cause it's late

a little farmers market thing

The op of this post said i could write something based on their headcanon so here it is. to me the story has to go on for this to be anything like interesting but I DON’T HAVE THE TIME OR BRAINSPACE TO WRITE IT so here’s what i wrote, just for fun

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How he can wear flannel in this weather is anyone’s guess.

But Bitty doesn’t mind the way he sweats as he moves carts of ripe tomatoes and bulbous squashes from truck to table. A bead glistens at his forehead, slides down the slope of his nose to linger on the tip of his chin. His arms stretch taut, muscles bunched, around the crates as he hefts them. The mop of dark hair above his eyebrows is damp, misshapen from the press of his baseball cap, discarded at the side of the register. As Bitty watches, a tuft of bangs becomes unmoored from where he’s combed it aside and flops down almost to his eyes. He doesn’t move to dislodge it. Bitty itches to cross the aisle and slide in behind the Zimmermann Farms table, lift one hand and brush it out of the way without a single word.

He bites his lip and looks down at his own table. Really, he should be rearranging the scones or sorting the loaves or something, but every single week, as this “Mr. Zimmermann” (Bitty has no idea of his first name) unloads his wares, Bitty’s reduced to a staring, flushing mess. Nobody ought to look like that. Nobody especially ought to look like that when they’re toting vegetables. It almost makes Bitty want to eat a healthy diet. Or grow green beans. Or something, some excuse to have a conversation with this square-jawed, droopy-eyed farmer who, when he smiles at a customer, makes Bitty’s toes curl up in his sandals. Maybe he should pick up some rhubarb for a pie.

Yes, rhubarb… and it’s a little early in the season for pumpkins, but when fall rolls around maybe he’ll have pumpkins and … and oh dear Bitty is staring isn’t he.

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THOUGHTS FROM A NEW GAY

WHAT A WHIRLWIND NIGHT. So after spending the last few years of my life adamantly believing I was bisexual I have come to the conclusion that I am in fact…GAY AF!! It’s weird because the realisation came so fast and hard that it’s difficult to believe my entire world has pretty much been turned upside down. But once my eyes were opened…they were really opened. 

A lot of my actions and attractions have been so dictated by compulsory heterosexuality that I’ve been living in a deep, deep denial for a long time. But now that I’m finally paying attention I can see all of the things that just didn’t add up. So much of my attraction to men was for the benefit of other people. Or was a way to cope with not being completely comfortable with who I was. It was superficial. But with girls…it’s always been different. I’ve always known I’ve liked girls more. That it’s been more special with them. I thought that was just how it was. And of course maybe it is for some people. But for me, it’s more special with girls because girls are the only people I’m really into. The concept of compulsory heterosexuality is forced upon us from such a young age that you never even realise it’s happening, but it’s there. It’s there and it’s hard to let go of and it’s hard to spot. So I tried and I tried and I willed myself into believing that I liked guys. Because that’s what was expected from me, by my parents, by society, and clearly by myself.  

Right now looking back, it’s honestly laughable that I didn’t realise. Everything about my life and who I am, how I live, is so incredibly and inherently GAY. How did I not see it?! I don’t know. But I’m here now and it feels good.

So basically this is just to say that if you are in my position and have identified one way for years it’s okay to change your mind. It’s okay to experiment with terms and find what’s right for you, what fits. It doesn’t mean you’re betraying bisexuality. It doesn’t mean you were lying. It just means you’re still figuring yourself out.

And let me tell you, when you finally do figure yourself out it’s honestly the best dang feeling in the world.

Shout out to all the people important in this discovery:

@closetedlesbianopinions: calling me out
@clextra: my fellow new gay
Kylie Jenner: She was right, 2016 year of realizing things

Super cliche au where Adrien is a super famous pop singer and Marinette anonymously posts her music on the Internet

I need more friends who I can go out with, cause right now I just have one and I’m pretty sure she’s getting sick of me wanting to go out so much.

anonymous asked:

Okay but whenever that softpaws thing just appears. Some people have Max and Webber with claws. So. Them having to wear softpaws.

SHIT. max is up in the air (altho i believe it) but webber’s claws are 100% canon

oh my go d though

sheith // thawed heart (pt. 1)

Words: 585

Part 1 of a mini-series for the prompt  “I can’t sleep without you here”!

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The door falls closed behind him with a dull thud. Not enough for a loud and boisterous bang like you see in movies. Not enough to for the door to scream in pain and get Keith scolded for behavioural issues. Not enough to drone out the anger and regret coiling in his chest like a rope pulling tighter, tighter, tighter. Hurting where he can’t reach. Choking.

Keith swallows, hard, curls a fist strong enough for his nails to leave behind crescent marks through fingerless gloves, biting like needles but not enough to threaten pain. A reminder putting him back into here and now—to where he is, and to where Shiro isn’t.

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Update: Im still hella cute

Well, I’d put off reading Captive Prince cause I know me and I know that once I start something like that I’m nearly incapable of stopping.

So I read the first two books and 100 pages of the third book before I finally went to sleep at 10:30 last night (…that’s really late for me, I woke up at 3:30 in the morning yesterday morning and at 5:45 today, I work an early morning shift, I know, I used to stay up til 2 AM every night too, that’s not my life now…). I then contrived to read another 130 pages this morning, mostly while sitting at work. After saying I wouldn’t take that chance. I did finally reach a point where it was possible for me to stop so I’m no longer risking my job for this damn thing, so that’s good.

There’s a damn good reason I don’t read long fic except in very specific circumstances, especially long fic with a romantic subplot. I cannot stop until they’re together. UST fucking KILLS ME. All I need is for the relationship to be okay, then I can stop, but as long as everything is train wreck I have to keep reading until it’s no longer a train wreck.

If you ever hear me bitching about UST…that’s why.

listen you guys. im being productvie. im about to proof-read/edit application essays…then send them in..to an advisor wholl advise and edit…listen…im pulling myself together as i type…im going to use nice markers to do this…guys, my friends, fellow internet readers…i am less of a mess