conçois feels like a distant memory at this point like i sincerely hope he was fucking that old— [remembers some of my mutuals are around françois' age] Age appropriate— [remembers there's nothing wrong with the natural process of aging] old man
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
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Love Begins
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@screamlet
conçois feels like a distant memory at this point like i sincerely hope he was fucking that old— [remembers some of my mutuals are around françois' age] Age appropriate— [remembers there's nothing wrong with the natural process of aging] old man
what if you were in love with a guy and he was in love with you and none of your issues in your relationship were insurmountable but you only existed within a narrative that punished you for trying to break out of the narrow story format that your creator had bound you to? and you were both firefighters?
SMALL EMERGENCY FUNDS NEEDED
hey yall! i have to move out this week and i’m a little short on the first/last/deposit for the apartment. ($300) I’m going to pawn my older DSLR camera so I hope i can get a little bit from that but i’m still kinda panicking. so I'd really appreciate it if you'd take a moment and check out my kofi, and possibly donate or buy a wallpaper: ko-fi.com/8pxl
I also offer cross stitch patterns: HERE
ANY SUPPORT WOULD MEAN THE ENTIRE WORLD TO ME, THANK YALL SM <333
okay I can’t keep it in anymore. Shane may be autistic, but he simply Would Not have a problem with things being too bright or loud. This boy plays HOCKEY, he is a SENSORY SEEKER, there is NO SUCH THING AS TOO BRIGHT AND LOUD. In my HEART OF HEARTS I know that this man used to stand in the middle of arcades as a child and soak in all of the different sounds and lights and flashy bits and finally feel like he’s getting enough sensation to settle into his own skin. He sleeps under 2 weighted blankets and preferably also another giant 250lb hockey player. He’s not having a problem with too much noise and stimulation. He plays recorded crowd noises from other sports games to focus on stuff. He’s fine sitting in wet clothes for an hour if that’s how long it takes to finish sexting before he gets changed. He’s a SENSORY SEEKER. LET HIM SEEK.
hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall
THANK YOU @witchoflight it is indeed "on traveling together" by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it
Anyone want to play a game? 😊
thinking tonight about how robby is:
so convinced that he deserves an unhappy and lonely life devoid of pleasure that he decides to use his prized possession as a means to kill himself because even in death he cannot have nice things for long;
a guy who genuinely seems to believe that his lack of wife/kids/pond is a moral failing on his part and some indication of deep rot inside himself that makes himself inherently unloved (despite the fact that he is clearly loved by his coworkers, by duke, and even by janey & jake even if the pittfest shooting has damaged that);
broken down so totally by his job that he's been rendered incapable of recognizing his triumphs and can only see the blood on his hands from all the people he's failed to save
I actually recommend everyone write for a rarepair once because it completely changes your relationship with fandom. Engagement stops being numbers and starts being names. You know who's going to show up. You recognize usernames. Someone disappears for a while and then comes back and you're like “OH MY GOD WELCOME HOME.” It's incredibly wholesome. It is also deeply inconvenient when all six of you simultaneously get writer's block-
i haven't been able to stop thinking about how tommy noticed buck was a little off and so he asked if he was okay.......
Everyone knows the first day of Friend Grace’s class is nickname day. It’s the day when every pebble is on their best behavior to try and make sure they get a cool nickname, something unique that they can brag to their friends and classmates about.
Sometimes, Grace will do it without thinking. That’s how Kiddo and Buddy got their nicknames. Often, Grace will nickname students after their coloration. Gaia got his nickname because he’s blue and green, and apparently looks a lot like Earth. Violet got hers because she’s purple. (She was initially disappointed since color means nothing to Eridians, but then Friend Grace showed them violet flowers and said that humans often associated purple with wealth and royalty, and she changed her tune.) Most of the time, Grace will give his students what he calls “regular human names” like Abby, Carl, or Martin.
But the most coveted nicknames are ones named after Earthen creatures. When ♩♪♬ 🎵 ♩♪♬ 🎵 first introduced themselves, Friend Grace immediately perked up and shouted “Robin!” After a bit of explaining himself and a few videos of bird calls, Robin was trilling and chirping happily, excited at having a nickname that felt like a 1-to-1 translation of their own.
Even well after Friend Grace is gone, his legacy remains. A hundred years into the future, when humankind finally launches a new ship with the express purpose of properly meeting their Eridian neighbors, one of the first messages exchanged is “Hello! My name Robin.”
Some sounds you probably haven’t heard in awhile!
I miss technology being clickity clackity! It was very stimming and enriching
Also much more reliable than touchscreen/membrane buttons, which is, incidentally, why the space industry still mostly insists on analog controls.
(Except a Certain Company whose CEO seems to think safety considerations serve only to hinder innovation…)
OMG the little boingg of the ViewMaster made me smile.
so. my electricity just got cut off, despite my payment plan (again). sometimes they just ignore it and we have no other options. I owe them about $300 so far. plus with my phone/internet renewal next week... that's about $130
I've put a goal of $450 (due to fees) on my ko-fi and of course I'm offering proofreading and VA services but I'm putting out an emergency mutual aid request
kofi goal
venmo
cashapp
any help and reblogs are so appreciated I know y'all are sick of me
eta: also apparently PayPal can send to venmo now with a phone number... I am desperate enough that I'm willing to give my PayPal phone number out via DM. I can't make myself post it on main though that's madness
also if anyone has been meaning to sign up to cashapp for some reason here's my referral link:
Get $5 when you send $5+ with Cash App. Create your account with my code: WGQLTHP. Terms apply.
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hockey fans are crazy bc they’ll be like “😍😍😍” and it’s a picture of a wet rat
new fic: single dad tommy (wip amnesty)
pairing: tommy/ofc, bucktommy endgame word count: 34k tags: pre-s1 canon divergence; alternate s7; closeted character/coming out; kid fic; wip amnesty
Notes for the uninitiated: wip amnesty was an event where people would share their wip's with no obligation to finish. they're posted as-is and with the understanding that this is their final form. i started writing this in december 2024 and stopped writing it in february/march 2025. currently, i will not be writing more in this single dad tommy universe.
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Summary:
The weird and fraught but eventually great adventures of single dad Tommy Kinard.
Excerpt:
"I need to—we need to talk," Tommy says. "Oh," Catie says. "Yeah. Sounds serious." She nods. "We should talk." And Tommy sits them down on the couch, holds her hands, and takes a deep breath. He looks into her eyes and says: "Catie, I'm gay. I'm so sorry." Her hands are limp in his, not even a flinch. They just get colder. She stares at him, in shock but… maybe not as much as he imagined. It should make him feel great (it does not). "Tommy, I'm pregnant," she says. Neither of them make a move.
I Was So Good And Polite They Are Putting Me In The Touch Tank At Aquarium Tomorrow.
Tenderly (2022)
hello 👋 i am the worlds smallest bug 🐛 and ☝️ i too would like to “fag it up” if i may