#ok no body touch me

[verxsyon]

royal au hsr. dan heng il x royalty!gn!reader.

¡ contains leaks, nothing too major dw !

dh il’s voice line about vidyadhara customs is making me ill - the vidyadhara put their hand on someone’s forehead to greet them. ik it's a greeting, but hear me out here: it's like a sign of familiarity, like you gained trust from someone such as dh il.

ok ok, so reader sneaks out of the castle when they were younger and found a wounded dragon. after the dragon was taken care of, he touched their forehead to thank them. years later, dh il saves reader from monsters at their castle but he's in his il form and reader's like "are you gonna kill me too?" and he touched their forehead and said "it's you." I'M LOSING MY SHIT BYE—

#✦ .concepts #:･ﾟ.honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng x reader #imbibitor lunae x reader #ok other idea hear me out #listen listen listen #il haku core #that one scene in spirited away #where haku got injured he crashed through a window #so apparently reptiles purr #alright dragons purr #when they're happy #il's very happy to see reader again #so he purrs when they touch him #v normal abt this #no sane bone in my body left

[astrobei]

Something’s wrong.

It’s a quiet afternoon in Will’s room. Mike is here, and this simple fact should be taking precedence over all else. It would be, on any other day — a day where it wasn’t off-puttingly quiet outside. On any other day, it would be all he could focus on.

Not that it’s not important. Mike is here, sprawled haphazardly across him, limbs akimbo like he couldn’t even be bothered to right himself before the need to bodily press every square inch of himself up against Will’s torso suddenly overtook him. It’s endearing, is what it is, even though Mike’s feet are dangling off the side of Will’s bed — they’re getting too tall to be able to lie down like this, side by side and taking up all the room they could possibly want. He’s got his cheek pressed up against Will’s sternum, arms wrapped so tight around Will’s stomach and lower back that it’s bordering on uncomfortable.

Endearing. It’s endearing, the need for proximity. The need for closeness, for touch, for reassurance. Mike wasn’t like this before. Not to this degree, at least. Will pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but the façade hadn’t even lasted a day before he cracked. He needs it too, and they both know it — the rhythmic push and pull of Mike’s breathing. Feeling Mike’s heart beat steadily against his own, separated by a meager few inches of blood and muscle and bone. The kinesthetic weight of a body against his own, grounding him on his off days — days where his pulse is perpetually panicked and off-kilter, threatening to fly away entirely, rendered unsuccessful only by the shape of Mike’s shoulder blades under his palm. The cotton of his flannel button-down, worn soft with use.

Grounding things. Real things. Safe things.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Mike’s foot twitches, suddenly and gently against where it’s pressed up against the line of Will’s calf.

It’s a quiet afternoon, and Will feels off, down to his bones.

Mike might be falling asleep.

Will smiles, hides it in the soft curtain of Mike’s hair where it’s brushing over his neck. Cups a hand around the back of his head and wraps his other arm around his shoulder — tighter, tighter, like Mike might just get up and walk away if he doesn’t. For all his pretending, Will is like this too, now: desperate, a little needy, selfish in small, ordinary ways. Too quick to worry when a call goes unanswered. Too quick to fuss over cuts and scrapes and bruises. He hugs too tight and he kisses too hard and he gets unsettled by quiet, calm afternoons.

He wasn’t ever like that before.

Mike twitches again — so delicately that it’s almost like an afterthought — then his arms tighten around Will’s midriff.

That feels intentional. Even if it hadn’t been. Things with Mike feel intentional. Purposeful.

Even if he is — you know. Asleep, a little.

Will’s room is comfortably warm; the late summer sun has been hiding lately, and the sky isn’t blue, exactly but at least it’s not red anymore — dark and rolling and angry. It’s still, and it’s quiet, and it’s peaceful for the first time in a long time — a long time—

—and still, something’s wrong.

“Will?”

Mike shifts, just slightly, just enough to lean his head against Will’s collarbone and look up at him. He catches the edge of Mike’s expression like it’s a secret, a glimpse of wide eyes, a little confused.

Will peers down at him. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” Mike says, even as he blinks heavily. He rolls out his ankle, bumps it against Will’s and keeps it there, stretches long and languid, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Will says. If Mike stays like this, if he doesn’t look up any farther, maybe he can get away with it.

