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#my friend hosts this every year
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So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.
Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.
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imperpetuallylost · 2 months
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kinda crazy but…
im gay for you
:o no way i’m also gay for u <3
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nebulouscoffee · 6 months
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Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this
#''this'' being collective grief. because tbvh it's the main reason I haven't written very much this year (but will slowly start to)#I write to remind myself I am lucky. I keep telling myself this but even now when I feel awful I am so lucky#I am lucky that none of these funerals have involved very close family members or friends of mine#and I am lucky to be living in conditions with the space to write and space to grieve#and space to come together to mourn with dignity while people not that far away from me are not receiving the same privilege rn#I am lucky my dad was with me today and I spent the evening chatting with him on the terrace I am lucky he is alive I am lucky I am lucky#(apologies if this sounds like a robot malfunctioning lmao writing is just how I process things)#(and apparently I just don't seem to feel like I have the right to feel bad about any of this anywhere except my st@r trek blog hehe)#anyway. To stay on theme I shall say something about Trills :D#I imagine loss and grief must register very differently to them. very Non Linearly in the literal sense but also a highly abstract one#even I feel this massive sense of time warp between all these funerals; and this chest-crushing distance between me and my friends#how do Trills even exist#how do they wake up every day remembering all those friends and children and parents who loved them and they loved and are gone now#and still function#how does Ezri feel walking around with memories of parents that aren't hers (but were soooo much better than hers) taking care of her#does she feel comforted by them? does it feel like the people in those memories were always comforting HER specifically?#does it even matter who it belonged to originally if a memory is HERS now?#does Ezri mourn for any parents of past hosts more than she knows she will mourn for her own mother one day?#does having all this lived experience bring her reassuring amounts of perspective for a 20-something or just overwhelm her all the more?#idk; but I hope she learns to take comfort in her past hosts' memories of family eventually...#(...again. I am going to write sooooo much fan fiction about this lmao)#cw death
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bigothteddies · 4 hours
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maybe a house would be nice. admittedly I am only saying that because I realized I could have a housewarming party and try to invite my favorite people to come visit
#unimportant thoughts#itd be so fun! just imagining sharing my space with the people i love and having them in my space to celebrate it#its all I could want ! im gonna be daydreaming about it sctually#i mean i still could do that with an apartment BUT less space also noise restrictions#UGH i could throw a yearly christmas party!#my family had a big christmas party every year when i was a kid with some families we were close with :(#i miss it a LOT#nostalgic about the fact that there were kids my age i could play toys with and eat at the kids table sure but STILL#i could do that for my friends !#i could maybe cover a plane ticket or two and get some of my favorite people together for a nice dinner and sleepover ;(#i could decorate and cook a meal and have wrapped gifts for everyone under the tree :(#meatz has a friend that throws a big halloween party every year and i really admire it#to throw and host a party rvery year where the prople you love can gather and see each other snd have a good time#is a PRICELESS fucking thing to provide and its something i admire#DOING things and hosting events and making stuff happen is a Big Deal#its a value and service many people dont appreciate#fortunately its been BEAT into me by the BMX scene#that the most importsnt thing you can do for BMX isnt to post your opinions online#but to host your own event to provide for the sport your own way to get people involved and to have a good time#and i wsnt to do that in life !#its hard ive arranged beach trips where no one shows up ive hosted movie nights where people leave halfway through#but I know ill find people that want to do things and hang out just as badly as I do !
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froghwon · 7 months
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paunchsalazar · 2 years
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Tamaki start of college having epiphanies…Haruhi: “oh wow we’re really all gay I guess people do find each other” and he is like “Haruhi? Do you think that I’m gay?” “Well I guess bisexual, or do you prefer pansexual? you like people of all genders, or regardless?” “I… I never really thought about it.”
it’s a whole thing for him to process… he summons the whole group “you may be surprised to hear this, but I am gay.”
they are like ?????? “Tamaki you were like our gay awakenings you’re the one that made people feel okay about these things”
they each slowly realize he had absolutely no idea, montage of every gay thing he’s ever done… he is like what? but isn’t that what being best friends is like? recall all his statements about being yourself and loving what you love so on so forth, status on the ruling opinion of Tamaki chart turns from respect and admiration to… this guy is an idiot… etc etc and he is like what I had no idea, whole crisis
he recalls this moment he is like “acknowledging who you are, having the courage to admit what you love… isn’t that what it means to be strong?”
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“Thank you past me, you are a genius!”
also kaoru is the one that came out Tamaki just somehow made it about him and then it ends up being about all of them… “I continue to learn more about myself… I truly am a man of great depths! I know! We should celebrate! A party to mark the birth of a new, more realized me!”
