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Oh.. he's down bad BAD
welp.
*slams fist on table* I demand Baldur/Nicky and Henry/Chris headcanons!
Well, now you’ve done it. Because, like the dad fluff, I have a running list of stuff I think these two get up to. It’s like *checks notebook*... 30 things long now?
For Nicky/Baldur:
— Nicky learns that Baldur doesn’t like olives by accident and feels bad about it. He scraps all plans to use olives for the rest of the weekend, save for martinis.
— they definitely spent some time curled up under blankets, just talking about normal things. Normal for them anyhow. Think Nicky’s trips to the museum + art collectors with Mari, what the ocean looks like, etc.
— Baldur tries to teach Nicky yoga poses. Nicky cannot do any of them, despite being fairly flexible.
— Nicky has definitely snuck cheek kisses. Sorry, but he has a big crush and no idea what to do with it.
Henry/Chris:
— After meeting up again, Henry is determined to stay in touch and considers Chris his best friend.
— Henry, Carter, Chris, and Laken go on double dates sometimes (like, when they’re out of school and stuff). I imagine Laken and Caleb getting along great, Carter too.
— when his memories start to come back and it comes to light that Kieran might know who he is, the first person Henry wants to talk with is Chris (maybe Jake too — Henry liked how Jake seemed to know everything).
— Henry makes a point of getting totally shit faced when Oliver Branch dies, thinking that maybe somewhere in the world, his friend is doing the same thing.
— I just want them to stay in touch, okay? There are so very few happinesses in their worlds before they’re free people and for Henry, Chris is one of those things. The memory of them meeting, of what happened over that weekend doesn’t exist beyond the fact that he had a friend, a distant confidant, someone who utterly understood; and Henry is kind of a collector, and I don’t see him wanting to let that go. I don’t know if the two of them ever have to come to terms with that weekend when they’re older, closer, as adults, but I think they deserve friendship, closeness, someone who just nods and knows no explanation required.
Sorry, I get in my feels about these two a LOT 😅
damn how long have we been following each other? at this point, i honestly can't remember who followed who first but it was probably me and the first year i was HELLA intimidated. then i got to know you and thought "oh hey, they're really cool" and we just cascaded into this glorious friendship and i can honestly say that i can see you being a part of my life forever
why’d you follow and what made you stay ??
I’m sorry you come into my house, my house - and throw me in a bucket of emotion? what are you thinking. I can’t remember who followed who first but I think it was on your emma and on my old blog ( i think) - but good times, man, good times. We talked off and on and wrote a little bit but like - i think it took us a couple of months to really start speaking and honestly i don’t even know how that started. It’s just like, one minute we weren’t really in each other’s lives past tumblr and then bam !! You are one of my favorite people on this hell pit of a site and - heck, let me rephrase that. You are my favorite person. One of my best friends. I can talk to you about literally anything with no fear of judgement and I love that because not only am I not judged - I can expect an honest and straight answer every time. You don’t change with the flow, you don’t pretend to be someone with one person and then mold to fit into a different role with the next, you are 100% genuine and real all of the time. And your heart, oh my gosh your heart. It is as beautiful as you. You have so much depth and compassion and despite the struggles you have faced and are facing - you wake up every morning ready to fight and kick the day’s ass. And it shows, because you’ve accomplished so much and survived and fought your way through so much - and i am forever in awe of you. You make me strive to be a better person and you’re the friend i know i can count on to keep me in check and for that i will always double check things with you in the off chance i’m misunderstanding something and reacting inappropriately haha.
And you’re writing - oh man, you’re writing. Emma and Graham, Emma and Hook, Derek and eleanor, Killian and alice, Graham and alice, JAIME AND SERA AND KILLIAN AND SERA AND NED AND SERA - literally every dynamic we’ve ever thrown our muses into is such a wonderful time. You’re so fucking easy to plot with. Like we start with one sentence and suddenly we have this complex relationship that usually takes the heart i pretend i don’t have and crushes it until it bleeds tears and emotion across my entire keyboard. You are someone I literally cannot not have on my dash. I don’t even care if we stop talking one day (amicably) - I mean I do, I would be devastated and I’d stare at you from afar - but I just can’t imagine my dash without your writing. Okay, I can’t imagine my life without your friendship either so that was a horrible analogy. But thank you for being someone who makes writing so much fun, no matter who I’m on - thank you for being one of the most easygoing people who is just like me when it comes to hoarding drafts and is so like, not worried about it. I honestly cannot imagine my muses not interacting with yours in some way. My muses grow and develop around our plots and the relationships we forge - which, what else can you possibly hope to get from an rp standpoint. You bring my experience on tumblr to life and like - dude. Even if we stop writing one day (like one of us gets off of tumblr for good for real life reasons) I will bug you every day of your life. And if you complain about that I will just bug you every other day of your life. But seriously - you’re stuck with me. You and your cute pictures of your ferrets and your amazing and creatively thought out and different OCs and your ability to catch me when I feel like I’m falling into an abyss. You are a damn gift and I am forever thankful I was offered the chance to experience your friendship.
windforge replied to your photo “My hopes… my dreams… dashed on the rocks… the Balsamum of my dreams...”
scatter...project
I can’t believe I’m going to buy fabric that’s 30$ a yard and immediately rub grease all over it.
Okay but I almost started crying??? In the middle of the mall before my shift??? This guy is such a low key fave and that was so goood...!!! *sobs*
how am i supposed to get over a drama when youtube keeps autoplaying the soundtrack: a novel by me