I made a horrible mistake
I made a horrible mistake
WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA TO SAY YOU FOOL YOU WERENT READY!!!!!!!
The entire show of Once Upon A Time is just overwhelmingly White and Straight
Ok... so, sometimes you get the brainrot and the only way to get rid of it is just to... draw it and live with your choices.
Tender (but absurd) objectification below the cut. Lua picks up a new hobby and Julian enjoys being 'used.' This is somehow, entirely Turel's doing. It's not very sexy, it's really just a segment of character interaction and then a funny image I couldn't get out of my head.
You could, if you traced everything back, ascribe this to being Turel’s idea. Of course, he was never so direct – always one to simply hand off a little thing or suggest a little scenario and let your own imagination fill it in and get you into some sort of strange place. But he had been about the palace gardens a fair bit of late, quietly interacting with various people as it suited him to do so – oh just a suggestion about a particularly hearty native plant here, perhaps a gift of a strange seed there, maybe a bit more of an intimate suggestion here or there beyond the garden and it’s many plantings.
You could never figure out why though. Turel’s sense of humor runs so deep it can be as odd as things evolved to live in no light under the greatest pressures of the ocean.
Despite his continual flirting and open nature, it had actually taken Julian a moment to parse what Turel had handed him. Quite a lovely thing in deep red glass with a faint iridescent shimmer of gold and purple. It’s purpose was quite clear with a thought, but by the time Julian had parsed it Turel was already walking away.
“Er… uh… thank y-... Oh… thank you!” Julian managed, before Turel was out of earshot, he could see the quirk of a grin at the corners of Turel’s mouth as he winked at him over his shoulder, waving a little parting goodbye for now.
Julian rolled the thing over in his gloved hands, admiring it’s color, noticing that it had an interesting, hollow shape, almost like a vase, before tucking it in a pocket and heading back up to the palace from his morning constitutional in the gardens.
Lua had been wandering through some of the spring blooms, looking a bit morose from a project just not seeming to go their way at any point. They had been working with Nadia on something in her workshop and just one thing after another kept falling apart, failing to work, or just not seeming to go to plan. They had been so absorbed in the freesias they didn’t hear his soft approach (and, to be fair, one would have to be listening closely).
Turel knew better than to touch them for attention, not wanting to startle them too badly “Lua?”
It did anyway, of course, but they at least didn’t flinch with the benefit of the verbal cue “Ah! Oh… Turel. Hi.”
His gestures are small, but Lua has known him long enough to understand the open gesture, palm up, arm away from him, is inviting them in for a hug, which they accept by pressing themselves against him, nestling in under his pecs a bit. He hugs them tightly in return.
“Frustrated?” The word is a very gentle rumble from his lips.
They nod against him, and he smooths a hand down their back. He can feel an immediate release of tension through their whole body.
Turel holds them for a while, letting them chew through their own thoughts, until they sigh and he lets them step away.
“It’s just not WORKING. Nothing’s working. I’m so frustrated my hands keep shaking and I can’t even hold a screwdriver right.”
Turel nods thoughtfully.
“Taking a break?” He signs.
“Yeah… ‘s not really working though… I can’t take my mind off of stuff.” They sigh resignedly, rubbing their thumb across their knuckles.
“Try something else.” He offers softly, letting them working through their own thoughts. They nod, solemnly.
“I don’t know what though, everything I think of is… well it’s too much of what I do… you know?”
Turel nods and they watch him as he thinks a moment. “Ikebana?”
“Ike...bana… oh! Oh, the floral arrangement. Hm… I guess… I don’t know. I guess it’s the right time of year… for some color… and all… hm.” They fuss a bit at their collar, looking over the blooms in the garden. Turel is never in a hurry for a response, and lets them mull things over a bit “I… I think that’s a good idea. Thank you, Turel.” They look over the flowers, and Turel quietly makes his leave after a gentle touch to their shoulder, reciprocated with a delicate brush of their fingers, lost back in their own thought, but looking with a renewed eye over the colors of spring and something new to mentally chew on.
Turel went about his business, a bit of a twinkle of mischief around the edges, seeds planted for the day.
Lua and Julian had run into each other in the great hall, Lua with a fairly careful assortment of fresh flowers in a pitcher of water, and some other tools in hand, Julian vaguely distracted by the weight in his pocket. They greet each other with warm familiarity, and discuss some of each of their current projects. Lua explains the flowers, but expresses some concern of being unsure what sort of vessel to put them in – it should be aesthetic, but suit the theme… once they figure out the theme... but they’ve not figured anything yet.
“OH! You could use ME!” Julian says, emphatically, hands around Lua’s.
As his brain catches up to his mouth, he goes a bit pink “Oh… I… I mean I have uh… you could…” And he produces the item in his pocket. Lua is a bit skeptical at first, but after a bit of thought.
