#tbd maybe probably idk

[thecreelhouse]

fingers crossed this appointment is productive 🥲

[botanikos]

/affectionately pecks my moots. get peck'd. you've just been peck'd. ♡ good fortune & a smol mark come your way.

[bnjmin]

bencore and it reminded me of how i hope he'll get better at relationships because being on the receiving end of his neediness (which is normal and naturally how he is) that will 180 sooo suddenly to coldness (he gains sudden awareness of how much the other person means to him and subsequently how much it would hurt if they were to leave (in ANY WAY not just a break up)) and then back and forth until something has calmed his mind enough to accept that they are not going anywhere. and that something is usually the fact that they'll put up with him trying to pull away ten different times.

[ardenssolis]

I always feel like I have to put out this obligatory post because I tend to worry people are like, "why is shi not following me over here? :^ (" whenever I'm on another blog and it's found. The answer is because I'm a weenie and I get anxious following people first / prefer people to follow me first as a result. Unless you're like the 10 people I've known for 34553535 yrs, chances are I will not follow you even if we've been interacting. A link is put up, and then I just let people decide from there. I always worry that I'm being followed back because people don't want to hurt my feelings or something (you won't). 😭

[thanatologie]

what's the over-under on emmrich being a commonplace booker.

[ilkkawhat]

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[willfool]

[cleoselene]

my mother - who is 74 - walks a neighbor's dog twice a day to make some money. No it's not a difficult job, but still. She is 74 and had planned all her life to be very much retired right now , but she ended up with one very sick kid (me) and one shithead kid (my brother) who strained her finances -- me by her needing to help me with housing (she took out a mortgage on her place to help me get my condo. My roommates and I pay rent to her and never miss a payment but with HOA fees and insurance constantly going up in Hurricaneland, and both me and roommates on fixed Social Security incomes, the ends don't exactly meet) and my brother by being a fucking asshole loser who refused to have a fucking job.

The man has three kids, two who are still minors, and he REFUSES to work. This is one of many reasons he is divorced (of course, his ex-wife cheated on him literally hundreds of times, so there's that mess too, but that's another story), because my ex-SIL got sick of him never having a fucking job. Once the divorce was final and he didn't have his wife supporting him, he turned to the only other woman he could rely on to pay his way: his mother. My mom didn't want to pay his rent every fucking month for three years, but she loves her grandchildren, and she wanted them to have a father.

Because her children didn't have a father. My dad dipped out when I was ten because he was a drug addict. My mom lives with that guilt all the time, always apologizing to me for not giving me a better father -- as if that's her fucking fault! She was a rock star of a mom! A single parent, a social worker who didn't have much money but her work genuinely made the world a better place. But she feels awful that her kids' father ditched out on us. And my brother knows she feels awful about it. And he exploited that. For literally years. She went from comfortably retired to now having a lot of credit card debt because she paid his rent for 3 years.

When she finally put her foot down as his lease ended and she was no longer a cosigner, he moved in with his girlfriend in Manhattan. She is 23. He is 48. Yeah, it's disgusting. He is leeching off her now. He is also not talking to my mom since she's not paying his way anymore (I mean, she IS paying for his fucking iPhone, though, more on that in a moment).

So. Christmas. She hasn't heard a word from him. She hears some news from my ex-SIL that the kids are going to fly up to NYC to spend a few days with him, which, as much of an asshole as he is, she is glad for, because she wants her grandchildren to have a father. But he hasn't called to wish her a Merry Christmas

So I mentioned her part-time job. For the former congressman whose dog she walks. Lovely, sweet people. They gave her a couple of gifts and a $50 Christmas bonus. Mom sent that $50 to my brother as a gift. He did not acknowledge it or even say thank you.

I am OUTRAGED on her behalf, honestly. She has done nothing to deserve being treated this way by him. And I am depressed that I am stuck being a sick kid who is also a drain. I was supposed to get a PhD and take care of her! Failing being able to make it rain for mom I just wrote her a sappy long facebook message telling her how she's the best ever, but god. Why is my brother such an asshole?

She told me yesterday that when I visit next she wants to go through her will and redo it. She wants to give him a token amount, a few grand, and reassign the rest of what she would have given him in her estate to his kids. It's unfortunate, but it is what it is. She deserves better. :/

[femmefaggot]

we are heavily fighting miasma one step forward and several back

[magnusmodig]

||. gang i'm powerful i just watched all 5 45m episodes of AG.ENTS OF SHI.ELD that dealt with asgardians and asgardian history and i have so many thoughts and HEADCANONS rattling around in this brain

[ziiykhayl]

Next quilt is a-go! This one is loosely HFW inspired (specifically the map of Plainsong).