Mike doesn’t sound convinced. “You sure?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and pushing himself up, just enough to be able to look at Will better. “You seemed…”

He trails off. Will tucks a stray strand of hair back behind Mike’s ear, from where it had been falling loose and down into his eyes. “I’m sure,” he murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

“You were,” Will laughs. “You were twitching. Like a cat.”

“I don’t twitch,” Mike insists, then pauses. “Do I?”

“Sometimes,” Will admits, then presses a kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “When you’re really tired. I think it’s cute.”

“Stop,” Mike mumbles, but he lowers his head back to Will’s chest. “So mean to me.”

“I called you cute!”

“Mean,” Mike says, sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep already as he snakes an arm back around Will’s chest, hand resting lightly on the side of his throat, just over his jaw. He tangles their legs together, the sheets going wrinkled and bunched up under them. “So mean.”

Will smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers. He glances down at the mess of black hair in front of his face, runs a careful hand through it. Again, and again, and again. Mike makes a small noise, content and pleased, and presses in closer, like he’s trying to vanquish whatever minute semblance of space might have been left between them. “I won’t be mean again.”

It’s a joke, obviously. Still, Will traces apologetic circles into Mike’s back, into the gentle dip between his shoulders. He maps out the planes there, tries to commit them to memory by touch alone, the way he can feel Mike breathe in — slow, hesitant — and then out again — faster, like he’s collapsing back into Will’s body.

The circles give way to shapes, any that Will can think of. Then lines, curved and looping around his shoulder blades, his upper arms. He trails fingers up the back of Mike’s neck, where the cotton of his shirt gives way to a more organic warmth, and scrapes his fingernails lightly against the skin there. Drops another delicate kiss to the sliver of Mike’s forehead where his hair is parted as it falls around his face.

Mike lets out another pleased noise, half-coherent and probably involuntary, and his hand twitches lightly on Will’s jaw. Will bites back a smile, and stares straight up at the ceiling.

Will was never good at this before either — taking the things he wants. Letting himself have things he wants. Something is turning over in his gut, warm and viscous and slow, with each moment of touch he lets himself have, in this newfound, selfish way — through Mike’s hair, down his arms and back up again. Over his back, his shoulders, trailing fingers up his cheeks. He rubs circles into Mike’s temples, watches his brows unfurrow — for once in his life — and his expression go slack with contentment. He wants to touch the corners of Mike’s mouth too, where they’ve turned downwards, vulnerable, half-pressed into Will’s shirt.

He does. He can.

It’s a novel thing, for him, having someone be this close. Having someone be this close just because they want to be, because they trust you.

Will doesn’t know what to make of that. He’s never felt this before, the urge to hold someone so close that all the bad things go away. The urge to touch, the urge to lie here until entropy takes them.

There are no bad things anymore, though. It’s a quiet afternoon, and it’s calm, and it’s peaceful, and—

Will stops.

His hand stills on Mike’s back.

Oh, he thinks, still looking up at the ceiling. Oh.

“Will?” Mike stirs again, and he’d definitely been right on the precipice of sleep this time, judging by the way his voice is dragging on the single syllable. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers, a little incredulously, as realization dawns upon him. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry too, a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”

Mike taps a slow finger against Will’s cheek and peers carefully up at him. “What is it?

“I,” Will starts, then stops. He’ll sound ridiculous if he says it. Ridiculous and pathetic and— “Nothing,” he says anyway, despite every molecule of better judgment in his body. “I’m just— I’m happy.”

Mike pauses. “Oh,” he says simply, cheek still pressed to Will’s chest. He sounds a little caught off-guard, in a good way. “I— that’s good. That you’re happy.”

The weird feeling in Will’s gut bubbles up, up, and over. “Yeah,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice even. “I am. You make me happy.”

At this, Mike looks up. His expression is a bit startled, like a deer in headlights. “What?”

Oh, god. Will swallows. He looks back up. “I just,” he says, “I’ve never— I’m happy. And I don’t know when— I don’t know if I’ve ever. Been this happy before, I mean. Before everything. Before—”

You, he thinks. He doesn’t say it, but it goes implied.

