So, it is canon that Jonny made up most of his backstory. But I'm pretty sure that it is canon that Jonny killed his father(although I don't remember where I read that, I do know I saw it in some post at some point in time).
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Do you think that he made up the part where his father forgave him?
The last thing Eddie Diaz expects to come out of his trip to Buckley’s Plant Nursery & Landscaping with his son, is to develop an honest to god schoolgirl crush on the guy who owns the place (and not notice that that is what’s happening for an embarrassingly long time).
The plan is simple. Get in, have Christopher pick out a couple of succulents or whatever he needs for his school project, and get out without infesting any of the gorgeous plants in the shop with his bad plant karma.
But then, the first thing he’s greeted with is a hunk of a man, carrying two heavy packs of soil on his broad shoulders. Eddie swears he can see a drop of sweat running down the man’s face in slow motion. His t-shirt looks like it’s one strategic muscle flex away from bursting at the seams and Eddie—Eddie feels nervous all of the sudden. And he’s gaping like a fish.
“Hey,” Hunk-man says as he hoists the soil on the counter next to him with a grunt, “What can I help you with?”
At least Eddie has enough self-awareness to close his mouth.
Or: the one where Buck owns a plant nursery and Eddie stumbles through his crush (and has no game during all of it)—oh and also, there are a lot of Bob Ross references.
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💌 just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who’s left such lovely feedback on my latest chapter of four walls. it’s been a weird and emotionally draining week for me, and getting to come back after a long day and read all your kind words has been such a solace. it’s truly hard to put into words how much it means when people connect with something you’ve created (and i’m far too exhausted to even attempt it tonight), but trust me when i say nothing grounds me and keeps me writing through all the difficult stuff more than knowing that what i’m creating means something to people other than just me. thank you so much for your generosity in sharing that with me via your lovely comments and feedback 💌
Really wasted my young adult life "learning languages" and "being undiagnosed autistic" and "trying and failing to do everything right" when I could have been writing more and vibing and being kinky. Or something. This post was better in my head.
She can’t bear to face anyone since she dropped out of college. She had to talk to her parents, obviously, but it’s been almost a year since they spoke. She was expecting them to yell at her, tell her she was wasting her life, tell her she’d never get anywhere without a college degree, that she was almost done, so why couldn’t she just wait it out another couple of years and then at least she’d have finished something?
But they didn’t yell. They both just seemed…sad. Tired. And that was so much worse.
It was like they had given up on her.
Grace doesn’t know how to explain. She still hasn’t quite managed to explain it even to herself. Would anyone understand? Freddie never demanded an explanation—she loved Grace no matter what—but Grace was sure she wouldn’t get it. Freddie was passionate about so many things. Freddie was the sort of person who would probably go on to get a Master’s and a Doctorate or maybe two or three, because she just couldn’t decide what she loved the most.
And Grace?
Grace barely even felt like a person in college. She tried to do all kinds of things, join clubs, meet people, take classes she thought might be interesting. She tried to distance herself from Freddie, even, and she was not gentle. She tried to destroy herself over and over again, and make something entirely new. She tried to forge herself into someone interesting, someone worthwhile.
But in the end, the truth always came crashing back to her. She can’t escape herself. She can’t escape how utterly unremarkable she is.
i did finally get to replace my drawing tablet last month btw! not that i've drawn very much since
^ astrai (very subject to change) & rori. from a month 1/2 ago. micaiah not included because i couldn't get their vibe right but haven't tried redrawing them yet
I had a very tiresome day and I’m totally worn out but I saw a lot of good Palestine posts that I’ll try to reblog soon and in the meantime, everyone who sees this should go look at the free Palestine tag (and participate in the global strike, do whatever you can to get governments’ attention and force them to stop killing people).
You know how people talk about getting an autism diagnosis and realising that it's not some sort of character flaw or something wrong with them they're just autistic?? Well sometimes I look at other autistic people doing so good with lives and careers and passions and being social and networking and talking to people and I still feel like I suck at it so bad and even thinking about trying makes me feel sick and it's like. Oop. Wrapped back around to feeling like it's a character flaw again