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[thewaywardkees]

It's been so long since I've interacted with the Harringrove fandom, but I was going over old drafts I have on Google Documents today and found this piece I want to dedicate to my precious @ihni because darling... You have always and will always be my FAVORITE Harringrove writer. Always remember there's Stephen King, there's Taylor Jenkins Reid and then there's you (Baby Steps and Of Cats and Men will always live in my brain). I adore you, darling! ❤️ The only Harringrove Post of my own that I want to post online belongs to you and you only!

—

"I miss you, Billy..." Steve looks away from the stone as tears begin flooding his eyes, his heart thumping loudly against his chest as it finally gives in to the pain he has felt for so long. The pain he kept forcing down in order to be Steve — designated driver, babysitter, dumb friend Steve. His chin wobbles as he says "I miss my best friend…"

He lets the tears fall.

It had been strange how Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove became best friends but Steve had seen stranger things before. He remembers bits and pieces from how it started and that's why he cannot hate his mother as much as he tries to. She brought Billy to him or her borderline fascination at keeping the garden perfect did. 

"The fuck are you doing in my house?" He spat out as soon as the front door was opened and it revealed Billy. Billy, wearing too thin clothes for Indiana's winter.  Fingerless gloves and open shirt, no beanie, no warm jacket. Steve wondered if the guy wanted to die of frostbite, he decided he didn't care.

"Must've gotten the wrong address, princess. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Billy replied, his brows furrowing slightly as he checked the paper he was holding in his hand and then whatever he thought was on the walls or door. Billy was about to say something when Steve bit out.

"Alright. Fuck off." 

Billy rolled his eyes and saluted him as he said  "Right on, your highness."

"Suck my royal..." 

"Billy… is it you?" His mom was suddenly at the front door. 

The rest is history.

Steve and his countless six packs of beer because "You are old enough to buy beer, Harrington." — "Bold of you to tell me I look 21, asshole". Billy and expensive packs of cigarettes because "I'm not smoking cheap shit, Hargrove. If lung cancer is gonna take me, I'll allow only good shit in my mouth", Billy turning beet red and Steve blurting out innuendos so easily afterwards.

Late nights at the Quarry and Billy talking shit about his dad, bloodshot eyes as he tried to shrink his rage and Steve's light touch to his arm. "Come here" — their first hug... Billy pressing his swollen cheek to Steve's chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace even if it so desperately needed the cold. 

Meet me at the bleachers notes. Movies on saturday? Notes. Okay, don't invite Tommy notes and more notes. Drawings too. Really ugly drawings of stick people, making fun of Mrs. Whoever's mustache, Mr. Whatever's ugly sweater… Any of your sweaters missing, Harrington? Middle fingers draws, mouth sucking said middle fingers draws. Middle fingers becoming dicks draws, Billy cackling so loud the whole class would startle. Steve becoming the Picasso of Dicks… just to make Billy laugh. 

Their coach congratulates them for putting their differences aside and working together as a team. A knowing glint in his eyes and a kind welcoming smile, he knows something Steve doesn't. Steve likes whatever their coach knows, it feels good… safe. Billy is smiling too and patting Steve's back. Months later "We are going to the finals, Harrington!" 

They lose by 3 points and everyone is angry. "If you two weren't sucking each other's dicks all the time, we could have won! WE ARE A TEAM, this isn't just about you two, you faggots" someone from their team lashes out at them and before Steve could say anything, Billy punches first… hard and breaks the guy's nose. 

Billy is forced to quit the basketball team.

He shows up at Steve's door with a split lip that night. 

"Homophobic assholes…" Billy says and Steve agrees. He is passing like a caged lion around Steve's room. Steve wants to reach out, touch his arm again like that night at the Quarry, bring him close and ask him to breathe but he doesn't. He knows Billy needs to get everything out his chest because it helps him relieve some of the pain he is feeling… physical pain — fuck you Neil, emotional pain... All sorts of pain.

"I miss you every day…" 

—

I hope you liked it, love!

And to the rest of the Harringrove fandom... More like the Billy Hargrove fandom. I hope you are doing alright, loves!

Happy 4th of July to my US Harringrove fellows! ❤️ (We all know what it means to this fandom)

[cherryflavoredprettyboy]

My 2024 Trend Predictions

Disclaimer! Trends are bullshit!!! What’s “in” and “out” is totally subjective and fashion is an art form, public opinion and new crazes have no impact on the real art and following trends is your choice. Trend cycles are sped up so violently by capitalism and fast fashion as a beast, fashion is supposed to be fun.

This list is my opinions as a 19 year old boy who spends too much time online and read too much vogue as a kid. I am not an expert, I just like to talk.

Indie Sleaze

I’m already seeing this one happening, the colored tights under shorts, the fur vests, I think especially with the popularity of saltburn and it’s aesthetics we’ll see a lot more of this in the beginning of this new year. Graphic t-shirts with ironic phrases were already big in 2023, glitter and silver makeup especially is on the rise, this is already happening and I am excited. I fucking love indie sleaze. Nostalgia is a huge impact on trend cycles, I think we’ll see a lot of 2000 and 2010s trends seeing as the generations looking up to teens following those trends in their childhoods and longing to live those lifestyles are now old enough to embrace that dream. I think for people more into alternative fashion this will translate into a emo and scene resurgence that I’ve already been seeing.

Twee

This is based off the nostalgia again, I think a lot of folks who gravitate more towards cottage core-esque fashions and aesthetics are going to start embracing twee. 2024 is going to be a year of embracing cringe and quirky “individualism”, it is the year of the manic pixie dream girl, is is the year of pissing off boring men with “annoying” femininity. I think cutesy patterns, lace, buttons, diy big jewelry and hair accessories are gonna be on the rise. I can see girls making videos about their craft nights on tiktok already. Skater skirts, Peter Pan collars, bangs, Jess from new girl eat your heart out.

