alright yall… i am here w the most serious question a lesbian can ask her mutuals. where are good places online that i can find weird print button-ups
i know ppl hate shein for being the epitome of fast fashion but they’ve got all kinds of goofy patterns 🤫
i ADORE the anomitinity of tumblr. when i post stupid ass shit from my mush brain on like snapchat or whatever i gotta deal with messages like “are you okay?” and “what does this even mean”. here i can just post 30 pictures of dinosaurs in a row and my followers will be like YEEEEEAAAA BABBY
the other day i posted something on snapchat saying “if we gave monkeys guns i think deforestation would end” and someone sent me a link to an online therapy site i hate it here
the way he didn’t even flinch
please..... i am crawling in the metaphorical desert and too many colours is the drops of water keeping me alive........ give me any sort of info on it i beg of thee..............
ajghfhdhd the next chapter has been STUMPING me so hard 😭 i’ve scrapped it and restarted like 3 times, so i promise i’m still working on it, but omg is it ever difficult rn!! we’re at a weird spot in the plot where i know what needs to happen in a chapter or two but i’m struggling to fill in the space and keep it on pace! (and to be honest i also just haven’t been in the mood to write lately lmaoo)
all that being said, here’s a deleted scene to tide everyone over 😁
Sarah’s brother is a decent roommate.
He’s a little awkward, and Sarah had warned that he can be a bit high-strung, but Jack has lived with far worse people over the years. A guy who’s kind of particular about the way he cleans the kitchen is perfectly within the realm of what he can handle, especially when the rent is so reasonable.
Moving back to New York has been great, being closer to his family and all, but Jack had forgotten just how tricky it can be to find somewhere affordable to live. He’s been back for a little over a year and he’s still trying to get settled: he stayed with Medda for a bit, he spent a while on Spot’s couch, and then he had a temporary sort of lease with someone who was (possibly illegally) subletting their apartment while working out of town for a few months. Nothing felt particularly comfortable or permanent, which nearly reminded him of his years in foster care— being able to sign an actual lease last week was the biggest relief he’s felt in a while.
To be totally honest, he can’t really tell if David likes him all that much. They’re still getting to know each other, of course, and maybe he’s just shy, but he always seems to want to keep to himself. He avoids the shared spaces when Jack is around, often retreating to his bedroom, and any attempts at conversation are usually short-lived. Jack wants to be his friend, but he’s not too sure the desire is reciprocated.
That doesn’t mean he’s going to stop trying, though— maybe he’s got a complex or something, but he desperately wants everyone he meets to like him, and this weird in-between of just being acquaintances makes his skin crawl. He’s going to be friends with David, whether David himself likes it or not.
“I’m gonna go out with some friends tonight,” Jack offers, during one of the moments that they both happen to be in the living room. David just got home from work, and Jack is sprawled out on the couch, sketching. “Do you wanna come? We’re gonna catch the Jets game and have a few drinks at a bar that my pal runs. My treat, as a thank you for helping me out with the boxes and stuff when I was moving in.”
David’s eyes go wide, like he hadn’t been expecting Jack to even talk to him.
“Oh, um, I don’t really watch football, so I’ll have to pass, but I appreciate the offer.” He shifts sort of nervously where he stands, and it seems almost like he’s blushing a little. “I hope you have fun.”
“You don’t have to actually watch the game,” Jack adds. “Tony hates football, but we always drag him out anyways— maybe you’d get along! No pressure if you don’t wanna come, but you’re a hundred percent welcome. I’ll buy you a drink or two… I feel like I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” David laughs, his cheeks going a little redder. “But, um, I’ll just have to check that I don’t have anything I need to get done tonight. You know… midnight deadlines, and all that.”
“Of course,” Jack grins. While that was a bit of a cop-out, it wasn’t a no, so at least they’re getting somewhere. “You can always come another time if tonight doesn’t work.”
“Right,” David replies with an endearingly bashful smile. “Well, I’ll let you know.”
And then he disappears into his room, just like he always does. Jack likes to think he’s pretty good at reading people, but David is tough. It’s hard to tell if he actually wants to come, or if he’s just trying to be polite— Jack supposes he’ll find out.
They tumble into the apartment several hours later, a little tipsy and unable to stop laughing.
“I’m just saying,” David giggles. “I thought your friends would be, like, douchebag frat-bros! You invited me to come watch football— what did you expect me to think?”
“Is that what you think of me?” Jack teases as he drops onto the couch. “A douchebag frat bro?”
“Well, no! I just— I don’t know! I fell for the stereotype, okay?” David is blushing once again, embarrassed. “I can honestly say, I’m not friends with many straight guys, especially not ones who still wear their frat letters, four years out of college. I didn’t know what to expect.”
Jack’s jaw drops in mock offence, and he quickly pulls off his ball cap— emblazoned with a striking ΣΧ logo— and tosses it at David, who swats it away.
“I was president of my chapter, and I plan on riding that high for the rest of my life— I’ll be fifty years old, still wearing Sigma Chi merch,” he laughs. “And I sure proved you wrong, huh? I’m the only straight person in my friend group… a diversity hire, if you will.”
David bursts into laughter at that. He’s a lot more bubbly after a few drinks, and Jack is really enjoying getting to see this side of him.
