Fuckernuggets

At this point I honestly don’t know what this thing is about.

[ihaveacandle]

like what is with mint liking people? someone will nicely decline a scoop of mint chocolate ice cream and the mint liking tyrant will impose their all knowing will on to the poor fool who dares not care for mint demanding they like it and then proceeds to lecture about gods will and how it was supposed to be this way

[thevastnessof]

a rlly good trope is a teenager who was forced to grow up too fast suddenly being surrounded by teens who love having fun and goofing off, and just slowly starting to come out of their shell and do dumb stuff just for the hell of it bc they can finally act their age

[ihaveacandle]

Me currently

[ihaveacandle]

Most parents and people don’t get coming out and how it’s such a big deal and why it’s one of the worst things you decide to do in your entire life at all. They don’t get in any way how their kid could be so scared to come out and I think it boils down to the fact most of them don’t realize we literally have to ask ourselves in one way or another in some semblance of the question “Do my parents really love me unconditionally?” And it’s not a “yes” or “no” question either. A parent could be fine with other people being LGBT but not their child, maybe they could except them being gay but not bisexual and the list of examples of the “yes, but” ‘s go on forever. And the harsh reality of answering the question “Do my parents really love me unconditionally?” is the person might be wrong and let me tell you, it’s the the worst feeling in the world when you are. And there are countless stories warning others of what the possible consequences of coming out could be and the general message is that you should be hopeful, but prepare for the worst. So, if you’re a parent reading this for whatever reason, know that your child, your squishy hairy potato you’ve raised isn’t/wasn’t afraid of coming out necessary because of something you’ve done but because they know the majority of the time when people come out they find out the answer was actually no. And it’s terrifying to think of saying three little words can turn the people you thought were yes’s into no’s. I hope this helps anyone going through this.

[parentless-suggestions]

“wow you’re so mature for your age!!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!!!!”

thanks, i raised me myself

[chryselephantinechaos]

Also see: “aren’t you too old now to be acting like this??!?!?!??!?!?!????”

i never had a real childhood

[flipflappintastic-deactivated20]

“I thought you were ______, you’re younger than I thought!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You have to mature quickly in order to raise yourself

[themoonsoldourmemories]

In the same vein:

“You don’t want kids??? But you’re so mature and so good with them!!!!!!! You’ll change your mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

When you raise yourself and your siblings that tends to happen. I don’t want to do it again. My adult life is my only chance to be a free person.

[ihaveacandle]

*after giving really good advice*

Friend: “God how are you so wise and know what to do?”

Me: Years of experience developing my prefrontal cortex to the point it’s almost ripe 10 years before the expected due date because my parents are fucking useless and absent *finger guns*

Friend: ...

Me: In addition emotional Trama^tm also helped

[whelvenwings]

“You should watch this show!” “Cool I’ll add it to my list”

I put too much work into this anyway tag yourselves I’m chaotic good

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[riyaadelford]

My reflection disgusts me so much it hurts

[ihaveacandle]

big mood

[peachstonefemme]

Reblog this to get:

A Very Gay Hug

Money

A thunderstorm

[shysoundofstars]

Tasseography

•Tea leaf reading•

You might be wondering where this unusual form of divination came from, so here’s a short history on tasseography. Shortly after tea was introduced to Europe, tea leaf reading, as it’s now recognized, was born. Similar divination tools had been used with an assortment of other materials. The art of tea leaf reading spread through Europe, and is now practiced throughout the world.

Doing a tea leaf reading involves you indulging in a delicious cup of tea and putting your sharp intuitive skills to work. After you enjoy your warm cup of loose leaf tea, you’ll leave the loose tea leaves at the bottom, where some of these leaves will form symbols, each having their own meaning. That’s where your keen intuitive abilities come in! Anyone can see a triangle at the bottom of a teacup, but your job is to intuit what it means for you or the person you’re reading for.

WHAT YOU NEED FOR A TEA LEAF READING

Tea cup with a wide brim that’s light enough to easily see your tea leaves.