“Humble” Classy/reverse flexing

People are getting tired of the insistence on being “classy”, I think in 2024 we’re going to see a lot of celebrities trying to seem humble and average and down to earth. I think we’ll see a lot of brand mixing, super expensive designer paired with cheap every day brands, I think we’ll see this in clothes and especially in food. I think we’ll see a lot of branding for fast food popping up alongside that “classy” aesthetic. I think that this will also show up more with thrifting becoming popular again amongst influencers but specifically thrifting for designer/up cycling designer (badly). They’ll sell it under a veil of sustainability, it’ll be infuriatingly shallow.

Lightning Round

Pom poms

Feathers (especially hair feathers)

Fur in mens fashion

Metallic makeup

Grungy makeup looks

Full coverage foundations/matte foundations

Peplums (somehow)

Skinny jeans

Jewel toned nails

Short nails

Dainty chokers

Statement earrings

Wood/leather jewelry

Flats

Vintage anime merch

2000s/2010s brand mascots

Mod style

70s resurgence moments throughout (this is wistful thinking I just love the fashion of the 70s)

My Trend Timeline

End of winter into spring- indie sleazing our way into the new year, I think it’s a versatile enough fashion that can be easily executed with what people already have from previous trends in 2023. Everything is set up rolling out into the warmer months.

Summer- I think this is going to be prime time “trashy” early 2000s party girl kind of time. We got a little of it last summer but I think it’s going to really hit this year. Whale tails, chunky low lights, messy makeup, bedazzled jeans. I think we’ll also see some keywest kitten esque looks from the preppier side of things, lots of bright colors and fun jewelry. I think we’ll also get a lot of vintage Americana moments, once again we got a bit of it last year and I think it’ll be brought back.

Fall- peak twee season, especially nearing the holidays. I think we’re gonna see a lot of rich color this fall too, jewel tones, beautiful deep greens and reds, not a lot in clothing but I think definitely in makeup and accessories. Around this time I think the preppier leaning folks will get back into skinny jeans. I think vintage graphic Ts will also get popular around this time, something easy but still interesting. Men’s fashion doesn’t cycle through as quickly so I think the kind of 70s aesthetics I’ve seen a lot of dudes into will continue (but I think they’ll also get in on the indie sleaze, I think for mens fashion it will stick around for fall). I think we’ll see more textures, lace, fur, leather, etc.

Winter- this is right around when I think the forced “casually classy” down to earth bs will start. Twee will continue amongst a smaller group and we’ll see a lot of cute diy gifts and stuff for the holidays, this will also impact the up cycling I think we’ll see from influencers and celebrities. I think hyper-feminine aesthetics will really kick back up, Pom poms, whites and pinks, skirts and big sweaters, Ralph Lauren teddy bears everywhere. It’ll be contrasted by a new interest in grungy/intense makeup looks, thin brows and dark lips, messy eyes, glitter.

I’m very excited for these all to turn out totally wrong and for me to make a fool of myself! But who gives a shit, I’m just saying this all for fun. Happy new year everyone!

- Valentine <3

[longislandcharm]

TIMING: Mid March LOCATION: Thea's house/Worm Row PARTIES: @longislandcharm and @notstinky SUMMARY: Thea invites Winter over to check her house for ghosts. Things don't go as planned. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

Thea stuffed what remained of her hair into a beanie, hoping it looked like a style choice and not the attempt of a desperate woman—girl? It still felt strange to call herself a woman; most days she still felt like she was twelve years old except for the days where she felt impossibly old. She wasn’t an adult or a child but a strange in-between thing she was meant to figure out. When would her adulthood finally start feeling like an adulthood? The past year had only felt like a fever-fueled nightmare. She’d missed the major marker of it, running away before the final year of university. Now she hung in the air, unfinished, untethered, waiting for something to prove that she had left adolescence behind. With a sigh, Thea pushed her thoughts away and opened the door, smiling brightly. “Winter!” As she had learned the woman’s name was online. “Come in!” For some reason, with a name like Winter, she had expected the woman to be dressed in thick winter clothing. 

Thea stepped aside so Winter could enter her extremely humble abode. Aged by time, shitty landlords, and the occasional pest, her house was nothing to look at. If the paint wasn’t bubbled or peeling, then there was a weird stain. Still, it was a house; the heating and air conditioning worked and her toilets clogged the normal amount. “I know it’s not a pretty house,” she said, “but it’s really not bad once you get to know it!” Despite currently staying with Van at Dr. Kavanagh’s much nicer apartment, Thea was unable to let go of the room she rented here. She needed the space to cry, to be weird, to do all of the things that she knew Van would hate her for. She was fond of her shitty rented room and the freedom it gave her. Financially, it might have been better to move out for good. But Thea couldn’t do it; she needed this house.

For a moment, she’d forgotten why she’d invited the woman over, and thought of it like a fun hangout between friends-to-be. “Oh, I bought one of these off the internet.” Thea pulled a cheap plastic device from her pocket; its sides were adorned by dials and knobs and a small silver antenna stuck out at the top. “It’s a ghost radio! It says it helps with communicating with them! Um, when I turned it on once it was just playing top forty hits but maybe it was a singing ghost!” 

For a while now, Thea was sure that the house was home to spirits. Things moved around, whispering was heard in the walls, strange chills erupted in certain corners and sometimes the electricity fizzled in and out like an anemic rave. Winter had said she could help, even if Thea wasn’t sure how that could possibly happen. Still, having people over was nice. Mostly, this was an excuse to make friends. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t know that this was a bad idea. Not only was her mood sour but deep down Winter knew that she did not have the skill to be doing something like this. If she identified a ghost what the hell was she supposed to do then? Lil had been teaching her about a few things here and there but getting rid of them was something entirely different. It was still better to know so she could get someone who could do something about it right? The internal battle had been playing out in her mind ever since she was asked to do this and still there she was, standing in the girl’s living room and staring at the hat on her head. What secrets was that hiding? 

With Thea’s words, she was able to tear her gaze away from her head and let it wander around the house. The girl was right, it wasn’t much to look at, but knowing she liked to hang out in toilet stalls at work, what could Winter really expect? “Hey, you keep it clean, right? That’s all that matters to me. I’m not the one living here.” 

