I. I think i know what they mightve done to make the site crash, but to do that I need prior info that i do not currently have???
Bc i knew the desk top version had different eye burning recolor layouts and stuff like canary and classic, ect. But uh. I dont think mobile had them??? I can confirm tumblr mobile doesnt have Canary atm which is the Only pallete option name i remember from desktop but uhhhhhhh
Idk if this is new. But mobile has two new(to me anyway) color options. Gothic Rave and. Pride.
I have Pride selected. If u saw my last post about the newest annoying notif bar being really dark, well, you'll be happy to know its now my favorite* color: hot pink (*sarcasm)
always a bee.
Alright so earlier I was thinking about them cohabitating, and then of course I was thinking about their apartment and what a significant decision it would be for them to decide when to move out of it, and how that decision would come with certain connotations if they decide to get a bigger place.
So when their lease is coming to an end, nearly a whole year in the little apartment already behind them, they'd talk about it.
Even though Mickey feels like that year dragged, he can admit that it did have its highlights, some happy moments and overall positives. It’s the first place they ever lived together that actually felt like theirs. Ian got to regularly use the gym and the garden and really nurture his hobbies. Mickey got to take advantage of the fact that he could bring home a cat and not have to consult anyone else in the house about it besides Ian and like, that rules pretty hard. They learned how to really navigate each other and how to be together without the pressures of being in prison or surrounded by eternally present family members. And the rent is a drop in the bucket compared to what they bring home each month, a fact Mickey still has trouble wrapping his mind around even though they’d been at it for over a year now with their business, diligently saving up for whatever was coming next.
For how heavily-laden the pro side of the list may be, Mickey can still count several cons. He mainly still just takes issue with the daily pressure he feels from his surroundings, walking through his neighborhood to go grab a fucking sandwich or something feeling like he’s got a neon sign over his head indicating that he isn’t from around here, that he doesn’t give a shit about trying to act like he’s from around here, that he’s still pretty rough around the edges. And his husband likes him that way, thank you very much, but he sometimes longs for those times when that inherent roughness didn’t make him feel so misplaced. His life on the South Side had its issues, but it felt like home. The West Side still doesn’t feel like home. And as much as the apartment itself feels very much like their space, the lease was only signed by Ian. Mickey isn’t even on it. He’s gotten over harboring any resentment towards his husband over it after they’d talked about it to death, apology after apology after apology battering down his doubts and fears that his husband had really just wanted to move on without him. But despite the endless conversations about it, even though they “worked through it,” it was still a sensitive issue.
But it was also the place where they decided to expand their family, newly adopted cat notwithstanding. This is where they lived when they finally concluded the parenthood conversation, came to a decision with no more loose ends left behind after sitting at the little kitchen table that Mickey had picked out online and nursing stupid fucking four-dollar beers and being so painfully earnest with each other about it, the most split open Mickey had ever felt in his life. It was fucking terrifying. But he wanted to do it. They both did. And truthfully it was never a matter of want, anyway. So Ian did what he does and helped him “work through it,” helped him address his fears and put his mind at ease. And now here they are, loose ends tied up on that conversation when there is another very important one to be had.
So they talk about it. It would happen over dinner at their little kitchen table, a decidedly fine place for significant life decisions to be made. Ian hesitatingly points out that their lease is ending soon, trying to gauge where Mickey’s feelings are on staying in the apartment. And Mickey figures there’s no point in lying about not wanting to stay, even if it means hurting Ian’s feelings a little, figuring maybe his husband thinks a bit more time on the West Side is good for them somehow, helping them grow or whatthefuckever. But he tells him the truth. And Ian beams. Because he also wants to get outta here. Maybe get some place bigger, ya know? The implication of that isn’t lost on Mickey, knowing that a bigger home means more space for, well. A kid or two, maybe. If they want. Which they do.
