strawberry shortcake ♡

penned by berry

[bcrrycakes]

strawberry shortcake ♡ ⏤ berry. 30+. they/them. semi-selective. multi-muse.

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[featurings]

garland chuckles, nodding his head as he listens to the other. "i'm sure you're making it as interesting as you can," he states. "if they're not that interested though, i'll listen to you talk to formulas all you want. i might not actually fully know what's going on, but i'll do my best, promise," he says, a smile lingering against his lips. garland wasn't much of a math person, besides for the math used in cooking and baking. but, everything had their thing, right? "you deserve it," he says softly. he picks up a dish, before he's dishing it up onto dami's plate. "i think it's best to start with this one, always better when it's hot."

[bcrrycakes]

he shrugs, waves the comment away, “i’m trying, all i can do.” dami can’t create passion where there isn’t any, but he can’t deny it’s a great feeling when something clicks and they understand what he’s saying. “i don’t know about that, but i appreciate the spread,” and because he’s not sure he’ll ever get used to something like this, he smiles, jokes, “but we could have made this like, a weekly thing. didn’t have to go out of your way to do it all in one day.” it’s not easy for him, being the center of someone’s attention. being the one attended to. still, he tries to just be normal as he takes a bite, groaning, “what am i doing wrong when i make this that it doesn’t taste like this?”

[featurings]

he couldn't help but to laugh a bit, nodding his head. "cute," he can't help but to say. "yeah, i'm working," dino says. "but, my parents own the place and i'm a manager, so i couldn't actually get in trouble," he states. "plus, they'll be fine without me for a little while and realistically, my shift is basically almost over," dino explains, giving a firm nod.

[bcrrycakes]

a part of him doesn’t know how to react. he can’t say that anyone has ever been so willing to drop everything for his time and attention before. and while he maybe doesn’t want dino to make a habit of it, he doesn’t entirely hate the feeling. “just promise me your parents won’t totally hate me for stealing you away,” he grins, pushing his stool back, “where are you taking me?”

[quantumshade]

everyone be quiet. marsha with her snoopy.

[gcldenn]

".....right." the tone in lexi's voice hits andy in the chest like a shotgun blast. like the sound of "we don't know if there's brain damage" like the image of her girlfriend's body tied to tubes and wires and machines that have always been reserved for strangers and not the people she loves. the person she loves. the only person. a whole empty fucking world and andy morales has managed to give her heart to exactly one person with any genuine vulnerability and now that one person -- it's like a cosmic prank. the gods are laughing. Lexi's tone that's reserved for when a stranger pisses her off at the bar or she looses patience at the grocery store comes out straight at her, like they're strangers too. andy tries to breathe. she tries to take a second to not react, to not insist, to not burst into fucking tears in Lexi's living room. the last thing she wants is to make her feel like shit for something she can't control, that isn't her fault. "i'm sorry," andy gently lifts her hands at her side, flat palms, a surrender, or a cautious neighbor approaching a terrified cat. "i know... this is hard for you. the last thing I want to do is intrude. or.. make you feel--" loved. safe. cared for. "suffocated.. by a bunch of stuff you don't know and a person you don't know." she's talking too much again. always. andy's never been good at keeping it back. "i can go. i'll go. if you want to be alone i can go, Lexi. but will you at least... text me. if something -- if you need someone."

[bcrrycakes]

