HI beloved famous writer mushroomeater . questions for ya :) describe your perfect weather day. cloudy, snowy, sunny, etc. how hot or cold is it? how does this weather affect you? what do you like to do on days like these?
gi my sweet beloved favourite person on the internet x
my perfect weather day would be sunny with a few picturesque clouds in the sky (especially around sunset so those clouds can catch the light and turn a nice colour), and i want it to be anywhere between 18 and 25 degrees celsius! (around 64 to 77 fahrenheit for all you rubes out there who use fahrenheit)
I like warmer weather too but my ideal day would involve a lot of walking around and i like the aforementioned temperature range with a cool breeze :) also an iced coffee mid morning and either a beer or an aperol spritz (or similar) in the evening x
over 500 words of crygi that i wrote while half-asleep a.k.a golden gigi goode
Gigi Goode was golden.
Golden like the warm tones in the dye she used to cover the hair that she had never felt was “right”. Like the jewelry that she stacked on her hands, wrists, neck… never too much, not like people always accused Crystal of doing. A dainty amount. The right amount.
She was golden like the sun as it sets over the water, with so much light to spare that it reflects on any nearby surface it can. The warmth of it is almost inescapable, and if it’s in the mood, it can make you feel like you’re the only one in the universe. Two bodies, alone. Crystal and Gigi.
Gold followed her like she was a firework, even if it wasn’t always visible. It was left in her wake no matter where she went, echoes of her laugh like streaks of gold radiating from her without a thought. It wasn’t something she did, it was something she was—warm and rich, bright and envied, beautiful and admired.
And unlike Crystal, she was sweet. Sweet like the honey from the stall at the farmer’s market. The syrupy, sticky sweetness that Crystal could never quite pull off was an effortless endeavor in the hands of Gigi, whose steadfast kindness dripped from her but was guarded behind her sometimes-necessary sting.
It was surrounded by gold that Crystal came to the realization that she was in love. Gigi’s head was resting gently on her shoulder as they sat on a bench, the lingering heat of the day making the touch uncomfortable but not unbearable. But this is what they did, Gigi would say, and it was true. Every day she could, she’d leave her house when the notification arrived that it was 20 minutes to sunset and walk the five blocks it took to get to their bench. And there they would sit, side by side, talking about everything and nothing while golden rays illuminated a golden girl.
The routine was ingrained in them, even as it shifted. From two strangers sharing a bench and pleasant (if not slightly awkward) small talk, they slowly started opening up to each other until Crystal found herself replying to a text Gigi had sent asking for opinions on a skirt she’d found at a thrift store nearby and realized that they were friends. Truly, honestly, friends.
It didn’t take long after that for her to realize that she liked her.
It was hard not to, when Gigi’s emphatic defense of a weird bumpy lime she saw at the grocery store had them drinking two bottles of cheap red wine over chips and her homemade guacamole (and Gigi was right, the lime was good). It was the first time Gigi slept at her apartment, despite it only being a fifteen minute walk back home, but Gigi didn’t want to walk and Crystal didn’t want her to leave, so they fell asleep on the couch with their feet brushing and necks hurting.
And it’s happened many more times since then.
She wouldn’t change it for the world. Their bench, which had burned her legs when she sat on metal unguarded from the harsh summer sun, was theirs. It was a place of sharing stories, of gossiping, of gentle smiles and rowdy laughter. Of sweetness and brightness and warmth and didn’t it just feel right?
Crystal thought so. Being with Gigi, no matter what, just felt right. So she let herself just be, to bask in the gold that threatened to swallow her whole, and looked down at what she could see of Gigi’s expression. It was more than she expected—Gigi was looking up at her already, craning her neck to keep her head on her shoulder but look at her all the same.
With Gigi’s eyes on her, her gaze equal parts bright and perplexing, she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face. The answering smile was as expected as it was perfect, wrapping her in a joy that felt like it shared some of her light. She would give herself into that gold every day, if that’s what let her bask in the gentle rays of the sunset with Gigi.
But Gigi liked her as she was, so she’d stay pining, and she’d stay hoping that she got to be in Gigi’s sunlight, her warmth. Her gold.
Lina asked for your favorite Crystal but what about your favorite Gigi??
where is she where is she hold on
okay so i was trying to find long gigi so i asked beloved @gggoode and was supplied Extra Long Gigi and that is the real answer i didn't know i could choose. look at her. the longest
hi i'm here to bombard you with questions <3
do you like chairs or couches better? do you like sitting on the floor? what is your preferred way to lounge after a long day? (bonus points if you describe it in detail/draw a little picture because i think that’d be fun)
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definitely a couch, i want to be able to lounge and recline and fold my legs up etc which are all a bit difficult in a chair but tbh as long as it has back support i don't caaare
i like sitting on the floor but only for short periods otherwise i get a sore bum and/or numb legs
ummmm i might draw later if i remember but my current evening lounge situation is on my bed against some pillows/cushions, usually w a bottle of water and occasionally with either some crisps or some kind of sweet snack depending on the vibe
OR my current perfect and ideal lounge after a long day situation is going for a cheeky beer after work and lounging in a beer garden with the lads
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