Picked up some mini prints today!!
They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.
- the lovely tour guide who promised me a custom drawn travel mug????? he actually gave me one????? i love it?????? he is a wonderful person???????
- a lil group of people showed up with a cool lantern, and i was like, “hey nice lantern,” and THEY were like, “do you want it?” and i was all UMM YES?? and they said that if i have something cool to trade i can get it, it’s for a challenge they’re doing… and i kept thinking WHAT DO I HAVE THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH TO TRADE BUT NOT SO PRECIOUS I CANNOT GIVE UP… so i ran over to my house to grab the rainbow unicorn drawing because if there is anything i can make lots of it’s unicorn drawings. i have a cool lantern now
- selfie level hard mode ft. teeny ice tea because i worked 10 very busy hours and deserve to treat myself
Buckball Season has Rainbow give up her place on the team because she acknowledges that Fluttershy is better, but she goes way overboard and gets competitive and demanding because she’s not great at understanding that other ponies aren’t like her. Rainbow’s genuinely trying to be nice and to support Fluttershy and Pinkie with all her heart but she’s just not going about it the right way.
That’s just… it’s so much better and more nuanced than when they decide that Rainbow is just an asshole who hurts other ponies for fun.
Y'all I went to New York Pride today and I have literally never been in such a fiercely positive environment before. Like… Random strangers were smiling, waving at and complimenting each other. I had multiple strangers smile at my rainbow flag. Someone winked at me. A lovely trans lady gave me a beaded necklace because I wasn’t colorful enough.
I ended up giving away my rainbow flag because I’d get into so much trouble for bringing that home, but while it was in my hand I felt like the happiest person on the planet.
TW: mentions/aftermath of abuse — And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess Dream, Imagine Dragons
[Simon: 1:30am] Baz, I need you.
[1:31am] I’m on my way now.
The world is screaming.
Baz is a block away from Simon’s house when the headlights catch someone stumbling down the sidewalk, and illuminates a familiar thatch of bronze curls. Simon lifts his head, he has a black eye and a cut on his lip, but he’s still in one piece.
Baz is out of the car within seconds.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” Baz slides an arm around Simon’s waist and guides him to his car.
“He knows,” Simon murmurs. “I’m dead, Baz. He’s going to kill me. He fucking knows.” His words are stumbling over each other.
“Simon, I’m not going to let him.”
“How?” he asks desperately. “You haven’t been able to stop him before.”
And Baz feels like his being torn apart, because he hasn’t tried to stop David. He’s always there for the aftermath, not the prelude.
Baz brings a hand up to cup Simon’s face and gently traces his thumb along the edges of the dark bruise beneath his right eye. Simon pulls back from Baz’s touch and drops his gaze to the floorboard.
“Simon, look at me.”
He does, and Baz’s heart breaks because the liveliness in his eyes is gone, he doesn’t look like the Simon that was at his house earlier. He has cracks in him.
“I want to give you the world, Simon Snow,” Baz whispers into golden curls. “Because that’s what you deserve.” His fingers lightly trail over fading and fresh bruises, his lips following suit. He knows he can’t kiss them away, but he can sure as hell try.
The world is quiet, and Baz almost convinces himself that everything can stay like this, Simon tucked in his bed where bruises can heal and the fortress walls around them are impenetrable.
Grey morning light filters into the kitchen, washing Simon away and replacing his skin with prominent, purple bruises. Baz can’t tear his gaze away from the one under Simon’s eye, so he busies himself with boiling some tea.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Baz says softly. “I should’ve known something was going to happen.”
Simon shrugs and shifts his attention to a yellow finch outside in the birdbath. “S'fine, I’m used to it.”
“That’s the problem, Simon. You shouldn’t have to be used to it.” Baz fills up two mugs with tea and sets one down in front of Simon.
Simon opens his mouth to argue but promptly closes it and drops his gaze to the tabletop. It’s a rich dark color, and incredibly posh, like everything else in Baz’s house.
“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “It’s just my life, if I could change it I would.”
Baz runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to see that how your dad treats you isn’t normal. It’s not something that should happen regularly.”
“Daddy said David Snow hurts Simon because he has a really nasty drinking problem.” A voice suddenly says.
“Shut up, Mord, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Baz hisses.
A wicked smile plays it’s way onto Mordelia’s lips . Her cold, slate eyes flicker from Simon to Baz before she spins around on her heel and waltzes out of the kitchen.
Baz turns to Simon. There are tears rolling down his cheeks.
Simon shuts down fast, he’s hollowing himself out, and all of his walls come crashing down at once. His façade splits in two, and Baz is more than willing to try and piece it back together, piece him back together.
“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling Simon against his chest. “You’ve been so strong, love, and I want to get to a place where you don’t have to be anymore.”
Iris gave me a heart attack this morning cause I couldn’t find her. Then I looked under her hide. Guess who’s getting ready to shed? And it’s only been a month since I got her and she had just finished shedding too!