pareidoliarps replied to your post “hey uhhh. hey uh uh ummm uh. so when Noah “slid quietly from time” did...”
you go sit in the corner and think about what you've done
you’ve been following me long enough to know that this blog’s truest form is a messy stream of consciousness dance-off between my inherently fluffy nature and my penchant for fiction-driven emotional turmoil don’t pretend otherwise 😂
"I'm not jealous, why would you say that?" (narrator voice: kurt was absolutely jealous)
NDHQ!HEVANS
“I’m not jealous, why would you say that?” @pareidoliarps
Sam didn’t even have to glance over as they exited the store, he already knew the look that was waiting for him after he pointed out the obvious. The scoff in Kurt’s words told him as much, the way it aimed for casual but couldn’t quite shake theundertone of annoyance and that’s when Sam knew he’d struck a nerve.
And if Kurt hadn’t been so preoccupied with showing just how ‘not-jealous’ he was, he probably would have noticed the way Sam handled the slightly pushy store clerk whose hand gripped his bicep with a bit too much familiarity, or the intent look in dark eyes as she slipped her card into his back pocket (who the hell even did that shit anymore?). He merely offered her that smile reserved for nosy folks at church or those awkward encounters with persistent fans, breezy and politely dismissive as he paid for their purchases and turned to leave.
“I say that ‘cause it’s true. And I figured we probably should’ve gotten outta there before she made you ruffle your Gucci,” Sam told him, the tease evident in his deep drawl and he reached for Kurt’s hand once they hit the sidewalk outside, half-automatic gesture but mostly to prevent a possible turnaround, judging from the death glare Kurt kept tossing through the window.
Sam knew he was pushing it with the jokes, that Kurt was liable to turn that irritation on him but with one hand clutching a shopping bag full of goodies and the other firmly in his grip the most that would happen would be an earful of snark and Sam couldn’t lie, that shit always got him going so it was a win-win. Sam flashed Kurt one of his signature grins, adorably crooked and cocky as ever and leaned in to drop a quick kiss to the sensitive spot just below Kurt’s ear, knowing they were still in full view of the store’s large window and the store clerk whose gaze he could practically feel through the glass. But Sam never minded an attentive audience and he let his lips linger for a moment before he pulled away, smile returning full force as he tugged Kurt down the busy street.
“I like that you’re still willing to throw hands over somebody getting too friendly, makes me feel like the pretty side-piece I was always meant to be.”
Verseless!Quinnson: Things you said when you thought I were sleeping
He was warm. Usually Quinn would complain, but the winter had descended like an anvil, swift and sudden. The cold had been cooling the stone exterior, creeping through the dorm hallways and under doors. It was hot chocolate and blankets weather, the type of cold that brought out fuzzy socks and sweaters, coats and scarves. Quinn had spent the better part of November trying to find all of her packed-away winter wear, with only minor success. But she didn’t need a sweater, not really. Mason was warm.
The warmth seemed to fill up the blankets around them, his hand heating a brand into her hip. He seemed to envelope her completely, in the best way. In a way the wasn’t too much, too much back off. His warmth was gentle, all-encompassing, comfortable. God, Quinn was in far too deep, but she could bring herself to do anything save move closer in the tiny twin bed, until she could make out the colors in his eyelashes, the curls in the hairs that swept across his forehead.
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. College wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Her father had very specific ideas about how she should approach her education, ideas that certainly didn’t involve switching majors on the fly, and falling for the adorable Environmental Science major with the crooked smile, the Vans and how he would run his hands through his hair when he was nervous or unsure, and...Too deep, Quinn. She was supposed to be pre-law, devoting all of her free time to books and essays.
But she had a knack for the dramatic, and apparently boys with collared shirts and crooked grins.
She reached forward, pushing the strands of hair back from his forehead. His eyelashes fluttered, and her hand froze, but his breathing seemed to stay even. It was far too early to be awake, and she wanted just a moment longer. Just a moment before she had to go back to default ‘head bitch,’ before he realized he’d shared a bed with the ice queen herself.