Mike is silent.

The weird feeling starts settling back into Will’s stomach, slow and steady like molasses. Shit. That was, objectively, probably a weird thing to say. It was, right?

Oh, god.

Will blinks, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, and keeps his stare fixed on the ceiling.

“Will,” Mike says at last, from somewhere below him. He lifts his head off of Will’s chest, tufts of black hair swimming into view. “Can you— can you look at me, please?”

Oh, god.

Will looks down. “Yeah?”

Mike looks— wondrous, maybe, which is a bit dramatic, but it’s true. “Really?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound freaked out or anything, which is a good sign, but— “I do?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers. “You do. Like, really happy.”

Happy seems a bit diminutive, if Will’s being honest. Whatever this feeling is runs much deeper than that — past contentment and comfort and satisfaction. Ease, maybe. Safety would be closer.

He doesn’t say any of that.

Mike’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink. He splays his palm across Will’s cheek and asks, in mild disbelief, “Is that what was bothering you?”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Will says quietly, tugging at Mike’s wrist and sitting up, just slightly, leaning back against one elbow. “I’m fine.”

“You weren’t,” Mike says simply, and lets himself be moved. “I could tell. I just— I thought it was something, you know. Worse.”

“What?” Will laughs, and Mike’s expression softens in relief. “Like what?”

“I don’t know!” Mike exclaims, but he’s smiling too. “I just— I could tell, and I didn’t— I don’t know. Never mind.”

Will pushes a strand of hair behind Mike’s ear again, the same one that had been falling back out the entire time they’d been lying together. “I’m sorry if you worried,” he says quietly. “I just— I didn’t know what it was. I’ve never been this happy before.”

“Will,” Mike starts, expression earnest and searching. He opens his mouth and closes it again.

“Sorry,” Will adds, for good measure. Maybe Mike is, like, totally freaked out. “No pressure, or anything.”

“Don’t apologize,” Mike says immediately, frowning. “Never apologize. I just— I’m happy too. You make me happy. Really happy.”

“Well that’s good,” Will jokes, but it comes out halfhearted. “I should hope I’m not making you sad.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Will.”

“Sorry,” he says on instinct, then immediately bites down on his lower lip. “I mean. Yes. Yeah.”

Mike gives him a look, exasperated and a little fond. “I mean,” he says, then leans forward, all the way back into Will’s space, “you make me happy too. I don’t know when I’ve been— me too, I mean. Me too.”

“Oh,” Will breathes out, in awe, a little bit, of a lot of things — the deepening flush across Mike’s cheek, the ease with which the admission comes tumbling out of his mouth. The simple reciprocity of it bowls him over, like maybe Mike thinks about this, when Will doesn’t know — just how happy Will makes him. “Okay.”

Mike eyes dart between his own. “That all you have to say?” he teases. “Okay?”

“What else do you want me to say?” Will asks, teasing back, a little, but also asking a little truthfully. He’s not the greatest with words, but he’s also not stupid — he understands the implications, here, of what it means to feel so happy around someone that it feels like you’re admitting to something bigger by just saying it. He knows what he’s implying, and he knows Mike is picking up on it, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words — the way his soul feels like it’s stilled inside of him, somewhere, no longer restless or jittery or perpetually keyed up.

He wonders if Mike feels like that too.

The thought, suddenly, is too much.

“Nothing,” Mike says, after a moment. He pauses, then presses a fleeting kiss to Will’s cheek. “Nothing.”

“Mike,” Will says, suddenly, then grabs a hold of Mike’s wrist again. “I— you know that I—”

He feels overwhelmed, a little frantic. He’s sure it’s coming through in his voice. The rest of the sentence hangs there, suspended in midair between the two of them.

Love you, Will thinks. I love you. I love you.

He needs Mike to know.

Mike can’t ever know.

He looks away again, like maybe Mike will be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at him.

“Yeah,” Mike is saying. “It’s okay, Will. I know. Me too. Obviously.”

