#me yelling through the house

[azuneekun]

i come check ur blog everytime my friends slander shane to my face. its a type of shane palette cleanser. ur the only mf who gets me

Im glad you can feel some sort of sanctuary in my blog bcz shane fans r always going through the fucking trenches in this fandom

[lobotomyladylives]

there is literally no human experience better than pulling out a gun and pointing it at a man who has been harassing you btw

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I've been doing a lot of grocery delivery in the country lately, so I ordered myself a nice bumper sticker so I fit in with everyone else's stuff :)

I've seen a lot of these lately, but they were all of a pride flag I don't recognize. Not sure which gender/sexuality has the red and white stripes with the blue with white stars in the corner, but I guess it's an ok design. The rainbow is the traditional LGBT flag, though, so I feel it symbolizes the collective queer community a little better and will be a little more noticeable/recognizable than niche flags, like this stars and stripes guy.

[lavender-and-cedarwood]

Sometimes I feel a bit bad because I tend to feel closest with Hermes, a god who is by and large considered kind and friendly and you know - hospitable. And I am absolutely not. I am very much a “who are you, why are you on my property, come back with a fucking warrant” kind of girlie.

But then I remember that Hermes is also a god of watch dogs and a guardian of locked doors (as well as a god who opens locked doors, of course), and so maybe it’s okay if I have more of a watch dog personality.

Yeah, I did just scare off someone who was sitting on my porch, bold as brass. How could you tell?

[bigmammallama5]

i turned in my paperwork to start selling pots in our art center's gallery shop, so now i gotta bust my ass again to get some more work churned out (which this is very cool, and i need to provide some mugs for a special instructor's "mug event" now). i went and looked around and there wasn't a terribly broad array of work? cups, bowls, mugs, some smaller serving dishes, mostly functional work. i'm thinking i'll do cups, mugs, some small bowls for ease, then i'm thinking some pumpkins (with or without a face or a lid idk), some little shroomies which are easy and cute, and then if i can get them right maybe some of those tumblers with the half lid for straws? maybe some wild clay slip...

but now bc i'm teaching more and i might have a little extra from this now, idk if i'll have the time to dedicate for illustration commissions like i had been hoping to do. im still gonna think about it, and at the very least might find a new online shop to offer prints that isn't redbubble. it's not a light decision to consider. :/

[thatonebylershipper]

my mom is such a silly goose fr

[boygirlctommy]

QOTD: Have you ever seen a bear in person? Where were you? Is there a story to go with it?

i live in the woods, i see bears all the time! when i was a kid, my gym teacher chased a bear off the soccer field and into the woods. my whole class assumed she was going to die and we mourned her (it was only her first day working at our school lol) she was in fact fine but i still dont know WHY she thought that was a good plan

[thelioncourts]

we can take it even further what if louis was 18/19. What if he calls Lestat Mr. Lioncourt because he works with his dad. What if Louis’ dad notices Lestat taking his son places secretively (he’s more discreet than in canon)

Mr. Pointe du Lac Sr. (I need to give him a name -- is John too basic and boring? Oh well, that's his name rn) invites over a new potential business partner, a rich man from France who has plenty of capital to invest and not at all a mind as to what to do with it fucking filthy manipulative liar Lestat is and so Mr. Lioncourt joins the Pointe du Lac family for dinner, his true reasons for being there simply being his own ideas of playing fun little games with fun little humans and their human entanglements but what's this? The dinner table is full of a family, a family made up of a boy with birds and god flitting vividly around his head, a girl pressed in tight to her mother's side to learn to be a lady just like her, and another boy -- a boy of absolute beauty, a boy fighting a war inside of his own head, a war that gets even more chaotic at the first sight of Lestat entering in the foyer.

Paul's got lots of questions for Mr. Lioncourt, questions about God and cathedrals in Europe and "Are you a good person, Mr. Lioncourt?" and the other boy, Louis, is avoiding Lestat's eyes, his own focused on his barely-touched plate of food. Lestat's managing to swallow the human paste-like food because it's so easy to pretend that it's the boy's blood going down his throat instead. Lestat can smell the honeyed flow in Louis' veins. Lestat can smell his interest.

And it's easy, easier than it should have ever been, after that to get Louis alone. It starts with a few more visits to the house and an agreement with John Pointe du Lac to invest in some of his sugarcane business all before John, older in years and busy keeping the business afloat, sends Louis to conduct a meeting with Lestat so he himself can go talk to another investor. "Mr. Lioncourt seems to like you just fine, Louis. Send him my regards and tell him I'm treating him to dinner next week to make up for my inability to be there."

And with Louis ~conducting business~, there's no need for John Pointe du Lac to be at all suspicious when those business meetings become more frequent. And lengthier. There's no need for John Pointe du Lac to be at all suspicious when Louis comes to breakfast, bleary-eyed from being out all night, wearing new and expensive clothes that bring out the color that comes to his cheeks when Lestat's name is so much as mentioned. After all, why would a man be suspicious when his son is showing great acumen for business. And when the business is thriving for the first time in a long time, John is too blinded by monetary gain to listen to any of Paul's antics about Mr. Lioncourt ruining their lives, ruining Louis.

[rubiesintherough]

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[vineofroses]

if only ya'll could hear my commentary while watching young royals season 3.

[evankinard]

jesus christ what a deeply shitty day bless her heart

[emile-hides]

Drifting Home makes me so emotional over the whole The Places we love and spend time in love us back so here’s my shitty little trailer if she was a cute little anime girl who loved me very much

[pinkfey]

parents exist to take u on trips to guilt town 🚦🚏🚗

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

You know this time next year, when I haven't spoken to mum in months and I'm not coming home for xmas, I hope she thinks back on days like today and is like "yeah that's probably the reason he went no contact"

[griancraft]

My mom walks in to the kitchen and gets mad at me for not doing laundry right away when I said I would and having our protein powder in my room. It was a mistake that I left it there. She starts yelling at me and telling me I’m the reason my anorexic sister won’t eat the protein powder anymore because it was in my room. She told me I’m stealing their food and she’s going to wash her clothes before me because it’s HER home. I do not understand how the food thing do was my fault and I told her that like. I have BED I struggle with food and she said oh you could go to the many therapists we provide you (depression and anxiety ones that were not prepared to deal with trauma) or the family therapist (who reinforces their abuse because they downplay it to her and I cannot tell her anything about the abuse because she will tell my mom.) and I tell her no I can’t I can’t they don’t help and she told me my sister is putting in the work and going to therapy like I’m not getting better? Like I’m not improving and trying and working my ass off to improve myself? I just had one of the most awful panic attacks of my life I leaned over the sink and sobbed for 5 minutes and now I’m in my room but I have to go back out and finish cleaning otherwise I’ll get yelled at even more. This has gotta be abuse I can’t be exaggerating right like what the fuck. I hadn’t even been that mean to my mom I was just a bit blunt bc she said she needed to wash her clothes and she was gonna do it regardless of my plans bc I didn’t give a clear timeline. Then she. Ones upstairs and yells at me until I start ugly crying and then she has to, has to! Tell me she’s leaving to give me space and I just sob to shut up because what the fuck is wrong with you?

[vstheworld]

we hired just an absolute idle bouncing DVD menu of a guy. a real orange cat vibe. if you don’t give him specific instructions on what he should be doing he just. stands there like a sim.

yet we make the same exact pay! I love capitalism.