours. i cannot change this

[loveyou3000mylove]

Things about meee

-am old enough (21)

-i read alot

- am busy always

-i like people

MY PROMPTLIST♪♢

↪Bee overshares♡★♡

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Ugh can i just not

[bee8467]

what if i chugged sleeping meds, (i can’t sleep)

[shysneeze]

can’t believe i finally kissed a girl and she went home (abroad) for months then a few weeks before she would be back she fucking ghosted me so i got one really good kiss then NOTHING fucking lesbianism is going to kill me

[baekuras]

also on oversharing from others:

among all the confirmed gays i stay the only one w/out a friends+benefits situation

feeling left out here smth

[littlepadika]

Little Duck Goes to Market

Pero Tovar x Reader(Patitia), mention of ddlg, how they met

Hope you enjoy, my patitas! 😘 unedited just vibing :)

The first cool breeze of the summer slid in through the cracked window of the truck as you and pero went into town. It had been a particularly good harvest which meant you and pero were taking the surplus to the saturday farmer's market.

Home was a twenty minute drive into a small farming village. Every saturday neighboring farmers and locals would set up stalls with trinkets, clothes, produce, fresh bread, flowers. The make up of the merchandise would change as the season got colder. Fruits to vegetables to canned goods then sweet breads and jerky.

"Excited patita?" Pero reached over the seat and laid a hand over your thigh.

"Mhm. I love it!"

"I know you do, bebita." He chuckled.

"I think Elena will have flowers for our table, papi. And Rebecca told me last week she had some beads I can have! OH and Arturo should be back from the city with all new candies!" You rattle off this information which makes him smile more.

"Ay you will be so busy will you have time to help papi?"

"Of course!" You lean over and kiss his scruffy cheek.

You loved the saturday market. The idea you were seeing special treasures and food grown with love. It was endless possibility. It's where you first met Pero. You were new in town, hardly knew anyone. You had come across his stall and bought a honey stick from him...

Pero thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, wearing bright yellow rain boots and a white dress like a little duck. He hoped he wasn't blushing too hard when he handed you the little treat. He kept his lips in a tight line and head bent to avoid his scar from showing.

"How much?" You asked, reaching into your bag.

"No cost." He waved his hand. Such a small thing. You should have it.

"No I couldn't!" You shook your head, holding a bill out.

"It's my extra. I have plenty already." He crossed his arm, refusing to take your money.

"What about this?" You searched his stall before holding up a carton of tomatoes. "How much now?"

"No charge. Take it." Pero shook his head again, keeping his arms against his chest. You frown but it doesn't last long until it becomes a grin.

"Okay..." You set down the tomatoes and start to leave.

"No- take it. Take it." He held up the carton. "Please." As he leaned forward into the bright sun you could see his face more clearly. There was a prominent scar over his brow but it did not take away from his chiseled jawline and full lips. His eyes were brown and held no hardness even through his gruff demeanor.

You take the tomatoes with heat in your face.

You returned the next week and the next, stopping by his stall for a honey stick. Sometimes you'd indulge in his other items. The tomatoes were perfect in a sauce and you also loved his chard lettuce. It was always him by himself. A hulking man who seemed out of place in this small village. He always wore blue overalls with fraying pockets with a couple dirt spots over the front, with some sort of dark shirt underneath. Every time he'd refuse your offer of money. And a delusional voice said it was because he liked you though he never showed any other exeptional kindness towards you. He did not charge hardly anything for his products which told you he was generous. People in this town were struggling and already selling what little they had.

He indulged you in short conversation about the weather or the people in the village. You caught glimpses into his secluded life. He owned two chickens, a small bee hive, had a sprawling garden which provided almost all the food he needed year round, a horse which he spoke of fondly. He mostly listened to you talk, maybe out of nervousness you would overshare. But you told him about the city where you came from, what you studied at university, the latest house project that was keeping you busy, why you wanted to move to the country.

You perused the other stalls for something you might be able to give him in return for the free honey sticks. Old books, worn shoes, watches that did not work anymore. Settling on the only thing that really spoke to you, you wandered back to his stall one saturday and placed a small bouquet of crocus still in their bulbs next to his till.

When he looked up at you questioningly, you simply smiled shyly slipping back into the crowd. Little did you know how that made his heart melt. He watched you, always watched you as you walked from stall to stall. To the point it was distracting him from selling off any of his lot. His hands itched to feel the warm skin of your collarbone, to feel your sunkissed cheeks. He watched you jump with both feet into a puddle left from overnight rain. Not caring about your pretty dress. Almost like you were in your own little perfect world. He wished he could be part of it. He would think of you as the week went on, looking forward to seeing you again. Selecting the fattest honey stick to be set aside for you. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to be close to someone so alive.

