#ladys textposts

[ladiestbug]

Diana Gordon’s life might as well have ended when that loser in the bathroom’s did. As she and her mother heal from their — Lawrence’s — Jigsaw attack, she can’t help but notice that daddy is gone even more than before. He starts coming home smelling like rot, like coins and decay rather than the flowery perfume of his coworkers that she’d grown so used to during her second bedtime, after Alison had put her down and her father had returned from his late shift to put her to sleep for real, she always was a daddy’s girl at heart. She complains about the smell, and Larry starts showering before he puts her to sleep but he doesn’t explain it, he gives her a hearty chuckle and a pat on her back and insists that getting old just makes you stinkier. Diana knows that her grandparents don’t stink like that, she knows her friends’ parents don’t, and she knows that whatever the smell is must be worse than Larry’s infidelity because this new rotten smell never, ever makes it back to mommy’s room.

Diana doesn’t mention it to Alison, she doesn’t mention it to the nice counselors and therapists that’ve become part of her life, most of the time she’s able to forget about the awful smell. When Alison and Lawrence sit her down to teach her the word “divorce”, Diana finds little time to worry about something so trivial as her dad stinking anymore. She moves into her grandmother’s house with Alison, they live out of a guest room and Diana sleeps funny because her mom starts working nights and grandma doesn’t quite know how to put her to sleep. By her 11th birthday, Diana and Alison live in their own place — it’s shitty, she knows it’s shitty because Alison says it every time Larry comes to get Diana for his week with her. “You’re a fucking oncologist and the mother of your child can barely afford her one bedroom rental, Lawrence, what kind of person does that make you!?” Is her favorite, Diana hears it weekly and mouths along with her mother’s crying, taps her feet along to the banging of her mother’s fists against her father’s car, then they’re driving away and Larry is apologizing, trying to explain how hard being an adult gets.

It’s living out of this shitty one bedroom rental where her mother sleeps on a pull out in the living room that she discovers — well, her friend discovers — a dead body. They love to play by the train tracks and this man must’ve loved to too but now two lower middle class white girls are picking flowers from their neighbor’s flower box and tossing them on him and saying a little prayer. Diana leaves quickly and says she’s grossed out and scared, in truth she’s just scared because that rotten smell is back, because that poor man who’s been sitting dead by the train tracks in the hot sun smells just like her daddy. She doesn’t want to return home, she wants to walk across town and pound on Lawrence’s door and make him explain but she can’t and he only dropped her off two days ago. She goes home anyway, her mom is asleep in the living room so she goes to her room quietly to cry while her anger simmers.

When Lawrence picks her up at the beginning of the next week, Diana isn’t sure how to express her feelings. She climbs into the back seat and sits there quietly, eyes burning into the back of Larry’s head as he tries to settle the tension between them. He’s bullshitting — his favorite thing to do, and a word she learned from her mother — about school and her friends when she decides to speak up, “I saw a dead body this week.” She starts with, watching Larry’s eyebrows raise in the rear view mirror. “Did you?” He asks, his throat sounding a little dry, “how’re… how’s that making you feel?” He tries to mimic the same sweet tone that her therapists use when they ask about Zep. “It smelled like you.” Diana deadpans in response, Larry chuckles dryly and feigns offense until he realizes she isn’t being silly, not teasing. “When you work in a hospital-“ “I thought you just ran tests on people and gave them results.” Diana isn’t even sure it’s true, she can see how a cancer doctor would end up responsible for dead bodies but Larry’s face twists up and tells Diana everything she needs to know. “Dad.” She murmurs when he doesn’t say anything, her eyes are getting wet and her heart is pounding but Larry just turns the radio up and doesn’t look back at her again until they’re home.

[khgne]

more BNHA as textposts

[crossroadsofchaos]

Hello, hi, I haven't done one of these in a while.

[hyakinthou-naos]

Hestia

Hestia’s posture is impeccable.

She is neither tall nor short - and round in figure.

Her hips are wide - perfect for holding the children that she never birthed, but cares for anyway.

Her belly is round, from good food and a good family - and it bounces slightly when she laughs.

She has a mothers face, and a mothers hands, and auburn hair that falls in curls.

She wears dresses in muted oranges and reds, or browns - and her apron is off-white.

She hums when she cooks in the kitchen and grows her own herbs in the back garden.

She keeps a cleaning rag in her pocket, and always has a salve ready in case of scraped knees or burnt hands.