Saucer

Loose leaf green or black tea, preferably organic.

Napkins

Pen and paper

Water

HOW TO PERFORM A TEA LEAF READING

1. BREW YOUR TEA

Gather all of your materials. Boil your water. Place about a teaspoon of loose tea in your cup. Pour your water in and steep tea to your preference.

For the next 3 steps, if you’re doing a reading for someone else, have them do the following steps.

2. SIP & SWIRL

Before you take your first sip, gently swirl tea counter clockwise three times. Sip and enjoy your tea, but don’t drink it all! When there’s about 1 tablespoon of tea left in your cup, swirl it again 3 times counter clockwise and think about or speak your query aloud.

3. CREATE YOUR TEA READING CANVAS

Turn your cup upside down onto your saucer to remove the remaining water, allow it a minute or so to drain, then turn it back up right.

4. LOOK FOR SYMBOLS

Look over your loose leaf tea pieces and see if any symbols or shapes jump out to you immediately. Don’t fret if you don’t see anything immediately, similar to scrying with a crystal ball, it can take some time for imagery to form for you. Try looking at the inside of the cup from different directions to see shapes. Keep in mind the images formed are formed from tea leaves, so you will really need to use your imagination.

5. RECORD & DECIPHER YOUR FINDINGS

If you do start to see some shapes, begin writing them down on your piece of paper so you can decipher them later, note where in the cup they are too. Now you’re ready to decipher your findings! Here’s a guide for the most common symbols found during tea leaf readings:

6. UNDERSTAND THE TIMELINE

Where your tea leaves are situated in your cup relate to when they will happen. This is why some of the tea leaf reading cups you find have circles inside of them. Timing is broken into thirds as follows:

Bottom third: farthest away from happening, think 3-5 years out.

Top third: will be happening in the near future, think within the next few weeks.

Middle third: will happen in about a year from now.

7. FORM YOUR READING

Like most divination tools, a honed intuition is key for success, so be sure to lean on any gut instincts as you form the story for your reading. Once you understand the meaning behind the symbols it’s time to put all of the information into a story that makes sense for you or the person you’re doing a reading for.

🌙

[thisaccdoesntexistrn]

all of these apply💖

[thisaccdoesntexistrn]

straight people can reblog this by the way we love supporters!!!

[fleurdelis-system]

Literally all of these

[ihaveacandle]

Mood for 2020 anyone?

[anexperimentallife]

“My dearest beloved fuckos” is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech.

[anexperimentallife]

See also: “Esteemed bastards”

[anexperimentallife]

“Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated Cryptids”

[princelockedinatower]

Book Shop; Part 1

**Story with an actual plot this time lol (Fluff will follow in part two or three… idk)

Enjoy!

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Grunting, I lift the first box out of about five or six filled with new books for my shop from the delivery truck, the sun just beginning to rise in the chilly autumn morning. A thin layer of already melting snow on the ground. The driver, Payton lending a hand and grabbing one too. We carry them through the open door at the back at my shop then to the back room table letting them land with thuds. 

“How’s your wife?” I ask heading back out for another box, Payton behind me “Clara, right?”

He grunts grabbing another box “She’s great, just got a promotion at her firm, junior partner now,” Payton says heading inside as I struggle with a peculiarly heavy one. 

“That’s great!” I huff out close to dropping the box “Willing to bet she’ll have her name on the wall in three years,” I say praying the box slipping from my hands stays in them for a little longer as I take a step into the backroom. 

Payton sees me struggling and takes the box from me “Laynie you-” he pauses with a guilty look “Sorry, Lance you should’ve let me take this one,” he says plopping it down on the table and we head out again. 

“I’ll take the last box in,” he says the guilty look still on his features “Least I can do for calling you the wrong name,” he smiles taking the box in.