Will relaxes. Thank god for plausible deniability. “Okay,” he says instead, feeling a smile split wide and exhilarated across his face. He feels like he just ran a marathon, and it isn’t until he lies back down that he feels it. The adrenaline, sweet and thick and palpable in his veins. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Mike echoes, then settles back down on top of him. “Yeah. Cool.”

Will tucks his chin over the top of Mike’s head, running a soothing hand over Mike’s hair. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure Mike is able to tell. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly. Mike lets out a noise that might be a laugh, and tucks his face into Will’s neck.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Everything feels perfectly right.

#i don’t know what this is #i’ve just had a Week #and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me #w their body weight like a weighted blanket #bc my weighted blanket is not cutting it rn i need More #anyways. i hope u enjoy this stream of consciousness #i am so touch starved and i’m being so fr someone better do something about that bc #my ex is coming back to town in 3 weeks and if i don’t get a hug before then i will literally text him #jk i won’t but. u know #LOL #n e ways #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #fun sized fics #fic #etc #ok back to studying Bye

[herefortheships]

Buffy has totally ruined me for any other show. Because in Buffy there are consequences to things. And I feel like few shows actually give the characters lasting, realistic consequences to things that they have to deal with. It's all a rush to solve everything before they have to move on to the next season's plot.

In Buffy, for example, when Willow went Dark Witch and almost killed everyone and destroyed everything, she had to deal with the consequences next season. Her character is affected in a very tangible way by what happened. And so are all the other characters around her, with regards to her. And they all have to get used to each other again and work through it. The show dedicates time to deal with what happened and for the characters to get through it. Because it matters! It matters to the character arcs, to the story, and to the viewers! We WANT to see the consequences and the aftermath and how characters are dealing with things! Not only because that's where the "juice" is in the show, but also because it helps us deal with our own shit in some way. Like, it's cathartic, I guess.

We want to see the aftermath, because it was a very dramatic, huge thing that happened and we want to see the characters recovering from it; we don't want the show to skip over it.

Then there are other shows where the characters deal with massive, insanely dark things, and then next season they're totally over it because that's last season's plot... It's like they can't "dwell" on last season's plot except for a throwaway line or two because they have to move on to the next big bad...

No! I want to see how it affected the characters!! Don't you see that's where the juice is?? I WANT to see how the characters are dealing and getting through what happened! I want to see consequences and how characters heal!! I want to see them changed by their experiences for better or worse.

Yeah. Buffy totally made me expect other shows to give that kind of attention to detail to their characters and their personal arcs.

#I am specifically looking at Teen Wolf with Stiles and the Nogitsune aka Void Stiles arc #PLease let me see the juice of how that affected him!!! #He's totally over it on season 4 like it didn't freaking happen lol #then season 5 he accidentally kills someone on self-defense and sort of spirals but... it's all ok??? #And so he spiraled with killing one man accidentally but didn't spiral in season 4 with the memory of all the people the Nogitsune killed #using his body? #which Stiles must remember doing with his hands because he admitted remembering twisting the sword into Scott #I needed MORE of that storyline #please tell me season 6 will briefly touch on it... ugh #btvs #shows #writing

[theboarsbride]

toying with the idea of a lobster-themed siren character?????? ☝🤨🤔hmmm......

#ok gotta be real yall #had A Dream™☝🥴 that featured stellen skarsgard as bootstrap bill from the POTC movies last night and I was there #but I was a weird arachnid crustacean lady #like #spidery legs with crustacean body?????? but also human torso??? #it was very weird! #gave me lobster vibes #and I've been doodling the design all day to find a way to properly doodle it #and #yeah #this is what i've been thinking about today lol #mmmmm....Stellan mmmm....... #old man.... <333 #might doink around with this in Mermay idk #I've also been wanting to create a sphinx character but no ideas no story...won't touch that for A WHILE

[wouteke]

#mathieu van der poel #wout van aert #So much. To say about this i cant even caption it because im going crazy #First of all matje little shoulders walking in. awesome. touching his own ass as an idle animation. my favorite. wout ALSO doing this #right after he does? ok. also them walking up the stairs... why do i go so crazy over walking #the MAIN attraction of this video of course being matje growling. HELLOOO BABYBYYY???? #All of his little faces i could actually die... What are you doing. also is it just me or did wout look kind of miserable today #even mathieu didnt look so excited but thats more normal #ALSO MATJE STUPID SITTING DOWN. AND THE BODY. AND ONCE AGAIN CANI JUST POINT OUT THE FACES #anyway how do i get one of those duck.s

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

The most beautiful man has the most insane cock. After all he is definitely not the largest. Nor is he the thickest but he is by far one of the prettiest. And he knows just how to use it, to make you really feel every inch of him.