realizations happening ->
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dilfpassing · 2 years
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one day im gonna live in my own house with my own yard and my own decorations and my own furniture and my own kitchen and surround myself with only the people i want to be with and i’ll be able to sit on my porch and watch the sunrise and the sunset and the seasons come and go and things will be better
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victory-cookies · 5 months
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for the first year ever— my aunt played the 12 days of Christmas in a lower key at our annual carol sing, meaning that I (the lone person singing “five golden rings” bc I’m the only fucking may baby and that’s how we organize the verses at this thing) didn’t have to choose between “embarrassingly low so that you’re bottoming out your vocal range and can’t be heard” and “full falsetto that will inventively end up sharp, flat, or both”. Bc that’s been my reality for like 15 fucking years at this point and it sucks every time bc I get a big spotlight on me and have to decide if I should sing low and quiet or high and pitchy. It’s hell. She realized by the tenth day this year that something must change and started playing in a lower key for the rest of the song. It was still bad but. Not as bad
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rxtgallows · 6 months
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being the same age as most long term lolitas were when they started getting into it but its different now bc there is just so much less of a community it feels like... like for me i feel more like i am finding a lot of individuals but no local communities bc its just rlly died down i think... like i found a 2013 pph article about a lolita meetup downtown. i dont think that wld happen now even if i COULD find a local community
#i think if theres not a lolita tea party/panel this year at pcm i will host one next year...#by then ill have been actively in the subculture for like a year and ill know a little more.. rn im JUST starting out i wld have no clue#what to do... but like i have ideas for stuff that wld be soo fun and ive always wanted to host/participate in an event or panel#once i was picked to participate in the fandom state alchemist test or w/e its called but then they wldnt let me after they saw my boot#which was so fail bc i absolutely cld have done tthe challenges with a broken foot. BLAH anyway#or like i hope they try the jfashion show again UGH probably not since it had to be cancelled due to lack of participation...#i jst would looove to have lolita friends in the area... idk how successful i wld be at converting someone and my sibling doesnt count#or ONE lolita friend... i only know of one lolita in maine and shes pretty well known in the NA lolita community from what i can tell so#ive met her a couple times actually she is very nice. idk what i am trying to say tbh#im more open to making friends at pcm in a lolita context and not a cosplay context bc every cosplayer ive interacted with for more than a#passing comment or picture turned out to be like umm a freak#or one of my moms students <- student who made all the dresses for the haunted town tour cosplaying kanaya that one year and then me showin#my mom the meetup pictures and her going omg.... thats d///////#she was a really really incredibly seamstress btw her costumes were beautiful. anyway. iconic.#i think probably i havent talked to anyone in a while and it is wearing me down i have to make these massive posts every day
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palms-upturned · 2 years
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#meg talks#god i am so fucking tired lately sksbdjjccj#came home from work today and made myself a quick dinner and after eating i immediately passed out for like an hour 💀#there’s so much i gotta do in terms of cooking/chores but my body is just so worn out#which is why im late answering messages and stuff lately btw sjsbdjdb im not trying to ignore ppl#just. spoons in the negative. i can drop by and post my gay little thoughts every now and then but conversations i have to take slow#but yeah i am in dire need of a vacation skshdjdj ill have to put in a time off request soon…#just gotta decide how much time i wanna take off and when…#im just like god i hope i don’t have another medical emergency of some kind and regret not saving my pto 💀#but i need REAL time off u know… time to relax instead of recovering/nursing ppl#at my first job i didn’t take a proper vacation for like two years and whew. there were Mental Consequences#now it’s been a year and a half at this job and the Consequences are hot on my tail#it’s just sad bc of covid u know. i can’t go anywhere nor host any friends for a visit#so ill just spend the whole time at home wishing i could be w my friends and family… 😔#well. anyway. ill figure smth out#for now i just gotta get into a routine w the chores so im not dying sjbsdjhd#and also go talk to my fibro specialist abt adjusting my treatment to accommodate for lifestyle changes…#third floor apartment and walking to work and etc etc#sigh. im just tired man
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alienaiver · 1 year
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family weekend has begun! they all remember me somehow
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ajjconcertat2am · 1 year
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still upset about the couple in my main friend group ghosting and blocking us all because we (the rest of us queer) call ourselves faggots
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saviourkingslut · 2 years
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something very rotten abt how a friend can become a chore and an obligation who you extend care for and go through the motions of friendship for bc of what they used to mean to you through no fault of their own. and they still feel very warmly for you but unbeknownst to them you can't return the feeling anymore. truly one of the worst things in life
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glitteratti · 1 year
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wait i just started yhinking about hosting a passover seder. in my own home.
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what-even-is-sleep · 1 year
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Mmmmmmm mad bc I am too empathetic and also on my period and that makes me more empathetic and I am MAD about it.
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oatbugs · 2 years
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leaving holes (grief-deep clawmarks) on quincentenarian floors
#i saw my friend whom i met here the night b4 last night she gave me her bracelet ill think abt her forever#she was sipping on amaretto and she almost started crying she was talking abt how she wishes she didnt have to leave#and last year she hated it here and she grew to love it this year and actually globalisation and the transient nature of our#lives doesnt allow us to settle down and while its a wonderful opportunity she is tired of grieving everything she left behind#i know some constellations but ive not been able to identify in them in the sky for a while#3 days ago i traced the tattoo of someone with white hair and brown roots and piercings and a deep sense of guilt and a deeper addiction#of transient experiences . i looked up at the night sky (one hand in theirs their eyes on my neck) and i could finally see it#little bear on their arms in the sky in our eyes#a girl with black eyeliner and black hair and red lipstick marks all over her face told me about futile efforts and the way in which#transient experiences are the reason you weep and so by extension are the reason you grin . no laughter without the wailing.#stroked a cat i left behind i made a star on their hand watched the sunrise over the sea over and over and over and it was never enough#i grew up by the ocean and i become trapped when i leave the saltwater taste of it behind i grew up in a city and i become trapped when#i am not inhaling every kind of cancerous smoke there is. around people in a rush around random eye contact around the 4-minute friendships#in the underground around the million transient experiences you are hosted to . youve been here for 2 years youve been here your whole life#i wanted to kiss her so bad. or maybe i was fascinated by the idea of biting her collarbones . i wish i had slept in her house longer.#transience holds you like a gun.
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