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[cupid-styles]

or smth for wolfrry like OMG THEM GETTING EACH OTHER TINY GIFTS EVEN THO THEY SAID NO GIFTS BC COLLEGE AND BROKE AND THEY OPEN IT AND R ALL LOVEY DOVEY AND CUTE AND JUS LIKE

like he gets her smth adorable and sentimental and shes jus :’) for me:’) and hes like mhm:D for my baby and she jus meltss

omg YES!!!!!!!

. . .

"I thought we said no gifts."

Y/N has the cutest pout on her face, one that makes Harry want to surge across the length of his bed and pepper kisses all over it until she's begging him to stop. And normally he would, but he figures that wouldn't help make matters any better, considering he fully went against their whole no-Christmas-presents rule for this year.

They decided on it for good reasons, admittedly. They're in college and broke, and they both said they would rather spend their money visiting one another over summer vacation, or even maybe go somewhere for spring break. (Harry's frat would likely be taking their annual beach trip, and while he's joined in the past, he sees a week off from classes, stress, and homework as seven days in heaven with his mate. Or, mate to-be at least.)

But the thought of not getting his girl anything for Christmas just wasn't an option to him. He's an alpha, a natural caretaker, and he just wants to give her the best, always. His financial situation hadn't changed so he was strapped for options, but he thinks he still did a pretty good job, all things considered.

"I know we did, but you deserve something," Harry replies with a shrug, pushing the shoddily wrapped gift into her lap. "Open it."

"But I didn't get you anything!" she whines with a frown. "I feel awful, Harry."

"Don't. I wanted to do this for you. Now open it, please."

He punctuates the sentiment with a cheeky smile so she huffs, doing as he asked and gently tearing into the wrapping paper. Her hands brush over the black faux leather of a small book, her eyebrows furrowed as she glances up at him for an explanation.

He swallows, his throat bobbing, "Um, it's a scrapbook. Of, like, us."

"A scrapbook?" she repeats, flipping the front cover open.

"Yeah," he nods, "I know we've only been together for a few months and we haven't properly mated yet but every day that we've spent together has just been... it's been amazing."

With tears framing her waterline, her eyes look over the collection of memorabilia from their relationship: A cute drawing of Playboy bunny ears (a nod to the night they met), a movie ticket from one of their dates, a note she scrawled into his planner one day when they were studying.

"This is beautiful," she mumbles. "I love it."

"Really?" Harry asks as he shuffles a bit closer to her, "I know it's not much but—"

"I love it." Y/N repeats, reaching out to place her hands on his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. She keeps her forehead against his. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten. Really. And I promise I'll get you something incredible while we're away for winter break."

"Don't do that. You're the only Christmas gift I want this year."

"So sappy," she giggles, "What happened to my big, strong alpha?"

"Oh, shut up."

[lilacevans]

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓 (51/??)

[abuckygirlarchive]

get u friends who support ur brand

[peachdoxie]

My adhd stress advice post is at 99,981 notes right now, which means that by the time I wake up it'll probably have over 100k notes. Another one to add to my collection.

[trans-axolotl]

also my thesis is now at 60 pages and i just have the preface and introduction section left to write! going to do that tonight and then spend the next three days doing intense editing and elaborating and expanding some sections. so it will probably end up being around 75-80 pages which i am happy with. finished the three case studies (intersex society of north america/hermaphrodites with attitude, InterACT, and Intersex Justice Project), wrote the theoretical framework section (compulsory dyadism, ideology of cure, intersex and/as/is/with disability) and now i just have to go back and like. edit all of it in a way that is coherent and makes sense and is insightful.

thinking of maybe also adapting my thesis into a less academic version and publishing it online if people want to read it.

also in the next couple weeks going to post some of my favorite sources and intersex history i learned from my thesis when i get a chance.

[baejax-the-great]

WIP Wednesday

Totally braindead this week and slowly typing out words in 3 different WIPs, but have some Agua Caliente

“I feel like a teddy bear the way you hold me sometimes,” Patroclus murmurs. Achilles had just been drifting to sleep and hadn’t realized his grip on Patroclus had tightened.

“Oh.” Achilles eases his hold on him. “Is that bad?”

Patroclus grabs his hand before he can pull away, and holds it tight against him again. “No. I like it. It gets a little warm after a while, but it’s worth it.”

He likes the feel of him in his arms. He is broad and soft and sturdy and human. There’s a heft to him. He feels right. It feels like his arms were meant to do this. Now when he sleeps alone, he ends up wrapping his arms around a pillow and wishing it were him.

“I hate not sleeping with you.” It slips out, just an idiotic confession. They’ve only done this a handful of times, but that was enough to spoil Achilles’ sleep all other days. The first time Achilles had to confront his empty bed after Patroclus had slept in it, he’d just stared at it blankly for fifteen minutes, as if willing Patroclus to fill it again. Instead, he’d managed to summon the kittens, but they just don’t have any weight to them. He’s afraid of crushing them in his sleep. They have no such qualms, pouncing on his feet and attacking his hair at all hours of the night.