she watches this stranger's face fall and something twists and settles in the pit of her stomach. it feels something like guilt, with a mix of something else she can't quite decipher. lexi hates that she feels any amount of guilt or responsibility for other people's feelings when her entire life has been robbed from her. when her entire world since opening her eyes in a too-bright room with too-little color and too many sounds has been nothing but an onslaught of emotions and confusion. but what she hates most is how fragile those around her are making her feel. like one little misstep and she'll break. everyone was hovering, whispering, speaking for her like they knew what was best ⏤ because how could she speak for herself when she doesn't remember? it pisses her off in ways she doesn't know how to describe ⏤ being treated like she's incapable of taking care of herself. that no one has asked her what she wants or what she needs. "but that's it, isn't it? no one seems to care about that bit, how i feel," it just comes rushing out in a way that has lexi wondering if all of this anger is really directed at andy or if she's just there and it's convenient, "everyone keeps fucking telling me what i need and what i should do and what i shouldn't, and then whispering behind my back like i'm some little porcelain doll. you don't want me to feel suffocated, well too fucking late." months of her life had been planned out before she even left the hospital. er follow ups and primary visits and neurology referrals and orthopedic visits and psychiatrist and therapy appointments. her calendar app was lit up like a christmas tree. no more than a handful of days between appointments for the rest of the year. "i just want someone to ask me what i want before making the choice for me."

[bcrrycakes]

i did all of my drafts gonna go lay down for 10,000 years

[dcydrecmings]

"in my defense... i'm not a massive fan of chicken nuggets, so i have a reason to not know they sell them." his tone much lighter now, that it seemed as though eddie's move was improving. he'd still feel a little guilty over how the night had gone, but so long as he could end on a semi-high note, it wouldn't be all bad. "only maybe? ouch." furrowing his brow slightly in faux hurt, he nodded. "yeah, i'm ready." pulling out his phone so that it could pick the quickest route for them. "if we have time to kill on the walk... what's the best or weirdest thing that's happened to you lately?"

[bcrrycakes]

eddie feigns offense, hand flying up to their chest, gasping dramatically. "who doesn't like chicken nuggets?" he shakes his head, "we can't be friends anymore, i'm sorry." it feels like a bad time to admit that a large part of his diet consists of chicken nuggets and boxed mac and cheese. occasionally he'll add some steamed broccoli to the mix to add a little green to his plate, but their palette was not unlike most of the kids they worked with. eddie will happily blame it on money. it's at least partially true. "yeah, maybe," it's hard to keep the bite from their tone. to remember that it's not really gabriel's fault. "not like you can come out here to nowhere on a whim to run around a cemetery with me." it's hard not to feel bitter about it, though, as happy as he is for gabriel. "dude, i work with three-year-olds," they let out a laugh, nearly snorting, "every day of my life is weird."

[floralglows]

── there's some new redness to carmen's face, admittedly. he'd blame it on the fear, if you asked; a good part of it is due to fear, genuinely, but the rest... is from the twin jabs julian, his apparent hall-neighbor, gives him. he smiles a sheepish, goofy smile and raises a hand to wipe a sweaty palm over the back of his neck, throat clearing. "well, yeah... yeah, i was just, you know. warming you up." his shoulders shrug, before his brain manages to register julian's return question, and his eyebrows raise. "oh, easy, race car driver." and now he's gonna ramble, because that's what happens when you get carmen cruz nervous and allow him the space to talk. "i had a little uniform and everything, and one of those, uh... those kid cars? those battery-powered ones, i had a blue corvette one of those, used to do loops in the yard with my sisters." he's grinning, so julian's tactic at calming him down is apparently doing its job. "...if you could change any one thing about your life for a day, what would it be?" it's clear he's trying to redeem himself, here, with this follow-up question.

[bcrrycakes]

maybe it's a little fun, watching the heat rise in his neighbor's cheeks. it's almost as endearing as that little grin that has julian wanting to push all the more ⏤ but figures he should ease up. just a little bit. because it would be nice if carmen actually wanted to speak to him again once they actually made it out of here. "seems like it's plenty warm in here already," he grins. (he did say just a little bit.) "yeah?" the brow quirk is involuntary, eyes locked on carmen as he carries on, "adorable. i hope there's plenty of photo evidence of that phase." that's something normal that happens, right? or maybe that's just selfishness talking. julian doesn't have many photos from his childhood. "not having to spend anything money, existing's so damn expensive," he rolls his eyes, letting his head fall back against the elevator wall, "do you believe in ghosts?"

