I've got a lot of life stresses going on atm so I'm really out here daydreaming about mushy nonsense once again. I can't stop.
Thinking about Garte and Sylvie's baby wrapped up in a blanket embroidered with little skuas because he is their symbol of hope. The world can be cold and cruel but he brings them so much joy. And he's proof their relationship survived despite everything.
I'm so hopeful when it comes to these two I swear. Harry gives Garte a chance to make things right and if he takes it, I honestly believe he and Sylvie could find happiness together.
It's not easy hyper-fixating on a rare pair but eh, anything to distract me from the horrors of the real world. I want them to have a nice, relatively peaceful life. They deserve it.
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I need to face the reality and come to terms with the fact that I was wrong. I chose wrong. There is no more perfect for me. There is no relief. There is just coming to face the truth that I chose wrong and now I have to live with it. Too bad.
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should I do art commission work this summer? I've never done it before, but it might be a good way to make extra cash to pay off college.
Does anyone have any advice on how to do it? I will draw things other than sans. I swear.
... unless you want me to draw you kissing hugging sans. I can do that...for free even.
That sounded creepier than I meant.
You know what? Nevermind. I'll just work my 9-5 minimum wage job and just do dumb sans sketches.
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I need sweet, clingy, romantic, can't-get-close-enough, whimpering, please, please, please, soft, slow, yes, just like that, terms of endearment, so good for me, sappy sex rn and I'm not even joking
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nobody in their right mind will let me do this but I want to get in the water and try to mimic orca sounds at orcas in real time. I know I can do whistles and clicks underwater, and I need to see if
a) they would be loud enough for the orca to hear and
b) if it would freak them out
whether or not I get killed in this scenario is irrelevant. I need to see an orca as wigged out as a cat when you meow at it.
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Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
Tired of the pain
Tired of the expectation to be okay
Tired of locking it all in making sure not to crack
Tired of holding myself together
Tired of the calls the blade makes when I'm alone
Tired of trying to be all everyone needs of me
Tired of giving and giving and giving
Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
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i have a bad habit of growing cynical about popular mcyt headcanons bc my instinct goes ''what if the cc sees this all the time and is tired of it or doesnt get it??'' and i need to STOP that !!!!!! yes grian is so bird coded and also a watcher and so is the rest of evo and zedaph is a sheep and impulse is a demon and who cares !!!!! this is for US first and foremost !!! go crazy go stupid go out of ur mind !!!!!!!!!!
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Steve Harrington sucks at kissing.
It’s something everyone in school knows. The King can’t kiss to save his life. He’s motionless, emotionless. It’s like kissing a brick wall.
And yes, he makes up for it in other ways, ways that let all the girls he’s with get past the weird kissing thing. Nancy’s not big on PDA anyway, so minimum kissing is fine with her.
The rumors spread, though. Girls talk to their friends about how they try to “teach” him to kiss, giving him gentle instructions murmured against his lips, to no avail. The movements are flat, jerky, like he’s being puppeted around on marionette strings.
He just can’t do it.
Robin teases him about it exactly once, early on in their Scoops Ahoy careers. But she sees how sad it makes him, sees how he twists the strand of hair by his ear around and around his finger (a nervous habit of his that she learns about much later), and resolves to never talk about it again. If only to get him to stop looking like she dropkicked his puppy into an active volcano.
When Steve starts dating Eddie, they don’t kiss much. Eddie’s not experienced, and he’s also not stupid. He heard the rumors in high school. The last thing he wants is for Steve to be forced into doing something he doesn’t want to do. And it’s really okay. Steve’s good with his hands (like, obscenely good), and he treats Eddie like a person, not a prize or a target. Bar’s low, but Steve’s still hurtling over it.
So it’s about half a month into their relationship when they kiss for the first time.
Eddie graduates, and Steve just gets so excited he yanks Eddie down an empty corridor in the school, picks him up by the waist and spins him around like a Disney princess.
And then he kisses him.
Eddie’s long hair is falling like a curtain around their faces, blocking out the whole world until it’s just them. Steve’s lips are warm, slotted perfectly against Eddie’s own, and his hands are braced around Eddie’s waist. Eddie feels his diploma fall from his hands, and he weaves his hand into Steve’s hair and tilts his head up, kissing him deeper.
Steve breaks away just then. Eddie chases Steve’s mouth with his own on instinct.
“Sorry,” Steve says breathlessly.
“What the hell are you sorry for?” Eddie demands in a harsh whisper. “I thought you were bad at kissing!”
“I am!” Steve says. “I got excited, sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Why not?” Eddie says indignantly. “That was by far the best kiss I have ever had. Did you not like it?”
Steve looks like he’s running on autopilot. “No, it was amazing, I just… everyone says I’m bad at kissing. I didn’t want to make you kiss me.”
Eddie drags him close, slams him against the wall like he did in the boathouse, except this time with significantly more horny undertones. “You should keep that reputation.” Eddie says in a low tone. “I think no one else, but me, gets to know how good of a kisser you are.”
“Works for me,” Steve says, breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips, and that’s all the invitation Eddie needs to dive back in.
They end up scarring Robin when she comes looking for them, but that’s alright.
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