Raising an eyebrow as Thea brought out the device, Winter’s lips quirked up, shaking her head softly while looking over at Henry. He was also amused, the ghost rubbing the back of his head while trying to avoid looking at the other girl as if she could see him trying to hold back his laughter. Thea obviously didn’t understand the whole situation with the medium and Winter didn’t know whether to fault her or not. The conversation online was a blur of toilet talk and self love in her mind so she wasn’t sure if it had been mentioned. 

“I don’t think we’re going to need that, Thea. I’m not even sure if they work, honestly.” Another question to add to her growing list. Lil was going to love her by the end of this mentorship…if they even got through it. “This might help though.” Winter dug through the bag that was slung over her shoulder, pulling out a container of salt that she’d brought with her. She didn’t make it a habit to carry this around but she knew what she was coming here for. If this ghost was as mischievous as Thea was making it out to be it might be handy to have it. “Do these strange things happen in a concentrated area or throughout the whole house?"

“Are you sure?” Thea made poor work of disguising the disappointment in her voice. The radio wasn’t expensive—a respectable twenty dollars on amazon—but still. Still. Thea clicked it on and jazzy notes singing over the crackling bass of some new hit filled the air before she snapped it off again. “You’re the expert,” she said. She was sad as she stuffed it away in her pocket. She stared at the container. “Is that sugar?” she asked. “Um, do ghosts like sugar? Should I have baked them a cake?”

Thea shut the door behind Winter, nervously picking at the ends of her sleeves. “Upstairs,” she said, pointing up the dark staircase. “They seem to popup everywhere but you can always feel something weird upstairs. I mean, stuff moves around my room all the time and it’s cold--like seriously cold! Heat rises, right? So you’d think the ground floor would be cold but it’s not. Even on hotter days, it was cold up there. Come on…” She led Winter up, hugging her arms. Darkness clung tightly to the corners of the second floor and it was cold, no matter what she did. “It might just be a ventilation issue?” She didn’t believe in ghosts, not really, but after Nora’s floating, nose-punching one, she thought it was probably more logical not to rule things out. “Hey, are you going to sprinkle that around?” She gestured to the container. “It--um--I just mean, it would be such a pain to clean up…” Haunted people probably shouldn’t complain but Winter wasn’t the one who was going to be vacuuming. 

As disappointed as Thea sounded, Winter couldn't in good conscience recommend a product she wasn't sure would work. In her research, she'd read about these devices and how people tried to use them but she had also read about everything that could make them malfunction too. Besides, she could see them. She didn't need anything for them to talk to her. “I'm sure for right now. But I'll look into it more and let you know if they work or not, I haven't done too much research on them.” She would ask Lil. Winter trusted her judgment and she was the real expert in this situation. Again, it occurred to her that maybe Lil should be the one handling this but if she didn't practice how would she ever get better?

“This?” She looked down at the container in her hand and slowly shook her head, the girl's words making her question this whole thing once more. “Why would you bake a cake for a ghost? They can't eat it. No, this is salt. And they hate it.“ Even Henry was eyeing the container, his amused disposition completely gone. ”The stuff hurts.“ Winter glanced at him and stuck her bottom lip out in a mocking way, prompting him to scowl at her. 

As Thea started explaining the situation, she knew that it sounded like a haunting but there could always be explanations. “Do you ever witness the stuff move on its own or do you notice it when you go back into the room?” If it was the latter it was plausible to say that was probably her roommates doing but she could see how uncomfortable Thea was while talking about this. “Heat does rise...” She looked up the stairs, eyes searching for any sort of movement before they began their journey up there. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? The lack of confidence was foreign to her and it felt so unnatural. 

As they made it to the landing, the hair on Winter's neck started to stand up. It was freezing on the second floor and she knew this wasn't a ventilation issue almost immediately. Something felt very...off. Before she could say anything though Thea was asking about the salt and Winter gripped it more tightly. “I think you can handle a little salt in your carpets. I'm not going to lay it out anywhere, it's only going to be used if I really need it.” As she spoke, the medium made sure to open the container, causing Henry to step back from them. She didn't even need Thea to point out her room, Winter could hear muttering coming from inside one of them and she was pretty sure they'd been alone when she got here. ”Let me guess, that one's your room?“ Without an answer, she took a few strides towards it and caught a glimpse of someone inside before the door slammed shut in her face. ”Yea…there's somebody in there...and I'm assuming there shouldn't be.”

Thea pulled her lips into a thin line. She thought about the ghosts in movies and shows and how, maybe, some salt was involved. Mostly, she thought about how slugs didn’t like salt. Were ghosts like slugs? “Maybe the ghosts would like a cake,” she mumbled; Winter was slowly destroying her dreams of a fun ghost adventure. She hummed as they moved and considered her answers. “I’ve never seen it move. I mean, I come back to my room and things are different: the lamp’s tipped over or my mug’s been moved, stuff like that. At night, when I try to sleep, I hear this horrible scraping noise…and when I turn on the lights, everything’s moved over by, like, an inch. Even the bed!” If she did have ghosts, which she wasn’t convinced of, she also wasn’t sure what she did to piss hers off. 

And she didn’t believe in ghosts, not really. Not actually. When the door closed in Winter’s face, nearly taking her nose, Thea laughed with a quick, shrill sound. “Must be the draft!” she said, opening the door again. A gust of frigid air shot around the room and poured into the hall. At once, goosebumps rose along Thea’s skin and she wrapped her arms around herself. Her moth-eaten curtains billowed, but her windows weren’t open. As she opened her mouth to speak, a plume of white breath burst from her chapped lips. “M-maybe something’s broken? I-in the pipes?” She swallowed. “Are you sure…are you sure that…” Was now really the time to be skeptical? She was sure if they spent any longer here, hypothermia would claim them.

Her room, despite the odd circumstances, looked like it always did; sparsely decorated but adorned with all the old wooden furniture that had been here when she moved it. Everything was kept in great condition and Thea didn’t see a need to change it; whoever had lived here before really loved the place, she thought. The large dresser didn’t have any scratches, the vanity mirror was decidedly uncracked, and the bed didn’t even creak when she flung her body on to it after work. 

