slept in today

Pretty rushed draw of Moon Spirit Mari. There’s a Sun Spirit Adrien to match this but I don’t have enough time to do both atm so here’s more on my Sun/Moon Spirit AU to explain that the spirits are not all fun and games. 

  • Mari and Adrien are the eldest spirits, being around longer than any other in the spirit world.
  • Spirits all fight creatures of malice that roam around Earth to protect humans, it’s their job essentially.
  • They take something similar to job shifts lmfao, Mari fights during the night and of course, Adrien does his work during the day. 
  • Mari has slain thousands of creatures of malice for centuries and is known to share the title of the most powerful spirit with Adrien. 
  • This will make a lot of sense when you guys hear the full moon/sun backstory.
  • The only spirit on par with Mari is Adrien and vice versa. 
  • Mari and Adrien’s power have been widely acknowledged by gods. It’s been speculated that both have the power to become gods, but neither have really took the oppurtunity. 
  • That’s really all for now but the spirits have one more thing they do I have yet to reveal and of course the big backstory. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i can’t stop thinking about how fucking ridiculous periods are like

we have an internal organ that squeezes out its own lining once a month and we just like

take a painkiller, stuff a wad of cotton up our vagina, and go on with our daily lives

is that badass or what

I love it when cats sigh. You know those full-bodied sighs, like “WHOOF, damn, boyo, what an intense day of licking my own tumble-dummy and scooping all the litter onto the floor of the bathroom, wow, it is a LIFE this life, I’d better sleep on you for the next 6 hours to recuperate while your ass falls asleep and you become increasingly desperate to pee”

A kiss

The first time they kiss James feels like a toddler discovering a new world, eyes wide with the astonishment of what it has to offer. He hopes that what he is doing is right - he has been kissed many a times before, true, but never quite like this. It is as if he has forgotten everything he knew before.

Thomas is all softness, but demanding at the same time, guiding where James is unsure and yet molding himself around him, instinctively adapting to James’ insecurity. James can feel him smiling into the kiss when his arms come up to pull Thomas closer. It’s as much daring as he can procure at the moment but it seems more than enough for now.

When they separate again Thomas doesn’t step away, his hands staying on James’ shoulders. He says nothing, simply smiles, and James feels something inside him give way as it never has before.

***

“I never thought you’d be such a chaste kisser,” Thomas laughs as James keeps planting kisses between his shoulder blades. They are in bed, limbs entangled in their sheets but leaving enough bare skin for James to spoil Thomas a little. “Miranda didn’t teach you much, did she?”

James only snorts and kisses Thomas’ back again, this time pulling a little with his teeth. Thomas’ skin tastes faintly of the previous night still, sweat and saltiness and that soft taste that is Thomas’ own. Thomas grins but he wriggles a little close to James, humming under his breath when the kisses grow longer and more forceful, travelling down the entire length of his back.

“She certainly tried to,” Flint finally murmurs and the deep laugh that it draws from Thomas makes his chest vibrate. It always feels like a wave that’s enveloping him, that sound of richness and warmth and he wants to feel himself surrounded by it forever.

***

There is a beard on Thomas’ lips now and for a moment James asks himself once more if he isn’t dreaming all this. But no - the rest of him feels still the same, as incredible as it seems. It is still Thomas, beneath the grime and sweat and the scars, visible as well as invisible, that have accumulated over the years apart. The familiarity makes James’ heart ache, but it is a good ache, like that of a seed pushing its way through what used to be a surface made of nothing but hard rock.

They are both more hesitant and more forceful now, filled with incredulity that this is truly happening. The first kiss is hesitant but grows more desperate and longing soon - neither of them can quite believe that this will last yet, so used are they to fate ripping their happiness out of their hands.

It takes years for them to realise that this time, it truly won’t, that each kiss is a gift that can be given over and over again. As many times as they want.

Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

I like music that's older than I am

A story by a kid avoiding the “born in the wrong generation” phrase

jellyfishdoodler  asked:

I hope you have a lovely day! ( ^🐽^ )

Thank you! 
Slept most of it away today and i’m currently bed ridden because of PAX pox, but i will try to stay productive and get some work done!