pringles: what is your favorite way to hold hands with someone? (from nessa)
ava thought for a moment, what is her favorite way to hold hands with someone. “i think — i think i like linked fingers, but not super tightly linked. where there’s still room to brush thumbs against knuckles and really feel the way their hand feels in theirs.”
with this week being pride week, we thought it would be appropriate to have meme monday be pride themed !! all the questions will relate to pride, but there's a variety of general questions in there, too. there’s a mix of all kinds of memes to keep it fun && fresh. whether you wanna use ours or not is totally up to you, but hopefully that’ll help keep memes from burning out in inboxes !! if you’re using our memes that we curated for you this week, just reblog this masterlist and people will know to send asks to you from these memes. if you choose to go with other memes, be sure to only reblog one or two so we don’t overwhelm the dash !! if you reblog the meme masterlist, you absolutely need to be fully participating. you cannot just expect people to fill your inbox, you need to be sending them out, too !! just remember to have fun with it && try to develop your characters !!
PRIDE MONTH ASK MEME -- a list of questions for your muse to answer.
ASKS FOR PRIDE MONTH BAYBIES! – pride month asks!
PRIDE MONTH QUESTIONNAIRE – pride questionnaire!
GAY ASK GAME – some more questions!
SEND 🌈 FOR OUR MUSES TO MEET AT PRIDE – drop a rainbow in my inbox for our muses to meet at pride!
GAY/LESBIAN ASK GAME -- rules: send an emoji for each question!
TO THOSE WE LOVE, PROMPTS FROM PINTEREST -- longing / endearing one liners as taken from the website pinterest. customize as you wish!
SNACK ASKS -- snack-themed asks for the gays.
HEADCANON ASKS -- the excessively detailed headcanon tumblr meme. send me some numbers and a character name and I will tell you...
SEND ME A 🏳️🌈 AND I'LL REPLY WITH SEXUALITY/GENDER HEADCANONS!
as always, you can send in your meme suggestions through the memes channel on discord or in our DMs here !!
ava’s outfit ;; goin to marley & dawns graduation party
ava never misses an opportunity to play dress up, and this was no exception. with a bandanna around her neck, a cute graphic tee and a glamorous country style belt, she’s ready to go. she’s hoping to hang out with her friends, avoid anyone with too much liquor in their system, and have a good night!
today started with a nightmare.
jolting awake in fear from your calloused hands tight around my wrist.
my arm.
my throat.
the feeling was so familiar; you screamed in my face that i am worthless, that i am nothing and that you are everything.
every bruising move you make against my body is deserved. every dig of your finger nails into my shoulder is to be taken without cries out in pain. every slap or shove is to teach me a lesson.
i woke up with tears streaming down my face. i woke up sweating and feeling out of breath, like your imaginary hands had physically taken the air out of my lungs.
i woke up being thankful that celeste had slept in her husbands room.
it was 4 am and i didn’t go back to sleep.
today continued with thoughts of you clouding my brain. i folded linens and remembered you the way your hands on my ribs spelled out how you never loved me. i vacuumed and thought of the amount of times your snake ring sliced my cheek open. i cleaned every mirror and window on the third floor and wished i had been smart enough to stop loving you.
you put me through hell and the blistering flames of hating myself that came with it but despite all of that and the long list of ways you made me suffer; i loved you with everything i had left in me.
i needed someone to help me after my parents died. there were bits that had to be put back together to make me whole again and i gave them to you without question because of a few kind words and moments that made me feel something more than just sad. i was chipping at the edges like fine china and you managed to shatter me into pieces i didn’t even think i had.
my skin is stained with invisible bruises where your hands used to paint me purple. a scar on my cheek will forever be a reminder of the day your car didn’t start.
every bad day i have will always go back to you. everything will always go back to you. happy moments are laced with sadness because my brain is conditioned to tell me i don’t deserve it. confident moments are shoved down because i don’t know how to tell myself i’m worth it when i’ve had your words in my head before. memories are painful and scary. nightmares come more times a week than i’d like to admit.
today started with a nightmare, and you lived rent free in my head all day because of it.
today will end with hot tears staining my pillowcase. crying into the darkness of my hotel suite bedroom and wishing i could feel more than the shell of the person you molded me into.
i used to make promises to myself that we were going to be okay, that i’d fix you, — fix us, now the only promise i make to myself is that one day i’ll be whole again.
i want days where you don’t take up my mind, but until then all that i can say is that i don’t love you anymore,