“That wasn’t a draft.” Something wasn’t right here. Ghosts that wanted to talk were usually willing to come and find her, not try to keep her out. This didn’t seem normal when she looked back on her other interactions. But before she could stop the other girl, the door was once again open and the rush of cold air was making Winter shiver. She’d gotten used to the cold ever since Henry showed up but this was…this was much more intense. “Thea, wait!” But the girl was already inside and Winter let out a growl of frustration. She had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well. 

Sure enough, when she followed Thea into the room she noticed the other entity standing in the corner staring at the girl who now took up residence in this room. They didn’t look happy, not one bit, the rage in their eyes as they stared at her while ‘breathing’ heavily frightened Winter. “Thea…” She whispered the words but the ghost’s eyes still landed on her despite the effort, making Winter audibly gulp. “I’m sure. We need to get out of here.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth the door behind them slammed shut again. She moved as quickly as she could to the door to try the knob but it wasn’t budging no matter how hard she pulled on it. “It’s okay, this is okay.” The medium was nodding her head as if she were trying to assure herself, not just the other girl, before she turned to face the room again. The salt in her hand trembled while she tried to open the top without drawing much attention but the poltergeist only tilted their head before the container was flying across the room, breaking through the bedroom window and falling to the ground below. Henry’s voice cut through, the sarcasm only slightly present as the ghost eyed their foe. “Yea, I think you’re in over your head here, Winter.”

“Not. Helping.” Venom laced the words, Henry shrinking back from her with his hands raised in surrender. Before Winter could say another word to Thea something started to build within the room, some sort of energy flowing through every inch that made up the bedroom furniture. It all started to shake at once, vibrating the floor beneath them as the vanity and the bed posts hit the ground harder and harder. The ghost was still staring at them both but a sneer had appeared. “Where can we hide, Thea? Anywhere?”

“Who are you talking to?” Thea asked with a trembling voice. Okay, ghosts weren’t real. Probably. Maybe. Truly. But her room wasn’t right; everything was shaking. It was like a very cold, very scary earthquake. “I don’t like this!” She told Winter. “I really don't like this!” The furniture shook with a ferocity that sent her shrieking with every rattle and knock. It was like everything had been tossed into the blender. Thea couldn’t even debate the validity of ghosts with herself; everything felt like a battle just to survive. 

“The closet!” She gestured to it. “Let’s go into the closet!” There was some irony in how hard she, as a lesbian, had battled to get out of the closet only to run back into it, but Thea wasn’t going to make the joke. She ran up to the worn doors and threw them open as furniture crashed against the wall, lifting into a violent vortex. The wallpaper peeled as Thea gestured for Winter to follow her. “Run!” The room raged like a typhoon, smashing wood against the walls which cracked and blistered like a burn. 

Inside, Thea’s voice dropped to a whisper. “D-do you know anyone that can help us?” She sniffled. “Can you help?” 

“The ghost standing next to you.” It had been a deliberate act to leave out more information. Winter was annoyed by the both of them at that point and she really was in over her head a feeling she was not used to but was starting to become more prominent in this town. That was enough to get her to lash out at anyone who dared talk to her in that moment, even the sweet girl who was just as terrified as she was feeling. Deep down she knew that Thea didn’t deserve any extra taunting in this moment but she couldn’t bring herself to explain any further after a lamp went flying in her direction and she had to duck out of the way. All she could muster was a high pitched squeak before dropping to the floor to avoid damage to her face.

It was as if the thing standing across from them knew why Winter was there and it was not happy as it glared in their direction, the sneer still ever present. The room was starting to get destroyed all around them but all she could do was stare at this…thing wondering if poltergeist was a better word for it than ghost. Lil had only briefly covered the topic with her but she was sure that this entity was just as angry as she was imagining them to be when they spoke. 

She heard the word ‘closet’ and then the sound of scrambling feet but she sat there for a beat longer until Henry was yelling at her to ‘get the hell up.’ She then heard Thea yelling for her to run and Winter was scrambling to her feet just before the poltergeist sliced through the space she’d been sat with a large piece of the mirror that had been smashed during some point of all of this. 

It was trying to kill them before they could get rid of it. Her shoulder slammed against the back wall of the closet, her feet not able to slow her down in time before she got to it, and Winter slid down the wall to sit. Thea’s questions were going in one ear and out the other while her mind raced. What had Lil said about poltergeists? What had she told her to do if she ever ran into one? Henry was walking through the door then, making her realize that this other ghost could do just that but it seemed its anger was getting the better of it. It wanted to continue its tantrum first. Then Thea’s questions hit her again and Winter nodded as she pulled out the cell phone from her pocket. Lil. She could call Lil. At least that medium knew what she was doing.

[garrettwrites]

There's a particular type of post that I hate for it misses the entire point of some online "aesthetic" communities, via total exaggeration of the majority of people that are part of it.

You need to understand what a fantasy is. Even if it's unrealistic and you hate it. Because it's a fantasy, sometimes an escapist one, not reality.

I was raised in rural areas from 11 to around 20, first because me and my mother moved to live with a friend, and then because I was orphaned. I know the hard work of living in the countryside. I know what it is like to carry tones of wood from the truck to the garage to heat up the house and water for winter. I know how cows infest the nearby areas with flies and the smell of shit. I know chickens are disgusting. I know no white clothing would remain white for long. I know you sometimes live so far from the nearest market you need to use a car (thankfully I only had to walk twenty minutes).

Cottagecore or any variation of it are not that. They are a fantasy. An escapist dream. The return to a glamourized pastoral genre of fiction and ideology. Cute homes that remain always cozy (despite you never deep cleaning them). Baking complex recipes in your beautiful and plant covered kitchen (which magically has no flies). Taking a stroll to a nearby river and resting there for a bit (your house came from the sky and you didn't pay an exorbitant amount of money for the location). Having so many books and old fashioned hobbies and knowing how to both tend to a garden, do embroidery, crochet and woodworking (because this is your ideal world so you have no job taking up time). You have time to write your books, draw your art, maybe go out with your countryside friends. You may have a loving, imaginary partner who is just part of the picture too (because they're not real, so you can imagine them as unrealistic as you please).