You had grown close with the two women, Elena and Rebecca, who lived down the road from you. They told you Pero (his name was Pero) lived away from the village, keeping to himself. They gossiped that he had fought in a foreign war and came back with a massive treasure to keep him comfortable for all his days.

"If it were me, I'd move to paris and never work another day in my life."

"He must be traumatized from the war. That's why he lives alone and hordes his treasure."

Curiosity took hold and you found yourself lingering by his stall at the end of the market.

"Can I help you pack up?" You offer as he stacks the crates on top of each other.

"I can manage." He responds. Well, he didn't tell you go to away. You watch him hoist the crates onto the bed of his truck. There wasn't much left in them. They had been full a couple weeks ago. You busy yourself with folding up the off white sheet he had over the table.

"I won't be back next week." He says, turning and facing you.

"Oh." You feel your heart deflate a little. You'd miss seeing him. And your honey stick. "Are you traveling?"

"No. I have sold all my surplus." he gestures towards his truck. "I will not return until I have more to give."

"Ah." You say when you realize he was not going to explain more. "So... you don't come simply to look for things for yourself?"

"There is nothing I need." He shrugs though in the back of his mind there was something or someone new that may bring him into town. Summoning his best smile he said, "Gracias for the crocuses. I planted them the day you gave them to me. They continue to bloom."

"You're welcome." You smile, taking a step towards him. "I believe in repaying kindness with kindness."

"If only more shared your sentiment." He smiles slightly. "I should go." And at least he sounds sorry about it.

You saw no point in going to the next saturday market because he wouldn't be there. You had plenty of produce and really did not need to be spending more money on trinkets. Your new home was falling apart around you. No one had lived here in years. You threw yourself in the renovations and hardly noticed the sun sink lower and lower in the sky.

"Pollito! Can you help us move our stall? The damn wheel broke on that missing cobblestone."

"Of course." You set down your spackle. When you reach the street most of the vendors are paking up but standing in the middle of the street is Pero. His broad form easy to spot. Why was he here? He sees you and immediately starts walking towards you.

"Pollito! Here lend a hand-"

"Shhhh" Elena shushes her, watching Pero approach.

"Hello." He nodded, twisting a cap in hand.

"Hello." You reply, linking your hands behind your back.

"I was looking for you. I mean- I came to see you."

You feel your heart race with excitement and something rear up in you that wanted to dance around in the golden hour light.

"Here, for you, patita." He held out an object you knew well. A honey stick!

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[laurrelise]

‧₊° hi, i’m lauren :) ‧₊˚✧

this is an intro post because i’m just realizing i should probably make one!!

i’m 18, i go by she/her, im bisexual, and i get hyperfixated on things i love so extremely and periodically that i can’t help but think and talk about them nonstop until i inevitably hyperfixate on something else.

currently stuck on: the umbrella academy!!!

^ (this blog is NOT spoiler free btw!!)

anywho, i tend to yap a whole bunch, but i’m pretty friendly, and i’d love to be mutuals if you ask nicely :)

i yap under the tag laur rambles, all of my own posts are under laur says stuff, and all my art is under laur draws stuff :)

more below the cut !! <3

also i love love love all of these things:

stranger things

a series of unfortunate events (the series)

the umbrella academy

future man

FNAF

the hunger games

euphoria

ride the cyclone

scott pilgrim

heartstopper

drawing

painting

crocheting

film in every sense of the word (i want to go into film)

crafting of all sorts!!!

just about all classic rock music (my all time favorite genre hands down)

2010’s nostalgia pop music (i will absolutely get down i swear) (but also all music) (i will jam out to just about anything i promise)

all bright colors (but blue has my heart forever and always)

nature, especially the mountains

literally all animals (but my heart beats especially for kitties and chinchillas) (i’m biased) (i have both)

(peanut + effie + bailey)

here’s some of my fav songs atm!!

ok i think that’s all and maybe i overshared but i tend to do that so prepare yourself !! <3

‧₊˚✧ peace out man B) ‧₊°

[starmycar]

Cole headcanons

They have a bad habit of chewing their nails, it's not a severe habit that they do it all the time but it's noticeable. Like you can look at their nails and it's shorter than a normal person's nails.