[bcrrycakes]

starter call ♡ (ish. maybe) ⏤ it's been ages since i've had a really good polyship plot i could sink my teeth into. SO if anyone would want to do a polyship lmk but also me just low key putting feelers out to see if any poly starters would get some love

[aperturcs]

"almost always?" his hand goes to cover his heart. "dami... why would you kick me when i'm already down?" but its the first time in days that he's felt anything but pathetic; he's smiling and enjoying the sun again, so despite the act he's putting on, his mouth is pulled into a lazy smile and he lets his head tip back against the seat once his hoodie is safely tucked away in the backseat. he pulls the seatbelt over his shoulder and tugs it away from his shoulder, scowling when it won't loosen up any, but giving up after just a few tugs, huffing as he crosses his arms over his chest. "again! why are you kicking me when i'm down, dami?" this time he's pleading, still with a hint of a smile. "take some pity on me and tell me how adorable i am."

[bcrrycakes]

"i said what i said," dami teases, "heartache or not, gotta keep everyone humble." it's a bit of a relief, though, that things still feel so easy. maybe it's a little selfish ⏤ how happy it makes dami to bring a smile to taylor's face. and maybe there's a lot more to be said there, but it's not something that needs to be unpacked right now. there are a lot of things that will need to continue to be ignored if dami was getting through all of this in one piece. he laughs, shakes his head, "not gonna happen." even if he absolutely does agree. dami makes another selfish decision by changing the subject, asks, "did you pack a bathing suit?"

[buffycaps]

Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)

RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)

[sunbecms]

mariano's all too ready to lose himself in another kiss with jasper, mouth moving in a rhythm they've only just created together but feels like has existed a while. he can taste himself on his tongue, and the sensation prompts a claim to this man in mari's head that isn't his to make. he wants him, and if he were more sensible in this moment he'd remind himself jasper's only over here for a good time. as they approach his unmade bed, he drops himself to the mattress and guides jas down with him. the embrace is broken so he can spit in his hand before returning it to stroke him as slow as his brain will allow from mari's position underneath him. every time he closes his eyes, the image of jasper on his knees flashes on the back of his eyelids and his muscles squeeze with want all over again. feeling empowered atop his own bed frame, mariano lets go and flips their positions so he's on top. grabs jas' wrists and pins them above his head as his mouth makes quick work down his collar.

[bcrrycakes]

he's never wanted like this, but he knows that now that he's gotten a taste, that feeling will never go away. jasper can leave this apartment and hop on a plane and fly halfway across the world to try and escape it, but it will always be there. that pull, that need, that will always keep mari firmly planted in his mind. not that jasper has any intent to run ⏤ the only thing that will send him away is mari's request. it's one he hopes will never come, but he knows better than to let those hopes climb too high. because he's no good. he's poison. surely mari sees it the same way his family does. the way jo has likely pointed out to him. so he pours all of his focus into mari, into this moment, because he's so acutely aware of how this might be the only one they share. he smiles, almost laughs, as mari flips them so easily ⏤ pinned, but there's no fight. "do i get to find out what you were thinking about the other night?" it feels less self-assured than intended, more needy, but he doesn't care. because he's aching for attention and he so desperately wants whatever mari is willing to give.

[bcrrycakes]

this week at work has been a nightmare & i’m so beyond burnt out. idk when i’m going to get to drafts, very sorry to those waiting on replies

[bcrrycakes]

i got to a few things & will try to work on more tomorrow

[nihiillism]

he can see it written all over her face. the hesitation, like he’s caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. to be fair, seeing her had been just as much of a surprise for him. it feels unsettling, like there’s still so much left unsaid, though he’s not entirely sure what. they hadn’t really amounted to anything beyond flirting. this constant dance of will they or won’t they. and then it just… ended. fizzled out. still, she’s found her way into his thoughts ever since. “no one’s laughing. if anything, i commend you for getting your paper.”

his grin widens as he takes a small step closer, shifting out of the flow of people passing between them. “i like a cup every now and then, and yeah? what would you recommend for a guy who can’t ever seem to relax?” his head tilts slightly, eyes still busy taking her in until he catches her doing the same. a full, amused laugh slips out. “had some time to kill, and my assistant’s sister or something has a booth. figured i could give her and me a break.” he glances down at his suit, navy. far too dark for the weather, and he can feel it, but he plays it off, checking his watch. “got about ten more minutes before we’re back in the car, so… why don’t you come over and help me support a small business? grab some of these teas. get whatever you want.”

