#horrible
you ever go on a website and get so bewildered by its existence that you have to upload it
I always say Bass Before Bae (half ironically, half as satire of a comment that suggested I was not worthy of love, but I was worthy of my bass)(kind of an insult to the bass’ value too, which I gotta say didn’t go over well)
Well I am pleased to announce there might be something wrong with me.
I have been on a trip with extended family all week and I got a rare 20 minutes to myself.
Well I’ve been in a significant tiff with someone I love for several days.
About an hour prior to my blesséd 20 minutes, my high school orchestra teacher called out of the blue with A Task (not getting paid, but that’s alright for several reasons IN THIS SPECIFIC CASE, but still. Not getting paid.)
So I could use that 20 minutes to get started on this task or I could use that 20 minutes to call my friend.
I didn’t even think about fixing my personal life. I just set right to work on the task and used that entire 20 minutes for it.
As much as I was offended by the comment, fuck, he (maker of aforementioned comment) might have been right. Because I’m taking bass over bae very seriously.
“Nada importa morir, pero no vivir es horrible”.
— Jean Valjean | Los miserables, Víctor Hugo.
Típico
Ir de compras con “amigas” y no probarte nada por que nada te sirve.
Deja que te recuerde algo: eres gorda, y nadie quiere a las gordas.
changing your sheets is the hardest thing in the whole world who the fuck cares about sisyphus and his stupid rock i have to take the sheets off my bed and then put new ones on and then in a little bit? ill have to do it again
SIX-SENTENCE SUNDAY
Oh Hi, I’m here again!! Hope you’re all having a wonderful weekend. I tried to mentally prepare myself for sharing today way back on Wed night when I had a marvelous meltdown…and it appears to have worked bc here I am! Hooray!
Also, I wrote this morning…words appear to still be pouring out of this brain into this new fic so *shrugs* let’s keep going…
**I AM POSTING QUICKLY WHILE MY BRAIN APPEARS TO BE COOPERATING, I WILL RESPOND TO ALL OF YOUR AMAZING POSTS LATER TONIGHT!**
Thank you so much for the tags, I seriously cherish you all. ❤️@fatalfangirl@you-remind-me-of-the-babe@facewithoutheart@martsonmars@dragoneggo@aroace-genderfluid-sheep@confused-bi-queer@ivelovedhimthroughworse@johnwgrey LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU ARE ALL ACCOMPLISHING! FRACKING MAGIC!
So I mentioned I always write with music (I always *everything* all day long with music) so I’m going to share the song I’m writing this scene to…it feels like cheating! Bc I’m kinda telling you what vibes you should be getting from this piece of writing when ideally the writing should speak for itself…but well, you can skip it if you want .
So this is from the same fic I shared on Wed, (sad Baz back in London)…but this scene is…sexier? This is literally from this morning so…obvs, very WIP.
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BAZ
I can hear his footsteps behind me. “Hey!” he shouts, and it’s a demand.
I turn slowly to him, steeling my face, hands in my pockets.
“Snow.”
I take him in for a moment before he shakes his head at me. “You’re scared.” It’s accusatory. His jaw is locked, eyes bright.
“Scared?” I attempt a look of sneering indifference.
“Scared.” He lets the word fall, heavy from his lips as he takes a step toward me. “Do I frighten you, Baz?”
That goddamned jaw. I want to grab him there. Hold him in place, bite him, taste him (I still know the way he tastes), keep him.
“Do you…frighten me?” I take a slow predatory step toward him.
“It’s ok to admit it, Baz.” He’s not being soft, he’s challenging me.
I take another step. I can meet a challenge.
“I’m scared of nothing.” Can he feel the lie? I step closer still. The air between us is thick, heady.
I watch the muscles in his neck, the bob of his throat as he swallows. The twisting of tendons in his forearms. He’s a taut line…can I make him snap? Explode? Come undone? He’s so beautiful when he comes undone.
“Do you really want to do this right now, Simon? Hmm? You want to keep pushing me to do bad things to you?”
“Bad things?” His eyes are on my mouth as he steps closer.
“Horrible,” I whisper, and he’s close enough to feel my breath on his lips. I’m vibrating with the tension.
He finds my eyes again. “Show me.”
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And…scene!
K, also tagging more beautiful friends who maybe haven’t shared yet today?! @cutestkilla@whatevertheweather@palimpsessed@bookish-bogwitch@kherub@creepyspice@urban-sith@aristocratic-otter@frjsti@angelsfalling16
Hello everyone I’m back!! Finally got my companion back from Wacom so I can start drawing again. Currently working on a children’s book so I can make money and leave the miserable job I have.
oh sweet invasive ads that force open google play when I scroll past them.
thanks tumblr very cool
so it turns out that ‘looking at your emails zoomed very far out so that they’re small and can’t hurt you’ does not actually change the contents of the emails in question.