sorry for laxing

Happy Niall’s Day!! (I mean st patty’s day..)

this is just a soft reminder that I love each and every one of u so much and I’m sorry I’m so lax with fics lately, I promise I’m gonna try to write more (shut up tay, you always say that) yeah but this time I mean it!!!

Also!!! requests are always open so feel free to keep sending me you’re creative, wonderful ideas. I’m gonna write a fic tomorrow and post it either tomorrow night or Sunday, so let me know if you’d prefer a tyler or josh fic!!

Lastly, pls check out my matty fic that I worked very hard on; it’s posted below!!

Ok that’s it, ily all, be safe, drink water to avoid st. patty’s day hangovers, listen to robbers for a happy soul, goodnight ✨

  • teacher: where's your homework
  • me: listen up larry was just fucking spotted at LAX together and I was looking for hq pictures okay I've been waiting 3 years for this fucking shit just let me have my moment I don't have fucking time for homework when they are sitting on a plane together like its 2012 again
  • teacher:
  • me:
  • teacher:
  • me:
  • teacher: schools canceled larry is real
  • me: squaadddd

I’m sorry for being so lax with the garden updates this summer.  I might not be blathering on about it here, but things are definitely happening out there!  I started holiday ornament season early this year (July!), specifically so I wasn’t burning the late-night oil in early September (my usual downfall).  My garden got a tad bit neglected, but not in a bad way.  We, once again, have way more tomatoes than anyone could possibly need, and the cucumber harvest was impressive to say the least.  Onions did better than usual, garlic was pitiful.  

I booked this weekend for gardening only (though I did squeeze in an impromptu trip to the flea market early this morning), and I’m glad I did.  There’s so much to do, not only in the beds, but in the kitchen too.  None of this delicious food will go to waste.  I’m also contemplating squeezing in a few more broccoli plants and beets too, though it may be too late.  Can’t hurt, especially because the weather is completely unpredictable anymore.  73 degrees on Christmas last year means this lady is gonna roll the dice and plant brassicas and root crops in late August.  I’m also popping in another few rows of snap peas where the cucumber vines were living (up until I yanked them all today), just to see if we can eke out any pods before it gets too cold.  Wishful thinking?  Probably.  But one can dream.  How’s your garden?

Wake up.
Brush your teeth.
Brush your hair.
Spend a while staring at yourself in the mirror.
Use a tube of mascara like a weapon, a dagger.
Slip your feet into those high heels
that make your ass look tight.
Call him.
When he doesn’t answer, call him again.
Put the phone down. Go about your day
counting the minutes.

Later, go to the bar.
Wave when you see him.
Watch him touch another girl.
Pretend she is you, pretend you don’t love him so fiercely,
then pretend you don’t care.
Drink your beer.
Drink another.
Take a taxi home and call him from your pillow
at 3:00 a.m.
When he doesn’t answer, put yourself inside a box.
Tape it up.
Poke holes in it so you can breathe.
Slide it under the bed and let the duvet drop to the floor.
Forget about it.
Forget that you live in a box. Forget who did this to you.

Wake up.
Brush your teeth.
—  Lucia Akard, Wake up

By the time Dylan made it to Palmetto State University he was exhausted. He had gotten up early to catch his flight out of LAX but, of course, it had ended up being delayed. Which meant that by the time he got to Dallas Texas for his layover he had already missed his connecting flight. And, of course, the next flight to South Carolina wasn’t until late in the evening. The time trapped in the airport allowed him to reply back to all of the messages that were clogging up his phone from the night before and the going away party he had missed, but it left him in a bad mood.

He eventually pulled up to the Foxhole Tower in the cab he had procured from the airport. He hadn’t bothered to bring his car from California, it was too much of a hassle when he could just by a new one here. It was already dark out by the time he found himself lugging his large duffel back and even larger suitcase up to the third floor.

He silently hoped that he was late enough that everyone was already settled in and he could just slip into his room and skip introductions until tomorrow. The long trip had made him tired and also given him ample time to think about what was in store for him this coming year. He was excited to play Exy of course, especially since he was going to have the chance to play as a backliner again, but that was about the only thing he was looking forward too. He especially wasn’t looking forward to living in such close quarters with his teammates- he knew he would hardly have a chance to decompress and just be himself.

Dylan tried to move silently down the hallway towards 319. Unfortunately, his suitcase snagged on the carpet of the hallway as he tried to roll it forward and fell from his hand with a loud, alerting thud. Well, if everyone hadn’t been aware that he had just arrived, they sure were now.