[bcrrycakes]

it's hard, seeing him like this. and it's even harder to not let it show. because as much as it hurts ola knows it's one of those things that... happens. they're both busy people. both have their own goals and aspirations. sometimes chemistry just isn't enough to keep things going or bring something to fruition. but seeing him again after all this time just has what if dancing about her vision like he's covered in neon signs. it sucks. "sounds like you need some lavender. or chamomille," she nods, knowing it likely wasn't the intent, but is grateful for the slight distraction. because if she's browsing various blends of tea she doesn't need to stare at him. ola hates that she finds it so sweet ⏤ that he's out here in the heat and so overdressed in every sense of the word, just so his assistant could have a little fun. "so you're running off on me again so soon, huh?" she doesn't mean anything by it, but she keeps her gaze buried in her browsing, thankful she can blame the heat rising up her neck and into her cheeks on this god-awful heat. "i don't need you to buy me anything," but this time the bite is (almost) intentional. lifting a blend of lavender, she shoves it in his direction. doesn't even know why she's upset (except maybe she does have a bit of an idea ⏤ and maybe she knows it's not really his fault, but it doesn't help in the slightest).

[aquamanandfriends]

"Casual's good though," Odette encouraged, "I might go back to casual after this." Joking about it helped. She smiled up at the server when they brought them their fresh drinks. "Thank you," the blonde's eyes shifted back to her new companion, watching her closely. Odette sat up a little straighter, lifting her brows, "Fashion designer? Shit, that's so much cooler than what I do," she laughed, "I uh, I work at a little pottery and art studio for kids, you can like do birthday parties and all that there," she waved her hand. "And I paint but I don't sell as much as I really want to. That's the dream." The blonde shrugged cutely. "When did you start designing?"

[bcrrycakes]

"i think it all depends on what you want," jessie shrugs. she has no qualms against casual in terms of relationships ⏤ it's just not what she wants. jessie doesn't want to be a boredom buster or someone who's expected to put in the emotional labor without any guarantee of reciprocation. but finding something that's not casual feels impossible. "it is, sometimes," she smiles, nods, "but it's also a lot of staring at blank sheets of paper and questioning whether you've ever actually seen a dress in your life." it's part of the process. or, part of her process. "i think that sounds pretty cool, helping kids explore their creativity," and everyone deserves a creative outlet, especially kids. a part of her misses being that young and being able to create just for the sake of it. "but you're painting. that alone is an accomplishment," it's a mindset she's trying to find again, too. "as soon as my mom let me use her sewing machine," jessie smiles, lets out a soft laugh, "but she wasn't thrilled that i was always redesigning my clothes."

[sustancy]

[almyranpine]

really good tiktok

Transcript:

Girl, just do it fat. Don’t wait until you’ve lost enough weight. You’re worthy of taking up the space that you fill. Live your life now. Don’t wait for some future version of yourself that you think will be more deserving. You have every right to pursue your passions and dreams just as you are today. Your worth isn’t tied to a number on a scale or the size of your clothes; it is inherent in who you are. You’re allowed to be seen, heard, and celebrated in whatever body you inhabit right now. Don’t let anyone or anything convince you for too long. So go out. Do it fat! Wear the clothes you love, pursue the opportunities that excite you, and live unapologetically. There’s no reason to put off living the life that you want, waiting for a moment that you’re not even sure will come. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled just as you are, and the world needs you exactly as you are today. Everything good that has ever happened to you, happened in this body. Girl, just do it fat.