I smile at him as he walks in. Payton was a good man, wasted no time in using the right pronouns once I asked him to and quickly apologized if he accidentally forgot. The thing that made him better than other men is he’s super supportive of his wife’s career as a lawyer and has never once got jealous about how much money she makes. Once saw him give a thirty minute impromptu lecture to a guy who joked she should get back in the kitchen too, twas a good day. 

“Thanks,” I say opening up a box and lifting the red covers out to contrast on the table with worn dull green paint “Did you hear Jessica’s moving out next door? Says she needed more room for her restaurant and while she was considering selling this guy comes up to her one day and offers her way more money than he should to have her move out and him have the space,” 

Payton raises his brows “No I didn’t, that’s crazy he came up to her, do you know who she’s selling to?” he asks running back out to his truck to close the back and grab his tablet for me to sign. 

I shake my head starting on the next box, this one with a picture of a girl on the cover “Never saw the guy and Jessica won’t tell me his name,”

“Damn,” Payton says sitting on the battered chair near the table, tapping away on his tablet “Hope he doesn’t force you out too,”

I shiver at the thought and mutter out a “Me too,” I would hate to part with my shop, had her since day one when I was fresh out of business school and could barely get a loan to open her up. Memories of building the oak shelves lining the perimeter from raw wood and spotting the two mismatching antiquish tables at different shops that occupy the floor without making it feel crowded, flood back. And, uh, also moving all the books would be hell too. 

Payton hands me the tablet “Just need ya to sign here,” I nod and sign quickly, going back to unpacking the boxes. 

He shows himself out wishing me a good day as he kicks the doorstop out and lets the door close. The sudden darkness makes me curse and stumble around the small room looking for the lightswitch, wishing I hadn’t left my phone at the register. 

I grit my teeth groping the wall when the door leading to the front of the shop opens and floods the room with light. My employee, actually my only employee, Kat flipping on the light “Hey Lance, are the new books in yet?” she asks hanging up her coat as I let my eyes adjust. 

“Yep, over on the table,” I say gesturing over to it “Nice sweater by the way,” 

She looks down at it “Thanks, got it half off,” Kat says coming to the table and starting on a box. I nod returning to my box, Kat making small talk as we get them unboxed and put on the selves. We’re half way through before someone knocks on the door. 

I frown furrowing my brow “The sign says we’re closed,” I say checking my watch, we’re not due to open for another hour or so by it.

Kat shrugs continuing to put books on the shelf “Probably a Karen*TM thinking the world revolves around them,”

I chuckle at her guess and head to the front stopping to fix my dyed messy white hair and ruffled sweater in the mirror by the door. Peaking through one of the doors I see a man standing outside in a light winter coat, sharp cheekbones, bronze skin, and black hair styled nicely making him handsome. Fixing my sweater again I open the door and slightly cool air rushes in.

“Sorry but we open at nine,” I say my words making little clouds and wrapping an arm around my waist to protect from the cold.

“Yah, I uh, s-s-s-saw the sign, but I’m, uh,” he clatters out rubbing his arms “C-can I exp-p-plain inside if, if that’s alright?” he asks shifting from one foot to another, accidentally making the scarf he has fall from his shoulder. 

I huff but agree, opening the door further to let him pass. He thanks me as I close the door and looks around at my shop. 

“So?” I ask leaning against the register seeing the seconds I could be getting ready for opening tick by. I cross my arms, a little annoyed at his arrogance. 

He whips back around to me from inspecting a table “Right, uh, I’m Travis,” he says holding out his hand. When I don’t move, keeping a annoyed expression he takes it back “I bought the restaurant on the left of your store and I plan on turning it into a cafe and I just wanted to give you a face to the guy who’s gonna be making an ungodly amount of noise for the next few weeks,”

He gives me a weak smile and swallows a little nervous “I uh, was also wondering if you wanted to come up with a promotional deal or something like, buy a book at “Lance’s Books and Trinkets” then get a half off coffee at Cafe something,” 

I tilt my head and think about doing that. As much as I want to be petty and shove his offer back in his face it’s a really good idea “Alright, when do you want to work out the details? Cause I got to open in…” I trail off leaning back to get a glance of the register’s clock, slightly panicking as I read it “Eleven minutes.” 

