#unexpected nice things

[fablegate]

Your art is so wonderful and beautiful, you deserve a billion notes on each piece (((:

[sauver-cosima]

don't really know what to say but here's your text post sarah

[pilferingapples]

oh hey you changed your theme it's very neat

Heh, wow, I was not expecting compliments on the new theme (truth I wanted to use a holiday one but I can't find a good one and VIEWABILITY COMES FIRST)! Thank you, too, Nonny!

[pilferingapples]

you changed YOUR THEME OMG THIS IS NEAT

Oh goodness, thank you! I honestly just grabbed it off Theme Garden, didn't tweak it or anything, so let me know if there are any problems!

[nightengaleneedles]

ice cream and not actually street harassment (a story with a happy ending!)

It was raining a lot, so after we got our ice cream we ran under the large overhang in front of a parking garage to eat our ice cream and wait out the rain. I was wearing a tank top and very short shorts; my friend M was in skinny jeans and a shirt that showed off her cleavage well.  We found a place to sit on the cement that was relatively clean, and I happily took the higher part of the slope of concrete, so my legs could stretch out.

I had gotten a cup of ice cream with a waffle bowl, and rather than use my spoon, I was lapping happily away at it in the way that I like to do best. (What can I say? I'm secretly a cat and I don't easily embarrass in public.)  Various people walked past us to get to their cars.  One man, a doctor in blue hospital scrubs, approximately 35-40 years old, walked by us and sized us both up as he passed.  

"You make that look delicious," he said, giving me a meaningful eyebrow. With half my face in my ice cream bowl and blue ice cream on my nose, I just blinked widely at him as he motored on past, continuing toward the garage and his car.

M turned to me, eyes wide, with her best "UGHHHHH" face on.  I shrugged - I'm used to this kind of thing when I show that much skin, especially with my extensive legs, and in heels to boot - and while it didn't make me feel good  by any stretch of the imagination, I was determined to just shake it off and go back to my ice cream.

About ninety seconds later, the guy reappeared, coming back toward us from behind us (we were facing away from the parking garage entrance).  He approached at a wide vector, walking deliberately - not sneaky - but he had a hunched expression when he came into my peripheral view, and I looked up at him with a wide-eyed blink.  I didn't look it, but I had all my guards up, not interested in dealing with an idiot.

"I meant the ice cream," he stammered, and when my expression changed, he hastily shuffled over to stand equally in front of both M and me and began a very rushed, tripping over his words explanation:

"I meant the ice cream, not, like, I mean, i said that, and I didn't think about how it sounded, because I've been wanting ice cream and the way you were eating it made it look so good and all I could think was damn I want some ice cream so I said that and I walked on and then I thought WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY and I turned around and I saw your friend's face and I -- I mean, oh my god, I did not mean it like that, and I realized how it came out and it was -- I mean, I'm not -- I totally shouldn't have said it like that, I wasn't even thinking, and then I realized what it must have sounded like to you and I mean, you probably--"

Here, a glance up and down my body, including the miles of leg and the ice cream on my nose - not appraising, just, stumbling, trying to figure out how to say what we clearly knew he meant -

"And, I just, it wasn't like that this time and I am so sorry I was just thinking about ice cream so much and I didn't even think, and I thought, what the fuck just came out of my mouth, and I wanted to come back and apologize because I mean, that's not-- I didn't want you to think that-- Erm."

By this point, M and I were belly-laughing, warm and relieved and full of startled, shocked happiness. I explained to him in no uncertain terms that he had just made our day because yes, so many people do say stuff like that and we've said stupid things all the time so we get it, and in coming back to explain he'd totally made our day so thank you, and please enjoy your ice cream.

He was still stammering and apoplectic with embarrassed apology.  As he ran off, continuing to turn and glance/apologize/shy-apology-wave at us as he went, I shouted after him:

"Get the Shark Week Theme ice cream, it's really good!"

And I swear, despite his dark skin and how far away he'd already run, I could tell he was blushing.

[iloveweasleys]

you inspire me so much. omg. perfect cupcake <3

thank you, anon <3