#blue neighborhood

[angelofempire]

Inheritance, Matthew Cornell, 2012

[not-over-heaven]

blue skies, pretty clouds <3

[mehedihasan1293]

Child Swing Lamp Post Night Street Light

[softandwildx]

Distance makes the heart grow fonder

Said by someone stronger than me

So what do I do now?

I don't keep love around anymore

[windy-trickster]

More people should join the Blue Neighborhood. There's only like... 5 members of the neighborhood.

[omokel]

aled and daniel (the crowd goes wild)

[saetoshi]

“you make me sick.”

those were the words that had marked the end of your first (and only) conversation with itoshi sae.

it was supposed to mean you’d never have to see him again aside from the fleeting moments you’d bump into each other in the hallway. (you were grateful for it too. it meant not having to deal with the ungrateful jerk for longer than necessary.)

or so you’d thought. until you found him standing outside your door, scowling.

you glare at him, “why’re you here?”

“why’d you take so long to open the door?” he crosses his arms.

“i was doing this wonderful thing called sleeping,” you huff, “it’d do you well, jackass.”

he clicks his tongue in annoyance, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. you lean against your doorframe, crossing your arms.

your brows furrow. “why are you here?”

“i got locked out of my apartment.”

you bite back the smile that threatens to bloom in your lips. you cough in a poor attempt to hide your amusement, “so?”

“so,” sae’s frown deepens. “i need someplace to stay the night.”

disgust flashes through your face. “can’t you call security to open the door for you?”

“they can’t do anything until it’s morning.”

“that’s not my problem,” you tsk, “just ask someone else if you can crash at their place.”

he looks away from you, seemingly embarrassed, as a soft flush spreads through his face. “you’re the only person i know in the whole building.”

you gape. he tugs at the strings in his hoodie.

(how embarrassing. and awkward. for him, of course, he just unknowingly gave you some excellent blackmail material.)

“are you gonna let me in?”

the way he says it tugs at your heartstrings. he reminds you of a lost puppy, in a way. (an ugly, rude puppy. nevertheless, it makes you feel a bit of pity for him.)

you rub your temples and sigh, “do not make me regret it.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” there’s a twinkle in his eyes when he says that. it worries you. it’s enough to consider kicking him out before he even sets foot inside your apartment.

but that would mean you’re just as mean as he is. and you find the idea of sharing something in common with him to be sickening.

you sigh, opening the door to you apartment.

“this is your place?”

you don’t even have to turn around to see the judgmental look on his face. (you regret letting him in already.)

you take a deep breath, “is there a problem with it?”

“not at all.” he sounds condescending. it makes you wonder what kind of stick is up his ass. you hope he gets rid of it soon. you also hope to get rid of him too.

“i don’t have any extra rooms,” you turn around to look at him, “so you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

he lets out a displeased scoff. “the couch?”

“yeah,” you frown, “why?”

“i’m an athlete.” he glares at the couch, “i can’t sleep in that.”

“what, it’s gonna break your back or something?”

“i’ve got practice tomorrow morning.”

“well,” you purse your lips, “next time you leave your apartment don’t forget your keys.”

he glares at you, “i’m not sleeping in that couch.”

you glare back, “neither am i.”

the next couple of minutes are a blur. you don’t know what happened. and, as you stare at the ceiling, you’re not sure you want to know how you ended up sharing a bed with sae. (at least you had the sense to insist on dividing the bed with pillows.)

you softly curse when you feel him shift on the other side, pulling the blanket off of you.

you frown as you harshly pull the blanket back on your side. you groan in exasperation when he yanks it off again. “do you mind?”

“‘m cold.” he mutters.

“and you think i’m not?” you snap at him.

he groans. you pull the blanket back. he pulls it enough for both of you to be covered by it.

“don’t even think about getting rid of the pillows,” you mumble.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” his voice is laced with drowsiness.

“g’night,” you yawn. he grunts back in response. you drift off to sleep, hoping he’ll be gone by the time you wake up.

you were half-right. his alarm woke you up. still, you fell asleep again as he was getting out of bed.

though, you have to admit, it was a nice surprise waking up to find pancakes (and post-it with a poorly scribbled ‘thanks’) by your bedside table. (even if they were burnt.)

you decide that maybe (just maybe) you’ll have to return the favor someday and make him a decent meal. (you’d hate for your neighbor to poison himself with his lack of cooking skills before getting to know him.) 

[literaryspinster]

“Queer people deserve badly written corny garbage too!”

Or how about RWRB and Heartstopper aren’t badly written garbage (although they may very well be corny, corny isn’t always bad). How about they’re actually more like cute, sweet, escapist fluff? Which queer people indeed deserve.

