You Are Having A Great Week For Sweet Stuff, First The Cake, Now This. You Go Girl! What Flavour Is It?

It’s okay to explicitly call yourself bisexual. Bisexual isn’t a bad word.

Aww, this is adorable! They’re one of my fave couples of all time.

Kai and Irene walk into a hotel room (pre-lost plot) and Kai sulking because there's two beds

Lmao! 😂

Irene: [tries to create a sense of calm by lighting incense, only to find out that the sticks were actually sparklers]

Irene: This is actually painfully on-brand for me.

Some warm poetry, for cold evenings:

Molly Fisk, “Winter Sun” (We can make do with so little / just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.)

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (It is a kind of love, is it not? / how the cup holds the tea.)

Barbara Ras, “Bite Every Sorrow” (You can speak a foreign language, sometimes / and it can mean something.)

Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” (Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.)

Lisel Mueller, “Things” (Even what was beyond us / was recast in our image; / we gave the country a heart, / the storm an eye)

Rabindranath Tagore, “On the Seashore” (The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach / On the seashore of endless worlds children meet)

John O’Donohue, “Matins” (May I live this day / Compassionate of heart / Gentle in word / Courageous in thought)

Wallace Stevens, “The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm” (The summer night is like a perfection of thought. / The house was quiet because it had to be)

Brian Patten, “Inessential Things” (Cats remember what is essential of days)

Emily Dickinson, “Simplicity” (How happy is the little stone / that rambles in the road, alone)

Yi Lu, “Valley’s Green” (flowers like tiny saucers — little bowls — little cups / filled to the brim with their own colors)

Jacques Prévert, “How to Paint a Bird’s Portrait” (When the bird comes / if it comes / observe the most profound silence)

Archibald MacLeish, “Eleven” (Happy as though he had no name, as though
 / He had been no one: like a leaf, a stem,
 / Like a root growing…)

Denise Levertov, “A Woman Alone” (Then / self-pity dries up, a joy / untainted by guilt lifts her. / She has fears, but not about loneliness)

Richard Brautigan, “Your Catfish Friend” (I’d love you and be your catfish / friend and drive such lonely / thoughts from your mind)

Linda Gregg, “The Letter” (I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
 / good care of myself)

Andrew Lang, “Ballade of True Wisdom” (And I’d leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, / For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers)

Ada Limón, “The Raincoat” (my whole life I’ve been under her / raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel / that I never got wet.)

Jorge Luis Borges, “The Just” (These people, unaware, are saving the world)

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” (I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.)

Oh my gosh this is awesome. I really enjoyed it: two of my favourite minor (in the show, but major in my heart) characters interacting together and it was wonderful. Your writing is gorgeous and I can’t wait to read more! Also once and future gay’s analysis was super interesting as well! Thanks for sharing this both of you, it made me very happy.

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for @once-and-future-gay​​ :)

summary: It was only after the third time that Daegal sliced a finger open on the blade of his axe that he started to wonder if Merlin’s plan for him to “learn something new” was actually intended as a punishment.

a/n: This ficlet combines the “Will gives Daegal a woodworking lesson” and “Will and Daegal address what Daegal did to Merlin” sections of @once-and-future-gay​’s headcanon post (original post here; additional thoughts by me here!)  Both of our faves interacting in one fic???  It’s more likely than you think!  

Thank you for all the fantastic fandom conversations, @once-and-future-gay​​!  I know Daegal is your favorite boy (and I know what it’s like to be super invested in a fairly niche character, lol), so here’s a little something with both our guys, for you! <3

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i contacted an auto shop on the costs for fixing up my van that will allow me to finally leave this abusive household i’m in with my kids

the costs are more than i have saved up,

(roughly 1k, i wont really know until i get it down there and they’re done with it)

my ex is gonna help me with what i can’t afford today, but that’ll mean i’m back at square one on affording an apartment and everything i’ll need to buy to furnish it.

so sorry to do this once again but please, anything will help right now to me finally getting out of my ex’s house and into a safe environment where i’ll also be able to work more

paypal: imposterwarp@gmail.com (spiral scribbles is the name on it)

cashapp: $sinisterspiral

venmo: kashebu

thank you, please boost! i’ve been living in hell for 11 ½ years. i’m so close to freedom…!

The Serenade, by Federico Andreotti (1847-1930)

Ooh, I bloody love crumble.

My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious

This is so sweet! I love them as a long established couple but still being fabulous.

Li Ming x Ao Shun with 66? Because like you I also cant stop thinking about them.

“Do not tickle me.” Ao Shun sleepily muttered into his pillow (black silk, obviously). Li Ming stretched and groaned and curled up against his side, reaching for him again and sliding his fingers over Ao Shun’s back to wrap an arm loosely around his hips, pressing his face to the dark hair spilling across the covers.

“That wasn’t the intention.” Li Ming replied, nestling against him, eyes barely half open, intending on allowing himself to slip back to sleep for half an hour more if he could. Maybe an hour, there was nothing too pressing to deal with, and he’d showered before going to bed.

He’d returned late, had a long and very hot shower to work out the aches of travelling, and crawled into the bed that Ao Shun was already occupying, reading underneath the light of a solitary lamp.

He’d been too tired for much more than crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, his side of the bed if they were in the same world (he always slept closest to the door, a constant protector, even at night), and had been asleep before Ao Shun had even wished him goodnight, or hello for that matter.

“Good morning.” Ao Shun said, now that he was a little more awake, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted to hold Li Ming and he kissed the top of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” It was always the same response. He always slept better when he knew that his partner was less than an arms reach away.

The finest beds, thick and plush mattresses of feathers, large enough to fit a half dozen people in it and probably a few pets as well, and they always ended up pressed against each other. Curled around one another, bodies touching, even when it was a hot night, they still would sleep close, fingers brushing when the heat became too much to tolerate. Li Ming may run cold, but Ao Shun ran hot and it quickly became uncomfortable for Li Ming to be wrapped up in what felt like a furnace to him.

Ao Shun smiled. “Good, you were exhausted last night, you work too hard mon etoile.” Li Ming tilted his face up to smile at him with sleep hazed eyes. “Oh… you forgot to wash your eyeliner off. Hold still, I need a picture of this.” Li Ming huffed and rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over his head.

“I am going back to sleep.”

“Lí…” Ao Shun softly said. “My raccoon.” Li Ming sat up and glared at him.

“We are not making this a thing.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown as he got up and padded toward the bathroom on warmed tile floors. “I am not a raccoon, I was just tired.”

“I know you were, love. Come back to bed and there will be no more mention of your resemblance to adorable little creatures.”

“I am taller than you.”

“Barely-there-resemblance. Come back to bed, please.” Li Ming sighed.

“Just because you asked me nicely.” 

Lí means raccoon, which is exactly what I needed to find out today and made me do the happy hand flappies

Rosie

Rosie is the relatable woman we all have a bit inside of us. She's funny, down to earth and loves snacks. She easily gets her heart broken but is always loyal to her friends. She's also independent and a great person to have at parties. But is also happy with a takeaway catching up.

Sounds like me tbh, snacks all the way!!!!

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Quiz: Which character from Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again are you?

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