His long red hair tickles your face as he gently thrusts his length into you giving you that delicious stretch that has you feeling a rush of bubbly soft warmth. He knows just how to kiss your face down to the valley of your breasts to make you wriggle with the anticipation of what he may do next. A nip here, a suck there...

Rin Matsuoka lives to serve his princess.

#anonimusunnoan #anonimuswritings #fanfiction #fanfic #free smut #smut #rin matsuoka #rin matsuoka my beloved #free! rin #free! #this man owns my body #he can choke me without even touching... #goodbye. #yeah i know its been a while leave me alone #im trying ok #i love yall. #pls read #sebastian who?

[thebarkpaladin]

learning :)

#he did very good and didn't bark inside this time #he did really want to say hi to everyone though #still trying to teach him that saying hi means people touching you #which he thinks is stupid #he just wants to shake them down for snacks and move on #no touching allowed just let me parkour off your body and give me snacks!!!!! #ok youre boring next person please!!! #dogblr #puppy #dog #belgian tervuren #velocirapterv

[sickgraymeat]

I love how two of the best lines in all of AT (“Finn this is literally serious” and “see this is a good example of why I want to kill you”) are in the same episode

#adventure time #dentist #is that what the episode is called I can’t remember #princess bubblegum #Tiffany oiler #Finn the human #finn mertens #bonnibel bubblegum #jus talkin #I’m at work and I have to pee so fucking bad but this baby never stays asleep when. I put her down 😭😭😭😭 #also my body is so mad at me rn so just like. sitting. nerve pain :( I can’t sit right in this chair when I’m holding her #I need to go back to PT but I don’t want ppl to touch me ://///// #love you baby please wake up #but like in an ok enough mood that I can put you down once you adjust to being conscious #that tag before that one reads like my wife is in a coma lol #I hope I quoted those right #this was in my drafts #(I’m a nanny) #I have a terrible cavity rn I can’t stop thinking ‘this is literally serious’ at myself

[nailgunstigmata]

idk if they will but if they make even one throwaway line about dennis‘ eating disorder in the chuck e cheese ep i will tear out all my eyelashes….idk his relationship to food and specifically fast food is sooo interesting to me and i could literally just look up at the ceiling and ramble about it for hours and like. one tiny line. just one throwaway joke. if he says the words carbs or grease or fat i will scream so loud it punctures the eardrums of everyone in the vicinity. i keep having horrifying visions of seeing everyone casually eating pizza at some point in the ep except for dennis and its not brought up but just something i have to go crazy over. idk

#cw ed #cw ed mention #idk ive just been thinking sooo much about it like??????? #ed getting worse as u age because its the one certain thing about ur body u can control…..godddddd #yeah sorry the chuck e cheese robot fucking fic has me thinking about his ed. yeah sorry #im not projecting here ok i know my good friend dennis reynolds would HATE family restaurants #like loud noise screaming children children in general and no safe foods everywhere?? sorry but i know his ass is cooked #and it might be something they touch on in the ep but idc. deep in my soul i know he would hate it there #dennis the kind of guy to go yeah i have already eaten

[fearandhatred]

i'm never getting over this mf 👇 like it's so serious

#fearandhatred #my heart my hips my body my love tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch etc. #he's so tall 🤪 and handsome as hell 💃 he's so bad 😝 but he does it so well 😵 #i'm so crazy about him bro. i'm so insane over him #giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair as we speak #literally this close to writing poetry about him the likes of which shakespeare has never seen #i'm gonna pass out i need him so bad actually #i'm so ill. i'll so ill i'm so ill #ok i'm fine #good omens #crowley #ginger crowley #*heavy breathing* #ok i'm fine.

