#i got lucky honestly

[whatimdoing-here]

Forgot my 10 year anniversary at work was Saturday. My first big kid job after college stuck, thankfully. Helped along by progressing in my career, enjoying the people I work with and the work.

annnnd being scared to leave. Only 80% kidding.

Gonna go pick out my reward.

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[lyss-sketchbox]

Collection of namecards that took bullshit achievements to get and im so glad i dont have to deal with it anymore because theyre pretty....

[that-butch-archivist]

I'm not sure if this will take off but I'd love to be indulged. I just read through an old reddit thread where butches talked about what colognes they wore and liked, and got to thinking that it'd be fun to do the same.

[anglerflsh]

in three separate outfits, even

[hannahssimblr]

A slamming door startles me awake. It rattles the beams in the house. Then there’s a thud. And another. Voices converse cheerily in the kitchen upstairs. 

“... pizza…a few cans of Sprite, or?” I catch snippets of the conversation. 

“... God’s sake! Someone has to clean the bloody fridge already!” That’s Jen. The low, incomprehensible mumbling that follows is Shane. I rub my eyes. 

I can’t have been sleeping for too long. The day is still bright and clear, and people are lazing about down on the beach. As a yawn escapes me, I turn to Evie. She’s still here, sleeping soundly. 

“Hey,” I murmur. “Do you want to get up?”

She doesn’t respond. 

“Evie?” I shake her gently. 

She grumbles and rolls over onto her back. She’s dead to the world, flat out, possibly even dreaming. 

“Here,” Again, I shake her, “You might want to wake up.”

A knock comes. “You in there, Jude?” 

“Yeah, Jen, just a second.” I poke Evie in the hip, and she turns back onto her side. Damn, okay. She’s a heavy sleeper. 

“We were wondering if you wanted to order some food.”

“Yep.” I sit on the side of the bed and rub my face. I have napped for too long, because now I feel like I’ve been hurled off a carousel. My skin is boiling under the sun’s magnified glare through the windows. I go to the door. 

“Looking rough,” Jen comments, and I don’t bother to respond. 

“We’re thinking of pizza. We picked up some cans of Sprite on the way home and thought we’d all watch a movie tonight. What do you think?”

“Yeah,” I rub my eye with my fist, “Have fun at football?”

She snorts, “No, I was shit, as usual. I don’t know when they’re all going to realise that I’m too lazy to play and let me off the hook. It’s like-” she breaks off, and her eyes widen. “Wait, is that Evie asleep?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Jude! Did you just,” she lowers her voice to an almost inaudible level, “hook up?”

“Jesus, no!” I step out and pull the door closed behind me. “No, why would you ask me something like that?”

“Then why is she in your bed?”

“We were hanging out on it.”

“When have you ever hung out on your bed with a girl without, you know,” she makes a hole with her thumb and finger and pokes her index through it. 

“You and I do,” I remind her, “All the time.”

“Only because I don’t like boys. Look at you, you’re all sweaty too.”

“It’s hot in there!”

“Yeah, because there were people f-”

“Shut up, Oh my God.”

“What is she doing here? Where did you find her?”

“Why do you have to say it like that? Like I went out and found her wandering the beach like a stray cat and brought her home to-”

“Fightin’ again,” Shane says, at the bottom of the stairs with Claire. They are holding hands, which would be interesting if I wasn’t much more interested in learning about the exact kind of operator Jen thinks I am. 

“It isn’t like that,” I hiss. “It’s never going to be.”

She shrugs. “Well, I’m going to be watching out.”

“What’s going on?” Shane says. 

“He’s got Evie asleep in his room,” says Jen.

He looks at Claire, face draining, then at me. “What’s she doing in there?”

I sigh, “Sleeping. We were talking.”

“Is that all, yeah?” He’s squaring his shoulders and going on the offensive, but I don’t have the energy for it. I roll my eyes. 

“Relax, man. God. I made her listen to all my stupid CDs until she fell asleep out of sheer boredom, okay? I wouldn’t touch a hair on her head.”

Yes, you would. A voice floats into my consciousness. I bat it away. 

“Well, Claire could ask her.”

She pulls a face. “I’m not asking her anything.” 

I drag my hand down my face. “I’m just here for the pizza and a can of Sprite, to be honest.”

“She’s fine,” Claire tells him softly. “She can take care of herself.”

“She can’t really,” he mutters, but mercifully, he lets it drop. 

When she emerges from my room twenty minutes later, dishevelled, with creases from the pillow imprinted on her cheek, she cuts our discussion about whether to watch Ice Age 3 or The Hangover, which are the only universally acceptable DVDs in the house, to an abrupt halt. 

