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#but it's the most comforting smell to me
myangelscrimson · 2 years
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I smell metallic
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doll-elvis · 1 year
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this lil set of hazy photos I found on pinterest has pulled me into an emotional crisis 🤧
like if I don’t get to feel his prickly sideburns or squish his lil cheeks or kiss his pouty lips or ruffle his fluffy hair this very second I might spontaneously combust and die 😭
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bonestrouslingbones · 1 month
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btw big shoutout to that woodworking class i took in my final semester of high school for allowing me to 1. not constantly sound like i'm talking entirely out of my ass and 2. hide some very niche secrets because of the like 2 full months of paperwork & osha training before i got to actually build anything
#dont click see all on the tags i accidentally went insane over woodworking Its Not Worth it#god that class was such a mess. it took so long bc we couldn't all go to the shop unless everybody passed the safety test#and. well i'm pretty sure only i and like 3 other kids actually wanted to be there . im still a bit angry about it yeah#i wanted to build a table for my mom for mother's day and didn't finish it til JUNE and then it fell APAAARRTTTTTTTT!!!!! but its FINE#I WAS GRADUATING LIKE A WEEK AFTER BUILDING THAT TABLE BUT ITS ///FINEEEEEE////#THE actual knowledge that i still retained from it is really funny tho tbh#the only thing you can call a guard on a bandsaw is the lil 2" radius circle printed around where the blade goes through the table#if you put your fingers inside of that circle they will be Swiftly Removed#i am more comfortable with that fucking thing than a hand drill#however drill presses are fine. kinda fun actually#walnut smells really good when it's being ripped but the dust gets fucking everywhere somehow even more than white oak#that was my last class of the day that semester and i would constantly go home with my black clothes having turned brown#and i'll say. most fulfilling class i've ever taken to be completely honest#ik i am not attending a trade school but WHYYYYYY DOESNT MY UNIVERSITY OFFER WOODWORKING AAAAGGG#WHAT IF I DROP OUT TO BECOME ONE OF THOSE YOUTUBER GUYS THAT MAKES TABLES THAT ALL LOOK THE SAME HUH. WAHT THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!#WHAT IF I WANT TO MAKE 32 TABLETOPS OUT OF MINIMALLY TRIMMED SLABS AND EPOXY THAT ALL SOMEHOW LOOK BORING. WHAT IF I MAKE BANK ON THAT#ITS! BETTER!! THAN ALL THESE ESSAYS!!!!!!!!!#ahegm sorry folks. what i meant to say is that whenever ebony looks like he's creaming himself over furniture that's me talking through him#all that being said if i ever have to look at autocad ever again i will start huffing the polyurethane
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citrineghost · 6 months
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I think about this a lot...
I just want you all to know, even if you don't see any people in your area with pronoun pins or bright, queer clothing, or with clockable traits, there's a very good chance you're surrounded by queer people who are blending in with the cishets. You're not alone.
Ever since I've started passing, I've had this repeated thought... I'll be in a public place and I'll see someone who's almost definitely queer, and it makes my day, but then I wonder, do they see me? Do they know I'm here? Do they understand that I'm one of them?
To be passing is what a lot of trans people see as the end goal, but, if you're not trying to be stealth but simply not going out of your way to display that you're queer, it can come with a profound sense of sudden exclusion - like you're too passing to count anymore, or like you'll be unrecognizable to your queer siblings
So, for everyone's benefit, I just want to say, remember that there are those of us who don't stand out. Don't assume every person that you don't clock as trans is cis. Don't assume every person that you don't clock as gay is straight. We speak out against cisheteronormativity, but to protect ourselves and remain in the safe bubble of those we expect to be safe for ourselves, we are often times perpetuating it
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peppermintbutch · 7 months
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Anton compilation
#i miss him so much going through old photos on my laptop and like every second photo i took was an anton photo#there were so many little things about him that will never be there again. But I'm so happy i got to see them even the disgusting ones.#he would lay on my feet when i was cutting vegetables. he would flatten his ears as a way of saying hi.#he would do his best impression of a human hello when encountering people on his walks. he loved to eat carrots#and whenever he got one he'd run off to his bed with it and the crunching would be so loud.#he could notice when people were angry or sad and he'd try to comfort me and lick my face when i was crying.#we'd throw sticks for him into wheat fields and he'd lose them in there and prance like a deer only his ears sticking out.#he smelled really awful most of the time. he loved to eat shit and dead animals.#he was really scared of sheep and skylarks and our neighbors cat#he loved swimming and when he first learned how he splashed around so much like a little fountain.#he liked to sleep with his head on my shoes. at night i would hear the tap of his little feet#and then a thump when he'd lay down against my parents bedroom door and then a really loud sigh.#he once got on the table and ate the bolognaise when my mom was picking me up from school but he left a plateful for me#he made genuinely the strangest noises I've ever heard a dog produce.#after i moved out he was always so happy when i came to visit. he loved people#when he was younger there were a few trigger words that made him so excited he'd run up the stairs and howl. one of them was my sisters nam#as he got older he became more of a baby and so cuddly and calm.#i'm really sad that i didn't get to say goodbye to him or be there when he died but i hope he knew how much i love him
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mattodore · 9 months