[nudibutch]

okay real talk. for those into any form of pain play and/or impact play? how do you distinguish between like. wanting it because you Want it vs. wanting it because you feel like either 1. you genuinely deserve it (punishment or the best youll get) or 2. its the best you have to offer your partner?

#i was just really thinking about this last night and.... #there are some levels of pain that i really do genuinely enjoy and i know arent associated with what im asking #a good example is scratching or biting #but there are occasionally more intense things i fantasize about like being restrained and hit with an implement and at first im like #yeah thats hot #but then im not really sure if im wanting it in the same This Is Pleasurable way or if im wanting it in the #This Is The Best You Can Really Get or #in my case being stone like #it occurred to me that pain is 1. a cleaner/more distinct signal to me. nervous system wise #cause of dysphoria and whatever fucking else is going on with my body a lot of pleasure just gets lost in translation #but pain is like ok point of contact direct to brain #and also like. i would express more. outwardly. obviously. with pain #and i dont know if me wanting that is my brain trying to say #well if you cant really give your partner an expression of pleasure #your dick is fake you cant feel that very well and otherwise touches are very hard to translate to arousal #then the better you Can give them is. your pain #and idk if im overthinking it or what or if like #my brain is saying oh well if you cant feel it tender even though you want to you Want to feel it tender #guess youll have to feel it rough instead #which im not sure i.... like #anyway. if you made it this far. thanks for reading HAJDKGKH #my inbox is open if u have comments suggestions insight etc. #slug.personal

[ghstslut]

idk i feel like someone rq'd tights pics recently oops! here u go!

#i wore tights to work today so i figured may as well while I'm getting changed!! #lol i want them off my body tho i am tired of feeling them touching me #me #bi girls #cute girls #soft girls #babygirl #curvy girls #baby #cute #brat #ok to rb

[silenthillbunni]

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#it's so hard bc.... idk i just.. i have never allowed myself to want physical touch and things like that #and there is only one person i want to touch me #but there are things in the way. walls. walls for different reasons #and it just hurts. to ache for it. to ache for someone's touch u dont know if u can have #i have never wanted it from anyone like this. and idk if someone else will ever make me feel this way #and yet again i feel so pathetic bc who else is like this? i feel so isolated bc im.. not normal #and it's like. even more lonely bc can i even tell them. i dont think it would be ok for me to say it #i want my body to stop aching for it to feel phantom touches bc it hurts too much to not know if i ever even will be able to feel them #and it hurts feeling like my body will always only be an isolated island. forever. until im covered in dirt and eaten by the maggots.

[xluxsolarisx]

brings you to the lavender farm¹ that the bear² is from and takes you through the fields looking at all the different types of lavender before having some lunch at the farm cafe and getting you some lavender ice cream to try out (i'm sure you're interested by the sound of it and yes it is pretty good^^) and then takes you to the gift shop for you to look through at anything else you might like so i can get it for you:> and just has a lovely day together:3

1. https://lyndochlavenderfarm.com.au/

2. https://lyndochlavenderfarm.com.au/products/lavender-bear?_pos=1&_sid=90127ddf4&_ss=r

uhm, yeah <3

:O a fun outing!!!!! there are so many cool different types of lavender i never knew... and not all of them are purple! i only thought lavender came in. well. lavender so seeing different colors is really cool...i especially like the hidcote pink and munstead, very pretty! i am running through the fields and picking flowers if they would let me pick flowers if they don't i am admiring their beauty without taking anything ^^ you're right actually i would love to try lavender ice cream! and i also wanna try lavender honey and lavender jam, they sound very floral and sweet, very nice c: i should find some for myself soon in like a farmers market or something i wanna try it irl... hmmm....from the gift shop i would like the lavender body mists, incense, lip balm, & bath salts. ok maybe not the bath salts actually ^^' i don't trust myself not to eat them. vietnam flashbacks. and also the lavender sleep pillow for the same reason i'd like the plushie (seems cuddly and would help me sleep) and finally maybe some lavender seeds so i could grow my own lavender! thank you for taking me this day was so fun, at the end of the day i reveal i have taken some lavender flowers and weaved them into a flower crown for you and i put it on your head. i love you. i also took the plushie and she had so much fun, here are two pictures i drew of her enjoying the day out ^^

she is laying in the grass and also sitting next to lavender flowers because i couldn't decide which drawing i liked better. ignore the way her palms are open magnanimously like jesus christ or jerry seinfeld i wanted to show her beans. also ignore the way her nose is white in the grass drawing i forgot to color it in. just imagine she ate a powdered donut filled with lavender jelly, okay? thank you again, this was really fun! bye bye 💖💖💖

