(( okay! So health update from me. One thing after another for an entire year and way too many bills but now i think it’s figured out though it’ll be a month or two to see if it’s fixed. Turns out that if you don’t have enough iron for a really long time you just sort of slowly shut down! Exciting and horrifying! Because my nails are starting to do the thing that means it’s super bad! But!! If i can get my levels back up that could very well fix the tiredness and weakness and headaches that have killed all my creativity. So fingers crossed.
Second note, Tumblr being what it is now, when I’m back idk if it’ll be here? No plans to pull out completely, but yeah, this site is not great rn.
(( okay! So health update from me. One thing after another for an entire year and way too many bills but now i think it's figured out though it'll be a month or two to see if it's fixed. Turns out that if you don't have enough iron for a really long time you just sort of slowly shut down! Exciting and horrifying! Because my nails are starting to do the thing that means it's super bad! But!! If i can get my levels back up that could very well fix the tiredness and weakness and headaches that have killed all my creativity. So fingers crossed.
Second note, Tumblr being what it is now, when I'm back idk if it'll be here? No plans to pull out completely, but yeah, this site is not great rn.
When you really really want to answer an Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like
#I JUST HEAR ALL OF THESE SAID IN EITHER AN ABSOLUTE DEADPAN VOICE OR IN BABY TALK
#NO INBETWEEN
Can confirm that you are absolutely correct. Side note: You haven’t known true fear until you’ve heard your wife tell your kitty in the sweetest, cooing voice: “you are a single bead in the string of lives I hold together”
Sheldon had spent his time since his return surrounded by as many of his friends and family as he could. Contacting everyone and giving them updates as he had energy to spare. Life was... settling into something almost normal now... as normal as it was ever likely to get anyway. But there was someone he hadn’t called yet.
His thumb hovered over her number. He chewed on his lip as he lay in bed. Should he? It had gotten left in an uncertain way before he and Wayne left. A strange polyamory thing. Had they been dating? Would she want to see him? Without Wayne here? Would that even be okay? What if it made it worse with Wayne when he... if he...
Sheldon groaned and flopped bonelessly on the bed. Faith was off... somewhere in the penthouse. The pets finally settled down and likely sleeping. Minion was playing games after Sheldon had repeatedly shooed him away. It was quiet and lonely... and as good as his family and friends were... what he wanted more than anything was someone in his bed. With their arms around him. Skin to skin. Romantically. It was an ache deep in his heart worse than when Roxanne had left him. He’d done the same then too. Run to whatever arms would take him. But his Mistress wasn’t here and if Wayne did come back... well, it had to at least be someone he’d approve of. So she was the only option. Bluebell.
The last time had been special. Something he never thought he’d ever have. Especially after finding out his biology was rather... unique compared to the other blue people here. Yet they had found each other. He would never have admitted that she could ever be his type... but he’d always been drawn to women like her in the clubs. The punks with too much hair dye and leather and makeup that left so many stains... somehow he’d always end up in their laps, grinding to the heavy thump of the beat. But to be with that sort outside of the club? He worried his lip even with all the changes he’d made, all the liberties and greater self-expression... that was one more step of no return. One more step of tarnish on his Scott name. The prestige his father was so proud of keeping. Associating with that sort.
He hit the number. Breath held as he heard it ring. Fuck father. He closed his eyes tight. Mother too. Fuck their rules.
“...ollo?” came the uncertain voice on the other end.
“Bluebell?” his voice hitched. God, he sounded pathetic. He frowned at the ceiling.
“Oh! The suit! Sheldon. Oh ho ho, that boy in blue not doing it for you? Need a taste of the truuuuuuue bluuuuuuue,” she moaned out crassly.
He hated the sound he made at the reminder of Wayne, “...no I...”
“... somethin’ happen?” her voice had shifted. Just like that, he heard that soft voice. The one he’d heard the morning after. The real Bell.
“Wayne’s... gone...”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he could her her sigh, the sound of the phone shifting. She continued soothingly, “Wyn’s been harder and harder to find too. Been... way too long,” she let out a laugh that was more o release of held in emotion, “You uh... want to have a... movie night?” she sounded hopelessly lost, he could picture her taking cues from her Minion, “I have Rocky Horror? That’s always fun?”
“You could spend the night, if you wanted,” he ended hurriedly. Why did he feel like a teenager again? His cheeks felt hot.
Rolling over he spotted Minion spying on him through the coral. He stuck his tongue out at his brother.
“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed, “But I’m bringing my own makeup this time. You’re’s is shit. Oh! Oh oh oh! I should do your makeup! Yeah! Like a slumber party! I’ve never had a slumber party before!” the excitement rose in her voice, “I have to prepare! Give me... uh.... one hour! Yeah, yeah okay! I’ll be over then!”
“Wait,” Sheldon laughed, her excitement contagious, “You don’t have to-” but she’d already hung up.
He realized he had no idea what new chaos he may have just unleashed... but pulling himself to his feet he wandered out to find Faith to let her know about their impending guest.
holy shit?
omg how do you make yourself eat a work of art like that
“ The only acceptable chocolate for valentines day. All else shall be inferior. “
that’s a Megamind line if I’ve ever heard one
Taking a deep breath, Sheldon help is small white pup close to his chest. He was so thankful that Faith was here now. Thankful that her quiet presence helped in small parts to fill the gaping void that echoed in his penthouse. The too quiet emptiness that could only be filled by Wayne. But Faith moving around the rooms, the sounds of Minion’s gaming... those were always the sounds of home... even if they hadn’t before been part of this home. It helped. But he still just wanted Wayne back. To wake up once more surrounded by those huge arms. He buried his face into Mets fur as the elevator dinged. Mets washed his face, trying to comfort. Despite the harsh words he’d called Wayne, Sheldon could tell he missed the big man too. Even if Mets still most often called Wayne his chew toy or idiot.
Stepping out of the elevator he didn’t bother knocking, but let himself into his brother’s apartment. Mets sprang out of his arms in an instant, he was far too excited. Sheldon laughed as he trailed after Mets cries of ❝Come on come on comeon!❞ as he raced in circles to where Devin was.
Shaking his head, Sheldon lets the feelings of familiarity and family soak into him, pushing down his grief to something bearable. This would be good. Activity and family to keep his mind focused elsewhere. With a smile spreading on his face, he called out to Harrison,❝Good morning dear brother mine. It seems at one of this troublesome pair is ready for their outing today.❞