“Is that why you hold me like I might disappear in the night?”

Achilles laughs against his neck. “I don’t know how I managed it for so long. It’s better like this.”  

“Do you have trouble sleeping?”

“I have five cats. What do you think?”

[chromatic-lamina]

Episode 1056. They should be besties.

[bee-sidebranch]

Hi! Can you draw Meditite? Please.

feeling the wind on your face,

[artwithalmondz]

Acxa: I’m going to confess my feelings for you tomorrow.

Keith: Wait-what?!

Acxa: So, are you free after your patrol?

Keith, blushing: Yes.

Acxa: Great! Be prepared!

Keith, blushing harder: Okay…

Acxa: Why is your face red??

Keith: Because what you said was basically a confession.

Acxa, blushing: Oh.

Acxa: Please forget I said anything!

[evakant]

yesterday i had a quick back and forth with my sister and after i was like, have to commission someone to draw yunmeng shuangjie having the same conversation but then i forgot to write it down 😭

[and-stir-the-stars]

Other small questions about zombie Evan....

What's his favorite show?

You mentioned before that moving hurts him, How much does it hurt. is it enough hurting that he just never moves?

Does he ever go outside like ever?

His favorite show... hmmm... well, he wouldn't like comedies or cartoons. He's an emotional, traumatized wreck and doesn't have it in him to laugh anymore. Humor is lost on him, drowned in numbness and fear and pain. Even if he could laugh, the movement would hurt.

He doesn't want to watch sad things. He's sad enough already. Sometimes a certain type of sad thing will resonate with him, make him feel understood and less lonely, but mostly, they just make him feel worse.

Adventure genres are out for the most part, too. They're filled with so much violence and horror. Evan's had quite enough of that.

Family dramas make him feel sad and lonely.

I think the thing he feels safest while watching would be something informative, like a documentary. If any exist in the 90s (when SL takes place), he would probably watch a show detailing all of NASA's latest discoveries and explaining space. Evan might be too young to understand most of it, but at least he likes the pretty pictures of space. He'd watch nature documentaries, too, if not for the scary scenes of animals hurting and killing each other.

For your other questions. Every movement Evan makes hurts. He can feel every bone grinding together with each movement, with no muscle there to facilitate it. Moving his hands is the worst; there's so many small bones there, grinding together, so many clicking out of place and into a wrong, uncomfortable, painful position each time he twitches his hand even the slightest.

Then again, the pain is mostly in his head. Like phantom limb pains. There's been many times when Evan’s skin has ripped and his limbs popped off entirely, and Evan never even noticed. He would look down and there his arm is, unattached, dangling in place only by his sleeve. Evan goes to take another step, except he doesn't realize the aching in his leg is a phantom limb pain, that his leg is gone; he "places" a foot that doesn't exist anymore on the ground and faceplants on the floor. The impact chips his fragile teeth, unhinges his barely re-attached lower jaw and sends it skittering all the way across the room; new cracks form in Evan’s skull. Maybe he has a couple of tear-like cracks running down from his eye sockets from this incident.

So, Evan doesn't move. It hurts too much, and he's so fragile. Both he and Mike are scared that Ev will hurt himself. Evan doesn't do much more than sit on the couch, which is ironic, really. Because Evan had a collapsed trachaea as a kid, and it meant that Ev couldn't breathe very easily; he would start wheezing and gasping at the slightest strain, and so spent more time watching tv and sitting stationary playing with his plushies and reading, rather than running around outside like other kids. In that way, Evan’s afterlife isn't so very different from his life-- or rather is a more twisted mirror of what his life once was.

He doesn't go outside. Mike feels so guilty for the state Evan is in, but then again, he doesn't fight Ev too much on the never going outside thing. How can either of them ever go outside again when living like this?

[frikatilhi]

Is jere balding kind of genuine question bc i could've sworn i saw a bald patch on the top of his scalp? or am i just hallucinating? I need second opinions?

Need photographic reference? It's not uncommon at all to be thinning at 30. When he slicks his hair back the hairline situation is visible so maybe?

[anime-bxuty]

"They say it's your birthday, so... I got you these. Happy birthday, Hina." Rock would give his classmate some donuts and a birthday message written on paper adorned with music notes.

"Thanks, but how did you hear it was my birthday? Did Chihiro or one of my classmates tell you?" Asahina happily took the donuts, and looked at the birthday message.

[saw-tistic]

has anyone put tom scott in the saw bathroom yet

[sidetongue]

some speedy kids  

[polycatyl]

Hey random question, can you tell me about squids and what they eat, and how they move, and just random facts?

nah I can't