#the thought of this made me very happy ^^ what if life could be dream... #only thing is i can't actually get the bear plushie because they don't ship to the us. hell world. #anyway i have been trying to learn how to draw lately! #it's slow going because between family and friends and college and other hobbies (like chess and baking and gardening) and The Horrors #i don't have a lot of time to practice #so i'm not very good yet but that's okay because i'm having fun and i'm allowed to be bad at things #so far i can draw. #BUNNY! KITTY! SHEEPY! #THE FACE (AND NOTHING ELSE! JUST THE FACE!) OF A MELANCHOLY WOMAN WITH HEAVILY LIDDED EYES #AND WINGED EYELINER AND LIPSTICK AND BRAIDS! #TEDDY BEAR! CREEPY SMILE! BREASTS! and that's it ^^ #i want to try my hand at fanart someday maybe... #for now i've set a goal that i need to get better at drawing bodies and hands and generally conveying motion. #like looking to the side and different poses. and HAND POSES ugh i'm so bad at hand poses. #i do most of my work on pencil and paper but i should get some kinda drawing app soon... #only thing is i don't have a tablet and i know in my heart i cannot draw with a mouse on a computer. i just Can't. #i mean i guess i DO have a laptop but it doesn't have a touch screen... #so digital is kinda off the table for now unless i'm drawing with my phone (like the teddy bear drawing) #i'm rambling. ok so thank you!! the mental image of this was very pleasing to me. #you're very nice. have a nice day!!! you deserve it. bye bye <3 #fortunes told (asks)

[aussie-bookworm]

I forget other people on the internet aren’t as friendly with the block button as the people on Tumblr

I legit was playing one of those social games apps and this guy was annoying me with messages and constant friend requests so I blocked him and apparently he held a fucking grudge about it because over a month later he got his friend who I hadn’t blocked to harass me about it, just swearing and calling me slurs.

One of the messages before I blocked the second guy was “do you think you’re somebody to ignore friend requests and messages?”

Like no. I saw an annoying guy with bad vibes and blocked them. Simple. Who tf do you think you are carrying on like this after I blocked someone?

#itsallmine #you’re free to rb if you want but I don’t know why you’d want to lmao #I did block the second guy and report them both but idk how good the mod team is on this one app #but like jfc #chill it is a Game #I also love the fact is after they called me the r slur they said I was ‘no fucking body’ #and I’m just sitting here like ‘that was by design but ok’ #I don’t say this normally but please actually touch grass you rando

[thatrandombystander]

Just got back from watching a production of Les Mis and yeah man to love another person really is to see the face of God 😭😭😭

#my favourite musical. last time i saw it was in..... 2015? around there #i have... some criticisms for this production but it made me cry a lot and left me dehydrated so it's still a win! #les mis #ramblings of a bystander #ok but seriously who decided to cast what looked like two south east asian sisters as child cosette and child eponine #and then adult eponine was also south east asian but cosette was NOT and was a full white woman #bizarre choice. we have so many characters to keep track of you should not be confusing my ability to follow them #a bit TOO many extras and too much activity on stage during sort of ensemble scenes #that made it a bit difficult to locate who was actually speaking/singing a couple times #javert was just a touch too stiff in his body language. actually a few missed body language opportunities #that would have helped clarify what was happening I'm just lucky to really know it all already #REALLY didn't like fantine's characterisation and delivery on a few lines but otherwise she was fine #also i can't believe enjolras first appeared on stage NOT wearing red and then had a costume change for the les amis cafe meetup #just put him in red straight away? why did grantaire also have a costume change to completely different color scheme at one point. #...it WAS a good production I'm just nitpicking. because it's my fave so i have OPINIONS #jean valjean was fantastic! #anyway. I'm gonna make myself some dinner now. and then see what I've missed