#ay mami

[xoluvx]

there’s just something about hearing young miko say “creampie” that’s altered my brain chemistry …

[thedevilsfamiliar]

My trip in Spain

So I’m in Barcelona, right? And I’m following these girly girls into make up stores bored outta my mind because holy shit I hate shopping.

Anyways I go up to the counter and this girl begins trying to talk to me, I take a hint that she is trying to speak to me in English and like I don’t want her to feel embarrassed or struggle so I just say “yo puedo hablar español tambien” I can speak Spanish too. She just gets this amazed and happy look and just begins chatting with me in Spanish and I’m like ‘holy shit I love her accent’

Anyways. She begins talking about our president. I can see her testing the waters and I’m like “oh no yep he sucks I don’t like him” again I see her love me even more. Same girl. Same. We chat for the entire time of my stay there and I learn she is trying to save the wolves in Europe.

So you know what I’m going to tell you? SAVE THE WOLVES IN EUROPE. Do it not because a pretty girl told me, but because THEY ARE ENDANGERED.

Tl;Dr: save the wolves

[katiecaro]

[katiecaro]

[disappointedpotaaht]

omg i unlocked the sombreros in super auto pets!!!

[superliz6]

Hi, Liz. First: I need you to know I live for Linzuo and I'd read about them for days, weeks, years, etc. That being said! What can we expect from chapter 6 of Spirit of Change? Would you mind telling us a little bit about it?

Thank you <3

I can tell you it's almost finished!

And beyond that- Lin Beifong is going to wear a silk button up top and pair of trousers and if you don't feel something stirring deep within you at the thought of this idk what to tell you man.

[calicoscat]

🕛 + drabble, please!

victorian horror symbol starters / accepting  !  🕛- mysterious events happen every night at exactly midnight

you get: a new muse i literally made like, 3 hours ago LMAO her name is ratchanee / wendy. minnie fc, hence the thai name. :)

tagging: @komvort - all credits for the premise of this drabble go to her tbh. i’m just going along for the ride. >:(

t/n: thank you anon, for being so polite and wanting to read more of my writing/ about my muses. :D i really am touched and appreciate it! if you (or anyone else) continue to be confused by this drabble, do feel free to send an ask! i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and would love to explore more.

also: this drabble is likely not entirely canon because idk what sen has in store for me bless my soul

Do you know the story of Alice in Wonderland?

Do you believe in it?

It wasn’t a story Wendy had terribly enjoyed when she was a kid. Even back then, it was too … strange for her. And as she grew older, she understood everyone’s fascination with it less and less. What’s so appealing about a story of a girl who ate the wrong food, and is sent into a bizarre, sadistic land? She always thought.

But the things we are least fond of seem to have a habit of coming back for us, always.

~

The first time it happens, she doesn’t take note of the time. She just knows she went to bed at half past eleven, and thereafter started dreaming.

Dreams aren’t unusual. You and I have them. But it was odd in its sheer vividness, the way she had full control over herself. You didn’t often have those in dreams – you were usually a participant to a story already set in stone. But it was almost as if walking in the waking world, and she almost pinched herself a couple of times to check whether she was awake or dreaming.

At least it wasn’t a bad dream. She rather fancied hydrangeas, and the boy was strange and seemed so-very-alive but she knew it would be the last time she saw him.

~

It was not the last time she saw him.

She sees him again the next night. She doesn’t mind. It’s interesting, to say the least, to explore this dream world with full control of her body. It’s nice to get to know the boy with a gentle smile – Patch – a name befitting a scarecrow, though Wendy would never tell him that. Lovelier still, to have a friend in a garden overflowing with the sweet scent of hydrangeas. If she strained her ears enough, she could almost hear the accompaniment of a tinkling piano melody.

It eased the ache in her heart – the one she didn’t want to think about. The one that came from the Waking World.

~

She doesn’t see him the next day. She’s almost disappointed.

Not quite, though, for where there’s food, there’s a happy Wendy. The scent of food makes her stomach growl; and she guesses there must be something in the dream food that soothes her because there’s a feeling settling over her heart, the same feeling you get when you’re eating a childhood favourite meal. The meal you were fed by your mother when you were sick from school. That meal.

“Come and sit with me. There are plenty of spaces to sit but don’t you think it is lonely to sit by yourself?”

Wendy startled – once, twice. The first time – because she hadn’t realised someone was sitting there. The second – because that smile.

His name is Blue, she later finds out. The inhabitants of this world sure have strange names, she muses.

~

Do you know of the Mirrorworld stories?

A boy enters the mirror, and reveals a secret world. It has beings you and I have only read of. Dark Fae, elves, Goyles, Sleeping Beauty dead in her castle. It seems like a dream, but it’s very real. Time spent there elapses in the Real World, too – the world you came from.

~

At first, it’s okay.

At first, it’s welcome.

It’s having the friends she wished she had in the waking world.

But humans have this amazing capability to rationalise certain things. To be curious, to overthink. And that’s exactly what Wendy did.

They never tell her anything about their past selves – they can’t. They feel so real, but they’re not – aren’t they? The moment she started blurring the line between dreams and reality is when she knew she was in trouble. It’s a dangerous thing, when you can’t tell your dreams apart from reality. Who knows when you’re awake, when you’re sleeping? Monsters can get you if you’re not careful.

Is magic real? She wondered. Is that how these dreams came to be? Is there a higher power that decided she was fated to meet them, in some bizarre truth of a young adult novel? Are they secretly monsters, unlike the sweet smiles they gave her? Were they waiting for something before they ate her whole?The paranoia follows her into the waking world. In the dream world, she’d never tell them. She didn’t want to hurt their feelings – she loved them too much. She loved the garden of hydrangeas where Patch would loyally be at, and she loved sharing food with Blue and being the recipient of his glowing smiles. They were made of the stuff of dreams – literally. They were filled with love, and happiness and peace, all things Wendy herself was when she was in the dream world with them. Away from the stresses of the waking world – the sadness and despair.

It scared her, how much she wanted to stay with them.

~

One night, just one night.

She doesn’t go to bed.

Even though she promised Blue she’d see him again.

The lights in her room are all turned on, to make sure she doesn’t accidentally fall asleep. Paranoia creeps into the edges of her mind, the corners of her room where light doesn’t fall. What if I’m already dreaming? What if I’m missing out in the other world? What if I belong there? What if it’s a real world, and I’m trapped in this bleaker world? What if it’s all fake, and Patch and Blue and the hydrangeas are just my imagination?

Is this classified as insanity?

She turns up the volume louder on her phone – blasting pop music to keep her awake. Naturally, her eyes see the time, displayed so prominently on every smartphone there is.

23:59.

She blacks out.

~

“Patch!”

Relief fills her bones. Why was she relieved? No matter. She giggles and bounds up to the boy, throwing her arms around him. The scent of hydrangeas hug them back.

No pain here. Why would she ever want to leave?

[mercurialbianca]

I will repost this every time. Dear Lord, this woman.