ive been trying to edit the tags on this gifset but im so tired that i keep accidentally pressing the queue button, saving it back to drafts, rinse and repeat
This afternoon I like. Started watching a film and quit five minutes in. Started reading a fan fictione and quit >1k in. Wrote a sentence and deleted it.
I dunno if anyone's asked this yet, but what's your favorite thing about Nick?
*eye twitch* ......
(his tail, his eyes, his e a r s, What his voice, his sense of style, his humor, his coloring //it’s pretty ^^// his smirk, his smile, his laughter, is the sound of his laughter, this guilt faces xD, my this thing he does when he’s scared, favorite this other thing he does with his tongue, about i love that he has a big heart!, i always loved the name Nick, his expressions, any expressions heheh, ? i could go on and on... emery.exe stopped working.. ^^’)
Real answer: my favorite thing about Nick is..okay i’m just picturing when Judy hands him an application and he just melts and you can see all the emotion and just imagine how fast his heart was beating then and yo this is like really and truly Nick!! I love that after everything this guy has been through he can still be susceptible to heartfelt and thoughtful acts of kindness and still be the snarky fox i can never get enough of :) It’s cute to see him change the subject when it comes to emotions lol what a secret softie
i just love when you see "beginner friendly" witch things and it's like "all you need is these herbs that you can't find at your local grocery store, a selection of crystals that took years to collect, and incense, which you are allergic to. but this is totally baby witch friendly."
it's like when jobs are entry level but require 7 years of experience
friendly reminder to head to your local goodwill about now, bc from now til halloween they have excellent cheap alt/goth/punk accessories and clothing. i got neon fishnet gloves for $2, they have a bunch of goth chokers, cool hats, and if you look through the costumes you might find leather jackets, corsets, etc for under $20
it truly brings me so much joy when my friends are predictable. when you send your friend something you know they'll like and they like it. it's such a delight <3
i took a wood wreath (unfortunately smaller than the ones i normally use) wrapped the outside in colorful pipe cleaners, then hot glued pride flags (progress, two rainbow, trans, enby, and bi) into it, then glued worms to the flags and the crown itself. and then sprayed the whole thing with fine gold glitter.
super proud of it and can't wait to take it to pride <3
i looooove being a little rat i'm stimming with my little ratty hands and sniffing with my little pink rat nose and eating so much cheese like a little rat :]
she tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair
hello here is a tiny fic based on the titular line from leonard cohen's hallelujah. it's bluesey. it's fluffy. it's full of my headcanons. also there's a teeny tiny sex joke. enjoy <3
blue sat gansey down in a chair with a stained blue cushion in the tiny kitchen of 300 fox way. she readied her mom's hair cutting scissors in one hand and a spray bottle of warm water in the other. gansey squirmed in their seat, anxiety and excitement battling in their stomach.
"if you don't stop squirming, i'm gonna tie you up and give you a mullet." blue put a hand on their shoulder to steady and comfort them.
gansey's brain caught the words tie you up and proceeded to trip over the tongue, "oh! well, um, uh- i just, well-" but blue just laughed as they blushed.
"what style do you want? keep in mind my haircut," she pointed to her own very choppy, messy haircut, "i can't do fancy."
"i would like," they paused, again shifting in the chair, whatever makes me look less like a republican congresswoman's son."
"ah ha! i can manage that," she said with a grin.
it took longer than the average haircut would, but for good reason. blue was rather accommodating, knowing the struggles of autism and haircuts. so gansey took breaks, and got some water, and, only being ambushed by orla once, the deed was done. dark brown hair strewn the floor of the kitchen in clumps. gansey eyed it with no small measure of anxiety. and then blue came around with the hand mirror.
they almost didn't want to look. they knew blue did a good job - she's blue - but this was an ending. a departure. they were a different person on the other side of this haircut. they took a deep breath and turned the mirror.
blue shifted back and forth on her heels impatiently. "say something," she urged.
"hallelujah."
"hallelujah?"
gansey looked up at her with a smile. "i don't look like a republican congresswoman's son."