#cleading

[mar-im-o]

My therapist has ruled out BPD but by golly do i relate to the memes

[obstinaterixatrix]

很开心看人RB百合，棒棒哒。同志们又骄傲 love when folks rb the yuri rec posts, the yuri agenda can truly sally forth. when someone rb’s and says in the tag how much they love it & how much everyone else should read it the yuri warriors are winning

[misojohnist]

Transfems and those targeted by transmisogyny I have an earnest and genuine question from the TME side of the aisle. What are your thoughts on CAFAB nonbinary people making use of the terms girlmode and boymode to describe their own presentation choices, just generally

[42bakery]

Did I spent over 2 hours cleaning my drafts? Yes I did, and I still have over 50 post there. Kill me

[corvid-ghost]

"I wouldn't want anyone to spend even a second in my mind, caue it'll probably shatter the version of me they have inside their head."

[sky-snz]

“You clead up dice,” they say, watching you with soulful reddened eyes. You scoff, feeling slightly hot. Their sensitive nose scrunches against the cloth as you gently continue to wipe their face.

[aller-geez]

A Ruff Morning

A short, non-canon 3000 word piece from Coldshare's old prompt that can be found here 🩶

It’s been so long since I’ve posted a fic, I decided to dip my toes back in a little with this short Remi torture 🖤🖤. Includes allergies he doesn’t usually have but I got a little carried away with the idea 😭😂

The morning sun streamed through the dusty cabin windows, golden light catching on the faint trails of floating pollen in the air. Remi leaned heavily against the counter, arms crossed as his head tilted back ever so slightly. His green eyes, dim with the beginnings of what promised to be an absolutely miserable day, blinked rapidly as his breath hitched.

“Hhh… hhh’ihhh…”

No, not again. He clenched his jaw and straightened, his glowing eyes narrowing as he fought against the tickle building deep in his nose. A faint, persistent itch teased the back of his sinuses, growing sharper with every ragged breath.

“Dot today,” he muttered hoarsely, his voice thick with congestion. His black hair fell into his face as he gave a fierce sniff, trying to wrangle the irritation into submission. It was spring, his least favorite season, when every blooming tree and gust of wind turned the world into a personal battleground for his nose.

Remi’s nostrils flared involuntarily, his breath catching again. “Hhh—hhh—!” His broad shoulders tensed, his chest rising as the sneeze prepared to explode out of him. But no. He refused to give in to it.

“Ugh, come on,” he growled, jamming a finger under his nose in a desperate attempt to hold back the inevitable. The pressure helped, at first—a tiny reprieve as the tickle wavered and receded. But then, disaster struck.

A warm, wet sensation spread against his finger, and he froze in horror. His nose, apparently fed up with his defiance, had decided to start running. He could feel the dampness on his finger already, and worse, it only seemed to enhance the ticklish sensation inside his nostrils.

“Fugkigg disgustigg…” he muttered, hastily grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter. He pressed it to his nose and blew forcefully, his ears popping slightly with the effort. For a moment, it felt like progress—his sinuses cleared, and he could finally breathe without obstruction.

But his victory was short-lived.

As he inhaled deeply, savoring the relief, the air around him carried a fresh wave of pollen directly into his newly cleared nasal passages. His nose twitched violently, the tickle roaring back with a vengeance. “Hhh—hhh--HhhHhh! Hahhh…” His breath caught again, but he refused to let the sneeze win.

Remi spun on his heel, his frustration mounting. He couldn’t stay in the kitchen—not with the sunlight streaming through the window and the thick scent of spring in the air. He stalked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

But as soon as he stepped into the room, his nose twitched again, the itch flaring to unbearable levels. He sniffled sharply, glaring at the room as if it had personally offended him. His glowing green eyes scanned the space, landing on the thin layer of dust coating the nightstand and dresser.

“Seriously?” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whed’s the last tibe this place was cleaded?”

The answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the tickle in his nose, already unbearable, had somehow doubled in intensity. He rubbed at it furiously, trying to dislodge the irritation, but that only made things worse. His fingers grazed the most sensitive part of his nose— his septum, where the itch was strongest.

“Hhh—hhhihhh! Hh…hhh’ihhhh…” His breath hitched uncontrollably, his nostrils flaring wide as the sneeze teased him mercilessly. His face contorted, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting as he hovered on the brink of release. But it wouldn’t come.

“Ughhh!” he growled, stomping out of the room and into the fresh air outside.

Big mistake.

The moment he stepped outside, the world seemed to conspire against him. The trees lining the path were in full bloom, their delicate flowers releasing plumes of pollen with every breeze. The air was thick with it, clinging to his skin and hair. His nose twitched wildly, the tickle now a raging inferno deep in his sinuses.