“Rise and shine,” I say, as everyone else stares at her. The fact she is still in my T-shirt isn’t exactly doing anything to help my case. 

“Suppose I was tired,” she says, and I nod. 

“Do you, um… We’re thinking of ordering pizza.” I cannot explain why it’s so extraordinarily difficult to be normal around her, but everyone is looking at me now, and my face is getting hot. 

“I can’t. I have to go home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, thanks though. I’ll see you guys soon.”

We stare at one another for a beat, then she spins around and clambers up the stairs, every footstep thudding, across the kitchen floor and out onto the porch. She slams the door. 

A brief silence follows. I snatch the remote before anyone can make the sort of comment that would damage the last threads of my meticulously curated, nonchalant personality. 

“Ice Age,” I say. “We’re watching that, okay? Everyone shut up.”

Later, as I’m pulling the wet laundry out of the washing machine and cramming it in the dryer, Jen comes in to talk. She’s got that sly smile on her face. 

“What?”

“That her bikini, is it?”

I snatch the little orange scrap off the top of the washing basket and sling it into the drum. “Yeah, and her t-shirt and her towel. She showered here, alright? Do you have something worthwhile to say about it?”

“No.”

“Good. And we have to start cleaning this house.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to s-”

“Yeah, well, I’m saying it now. Starting tomorrow. I can’t live like this anymore.”

She shrugs. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I said okay!”

I slam the machine door with a hollow thunk. 

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Corresponding LG Chapter

[generalsdiary]

Moze x Jiaoqiu

warnings: none

word count: 900~

description: just them being domestic (pre-2.5 events)

moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.

at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.

on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.

coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.

and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.

[akkivee]

ALSO??????? WHAT TF DO YOU MEAN THEY UPDATED GENTAROS CATCHPRASE??????

AND THAT THEY CHANGED A LINE IN ARB WHERE HE REFERENCED THAT OLD CATCHPRASE INTO SOMETHING NEW THAT EXPRESSES HIS WILL TO CONTINUE ON WITH THE LIE??????

AND THAT WILL IN OF ITSELF WAS REFERENCED THIS WHOLE TIME IN HIS NEW SOLO WITH HOW THE POEM LITERALLY ENDS WITH HIM SAYING HE WILL CONTINUE TO LIE??????

[superscourge]

i love when im minding my own business and then im hit with the extreme intense love for drawing sonic with the force of a train

[arcane-gold]

How did you find a DND group that is equally oc obsessed but also all artists!!? You're living the dream! How?!

i held out my hand with a picture of a beautiful man with big boobs in it and kept my palm flat like i was feeding a horse

[prodbyton]

confession i only like 6 riize songs i skip so many of their songs sorry

[the-great-kazooy]

I had the dumbass idea

So it’s modern day, right? Nick and Jay are roommates (omg they were roommates)

And like— Nick is a fucking gamer. Bc ofc he fucking is. So one night he’s playing Undertale and he’s fighting sans or some shit. But he can’t get past him so he rage quits. Jay is over here like “buddy, are you ok???”

Nick is like “no this stupid skeleton keeps HANDING ME MY ASS”

And so Gatsby’s all like “whyyyy don’t you let me try.”

Let me tell you, Nick is hesitant at first. This is the very same man who was raging at animal crossing but he decides “why not??”

He defeats it on the first try. He was all like “AHA! This how you show a skeleton a bad time, old sport.” And just walks off like nothing happened

[jichanxo]

yagami based on a picture from this kimutaku shoot

[lunabug2004]

Okay first of all: LEADER MIKE IS BACK LETS GOOOO!!!! (Did he ever really leave?)

Second of all: there’s no way “he is well! He is good” is the truth. I’m onto you Finn Wolfhard. This boy is suffering like he never has before. Or we are at least seeing some of his past suffering come to light. Either way, that boy better not be doing “well” or “good”. I need his story to be well-rounded and well-written PLEASE!!!

[chirpsythismorning]

Thinking about the time Tom Holland spoiled the date and poster for Infinity War 'unintentionally', even though it was very clearly a bit done by a professional actor... and even still poorly at that! Just look at how he dramatically has the CONFIDENTIAL DO NOT SHARE facing the camera, only to turn it over to look at it, flipping it back upside down while pretending to read it...

remind you of anyone...?

hint

[groovybun-png]

Ohhhh Lady Luke 😳😳 (Lucy? Lou? whatever..)

... and here's some random shit lol