[runcnlove]

@habitualvolunteer ( Quentin ) asked: untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

As a general rule, Eliot does not take kindly to people touching his clothes, his armor, him, without his explicit permission.

The exception to the rule is his darling Bambi, of course, he always feels comfortable with her enough that any kind of touch is not only welcomed but secretly ( or not so secretly, with the way he often gravitates towards her wherever they are and whatever they are doing, him just plopping into her lap to cuddle a common occurrence at this point ) craved.

And now, Quentin, it seems.

Eliot doesn't quite know how it happened, how the awkward introverted high-strung supernerd managed to worm his way under layers and layers of Eliot's armor, making him drop the meticulously crafted facade he'd spent a very long time working on just to shield himself from the world and make sure no one will ever hurt him again ( if he doesn't do feelings, then they can't get hurt... if he doesn't get attached, he will not be abandoned... simple math, that seemed to work quite well until he was sent to show Quentin Coldwater to the entrance exam and something deep inside of him, some subconscious part, just said mine, as if Quentin was that piece of puzzle that he has been missing – in a similar yet different way to how Margo seemed to be the other piece he didn't know he was missing until they met and something deep inside of him settled, as if he were home, for the first time in his life – his whole life ) every once in a while almost since day one, and make himself at home in his heart.

The most perplexing part is that Quentin seemed to do all of this without any conscious intent on his part. Countless guys tried to "crack the code" only to leave with nothing the morning after ( if they even managed to get Eliot's attention enough for that ). Yet here Quentin was, practically making Eliot eat out of the palm of his hand, and without much trying on his part, accomplishing it by just being his wonderful, awkward, brave, kind and sometimes bitchy ( in a way that somehow only endeared Eliot to him further, go figure ) and incredibly believing self.

Both in sexual and social context, for the longest time it has been about being in control for Eliot. Even when he went down on his knees for another, it was an act of dominance more than anything – he knew how to make a guy ( or a girl, on a rare occasion, and mostly in the context of a wild party ) feel so good he would forget even his own name, forget everything, except Eliot himself, and shamelessly exploited it for his own satisfaction of seeing the other come undone.

With Quentin, though, when he kneels, deliberately putting himself below the smaller man ( the fact that he's kneeling on the couch he'd been lounging around on as he watched the party dying down and couples and groups of students scattering to find a private corner and Quentin is perched on the armrest certainly helping with that particular notion ), it's an act of submission, and he would be lying if he said the very idea of putting himself at Quentin's mercy doesn't send a thrill through his veins, making him shiver with anticipation as the younger magician reaches for him.

When the other boy's fingers settle on his tie, of all things, pulling at the knot with the clear intention of untying it, Eliot stills, a number of emotions colliding inside of him – confusion, involuntary spike of apprehension, the sudden feeling of being exposed he doesn't get when he is far less dressed and with far more people around him, the vulnerability that comes with it making his muscles coil with desire to pull away but he reminds himself that he trusts Q – but none of them strong enough to battle the curiosity, the desire to see what Quentin has in mind through.

The tie comes undone, and Eliot finds himself being pulled towards the other magician, intentions more than clear, and there's a momentary shock at the daring action swiftly turning into heat pooling in his lower abdomen as the older magician complies with the unspoken request, pupils blown wide and breathing already ragged, leaning up from his kneeling position, bejeweled digits rising to frame the other's face, one hand sliding up to cup his cheek and the other down to curve around the back of his neck.

For all of his awkwardness and perceived shyness, Quentin Coldwater has quite a bold side, as it turns out, and Eliot makes it clear through the enthusiasm with which he returns the kiss, the hunger and heat packed into it, that he is very much into it.

[prismatic-starstuff]

oh the loneliness and general depression really do have hands tonight huh lmfao

[lawyer-fatale]

She's a beautiful insane woman to me

[vallorouslly]

i'm not sure how much i'll be on today, with my migraine that kept me in bed most of the day yesterday i didn't get any chores done which will have to now be done today. i'm also gonna be going to visit my aunt who just got out of the hospital from a successful surgery so idk how long that will take me.

either way, i'll try and be here some, the queue is still paused but it will resume tomorrow. but if i'm not here i'm drowning in laundry and fae farm. as per usual, find me on discord sparingly ❤️

[avrorean]

instead of pingponging a plethora of design ideas around in my head forever, since we're going multiple nights contemplating different representative gowns considering how much she would be representing and in order of title importance in the court.

Hero of Ferelden

Arl of Amaranthine/Fereldan diplomat

??? Profit

no one touch me im thinkin about something

im stylizing amaranthine for wewh everyone shut up im thinking im having thoughts