#so sorrryyy

[11thsense]

Going through my files of my more illustrative work and this is a bunch of studies, abandoned pieces, and Wips. Some of which I posted then deleted.

[griddlebait]

since i couldn’t post the new chapter to celebrate the one year anniversary of sckl and a few of you said you wanted to read it, i'm sharing the first scene of chapter 25 below the cut.

(keep in mind that this is before beta-reading and final edits so a few things might change when the chapter is posted!)

Just past one in the morning, Gideon quietly let herself into her apartment. She carefully placed her shoes on the rack and tiptoed through the living room, assuming that all of her roommates were either asleep or trying to get there, but she soon noticed a dim, fuzzy glow emitting from the kitchen. Not all of her roommates, then.

Harrow was sitting on the counter with the refrigerator left open in front of her so she didn’t have to turn on an overhead light. Gideon wasn’t surprised; she caught her like this every now and then, most times eating individual ingredients or cold pasta straight from the tupperware container or chugging all the water she’d forgotten to drink that day. Tonight she lacked that manic, starved alleycat quality to her movements—she was looser, relaxed, nonchalantly glancing over her shoulder and languidly straightening her posture at the confirmation of Gideon’s presence—but Gideon still spotted a cup of water clutched in her hand when she rounded the bar. 

“Where have you been?” Harrow asked the moment Gideon reached the line between carpet and tile.

“Am I in trouble?” Gideon whispered back sarcastically.

Harrow’s fingers idly tapped against the plastic cup in muted, arrhythmic thumps. Her voice was curiously hoarse as she said, “That depends on where you’ve been.”

Gideon didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but it warmed her face and prickled her skin. “I was downstairs with Nona,” she elaborated automatically. “She asked me to help her pick out her nail polish colors. And we watched the Ghostbusters movies. And then fell asleep by accident.”

Harrow stared at Gideon. She blinked. She dropped her eyes. Then she said, “okay,” and there was slight resignation in the drooping of her shoulders, an audible settling in the quietness of her voice. She looked down into her cup as if the water inside was suddenly supremely interesting. 

“So … am I in trouble?”

Harrow didn’t look up. “I suppose not.”

The air between them thinned out like a window had been opened and Gideon realized, feeling unlike herself, that she’d gone in the wrong direction. She was supposed to play along and make up something ridiculous yet interesting, like that she’d actually been out at a leather bar with Ianthe getting into fights for fun. She should have given Harrow something to at least roll her eyes at, but she didn’t, and the moment passed, and it was already too late. 

That kept happening these days. Gideon tried not to kick herself too hard about it this time. She wasn’t convincingly dressed for a leather bar anyway. 

Harrow turned to set her cup down on the counter, allowing Gideon a better view of her face. She looked almost as if she’d just rolled out of bed: her cheeks held a curious flush in the yellow light and the ends of her hair were sticking to her forehead and temples, the rest of her grown out buzz cut tousled and poking up in random places. Her expression was blank and tired and gave absolutely no hints at what she was thinking about, so Gideon attempted to read her body language, lowering her eyes and—and—

And Harrow’s arms were extending upwards and curling behind her head in a lazy stretch, and that movement sent her shirt riding up on her stomach to reveal more than a couple inches of bare skin. Gideon privately remarked, her mind growing a bit foggy and distant, that she had never actually seen Harrow’s stomach before.

Which wasn’t a big deal. Stomachs were super common. So were belly buttons. There was no reason to die of shock at the non-revelation that Harrow had both a stomach and a belly button. It was just that every inch of her skin that Gideon had seen before now had been empty and blank—naturally speaking, anyway; Gideon had given her wrist a permanent blemish that summer—and, although it wasn’t as if she’d thought about it specifically, Gideon kind of assumed that the rest of Harrow’s skin would be equally as plain. So even if everyone had a belly button and it was neither impressive nor profound that Harrow also had one, Gideon found herself momentarily transfixed by the small dark brown speck just to the left of it. A freckle, or a mole, or a birthmark, Gideon couldn’t tell with the distance and lighting.

It seemed impossible that you could know someone for their entire life and still keep finding things to learn about them. Gideon thought it was wildly unfair that it had taken nearly twenty-one years for her to discover this very simple fact about Harrow, and then she wondered if something could even be considered a discovery if it had already been discovered by someone else. She found this to also be wildly unfair.

She blinked so hard rainbow flurries danced behind her eyelids and she narrowly avoided physically shaking her head to clear her thoughts like an Etch-A-Sketch. Harrow was totally oblivious to the attention and finished her stretch, dropping her arms to her sides; her shirt slid back down until there was nothing but a thin sliver of skin above the waistband of her pajama pants left exposed. 

The refrigerator was safer to look at. They ran out of orange juice this morning. Cam probably added it to the grocery list already.

“So did you stay up just to get on my ass about coming home late?” Gideon asked. Her throat felt strange.

“No,” Harrow said. After a brief stretch of silence, each word lulling with hesitation like she hadn’t quite decided if she actually wanted to say what she was in the middle of saying, she tacked on: “I was with Camilla.”

That made sense. That explained—yeah. Okay. Not really information Gideon needed to know, but okay. Waves of disappointment rolled through her chest, embarrassment following soon after. She’d been mostly joking—Harrow never needed a reason to stay up—but it was unwelcomingly humbling to be told that no, Harrow hadn’t been waiting for her, and in fact had been plenty busy with somebody else. 