Same applies to the dark academia or whatever.

It's a fantasy. A fantasy you can try to bring little by little into your life, but it's ultimately impossible to fully achieve. Chill out. You're not cool and quirky by hating on people who make extensive and picture perfect pinterest boards or run sideblogs with pictures of expensive stoves and animal themed pottery. You just look like an asshole.

"But farm life isn't like that!!!!!" So what? As long as people don't think caring for cows is easy and cheap, and get one only to mistreat her due to negligence... I don't see how their fantasy is harming anyone.

Some people accept unrealistic, borderline insipid (imo) books because "everyone has a different taste". Books you actually pay for. But then you shit on people who are posting pictures of dreams with zero real world consequences involved? It's the exact same thing.

"But people will start thinking it's fun when it ain't!" If you go ahead and buy a farm, waste thousands on decorations, get twenty chickens and five cows without any research... it's not because of a pastoral fantasy. It's because you're an idiot who doesn't think of the ramifications of your actions. We all have fantasies. Good lord.

My fantasy is to have a small neo gothic palace with a farm on the back, near the woods and with a small stream running through. It snows there, because I've never seen snow. Everything is dark and with a vague vampire theme mixed with neo-classic stuff, along with wall and ceiling paintings. I have expensive turkish rugs and tapestries with mythological scenes. I have a loving husband and two cats, along with a mare. I spend my days writing books and drawing illustrations, ocasionally doing history papers. My gigantic home is always clean despite no one doing so. Later, I have a child running through the place. Food is always warm, coffee always served.

Do I think I'll ever get this? Fuck no. But it's a goddamn fantasy for a reason, and as a writer, I can also commit it to paper. Who cares about how hard maintaining such a house would be? I don't live in it.

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Christmas Anthology Comics Illustration 🖤💙⛄❄️

I was looking through my old files and found this Christmas/Winter-themed art of Azami, Ene, and Kuroha 🎄 🔔

OMFG ENE IS SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH OMFG MY WIFE!!! 💙 🥺 🫶 ✨ HER EXPRESSION IS SO ADORABLE GOSH ADHSHDDHSHDSH I LOVE THE COLOURS TOO

Snow bunny Santa (Cutest Santa) and evil snake bf~~ 🐍 🐇

I can't find the source unfortunately but I'm assuming it's from one of the KagePro anthologies or KagePro fanbooks considering it seems like it's from a booklet with the page photo/scan and also cuz it names the illustrator in the bottom right as Osora

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT KUROENE HAVE "OFFICIAL" ILLUSTRATIONS??? SCREAMING THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEE Or at least ones in fanbooks that are approved by the official creators??? (I'm just assuming anyways)

KUROENE MY KAGEPRO OTP!!! 🖤 💙

ENE'S CUTE CHRISTMAS HAT AND MUFFLERS I'M ASCENDING!!! THE CUTEST!!!

Ok I managed to confirm that this KuroEne + Azami Christmas/Winter themed illustration comes from one of the Kagerou Daze Official Anthology Comics. The KagePro anthology comics are mainly drawn by KagePro fan-artists, but official KagePro artists, Sidu, Wannyanpuu, Mahiro Satou, and Sayuki, have also drawn stuff for the anthologies. So, these are licensed and approved by the official creators.

I need my hands on the "official" KuroEne illust so bad 🥺 🖤 💙 🫶

I managed to confirm it cuz the font that denotes the artist is the same throughout the Anthology comics.

Now the big question lies in WHICH anthology this comes from… Some of the illusts are posted on the KagePro fan-wiki, but not all of them.

Like I'll have to see if the E-books for these were ever released online, but if not, then I'll try to get my hands on physical secondhand resellings

ON GOD??? "OFFICIAL" KUROENE ILLUSTRATION??? FOR ME??? THEY'RE SO CUTE WAHHHHHH

Just did a quick search and frick I don't think the e-books are available online 😔

I think I tracked it down tho. I tried looking for anthologies that おそら (Osora) drew for, so I think it could be SUMMER, WINTER, BITTER

Tho I'm not too sure, cuz not all of the anthology comics' product descriptions put the Artist list.

Trying to hunt down where the KuroEne illustration comes from so I'll just buy all KagePro anthology comics through used copies (secondhand resellings). It's go time

Since I'm not sure which one it's in, I'll get all 11 of them for cheap 🙏 Plus I also wanna scan the comics + illusts in them.

Feila just confirmed for me it comes from the Winter anthology, which makes sense considering the Christmas themed clothes. Tysm! 🙏

Feila, I hope you don't mind me posting your edit 🤭

They noticed that in the KagePro: Anthology Comic KuroEne illust by Osora, Kuroha's holding a snowman with blue colours (coincidentally, the same colours that Ene's hair and eyes tend to be drawn as - turquoise and her image colour blue), so the snowman is Ene /lh

Ene is carrying a giant red presents bag with a cat sitting on it so, honestly, thinking of a KuroEne idea where Ene is the Santa who goes around giving gifts is soooo cute.

Ene: It's Christmas!!! Which means it's time for presents!!!

Kuroha: Where's my present, hm?

Ene: Put the gun away, tough guy, it's CHRISTMAS!!!

Kuroha: Oh? This one is just a toy gun, though. (<- Is he lying or telling the truth? Who knows!!!)

Ene: Bad naughty guys like you just get COAL!!! BLEH!!! NO PRESENTS FOR YOU!!! (//>~<//) (:P)

Kuroha knows how to appeal to Ene's need for praise and attention so he just "butters her up" - showers her with praise and compliments and flattery, and Ene responds like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!! Call me cute!!! Say I'm the cutest Santa in the whole world~ And MAYBE I'll think about giving you your present~" And pouts and crosses her arms at him in Ene's classic embarrassed tsundere fashion.

It would be cute if he kisses her (like on the cheek or the lips), and then says, "Thank you for your hard work this year, Santa~" And Ene just explodes (//O//O//) /lh

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

I got quick question,this might been ask before but.