And who wouldn't be nervous at the idea? But Mickey is also so overcome by how much he feels for his husband in that moment, the relief of being on the same page about something so important making him blow out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. And that night they lie side-by-side in bed as they scroll through real estate apps, looking at homes in neighborhoods they actually give a shit about, somewhere they’d be comfortable and happy. And with their steady income they can buy a place, something that never even seemed within the realm of possibility for them. Mickey can't even fathom it, confused when Ian shows him a listing on his phone for a place that's for sale, and Ian reminds him that they make money, they've saved, they can do this.
They'd check out open houses, go to showings with that realtor Tami recommended, until they settle on a place with a couple of bedrooms and a decent-sized back yard on the South Side. And like, is this regressing? Somehow? After all this growth? It's a valid concern I guess but nah, growth is still going to happen here and there's nothing wrong with living and raising your kids in a neighborhood you give a shit about.
So they'd move. And think about next steps, waiting for the right time to make some moves towards growing their family somehow now that they've got this house with this other empty bedroom just waiting to have some life and movement in it. And it would feel weird to be back in more familiar territory after a year in the apartment, but that's fine. Because it also just feels really fucking good to be doing what feels right for them, what makes them happy.
i just came back from the beach and i feel absolutely FANTASTIC!!!!!!!! drifting away from the safety float line in the sea is amazing. the water is amazing. it's been exactly two years since i've last let myself go in a big body of water and i had missed it so incredibly much. i teared up a little while i was floating. i'm so grateful for being here again, thankful for being able to swim, and for my salty skin that soaks up the sun rays
I mean think of how awful it must have been for Pink, in the aftermath of hurting Pink Pearl, to see her washed out and stiffly posed, being piloted by White Diamond. Her best friend with her face still cracked and not even herself any more. Talk about adding more trauma to the trauma
omg i’m scared to be in the public 👁……..
thinking about how underrated itafushikugi is as a ship. they’re soulmates your honor.
okay but Misha riding a horse is a fucking mood
it's 2021, we have the ability to deepfake people and yet creating a beatle wig that does not look like a badly cut, literal mop from 1964 is apparently still a challenge
wig stylist.... wig. stylist.
did they not turn up then or
Sharing this here bc I'm very proud of it n i can't wait to finish doing the linocut so I can stamp it on a shirt
okay we’ve moved like less than half our stuff BUT we are in the apartment!! my brother came by in the evening and helped us haul the mattress in plus some extra boxes; we got him Thai food as a thank you; we unpacked most of our dishes and ran the dishwasher (DISHWASHER!!); and I went for a fucking SWIM and jumped straight into the 7ft part of the pool and oh. oh this is so unbelievably glorious. I have apartment impostor syndrome; I can’t believe they actually let us live here. and I get to sleep in my own goddamn bed tonight and oh. oh I am so happy
anyways thinking about how pynch have such a beautiful relationship based on mutual trust and respect, and though they have/are facing problems it is never a question that they love and care for each other so much and are actively trying to build a good life together. thinking about how the two of them are fiercely protective for each other but never try the limit the other in any way, even if they disapprove. thinking about how they’re helping each other grow. it’s never really manipulation or orders or commands with them; it’s making choices and respecting them. it’s adam making time to help ronan wake up his father’s dreams. it’s ronan’s silent support after persephone’s death. it’s adam pressing charges to save ronan. it’s adam explaining to ronan why bryde is a bad idea, pleading with him to understand himself because he knows it’s important that ronan does. they are not only in love but they are also good for each other!!
daily seb 093/365
I do not fucking understand anything shit is actually going nominally good for me for once and I just want to die. Like I'd been feeling better than I had for as long as I can remember earlier this year, from p much february until july, grinding work and school and shit and now the grinding comes to fruition, I got promoted and have a hot shit meme position and title and relatively hot shit meme pay and almost instantly I'm back to constantly wanting to off myself
The concept of Kaz/Jesper is sending me like. I'm sorry that you had to have unrequited feeling Jesper that sucks but. Uh. You do realize that would have been a nightmare relationship right?
gummy bears new favorite candy
(this is a vent post, ignore it if you want)
yall ever just
realize that you're getting worse but don't know how to help yourself so you just rot away in bed
yeah me too lol