But...no. That wasn’t Mason, was it? She pulled her hand back, soft and slow, a sigh slipping past her lips. Of course it wasn’t. He was kind, and caring, and so full of love. He was so different from anyone else she’d met. It ached, somewhere deep and buried, but she was slowly learning that was a good thing; it didn’t have to be painful to love someone.
It was warm.
She thought of the sun, of the light slowly seeping in through her blinds, and what the morning could bring. She thought of her friends, of her family; her father would expect some Yallie with a polo and a yacht. She’d say ‘you need to leave,’ but...She thought of him slowly gathering his things, all of his clothes that had somehow scattered across the room. She thought of him running his hands through his hair, stumbling through words. She swallowed thickly, pressing her face into his chest.
“Stay.” She said softly into the quiet room, and prayed maybe he’d hear it echoing in the morning.
[Text]:We need large glitter to throw at people to signify our mystic nature. + nim babies
[text] Q will probably show you the meaning of pain if you get that nonsense all over our dorm again[text] Even cleaning charms don’t work on MAGIC GLITTER, Mason[...][text] We could 5000% throw glitter at people outside in the quad, though. Even LARGE glitter! 🎇💕
Once again, thank you to all my wonderful followers and thanks even more to those who participated in my little contest! Once you decide what you want, just shoot me an ask (or via submit) letting me know what you want as your gifts. Take your time to figure it out, I know it’ll take me a bit to get to everything. If you don’t want everything in your gift pack, ask a friend if they want something and request something for them?
I’ll attempt to do anything you ask, but especially with the manips portion, I can’t do anything too detailed! But, like I said, I’ll try and if I can’t do it or it comes out awful I’ll let you know so you can ask for something else. Anyway, onto the winners!
FIRST PLACE— @matthewdaddario!
3 manips of celebrities of your choice.
20 icons or gif icons of a celebrity of your choice.
a theme makeover.
any sort of graphic of your choice. (a sidebar, header, etc)
a follow from me. (if i’m not already!)
an advertisement on my blog for a few months.
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2 manips of celebrities of your choice.
15 icons or gif icons of a celebrity of your choice.
a theme makeover.
any sort of graphic of your choice. (a sidebar, header, etc)
a follow from me. (if i’m not already!)
a shoutout on my blog.
THIRD PLACE— @katiecassidywrites!
a manip of celebrities of your choice.
10 icons or gif icons a of a celebrity of your choice.
a theme makerover.
any sort of graphic of your choice. (a sidebar, header, etc)
a shoutout on my blog.
FOURTH PLACE— @pareidoliarps!
a manip of celebrities of your choice.
15 icons or gif icons of a celebrity of your choice.
any sort of graphic of your choice. (a sidebar, header, etc)
a shoutout on my blog.
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pareidoliarps replied to your post “I’ve had a “Gansey the librarian” post cooking at the back of my head...”
if gansey were a librarian he'd be like a specialty librarian that only appears when the Need Is Dire and even then he seems to phase out of a literal bookshelf, blinking and confused, wondering why he was summoned. as soon as his startled summoner stutters out what they're looking for, he grins and goes right this way! why do you need it? what are you studying? tell me all about it, that sounds fascinating!
Gansey DOES seem like a good fit for a special collections librarian, and definitely encompassing archives and conservation. He’d end up becoming an expert on the history of the collection itself and not just the subject material of the collection. Probably someplace fancy-looking like the Morgan, that seems like his vibe!
Or, watch Gansey end up becoming a librarian for the Freemasons like one of my classmates did. Gansey the secret society librarian. Richard Campbell Gansey III, librarian for the Knights Templar.
[text] You’re just in total denial of your feelings and need to grow up
NYADA!Quinnson:
[Text to; Duck Boy] I don’t get to have feelings, Mason! I don’t know which part of this you refuse to understand.[Text to; Duck Boy] I have grown up.[Text to; Duck Boy] I grew up in a dark room on my fourteenth birthday, when I wrote down all of the reasons my father didn’t love me, including my /feelings/. I grew up when I decided that I was going to change every single item on that list, and finally make something of myself.[Text to; Duck Boy] /You/ need to grow up. Stop pushing your fantasies of love, and like, and what have you onto me. It might exist in your world, but doesn’t in mine.