“Hhh…hhh’iiiHh—!”

He tilted his head back instinctively, his glowing eyes fluttering shut as the sunlight hit his face. The sudden brightness triggered an immediate photic reflex, his breath hitching violently as the sneeze finally surged to the surface.

“Hhh… hhh’EHTSSHH’UE! Hhh’IISHHhhhuh! HI’DTSSHHIEW!”

The sneezes burst out of him in rapid succession, bending him at the waist with their force. His hands flew up to his face, barely catching the mess before another sneeze overtook him.

“HD’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! hiHH'ISCHHH'UE! Hhh’IETSH’UE! H’ihhSHHhhiew!”

By the time the fit ended, Remi was left sniffling miserably, his broad shoulders slumping as he straightened up. His nose, now red and irritated, twitched again, threatening to launch him into yet another sneezing frenzy.

“Why?” he muttered, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Why mbe?”

He turned back toward the cabin, defeated. But even as he trudged inside, the tickle remained, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to strike again at the slightest provocation.

Inside, Remi slumped onto the couch, grabbing another tissue and blowing his nose again. It brought no relief—if anything, the irritation only deepened, and he felt the maddening itch crawling back into his sinuses. His glowing green eyes narrowed as he glared at the box of tissues.

“Hhh…” His breath hitched again, his nostrils flaring as he tilted his head back. “Hhh’IETSH’UE! Hhh—IISHHhhh! Hhh’ISSHHhiEW!”

The sneezes tore through him with violent force, leaving him gasping for air. He sniffled miserably, grabbing another tissue as he sank further into the couch cushions.

Levi entered the room moments later, his freckled face lighting up with a mix of amusement and concern. “Rough morning?” he asked, holding out a fresh cup of tea.

Remi shot him a look, his voice hoarse as he replied, “You thidk?”

Levi chuckled softly, setting the tea on the table beside him. “Well, maybe next time you’ll let yourself sneeze before it turns into a whole production.”

Remi groaned, burying his face in his hands as the tickle in his nose started to build again. Spring was going to be the death of him.

[velcrodoesstuffsometimes]

[smashed thru your door] "GOOD DAY random civilian! Do I have a product for YOU which is TOTALLY not a non-biodegradable glitter bomb!!!" [I say as I hand you a box and my voice fades further and further away]

🎁

[the box explodes in your hand leaving a glittery mess as biodegradable glitter falls all over your room. what is left in your hand is a small hand written note]

“If you were a hero/villain, or had a character who was, what would be your animal sidekick?”

From @heroes-villains-side-blog

SO MUCH GLITTER EVERYWHERE I HOW DO I CLEAD THIS??? oh a note!

I think a fox! They've been my fav animals for like.... ever since I was born! I think a gray fox or silver one would add great to a villian aesthetic given the colors! Foxes in general are also sly and would be great for helping me and my evil deeds (trying to order my food without being embarrassed)

[unmarketableplushy]

Washed muir binder bc its clead itll still be a few days b4 wei can wear it again cause of muir cough. Have enough time to let it dry

[qubixo1]

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[tarot-tea-cafe]

the empress and the chariot👀🌿

the empress: whats your relationship like with your guides? (if you have any and are comfortable sharing)

i think its very distant right now, i've been fairly quiet on my end because things in life are overwhelming and stressing and i haven't taken the time to sit and talk to them or do anything with their altar.

the chariot: how'd you choose your current path/craft practices?

it took me a lot of back and forth on different practices and things to figure out what worked best for my living situation and dsabilities. i chose things i enjoyed doing and that i coul get away with doing while closeted, plant magic, jar spells and cooking are easiest, along with candle spells, potion baths, tarot, cleading as a form of offering or act of service to my god(s) etc. whatever i have the spoons for and that wont make my parents tell me to throw it out for "abandoning mt faith in god" or whatever.

researching the different kind of things witches and pagans can do with household items was a big help for me, realizing i didnt have to buy a bunch of fancy things let alone much at all was a game changer. cauldrons arent a requirement, most withches have unorganized cabinets of supplies, most of their offerings end up being neat little knick knacks they found. so its okay for me to go about my craft in unconventional ways too. once i got that through to myself i went with "eclectic" witch because i like doing a little of every path.

[dollfailuress-archive]

school is overwhelming ze lately .. ze will close requests and clead zer inbox ,, apologies ..

[lvmimis]

au where i’m part of an anti-hero protest with ‘down with deku’ written strategically (tastefully) on my tits and deku watches me from the top of the agency building, sips his coffee, sighs and promises to get rid of my markers first thing when he gets home that evening

[jonghours]

bare faced San! ♡

[sir-nyon]

I can’t stop loving this outfit XDD

[uhohcabbyo316]

I will vore my foot