[kafkasapartment]

Singapore, Peranakan Houses in Euros District, c. 2010. Tuul & Bruno Morandi. Digital, paper.

[yourneighborhoodbibliophile]

Ronan & Adam: A case study in love & religion

Call Down the Hawk, Maggie Stiefvater // Greywaren, Maggie Stiefvater // Maggie Stiefvater // The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater // Maggie Stiefvater // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Church, Chase Atlantic // Church, Fall Out Boy // Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater // Young God, Halsey // Coming Down, Halsey // Alexandre Haefeli // Unknown // Heaven, Troye Sivan // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Memento Interlude, Dinos and Charlotte Cardin // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Heaven in Hiding, Halsey

[not-over-heaven]

BEHIND THE SCENES.

[cawonii]

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

March 16th, 2024

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey do you think ya can explain Barnaby and his illusion smoke a bit? It seems really cool and I don't remember if ya talked about it in depth before

sure! this got a bit longer than i expected!

so i was thinking that Barnaby seems like more of a hands-off kinda guy when it comes to altercations. would rather sit back and make funny commentary! so if he Had to get involved, i imagine it would be from a distance and still in an Entertaining Way!

thus - illusion magic! for this au i've been picturing that he got his paws on some illusionary herb in his early teens. for making people laugh, you know! and help out with the farm - illusions could distract animals, convince them to move on to different pastures, calm the chickens for egg-collecting, etc!

Ms. Beagle didn't really approve, since smoking is harmful, but lucky for the both of them this particular plant doesn't deal as much damage when smoked as normal smoking materials would - like tobacco! something to do with the magic properties! so Barnaby mostly used it for chores (when his mama wasn't paying attention, ofc - it's still a bad habit in her eyes) and entertainment purposes.

how it works: on its own, it doesn't do much when burned. it's not like illusions will waft out of the pipe's bowl, or that sniffing it will give someone hallucinations. in order for it to work properly, the user has to inhale properly, form the Intent of what the illusion should be / look like / behave, then purposefully blow the smoke out with that thought firmly in mind. the reach of the smoke depends on the force of Intent, and the intensity depends on the amount inhaled. those that breathe it in / are surrounded by it will see hallucinations of whatever Barnaby - or whoever the user is - wants them to! it can be literally anything! whether or not the target is fooled depends entirely on the individual, but the herb is potent enough that most are convinced that what they "see" is real (auditory hallucinations only occur if the target breathes in the smoke)

upsides: this form of magic is great for distractions, cover, deescalation, and that kind of thing. if needed, Barnaby could stop a fight with one exhale! it's a pretty powerful trick! it also means that Barnaby has built up a tolerance to illusion magic over the years, so where most of the party would be tricked, Barnaby would be unfazed. the only one with total immunity to the form of magic is Wally!

downsides: if Barnaby uses too much in too short of a time, it will get to him. and since he breathes in the largest amount - undiluted at that - it can fuck him up! using it sparingly / using repeated small amounts doesn't do anything. the most it will do is make him feel slightly untethered, but he has an easy time ignoring it / shaking it off.

in mild cases of the magic getting to him, it's like a bad trip. his proprioception is messed with (basically he gets uncharacteristically clumsy & off-balance), he feels like he's falling, anxiety spikes, and his vision is just... off! there are blind spots (im talking actual blind spots, not spots of black), things are moving in ways that they shouldn't, he has mild auditory hallucinations. the others can help ground him by talking to him, touching him, and confirming what's real and what isn't.

in bad cases, it's like that but 10 times worse. on top of all of the previous symptoms being worsened, he gets extremely vivid hallucinations, and they're very often not fun! it's a simultaneous feeling of dying, going insane, and not knowing what the fuck is going on. Barnaby loses sense of where he is, who's where, what's happening. he can get lost in the hallucinations - he has no way to know that they aren't real. in these terrible trips, no one can really help him. they can't get through the hallucinations, and if they do, the magic morphs Barnaby's perception of them and they end up adding to the effects. honestly the best thing for him is to let him rest somewhere with as little sensory input as possible & leave him be until he starts to come down. physical contact does help, since Barnaby understands on an instinctive level that illusions can't touch him, but it doesn't help half as much as it does w/ the mild trips. and again, the presence of someone can make the hallucinations worse.

so! suffice to say! he doesn't like using the herb all that often, and it's why he Stays Out Of It unless absolutely needed. he has two pouches of the herb - one with the strong stuff, reserved for emergencies / one with just a tiny bit of it mixed in with Barnaby's own personal blend for recreational/everyday use. (he also has an emergency tobacco stash in his pack, but that's only for when he's completely out of his usual blend <3)

extra lil scribble that didn't make it into the lil doodle post... i broke his wrist...

[lionfloss]

by avdidit