“Well I… suppose it would work, I don’t need to hold a LOT of flowers, it’s more about what you exclude than what you include… You’ll have to be very still.” They’re lost in the thought of technicality over anything else, this new project now fully on their mind.
He nods, excitedly, “Yes! Yes exactly! Use me Lua!”
They’re not much one to give in to all but the hints of the ways in which he likes to be controlled (that is much more suited to Aleis and Nadia) – Lua can’t be cruel in their words, and is hesitant with physical force, but they have been known to enjoy some of the more theatrical side of things – when they can feel assured it’s light and playful.
“Oh Julian…” Lua says fondly, although a bit reproachfully, kissing his cheek.
“Oh I mean… no that’s what I meant.” He shrugs affably. “Meet you in my quarters?”
“I suppose so… I suppose so.” Lua says with mirth around the edges, going to put away their gardening tools before meeting him upstairs.
He shrugs, “Seems like fun, yeah?”
“Oh… I suppose. Is it odd?”
“Lua. What about us ISN’T odd?”
They nod, hesitantly.
“Please don’t overthink it, Love, you just focus on your flower arranging.”
They nod with more confidence, and head off to get things put away and cleaned up.
Stuff happens... eventually we get here:
(I've had this in the 'wips' folder for months and I need it OUT... and ya'll can have flower vase Julian, please be assured he's having a nice time.)
Your f/o has had a long day and so you decide to prepare dinner for them. What is it that you are making? Is it something you both will enjoy, or are you making seperate meals so you'll each have something you like?
"but aren't you deathly allergic to mangos?" yes
guess who now gets to make at least 2 more batches of homemade chex mix bc her mom got much bigger bags than necessary for the rehearsal dinner favors and the 3 batches of chex mix she made yesterday didn't fill all of them up? when each batch takes over an hour to make? and the first batch just went in the oven at 8:30pm?
Sometimes I just drizzle shower gel all over my body while showering just to feel like a snack
maybe it's even more poetic in a way. more tragic even. to break your family curses, to live in love, to raise children, grandchildren without all that fear of the Things Beyond Your Control, only for your grandchild to be pulled back to the start again, for the lake to finally take its claim. yet he does not respond with despair like you did. yet he tries to make everyone live. yet he tries to fix the past you've killed long ago. and you raised him that way.
made a bangingg dinner: cherry tomatoes, zucchini and beans mixed with tablespoon of balsamic vinegar, herbs (oregano, rosemary) and spices (salt, pepper, garlic, umami spice blend) and into oven for 45mins at 190 celsius. Idk what it is that makes it so good (no, it’s 100% the balsamic vinegar). It’s acidic & sweet and just idk cozy. (The beans didn’t rly add anything bc they don’t rly soak up any flavor but I needed more protein for today)
I,, hate eating in public 🙃
Bench trio try to have fireworks. They fail miserably. Words: 421 Warnings: descriptions of sensory overload and mental breakdowns (the order is tommy, tubbo, then ranboo if you couldn’t tell :])
He tried to ignore how the fireworks set him on edge, made him jump and freeze up. He tried to ignore how the sparks came so close (logically they weren't that close). He tried to ignore the bangs that were so loud they shook the ground and pierced his ears. He tried to ignore how the bangs went through him, how each one filled up his ears and made him weary of the next.
He tried to ignore how his voice shook when he asked if he could go in, how his hands wrung at his shirt. He tried to ignore how he walked a little bit too fast to be polite. He tried to ignore the front door, closer to him and a faster escape, when the back door was unlocked and he wanted to be in the back of the house anyway.
He tried to ignore the slight, imperceptible shaking in his body. No, it wasn't shaking, that was the other times. It was just… an evenly spread feeling of weakness. It came from an adrenaline crash, he knew that. He tried to ignore that he knew that. He tried to ignore how he knew that. He tried to ignore all sorts of unpleasant memories and nasty thoughts making their way back to him.
He tried to ignore how the fireworks reminded him of something else. Those times were in the past. He tried to ignore how his ears picked up more sound than he could handle. He tried to ignore the shame of leaving his husband all alone. He tried to ignore how he saw Tommy walk away as he walked to the door. (He knew it was because he wanted to be alone, because of some mental stuff. That made it worse.) He tried to ignore how he sunk into the couch and didn't want to move once he sat.
He tried to ignore everyone slowly leaving him. He knew this was a bad idea from the start. He knew they wouldn't like them. Okay, they probably appreciated the effort. Or didn't mind the gesture. But fireworks? What was he thinking?
This whole thing would end up a disaster, and it was all his fault. He was to blame. Fireworks were nice, but even he had to admit that to many were repetitive and bland.
Maybe next time he could just get sparklers, poppers, and the parachutes with the little army men. They would probably appreciate the little army men.
Why hadn't he thought of this earlier?
well i did it on twitter already so…classics spice reveal
Why is Titans so dark not like the plot I mean like the literal show I hate the color palette
its sad, its a tragedy, its the loneliness of being