What the best tool to use for Pencil doodles/sketches(For with and without color?)I just start coloring with colors and I’m can’t seem to find good tips anywhere.I wondered if I could have some recommend tools or a tip for a beginner.

Hi there!!

I can't really give advice for color, because I seldom use color in my traditional stuff.

But when it comes to pencils, there's two factors that really define any pencil:

The darkness/softness of the lead (hb, 2b, etc)

The size of the lead (.5mm or .7mm to name a couple of mechanical pencil lead sizes, or a regular wood pencil, which is of course thicker)

These factors can be mixed + matched. For basic doodling, my honest advice is to try different pencils and see whichever ones you enjoy using the most. I usually use this Bic brand "hb" pencil for sketching because it's so light. However, lately with my experimenting, I've been using this random pencil I found at home. I think my mom bought it cheap online. It claims to be 7B, which would normally be VERY dark, but i swear it's like a regular pencil. For whatever reason, I've been enjoying drawing with it. I drew that zim+dib doodle comp with it, as well as the zim in winter clothing.

I kind of rambled there. BUT in summary: just loot your own collection, and see whichever you're feeling most. Maybe make note of the darkness + size of the leads, to observe why you like them. And just because a pencil is light, doesn't mean it would be best for sketching. Using dark ish pencils to sketch might be a good exercise in being more confident or bold. Just experiment!

[dufrau]

9 and 17 and also the most expensive clothing one which I have forgotten the number of not including boots!

9. How tall are you? Five foot four (and a half). The world's most important half inch, because it makes me taller than Nancy Wheeler.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? I mean not to be sappy or anything but Andrei is probably my ideal partner. He puts up with everything that is fucked up about me and he lets me do whatever I want and he's very kind and sweet and just generally very competent. He's great. I plan to keep him around forever.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? I think the blazer I have for weddings and stuff was like $200? Besides that I can't think of anything. My clothes are generally cheap and casual. Gap jeans and graphic t shirts i buy online when im high because i think they're funny. Even my winter coat i got on sale for like $50 or something. My entire clothes budget goes to shoes pretty much 🤷

(questions)

[cheapgirlyfinds]

Embroidered Floral Tops (store) 💐

[whirling-ghost]

Same ominous cloak owner here, saw you in the notes. You can also be one!! Those tips weren't exclusive or anything, anyone can become an ominous cloak owner!! Well, there's the price tag ofc but my previous winter coats weren't much cheaper either and they lasted maybe two to three years, showing wear and tear after less than a year. I do get that cloaks are harder to thrift tho if you usually get your clothes that way, but you might be able to thrift one online! I'd wager a guess that larp forums or facebook groups would be a good place to check

hello ominous cloak owner,

thank you for the advice :)

I am far more likely to make one myself than I am to find one second hand. thrifting isn't really a thing here. second hand clothes shops exist but they're not the same. I have an american who laments not being able to find cheap sheets or cutlery or [insert generic item here]

I don't even think there are that many larp groups. I know one larper but I get the feeling that they pass items on within the group

I still aim to join your ranks someday but I will need to be less scared of my sewing machine first

[mysticnightmarewrites]

the night we met - Ch. 4

Gendry's life may be a series of closed doors that can never open again, but he revisits all the times when those doors were just opening for him and Arya. There's a raunchy house party, a love confession in the library, and the day that changed everything.

Read Ch. 1-3 on Tumblr

SONG: "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron PAIRING: Arya/Gendry LENGTH: 1.5k words WARNINGS: Fic is 18+ (minors DNI)

When I had finally saved up enough money to finish my degree slowly, I had considered coming back here to Riverlands U. It would have been so easy, but deep down I knew I could never return to the place where I was loved by her. A few years later, I finished my online degree, and soon after, Tobho offered to sell me the shop so he could retire. It was what I had come to hope for. But the day I hung my certificate up on the wall of my – my! – office, it finally sunk in. None of it meant anything without Arya Stark to share it with.

I sank into the magic before its icy hands could grab hold of me, slowly drifting into the pulsating rhythm that throbbed in time with Arya's racing heartbeat. The house party was in full swing, and Arya's back was glued to my front, my hand around her hip. She may have been rubbing her ass on my past self, but I could almost feel it now too.

It all came back to me so clearly, the memory cutting through the fog of cheap booze. We'd just finished finals. Everyone had a bit of steam to blow off, and the lure of free beer had been too strong. Arya had showed up at my dorm room wearing a loose mesh shirt over a neon green bra and a skirt so short I wanted to slide my hands up her thighs immediately. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get me across campus to a house lit up like a disco ball with college students dancing on the lawn. I'd go anywhere with her.

With every song, I watched myself fall under her spell more and more until she was pulling at my hand, dragging me upstairs to an abandoned room. Before I had been able to register her devious plans, she dropped to her knees and worked my clothing aside. There was so much to miss about my time with Arya, and the way she always knew her way around my body was one of them. I lingered for a few moments before my past self realized the door was still open and closed it in one smooth motion, cutting off my view of the past, even though the rest still played over in my mind. Once the whole world had been open before us, but now life was only a series of closed doors that could never be opened again. And there was a sinking feeling that some of them should never have been open to begin with.

The next time the magic pulled me away, I felt the rain before I could see it, the door fading away slowly like the changing seasons. Winter break of that year had just ended, and I saw myself waiting at the front doors of the library. Waiting to see Arya for the first time since she left on holiday. We'd never been apart so long since the day we met, and all I'd gotten were a handful of phone calls and a postcard with a cheerful Yule scene of Winterfell all covered in snow.

When her choppy brown hair popped out from around the corner, she ran for me, and I scooped her up as well as I could with a coffee balanced in one hand. The way she smiled up at me as I set her down had sent flutters into my heart then, and it left a deep ache in my chest as I watched it all happen from the outside.

"Black, just like you like it," I said, handing her the coffee as we went through the door.

"You know me so well."

It wasn't the first time I'd gotten her a coffee for a study session, but with us officially dating, it somehow felt like it meant so much more.