The fact that Gideon had been doing the same thing in a different context, and the question of how much that context mattered and why, were such fleeting, whispering thoughts in the back of Gideon’s mind that they might as well not have been there at all. 

"What, you guys don't have sleepovers?" she asked, her voice supernaturally relaxed as opposed to the unsteadiness she felt internally. 

“No,” Harrow said, and Gideon already knew that. 

"Guess I’m special then,” she pressed because she couldn’t help herself.

“You’re—Yes. You are unique in that.”

That, too, confirmed what Gideon already knew. She still felt better for hearing it. 

Harrow’s leg brushed against Gideon’s elbow as she slid off the counter, but she didn’t seem to notice. She stepped forward and shut the fridge, casting them into a darkness that was only salvaged by streaks of moonlight slipping through the curtains, and turned back to Gideon drenched in shades of gray. 

Gideon wasn’t sure what she expected—nothing, really, she wasn’t expecting anything. It was her body that pulled taut with unnamable anticipation when Harrow looked her in the eye. It was the briefest of glances, and Gideon still could not maintain the contact; she unsteadily cast her gaze anywhere else. Harrow stepped past her to leave without letting the moment linger.

“Goodnight, Griddle.”

Gideon exhaled, her body sinking as if she’d been released. Harrow didn’t notice. She was already halfway through the living room. That was as much of a relief as it was a disappointment. 

“Goodnight,” Gideon replied a beat too late. Refusing to let herself watch Harrow go, she settled for listening to the sound of her footsteps grow quiet and distant. 

[hyoninnuri]

Mr. Spock, however, was not right there.

[tatakaeeren]

Gojo Satoru | Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 232

[vse-kar-vem]

inspired by the tweet under the cut and whoever came up with the jance nerd x bad boy au here !!! (srry it's 3 am too tired to check)

[shiresome]

THE WORLD IS SO BEAUTIFUL

[futturmangamez]

Me and my love I MEAN..Tiger:) Don't tell her I posted this, she'll get mad at me! She may be a sassy tiger🐅in front of you guys, but fortunately for me, we HAVE had our cute moments together 😄 look at how perfect we look🩵💛🖤

She is SOOOOO comfy to cuddle. Just like I imagined:3 and yes we did take breaks and had our moments when time traveling. I'm sure you would too under all that stress☝️

[no-lavender]

The book called Memories

[a-holy-light]

Someone asked me to draw you in this, whaddya think?

(Ignore the fact the shoulder things are different art block is a bastard-)

"You have quite a pretty style, I think. I look lovely. Thank you."

[littleguyzdaily]

Little guy number 56: fluttershyyyy my blovedd

[anulithots]

Every time I watch a show and I think it can't get gayer than that.

Then the next show is gayer. Case in point.

JJK

Satosugu. Gay but also besties. They're great, get too little time together (which is what the story requires but still), a lot left for interpretation and analysis (which a lot of people have done and it's wonderous!)

Link click

Shiguang. They are so cannon. I also ship them queer platonically and it works really well! They are roommates and get a cat together and make each other food and are very soft for each other. ANNNDDD they would doom the entire timeline (or not doom the entire timeline in CXS's case) for each other. Soulmates in every sense of the word.

Banana Fish

... they had an onscreen kiss and are constantly raving about each other.

Like it's cannon.

LIke wow.

holy herbs.

[dedskum]

doing the simblr office thingy @kashisun

odette cobbs, ur new spunky simblr office coworker

26 years old, just started her new job as secretary 2 months ago

romanticizes everyone in the office, probably has a crush on you and two other people <3

giggles when addressed to as miss cobbs

dresses all colorful, always has some sort of coffee with her (iced mocha is her fav) & she smells like lavender

gets caught daydreaming at her desk often but she's a hard worker

[verflares]

mean 2 him.

[secret-tester]

...

Wassup?

[saexy]

OK HELLO I AM HERE TO ASK How both you and Sae feel about Shidou? Are you and him besties?

Before you and Sae started dating did SAE have to ask for advice on how to ask you out? 👀👀

hi BABYYYYYY MARQUEIEIE in inboxiee TT <33 Omg i love the questionss. GRRR CANONICALLY SOEAKIMGGG!! (not what the fandom has put me through-) I ADOREE SHIDOU- he is lil bugman i love the crazy he brinhs!! we make obnoxious cringe jokes! i adore HIMM!! 🥺🥺 sae is a lil- well i mean humans and him dont go well.. but he tolerates him!! YESS WE RE BESTIES! He over alottt and he is our number one hype man <3

AHAHAHAAHA SAE ASKING ME FOR ADVICING TO PULL ME- I would hate to break the bubbleeeee MARQUIEEE BUT HE 🤭🤭🤭 yea no he never asked me out forget asking advice.. he assumed bec he confessed and he knowss me better than me (he does.. cause i liked him for teh longest and he did too but it only resurfaced when he got back from spain blah blah too much irrelevancy)

the only man he woudl ever ask for advice is mr dabaddie his pa.. istg if it wasnt for mr dabaddie this relationship wouldnt be what it is... ( he is th man behind the curtainsss) BUT DONTT GO ON THE NAMEEEEE BRRR!! MR DABADDDIE def has not ever interacted w women first hand TT but MR DABADDIE IS THE OG ALWAYS.

[mortellanarts]

A few funnies that came up while writing a fic about Kurashiki & Klim fambly shenanigans pre-decision game

(*not all of these feature in the fic but I missed them :3)