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#river dipping#playlist#theodore core#echthroi#oc extras#i've had a really bad day today so obviously my go-to solution for this is to read through theo's questionnaires again#impossible for me to read them w/o crying esp when i get to this question while listening to his playlist...#god... he means the world to me#''the only exception is when he's hurt'' i think i should edit this part to clarify that it has to be..... god. really bad. like horrific.#before he actually goes to matthias outright. most of the time when he's hurt or upset or sick he's not... direct.#instead he seeks matthias out in his head. comforts himself w/ the smell of matthias on his clothes... things he's left in the apartment...#but matthias is always reaching out and trying to check in... and when theo texts back quickly that's when matthias will get this... sense.#and he'll come to theo with his arms open and then theo is breaking down into them. ugh...............#matthias waits on theo a lot because theo doesn't respond quickly and he lets the phone ring and ring before picking up...#theo is just so busy and he has so much going on yk... and matthias has all that free time...... so.#theo getting back to matthias quickly is normally a sign he's not okay....................................... ugh.#i have this like... image in my head of theo on campus just barely holding it together#and then the lecture he's in ends and he stone faces it and walks out... jitters through his hands that he's struggling to hide...#and he's just made it out to the trees when his phone vibrates with a text from matthias#and he grips his phone tighter in his fist and doesn't read it until he gets somewhere more private#and when he checks the message he sends a clipped text in response. maybe only one or two words. something vague.#and that's all it takes for matthias to press call. the only sign he needed.#and at that first ring theo's already dropping to squat down with his chin nearly touching his knees. his bag slipping from his shoulder.#he stares for a beat or two. can't hit answer right away. never can really. and he doesn't even say anything when he picks up.#just. listens to matthias breathe. for a moment they're both quiet. and theo can hear the sound of matthias moving around on the other end#and then matthias uses that gossamer soft tone he takes with him whenever theo's been awake for too long or. god. when theo's been crying.#a simple ''darling...'' and it all just falls apart. and then theo's there crying on campus hiding his face in his knees while matthias#talks all gentle in his ear. talks him through the shakes and the stress... already out the door to go to him... jesus.#god... just... yeah. yeah......#lays down..................... dies. mattodore...................
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alatus-k · 11 months
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the house is definitely feeling like Me™ these days, but it’s so disconcerting when everything suddenly smells like my grandparents. I mean, it’s not surprising, say, when I pull out linens from storage and that’s how they smell, or when I (like last night) turn on the AC for the first time in a bit and the smell of them is again blown through the house. It’s nice? It’s sad? It’s interesting that it’s persisted for a year now? dunno.
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addoration · 1 year
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tagged by @arthurianmotifs tysm friend!
hot or cold shower / texting or calling / earbuds or headphones / paperback or hardcover / matte or gloss / 12 hr clock or 24 hr clock / blue or green / sunsets or sunrises / tulips or orchids / candle light or moonlight / sci-fi or horror / pen or pencil / pandas or koalas / gold or silver / sneakers or boots / denim or leather jacket / pink or purple / chocolate or sour candy / deodorant or perfume / drive-in theater or cinema / pastel blue or earth tones / lemonade or fruit juice / past or future
low pressure tagging @i-was-bored-so-this-happened, @stardustloki, @drewsaturday, @applefiend n anyone else who wants to do it!
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shadeswift99 · 1 year
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for the fic writing ask game, i'd say you're really strong in setting a tone (i.e. if there's a scene with a forced-casual feeling that has undertones of creeping dread, you do an excellent job setting it up and executing it!), and generally creating a compelling story!
Thank you!! Description and the pacing/flow of a scene are two of my most very favourite things to write, I'm glad I pull it off well as well as enjoying doing it
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troublesome-transboy · 11 months
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wonder if Hospital Smell is different with regional differences in cleaning porducts. are there regional differences in cleaning products? hospital hive mind?
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omegamoo · 1 year
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sweater still smells like friend house :)
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tahdashi · 2 years
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i will not let myself die until i drink a glass of ur special chai <3
i will make it w so much love !!!! just for you !!!! sayu & coco chai date when :,(
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elvencantation · 1 year
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ffsg0jo · 2 years
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@avid-idiot
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nessa × atsumu - the cement to his pavement <3
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"love ya with all of ma ass <33 i would say heart, but ma ass bigger 🤑" ~ atsumu
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vampireknitting · 2 years
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If the cramps, nausea and period nonsense is just gonna get worse with the iud is there really a point? Like right before it starts my one ovary just pulses with sharp stabby pain. This wasn’t something before the iud but I fear that the doc is just gonna get bitchy again. I wish I could fight for myself better, but how can you when you’ve all but given up on the system? I’ve never been good at talking to doctors either which only makes it worse. Ugh all so annoying. Especially since every time I consider calling all I can think about was her telling me this was the last option.
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bjurnberg · 5 months
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My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.
Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.
So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”
The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”
So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.
The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.
The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.
This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.
I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.
I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.
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