Clemy tried to break their bad habit but it lasted for a few weeks before they got back to their bad habit 😑

THEY'RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT BORED GAMES

To the point that when the gang tries to play bored games they ask Cole to take it easy on them 😭

Their love language is gift giving <3

They deffo made the gang matching friendship bracelets 😝

They're really good at making bracelets that Kingsley decided to make their hobby a business 😋 Cole didn't mind tho but their fingers were starting to hurt 😞 that's why they have a bandages on their fingers

MATCHING BANDAGES WITH KINGSLEY 😝

THEY LOVE CATS IT'S ADORABLE 😭💕

Clemy prolly found them hugging a cat in their sleep 🥺 it was so adorable 😭

Cole also found an injured stray kitten and BEGGED Perrine to let them keep it but Perrine said no 😞

But Cole was too soft hearted so they took care of it and sneaked the kitten in 😜 so now they have a pet cat 🥺

THEY'RE GOOD AT WRITING POEMS

They prolly have a poem about clemy stacked in their drawer somewhere

Cole and the gang had this ritual where every time it's raining they have to dance under the rain 🤭

They tried to cut their hair once 😐 IT DID NOT END WELL 😶 Kingsley walked in on them cutting their hair and teased them for it 😊

Kingsley was prolly like "what did you do to your hair 😂" "don't tell anyone please 🙏😭" and Kingsley agreed to help Cole with their hair but they still teased them about it 🙄

Has a soft spot for animals so they became a vegan 🥺 they just can't handle eating animals yknow?

Prolly has a secret spot outside of the village where they could just take a breather and relax because we need one once in a while y'know?

They are quite clumsy so they get hurt sometimes 😣 it's not that they're not aware of their surroundings oh no it's just that the universe is just against them 😐

They sometimes trip on nothing, bump into a random object so ye they have scars now 😎

If they were in our universe they most definitely have noise cancelling headphones

They listen to Cavetown, alex G, the bird and the bee, and Adrianne lenker

Their playlist name is deffo poetic and stuff, and selects the most random cover photo for their playlist

They won't live without music, so if all music mysteriously vanishes they won't live AT MOST 10 minutes (same)

Is musically smart

Also have this weird obsession of biology

So Yap about it A LOT to clemy, albeit shyly because they don't want to overshare 😣

But when Cole learned that clemy didn't mind they were OVER THE MOON

Is not a morning person like you PHYSICALLY have to pull them out of their bed

Is because their bed is REALLY comfortable to the point that one of the group snuck into their bedroom and slept there *ahem* Kingsley WHO SAID THAT

They have a bad case of nightmares, to the point that Perrine had to come over to their bedroom and wake them up because they were shaking and breathing heavily ☹️

It's so sad though because Cole because of the nightmares they stopped sleeping for 5 days 😦

But Perrine noticed and dragged them back to bed so not to worry 🤗 how'd Perry notice? It was probably because Cole was starting to hallucinate 😵‍💫

Their interaction basically went like this "hey Perrine what is that? 😟" "what is what Cole? 🤨" "that tree over there 🫵 it has faces on them 😦" "no it's not Cole 😑 okay you need to go to bed 😮‍💨"

After Cole slept they were scolded by Perrine 😣

𝗔/𝗻

This was so fun to make because I relate to Cole a lot so it wasn't hard to make 😋 and I will prolly post Kingsley's headcanons after this 🤭

Thank you for reading ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

[threecatjamboree]

pretending leo tagged me in this because i love oversharing on beyonce's internet:

watching: bee and puppycat

reading: doing my darndest to get through 2001 A Space Odyssey

listening: to a new album everyday of July to expand my musical palate. today my assigned listening is A LONG VACATION by Eiichi Ohtaki

making: multiple secret crochet projects but the non secret one is a hexagon cardigan. i'm also supposed to be finishing mixing my EP but whatever

drinking: cold brew and aldi brand mixed berry kombucha

cooking: i make the same four meals but i'm adding pan fried zucchini to the list this week

healing: trying to manage whatever this chronic pain disorder is and recover from a bad mental health episode this spring

hating: that lady at the museum who saw me maneuvering in my wheelchair and said "wow must be nice getting around the easy way"

enjoying: playing minecraft with my friends and going out for weekly coffee with my mother in-law :)

tagging @mirrorama @rovetrade @junksterrr and @weenhand yewwww also if you wanna do it just say i tagged you that's fine i love being nosy

[team-avia]

am i the only that would love a platonic elena route, of us just giving her the help she needs in the coffee shop, and talking shit about some her customers, and giving her the to time to finally write those biographies she mentioned she could do cause of dani's oversharing.

Don't have a lot of time rn, but I'd also love an Elena route.

arla

elena route would be just a massive cafe au but tbh elena gives me aromantic vibes

bee

Platonic route Elena would be so cool

cinder

maybe after our next original title we'll consider it, i'd be on board with it but right now i don't really have the time 😔

finch

[breakdownsbuttlights]

can't stop thinking about prowl oversharing to bee one day about (in vague terms) the meso thing and bee sat there like. dont tell me about your sugar baby, PLEASE

Poor Prowl really didn’t have a choice. Bee kept expressing concern about the bruises on his neck, and there are only so many times you can explain a hickey away with “I fell.”