“Does Monday at five work? We can meet where ever you want,” he says heading towards the door fiddling with his scarf. 

“I’ll let you know,” I say reaching around the register to grab a pen and sticky note and try to make my handwriting legible “My phone number,” I cross over to him and shove it into his hands. 

He nods at it then opens the door the air finally warm enough to have the doors open today “I’ll text you-” he squints at the note “Luliee?” 

“Lance,” I correct him grabbing a sign, a little bite in my voice “It says Lance,” I open the door beside him and set up the sign. 

He sighs wincing and nodding “Sorry,” he says heading back to his restaurant. 

I roll my eyes spying Kat by the door “Did you have to bite his head off?” she asks eyeing him then me with her arms crossed.

“He got my name wrong,” I say opening the other door and leaning down to grab the cute puppy doorstop to keep it open “Can you blame me?”

She raises her eyebrow at me then grabs the other door stopper her blonde hair falling to the side so I don’t have to be under her judgy teenage stare. 

It doesn’t last for long as when I get up from getting the door in place her stare is waiting for me.

“I think you were mean because you like him,” she says turning and going back in to touch up one of the tables.

I huff out a laugh and head inside “Really starting to regret telling you I’m gay,” I say fiddling with the register getting it set up.

She laughs at that “You’ve been saying that for the last six months,” she states turning back to me “I still think you like him,” 

I roll my eyes, even though I know she’s right, greeting a customer coming through the doors. 

[ihaveacandle]

Omg this guy writes so good!!!

[princelockedinatower]

Slow Jazz

**Fluff without plot**

like porn without plot but cute and PG and gay

Also I did 0 editing or revising cause yolo, hope you guys enjoy :)

Soft silk sheets. A mini spurge courtesy of my last trip to target. Everytime I go I swear to myself I’ll only get the thing I went there for, and everytime I come out with a leather bound journal, pack of erasers, pajamas or something christmas related among a cart full of little knick nacks and cool jizmabobs. 

I stretch out, flopping over onto my back as I do and listen to the songbirds outside the window, their nice singing threatening to lure me back to sleep. For a few moments I do, feeling at peace despite the growing need to get to up for the day.

“Morning Adrian,” my husbands gruff though gentle voice awakes me. Shifting to half sit up I see him standing at the door, red hair messy, wearing only sweatpants, a gold ring around his finger with two cups of coffee in his hands “Coffee?” he asks lifting up a cup.

I give a lazy smile and nod, sitting up against the headboard as he crosses the room and carefully gets on the bed. After handing me my cup he cuddles up to me with his head on my shoulder even though he’s the taller one. 

I sigh smiling, letting my eyes wonder over the room, there’s a picture of us on our wedding day, both in suits, in a cheap dollar store frame on the dresser, clothes spilling out of it as normal. Mismatched curtains on mismatching curtain rods pulled back to let the early morning sun in to rest on the rugs covering our small bedroom. Nothing’s too expensive, not even the china passed down to us that was bought at a gas station way back when but everything’s nice, warm and cozy.

“Adam?” I say, pausing to take a sip of my coffee “Do you like how we live?” 

Adam looks up at me and grins, a tooth missing “I wouldn’t change a thing,”

I smile, moving to press a kiss to his lips, the bitter taste of coffee on him. 

I pull away, getting off our bed and crossing over to our dresser “We should probably open the clinic soon,” I say digging through our shirts drawer looking for a specific one “What time is it actually?” I ask.

Adam suffles on the bed for his phone as I find the lime green scrub shirt I was looking for that brings out my darker green eyes “Eight twenty-six, we’ve got thirty-two minets,” he answers bolting up from our bed to join me in search of clothes. 

Adam’s still searching for pants when I start fussing over my long brown wavy hair in the bathroom mirror. I get it tamed as he asks “Where are my black and red scrubs?” 