"I'm sorry I didn't call more. Bran's going off to study at Jon’s uni in the far north, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before."

"I totally get it," I said, pulling out a chair for her and delighting in the eye roll she gave me.

I'd never had a family, not a real one, so I hadn't really understood what it was like to capture those fleeting moments with them when you could. But being with Arya was like starting a new family. I always soaked in the times we got to be together like every single one of them was precious. That, I imagined, was what having a family was like.

"Rickon asked about you. He wanted to know where my boyfriend was." Her high pitched intonation over the word boyfriend was almost a perfect match for her youngest brother's when he teased us at Fall Feast the month before. It had felt strange being around her family – an empty place setting in front of Ned's old chair – but it was nice too. The fact that Arya wanted everyone to know what I was to her had filled me with a joy I'd never known before.

"I hope he hasn’t been getting into too much trouble." I tossed my textbooks onto the table.

"Only the good kind."

“I could be persuaded into the bad kind, you know,” I heard myself whisper in her ear, causing Arya to drop her pencil. Her mind, like mine, must have been wandering to the stacks, where we’d often shared stolen kisses over the few months we’d been dating. I wish now that we’d gotten lost in them and never left this cozy little haven.

“Stop it,” she laughed, gently smacking my arm to let me know now wasn’t the time for flirting. “You helped me pass maths last term. Now, I’m going to make sure you pass chemistry,” she said, emphatically pointing to the book on the table.

“I would have thought passing chemistry of all things would be a walk in the park.”

Arya rolled her eyes and laughed airily. “I love you.” I had been able to tell at the time that she hadn’t meant to say it, but as soon as she realized what had come out of her mouth, she fixed me with a questioning look that demanded an answer.

“Love you, too,” I’d said, the words I’d been wanting to say for ages slipping off my tongue like an incantation. “Now, let’s get to work.” That day, I had walked around campus with a smile on my face and my shoes five feet off the ground.

The library slowly faded away into a brilliant sea of red and orange. The trees were on fire in the fall, and so was my heart. I waited on the empty street for what felt like ages, trying to spot the specter of my past. The brown leaves descended slowly to the pavement, covering it like a blanket. And as I watched, the sky turned from pink to brilliant blue. It was the last sunny week of the year, but I had been miserable.

I grimaced at the deep frown on the face of the man coming down the street, helmet in hand and a giant chip on his shoulder. Was that really how I’d been? It wasn’t that long ago, in the grand scheme of things, but I could barely recognize myself the way I’d been before Arya stitched up all my old wounds.

Angrily, my past self reached the old motorbike and set to stuffing a small bag into the compartment in the back.

“Gendry?” Arya’s cry from across the quad echoed down the street through the small handful of early risers starting to make the journey down from their dorms.

That was the last puzzle piece I needed to remember which day exactly I was going to be pulled through next. When it all clicked, I wasn’t sure if I would survive this one. Out of all the memories I had seen, this would probably be the most painful, or next to. But I still found my breath taken away by the sight of my best friend, who was quickly making her way toward the car park, a hot coffee precariously balanced in one hand.

“Where are you going? It’s 8 a.m. on a Saturday. Are you crazy?”

My heart broke when I saw her take in the look I’d given her. My eyes were empty that day. Hollow. And I knew for a fact I had felt crazy. It looked like her own eyes were close to filling with tears, even though she didn’t know why I looked so vacant.

“You’re also out at 8 a.m. on Saturday, Arya.” My harsh tone filled my stomach with regret.

“I was going to work on my essay at the library. It’s due Monday. If you must know.” She never did let me get away with anything, and gods, I needed that in my life. “Also, you didn’t answer.”

“I’m getting out of town for the day.”

Immediately, Arya set her coffee down on the concrete block beside her. “Then so am I.”

“What about your essay?”

“It can wait. You can’t.”

It took only a moment for me to give in to those stern, gray eyes. What the hell else was I supposed to do, I’d thought back then. Before I could even register, I was reaching into the compartment for my spare helmet and tossing it toward her. She caught it like a pro.

“Let’s go then.”

[karaage-chicken]

🎀 Where to buy clothes 🎀

WEGO - great for buying accessories like arm warmers, belts and bags, really cute skirts. good for more cybercore + y2k/acubi styles, only in japan BUT has international shipping

CHEEP STORE - only in australia 🥲, but has really cute + cheap clothes, literally whole racks under $5 aud (about $3 usd), perfect for y2k kind of style (+ i literally saw the iconic shuhua/sakura/winter dress, but it was too big 😭)

HYPERBEES - very y2k + acubi style, generally super cute + in multiple diff places and online too, also good for more coquette? styles

Dangerfield - more grungey, goth? clothes, perfect to buy corsets + harnesses from, lots of diff places, plus sizes as well

KiraKiraWorld - only online, but all sorts of styles, really cute, y2k + kpop + grunge, lots of diff brands, they also sell really pretty bags + accessories

DRESSVY - mainly korean? style clothes, really pretty dresses, generally quite cheap, only online

Depop - online second hand clothing store, great for buying + selling clothes, u can find clothes from all around the world but it's mainly from the UK

VOLCAN & APHRODITE - only in japan 🥲, but really unique + emo/grungey styles, expensive-ish 😭, but really great quality, everything there is huge/baggy and heavy if ur bringing overseas, but they

NEW YORK JOE EXCHANGE - most of my favourite clothes come from here, generally quite cheap, its only in japan, however, the quality of second hand clothing is amazing (+ i bought a vintage burberry coat for under ¥100 000 (about $66 usd) and the quality is so good 😩)

KEIKO - really pretty korean style clothes, international shipping from australia, good quality, but expensive-ish...