“You win,” David sighs. “I was wrong about you, Jack Kelly. Your friends were not douchebags, and you’re more than just a basic straight frat guy.”
“Aw, Davey, you flatter me.” He notices David’s eyes go wide at the shortened version of his name. “Can I call you that? I feel like we’re in nickname territory, right?”
David blinks, still a little stunned, but eventually shakes it off and nods.
“Yeah, of course. Davey’s fine— no one really calls me that, but I don’t mind it.”
“Then Davey it is,” Jack grins. “I’m big on nicknames, if you couldn’t tell from meeting my pals.”
“But you don’t have one,” Davey notes. “Too cool for it?”
“Nothing ever stuck— by all means, go ahead and come up with something.”
“I’ll have to think on it… I’ll keep you posted.”
Davey grins at him, and Jack smiles right back— he’s starting to think that now that they’ve finally broken the ice, they’re going to be very good friends.
“Would you quit being a baby and let me see?”
“It’s fine, Dave. It doesn’t even hurt.”
“Liar,” said David, shutting Jack right up. “I’m not the one who decided to throw Oscar’s hat into a tree. That was all you. And even if it doesn’t hurt, it could still get infected if you don’t do something about it. And if it gets infected, then you’ll get sepsis and you’ll die, and all Les will have to remember you by is that stupid cowboy hat. Is that what you want? Because that’s not what I want.”
Jack rolled his eyes at David’s spiel, astounded that anybody could talk so much yet say so little.
Jack gave in, simply to shut David up. That’s what he liked to think, anyway. No other reason at all. Probably.
I did not know that the 2021 gala was going forward so thanks. My immediate thoughts are: Hollywood fashion (potentially leading to confusion over American film/television and the influence of European designers, but it would be nice to see an Edith Head homage), grunge, surfskate, probably some strange Jackie Kennedy approach (or other presidential fashion, but she’s there – if they manage to turn it into a celebration of Ann Lowe I will fall at their feet). Actually, I can see there being quite a bit of just straight dressing up as “American icons”. As far as designers, I really have no clue. A lot of European labels feature American designers these days, so I don't know if we'll see much of an emphasis on American labels. I’d be happy if some new designers got to make their Met debut. Aurora James was a standout from the 2019 gala. I could see other Vogue prize winners being admitted to showcase their work and highlight the contributions Vogue continues to make to the industry (it is Anna Wintour’s event, after all). I don’t know if Dapper Dan will have as much of a presence this year, but that would be fun and accurate to the theme. Tommy Hilfiger and Dee Ocleppo could just recycle their 2019 outfits. Overall, I hope the guys attending have fun with their fashion – this is a great chance to highlight American countercultures, which would open the door to a whole variety of looks that easily adapt to people’s personal style. Black tuxedos will be a sure sign of a cowardly stylist. If we saw something like Janelle Monae’s 2019 interpretation of fine art that would be a lot of fun – there’s a lot of American art movements that would be cool to see in high fashion. Something in the Abstract Expressionist vein would be easy and play into the Met’s aim to emphasize the emotionality of American artistic expression. I'm going to spend the next four months thinking about this, oh geez.
IM LIVING FOR ALL OF THIS
i can’t wait to see some tributes to old hollywood glamour, but i can definitely see the “dressing up as american icons” thing getting almost repetitive… i feel like there’ll be like 3 marilyn monroes
i 100% agree that black tuxes would just look lazy!! one could argue that it’s classic as an american fashion staple but the met gala is such a good way to go out of the box and this theme has SO much to offer— art movements, subcultures, historical eras, iconic people, legendary designers, etc.
my take: not sure who's attending BUT i firmly believe that if meg or lil nas x attends THEY will be the ones to kill denim on denim and everyone else will look like hot garbage
omg yes i could see meg doing a way more elevated and sexy version of something like this and KILLING IT
i feel like nas might do his sparkly cowboy thing bc it would fit the theme,, but i could also see him going out of the box and very femme with something crazy with like a snakeskin gown for the best of both worlds!! i think designers will be lining up to dress him so he’ll look good for SURE
the met gala is like 4 months away but im ready to start making predictions…. might have to start a spreadsheet of what i think ppl will wear
seconding what the anons said about applying to colleges, although it depends a lot on where you live. if you KNOW you're going to community college first you'll just apply there, but most people who i know that applied to universities applied to 4-8. the more colleges people apply to, usually the less sure they are about where they wanna go fgskfhskhskhds
in regards to the college thing, application fees can be Hella expensive, but the enrollment deposits for when you are accepted are ASTRONOMICAL. i had to pay $300 just to say "hey i'm going to your school"
omg that’s ridiculous
btw all this stuff w college applications is made even crazier bc sending apps in is like 75+ usd
damn it’s like that here too, my school had like a $90 application fee, but at least i was only applying to one,, paying that for 10 schools would be brutal
In regards to American colleges, it depends on the person, but most people apply to at least 5. I applied to 11 (but I have major anxiety which led to me somehow convincing myself that I wouldn't get into college despite having the grades for it so I wouldn't go off of my experience lmao) and most of my friends applied to 8 or 9. You typically get into at least 3 or 4 of them, but that really is completely up in the air most of the time because college decisions are usually really hard to predict unless the school has like above a 60% acceptance rate. Hope that helps!
super helpful, thank you!!!