As the festive days are drawing to a close here, I want to bring this video on my and all of your dashboards again, because genuinely only few things have warmed my heart in the way that this has since 2018.
I hope all of you have somebody in your lives who stops whatever they’re doing to tell you they love you 💕
Tagging: @damseljamsel, @stargazer-sims, @aheathen-conceivably, @m0n0lithical, @izayoichan, @simstrashkingdom, @lynzishell, aaaaand-oh, no, you won't get away this time- @greighish!! (Totally optional, do if you feel like it, haven't done it yet, so on and so on...)
There's a summary on Ao3 about princes choosing their brides before the ball, and how its a Cinderella AU and stuff, but the better summary is:
Marinette is slowly falling for both the thief Chat Noir and the Crown Prince Adrien Agreste; Adrien has loved Ladybug for a year and doesn't know why the seamstress he just met is slowly capturing his heart. While the lovebirds figure their mess out, Felix is busy sorting out the actual plot, uncovering all of King Gabriel's schemes, and trying his utter best to make sure he and Adrien get a happy ending, even if it kills him.
Boulangerella on Ao3 updates approximately every Friday.
WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much 😭😭😭 TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER
i would honestly rather rewatch the same show with even half decent gay rep a million times than watch any lgbtq centric show where they all end up sad and traumatized at the end. i want the gay people to be HAPPY i get enough of how depressing is can be to be queer in real life i want the shows i watch to be a way to get away from that.
Get Ready For Christmas When You Are NOT In The Mood, ft. 2022:
my mom: non-planned baking a shit ton of candy, huffing and puffing how she hates that, while listening to Abba and Depeche Mode on full volume
my sister: cleaning the house like crazy, no music, just True Crime podcast and hundreds of episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., lighting up a ginger spice-scented candle with a 'BURN IN HELL' inscription
me: packing gifts in goofy dinosaur paper and baking cookies for the whole family, decorating the batch of gingerbread (so we have a Stripper, a Borat and two Mortally injured gingerbreads because no one was watching me) while listening to old-school power metal band Axxis and my ultimate Christmas song 'All I Want For Christmas Is Beautiful People’, mentally preparing myself for another chapter of cats vs. Christmas tree 2022 edition
there are times I wonder if I sould have tied my shoe a different way,if I should have said your name in a different tone when you made me laugh like no one else did,if I should not have been so silent when you were pouring your heart out to me in the middle on the night,if my cheeks should have been a different hue of red when your fingertips touched the earring hanging from the ear that heard her passionately talking about books and k-pop during movie hour in english,the only time we could ever just be us back when we were kids and it wasn't all easier but at least we had each other.
there are times I wonder if I was not made for your friendship and late-night talking about nothing at all and simultaneously everything,if I was not built for daring to understand how I feel and to hold hands while listening to Carreño and Tchaikovsky together,if I am not suitable for stroking your hair during the bad days and for letting you wrap your arms around me during more bad and hopefully more better days that are coming our way because
we (would be) together.
I (would) forget the rest,
times I wonder if I am made for anything at all except for miserable failures in life because I never say what I need to say,what I want to say,and reading heartwrenching books while staring out the window with the raindrop stains but not really because my mind is constantly traveling and traveling and always seems to reach your destination,and write texts and poems and stories I hate and tear apart and shake a little before going back to my classes and studying,since academic validation is maybe the only thing that keeps me going at this point.
there are times I imagine us meeting again and it's awful and awkward because I never learnt how to properly talk and express myself,I guess. there are times I want my vocal chords to break from screaming in the middle of the street when there's this guy at the supermarket whose perfume reminds me of this swedish show we watched together and our t-shirts that were each other's half like we used to be before keeping secrets,I want my tears to flood the bus because the people in here are intolerable without you here and I can't breathe,I want to set myself on fire when I listen to classical music while studying to shut my brain up and O,Fortuna reminds me of you and how courageous like you and your smiles and dances in the middle of the night when the whole world was asleep and your feelings,open and warm and bright,I will never be.
there are times I wonder how the hell Taylor Swift has always been right.
we indeed only
share this small town
that we have now left behind us
and it breaks me from the inside to the mirror in the morning
and it makes me kick myself at nights,
it's funny how everything inside a mind can change a life in one year.
i've seen enough wuxia/xianxia bad or unhappy endings now that in retrospect i'm shocked that the untamed and word of honor made out in the end as well as they did