She does not yell, no - her honey brown eyes give a harsh enough stare to silence unruly children and self-indulgent adults.

Her doors are always open, to the forgotten and the lost - to the wandering and the wanting.

She always cooks enough for extra company and second helpings.

Her hearth is always burning, her love is never ending.

Hestia, Goddess of Hearth and Home,

Lead my way - and light my path. 🕯️

- Hestia’s Hearth; An original hymn

[kujousaramybeloved]

genshin + (text) posts

[aroacemisha]

A meme batch! Haven't done one in a long time.

[master-missysversion]

Time ladies

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

[rosebudprincess]

Grease is so butchfemme coded and i will die on this hill

[ladiestbug]

After the bathroom Lawrence and Scott seek each other out, they're the only people in the world who knew Adam the way they did and it'd be a disservice to his memory for them not to. Maybe Scott cleans up, or Lawrence learns to handle the mess, maybe Lawrence can't stand it still, but doesn't mention Scott's mess anyways. However it happens, they get used to each other, Scott handles fluorescent lights and the near constant onslaught of hospital staff popping in just to have lunch with Larry. Larry stomachs the smell that comes along with Scott's shows, he never has to be invited, he's always just there, camera in hand, smile on his face. The photos he takes aren't particularly good, but Scott appreciates the gesture, the few seconds Adam is there when he catches a glimpse of the lense. Lawrence begins to stink of developer, it's heavy and consumes everyone who comes into contact with it, sometimes Scott curls up against him, the smell envelopes him, fries his nose hairs off and feels like home.

Lawrence continues to work late, and Scott meets him in the parking lot after his shift, always. Scott drives them home, no matter how much Larry swears he wants to work this much he's always too tired after work, in the shower later he'll sit on the side of the tub and let Scott take care of him. He'll use him as a crutch back to their room because his stump just cannot take anymore time in his prosthetic and he'll fall asleep before his pajamas are even on. He'll wake up dressed in them anyways, roll onto or off of Scott and apologize for the trouble he caused the night before, Scott won't let him, he'll kiss Lawrence and when the doctor tells him how gross it is he'll lick the leftover drool off his face before returning for a second kiss. Lawrence would never let Scott apologize for needing him, so why would Scott start letting Lawrence?

Scott is not a cook, when Larry is working he orders pizzas and picks up fast food, as soon as Larry realizes this he is determined to teach Scott. No matter how often Scott complains, everyday Lawrence has off is spent on their feet in the kitchen. Larry isn't the greatest cook either, and their food doesn't always taste good but they have fun, they dance around the kitchen together and try to cook things they surely aren't ready to cook. Scott taste tests every ingredient, reminding Lawrence that he's just doing poison control when he starts making that face. Scott doesn't cook alone, sure he'll burn the house down without Lawrence's supervision, but the more they practice the more often they have leftovers for him to eat. The days Lawrence doesn't work late often end with the duo on their couch, their kitchen a mess (that won't be there when Scott wakes up – Lawrence will wake up early to do dishes), and their bellies full of something quite honestly mediocre, but they'll both eat seconds and it'll be gone when Larry's home tomorrow, Scott will be convinced it's the best thing they've ever cooked just like he is with everything they've ever cooked.

[mydogjelly]

Masterpost 2/4

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[wodimewoahtime]

this is hyumizisua to me

[hyakinthou-naos]

To Hestia, Both First and Last

Hestia's Scroll

Dimensions → 6.25in x 15in (approx.) Materials → 14 Count Aida Cloth, Embroidery Floss Duration → Design created 08.2024, project finished 02.2025

I began this project 6 months ago and it is finally finished. It would have been finished much sooner if it hadn't been for my move to South Carolina - but at long last I have completed this piece.

Every stitch was done individually (this can be more easily seen in the 3rd picture), as opposed to to each line being a single stitch. This was done both for how it made the final product look, and as an act of painstaking devotion.

I am so pleased with how it turned out; and I held a special offering ceremony last night - to present the finished product to Lady Hestia.

I am so grateful for the home that I have, and the life that I lead, and neither would be possible without the Great Goddess of Hearth and Home.

- Aön

[her-stars]

the urge to kiss someone wearing a full suit of armor holding a sword covered in blood.

[happygirl2oo2]

Elementary as textposts part 3/?

[javert]

people really really hate women who work in science/tech hunh