SPINNS - only in japan, but has really cute clothes, not too expensive, sells really all kinds of clothes, but would suit y2k aesthetic well

ok, sorry, ik a lot of these are only in japan or aus 🥲, but i hope this is still helpful? if u dont know where to buy clothes, or would at least like some ideas 🙃

love, kara 💕

[irawhiti]

well i'm back in front and i'm looking at some cheap leather online to make a waterproof hood for my jacket for the winter and some clothes studs so people don't fucking target me and put hands on me as often. still have to decide what to line the hood with though. might use cotton fleece if i can find it

[whiskeyswifty]

Have you noticed that Taylor doesn’t ever wear designer products on her day to day life? Not a criticism ofc just an observation considering the fact that she’s a multimillionaire and most multimillionaires wear a lot of designer products, especially handbags. She seems to be very low maintenance

ehhhh i'm sorry to burst your bubble, and i hope i can do it in the most reassuring and gentle way. but that's not accurate unfortunately, unless your scope of what makes something "designer" is it has to be one of the major houses (gucci, prada, LV, etc). and that's not an accurate outlook in general any more either because fashion has diversified well beyond the major houses. she seems to have a mix of average consumer stores like Aritizia and reformation and free people (which still run you hundreds of dollars sometimes for a piece of clothing and are arguably not affordable) and the like along with a fair share of Stella and the Row and other boutique brands that have sticker prices of 500 - 1k on average per pair of pants. gucci suits they are not, but they're still high end clothing and very expensive to own the volume that she appears to own. and in my experience, most extremely wealthy people don't dress in chanel and gucci and all that every day. they wear basics just like everyone else, pants and tops and sweaters, they're just very high end basics. like t shirts from james perse or cords from the row and things like that. also in my experience, most extremely wealthy people in their everyday life aren't trying to show off their wealth with their clothing. fellow wealthy people will know the difference between a cashmere and a wool sweater and the cut of a really expensive blazer vs one from ann taylor. little details like the type of buttons and stitching can give away how expensive something as simple as a button down shirt is compared to it's cheap counterpart. those who have money can spot it and will know their equals.

i also want to add that wearing high end clothes or not doesn't make someone high maintenance. a lot of celebrities that you see work very hard to look good when they're in their "everyday life" and that's not to say they hire a hair stylist at 8 am to make their hair look good for a plane ride. it's more general life maintenance things. just for clothing alone, most famous and wealthy people have stylists that act as "shoppers" for them. Every few months, or however often the client insists, they will assemble a room full of casual clothes that they've selected for the client based on the client's personal style. The items chosen are meant to act as a wardrobe, not styled outfits, so the client can feel confident that as they choose their "everyday outfits" all of the items will go together well and make them look polished. wealthy and famous people don't have the time to shop for themselves, or they're not good at assembling a mix and match wardrobe like that so employing someone to do that task and also have good, relevant taste for them is invaluable. yes taylor wears an aritizia sweater but her shopper might have set her up this past winter with a slew of them in the right shades and cuts to compliment her figure and skin tone. she might occasionally shop for herself online, but it's more likely with her busy life that someone is on the payroll to do that for her.

beyond clothing, as far as what it takes to maintain a wealthy and famous person's image, i mean the amount of treatments they undergo on a regular basis to maintain clear skin, tight skin, the perfect shade of hair color, a body type they're trying to maintain, well maintained nails, and so on and so forth. you'll never see it and it'll never be noticeable to you because it's all in the service of coming off "naturally" beautiful. when in reality, a celebrity is using an extensive daily regiment of serums, lotions, and sometimes topical fillers that are personalized by clinicians specifically for them, and often shipped to wherever they are, be it film sets or vacations. they're also undergoing state of the art technological treatments such as routine laser hair removal to keep their bodies hairless, which yes needs upkeep, it's not one and done. or other topical treatment machines that zap cellulite or remove imperfections on the skin like moles and freckles. sometimes even botox treatments to the armpits or other areas that sweat or get odorous so they don't perspire noticeably. there's also the frequent trips to salons or even home visits where they have their roots touched up or undergo chemical treatments to keep their hair texture soft and fluid even on their "off" days. not to mention what they ingest, anything from a fridge full of prepared juices and other concoctions that is kept stocked by a nutritionist to meals routinely prepped and portioned out for them by a personal chef that no doesn't come every day, but will come once a week to prepare their meals ahead of time. all of this is maintenance, and not talked about because it destroys the illusion that these famous and wealthy people are simply "genetically" gifted and therefore we should idolize them for how special they are. when in fact no, they have entire armies of people working in the shadows as architects of their unattainable beauty all so that we look at a photo of them walking to get a coffee and go "wow she's just so beautiful! i wish i was as beautiful as her." but that is not natural beauty and it's so impossible to attain without that army and constant upkeep.

i cannot speak to how taylor swift runs the underpinnings of her life, and she likely will never talk about it in detail, nor will any celebrity as an act of self preservation. Nor is it a value judgement of her as a "good" or "bad" person. it's simply the reality she lives in as a wealthy and famous person with the pressures and expectations that brings. But I can suggest that you think twice when you see a celebrity or wealthy person who looks to be in an "every day" situation and find yourself in awe of how they just.... look like that easily. in reality they spend countless hours and millions of dollars pinching and pruning and tightening and manicuring and curating in the most subtle ways possible to make it look as natural and as easy as rolling out of bed like that. and while she herself is likely not be the kind of bratty, snotty wealthy person you typically would call "high maintenance", i can assure you her overall life is, in every possible way, very much high maintenance.

[lexyblip]

More riztem bakery ideas (inspired by @abigfuzzybear ;3)

Riz’s most popular item are honey buttered croissants! You can get them hot in the morning, or cool during the day. Whichever way they’re a lovely treat.

During different festivals or seasons, Riz will rotate menu items, usually similar items are available but with different seasonings or types of honey (lavender honey is very popular during the summer, for example).

Tems favourite item is the shokupan Riz makes, at least in part because Riz says it’s extra fluffyness is inspired by Tems wool. (Tem verbally sjdldjdkkfkff’d at this.)

The bakery’s interior is quite old timey looking, dark brown wooden floors, lights with a yellow glow and old cake stands Riz found cheap online. The walls are decorated with various honey motifs. The overall results is a perfect for all seasons space, cosy in winter, open and cheery in summer for example.

Ok this is unrelated to the bakery but once for Riz’s birthday Tem dressed up in racy clothing and gave him a lap dance set to Honey by Mariah Carey. Riz proposed on the spot.