I walk over to a basket of clean laundry and after digging for a millisecond I pull out the matching shirt and pants “You mean these?” I chuckle and grab my white doctors coat. He laughs, grabbing them from me and shoves them on. 

Together we dash down the flight of stairs to the backroom of our clinic we own and live above. Bustling out into the waiting area I see a few patients waiting and our receptionist, Clark talking on the phone. 

Upon seeing us he puts whoever was on the line on hold and hands me a clipboard “Dr. Devorack Room 1 is waiting for you,” he pauses reaching for another clipboard and giving it to Adam “Nurse Adam Room 3 is the Kylands, they’re here for their immunizations.” 

Clark goes back to the phone as Adam and I go off to do our duties. Before I slip into the first room I catch Adam’s eye and blow him a kiss, he smirks and rolls his eyes as I slip into the room. 

I smile gently at the small kid and mom who both look worse for wear. The kid looks about to be about six and the mom about mid thirties, both extremely tired and the kid has a few tears running down his cheeks, more coming whenever he swallows. 

“Hi, I’m Dr. Devorack,” I say sitting in the swivel chair at the desk “What seems to be the problem?” 

The mom rubs her eyes and tells me her son’s throat really hurts to the point he hasn’t eaten yet today. I nod and ask the kid to hop up the table while I grab a tongue stick. 

Gently I feel his throat which is swollen and hot then ask him to say “aww” for me. Little white dots line his throat and I decide to take his temperature. It reads 38.1*C and I start typing in my computer “Your son has a case of Strep Throat, so I’m going to give you a precription to give to him for ten days,” I say printing off the required sheet “Make sure he takes all ten days or the infection might come back.” 

She nods thanking me, visibly relieved as I stand and get the door for them. A warm feeling spreads from my chest as I smile, something about helping people makes me feel this way. Grabbing the clipboard I head back to the waiting room with the mom and kid. 

Clark already has another clipboard for me when I reach his desk and I let myself fall into the familiar routine of helping patients all day long, only stopping for a quick lunch with Adam, Clark and our other nurse Natasha. 

Closing time rolls around at five, Clark and Natasha going home before I finish with my last patient of the day, Adam doing some paperwork while he waits for me.

I wasn’t going to take them honestly, they came in on the dot and Clark was already out the door with Natasha on his heels. I can’t blame them, it was friday night and they were both off tomorrow. 

What changed my mind was the dad’s dirty work clothes like he came directly from work, the younger daughters pained expression and the older kid’s school workbook as she was writing in it while walking. She even bumped into the reception desk she was so focused. 

So I took them into an exam room and introducing myself the daughters homework caught my eye as she sat down to work on it “What class is that for?” 

“Health Sciences,” she answers without looking up “It’s a basic intro to the medical field, right now we’re working on identifying basic long term illnesses and before that common bacterial and viral infections.” 

I nod finding it pretty cool they offered classes like that in highschool “Want a little hands on experience?” I ask disregarding the fact it would make this a lot longer.

She looks up at that and stares a little “Uh, yah that’d be awesome,” she says standing up and I motion for her to take the lead with her little sister up on the table. 

She lets a nervous laugh out before asking what the problem is to her little sister. She complains about her ear hurting and tugs at it. The older sister nods and asks her if she’s had any headaches, trouble hearing or balancing and a few other symptoms. 

After her little sister answers she turns to me and asks if I can take her temperature and look in her ear. I agree with a grin, knowing she’s doing a pretty good job for a teen with zero medical training. 

“Her temperature’s thirty-eight point six and the inside of her ear is red and inflamed,” I tell her, tossing the little earpiece in the trash “Diagnosis and recommended treatment?” I ask sitting at the desk. 

She smiles shyly “Ear infection, probably AOM so I’d write a prescription but wait a day or two to see if it gets better on it’s own,” 

I nod my head “I concur with your diagnosis and treatment,” I say writing out a prescription then getting the door “Keep studying kid you’re headed places,” I say as she walks by. 

She beams and practically skips out the door before I lock it for the night. 

I head up stairs into the living room, the smell of salmon hitting me as I walk past the grey couch with it’s peculiar pillows and tables with scattered candles and pictures on them to the kitchen. 

Adam stands at the white counter mixing a salad, his back to me as I walk up and snake my arms around him. He chuckles but continues mixing as I rest my head on his shoulder, given I have to go up on my toes to do that. I hum into his ear “They’re doing a Midsummer’s Dream tomorrow at the live theatre,”

“Oh?” he says moving the bowl away before turning to face me, letting his hands trail up my sides then back down to my back “That sounds nice.” 

I press against him letting my head rest on his chest, the scent of his cologne making me sigh “We should make it a date, and get dressed up for it,” I say nuzzling further into him “Maybe even go out for dinner,”

“Let’s do that,” he says lightly pushing me so he can look at me “Spaghetti Factory for dinner?” he asks, the timer for the fish going off.

I nod and cross the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery, Adam pulling the fish out of the oven. He plates our meals meticulously for fifteen minets as I watch him, my stomach nagging at me to just grab the plate and eat. I push the thought out of my mind because I know Adam loves doing this, as evident by his grin. 

We end up eating in the kitchen, me up on a counter and Adam cross legged on the floor, talking about how Romeo and Juliet could have turned out if Romeo had been in love with Tibalt. The conversation eventually lead to us making dick jokes and our sides hurt from laughing too much we couldn’t breathe. 

Coming down from our fit of laughter we catch each other’s eyes and smile.

“Follow me,” Adam says softly getting to his feet and slipping his hands in mine. I do as he asks, getting down and letting him lead me into the living room bathed in a dusty orange light from the setting sun. He lets my hands go in the middle of the empty floor and walks over to the old record player we have. 

Choosing a disc he places the needle on it and a slow jazz song plays as he wraps his arms around my waist and I reach mine up to wrap around his neck. We sway to the music for what feels like hours and I can’t help but believe I’m the happiest man alive. 

[ihaveacandle]

Selfcare strategy

Ok so you know how u hate yourself with a burning passion? Take that one step farther as in if you brain want a bag of chips hate yourself enough to make it eat an apple to punish it and keep doing that for everything, don’t wanna get out of bed? Think “Hey motherfucker time to get up and be active because we just want to stay in bed aaaaaaalllllllllll day and if I let you do that that would mean I love myself but I hate myself so up we are,”

Works like a charm 👌🏻 probably isn’t the best for your mental health but seeing that 99.99% of people on here are scarily unhealthy I think it’ll be fine anyways cheers love

[ihaveacandle]

Rant Ahead

Ok so legit yesterday I went down to my kitchen where my family was because I was hungry Now the day before that I had been around people 24/7 no joke and forced to interact and shake hands and stuff, I’m an introvert to the extreme with some social anxiety sprinkled on so it wasn’t much fun but I got through it When I came down I didn’t want to be touched at all and I let them know that politely when they did start to bug me and touch me But as the people of tumblr probably know through and through, parents are the worst and don’t listen or respect our wishes It got to the point where I had a anxiety attack where I got physically violent, angry and verbally mean... usually I can manage when this happens so I only come off a little stiff but god, everything was against me and I couldn’t control it ! What I mean by “Everything was against me,” I was exhausted from the night before, I’m sick, my parents would Not stop touching me and the amount of adrenaline in my system didn’t help... I asked them so many times to stop touching me and they still refused! Do parents realise that their kids have boundaries or that by ignoring they’re personal space to fill their desires they’re teaching us are basic comfort should be violated by someone because they said so? Idk... sorry for the long rant

[ihaveacandle]

Do you ever start writing then like 10 minutes after it’s like...

“Wtf is this trash?”

[westley-nash-deactivated2021021]

“One” by Westley Nash

#thoughtsofsteel