stuff i do in the morning

A request for @xiulric who is very sweet and asked for comfort cuddles. Also I apologize for not being able to hold a conversation I’m a mess of anxiety oxo

I’ve been working on requests in between other stuff I’ve been putting together and i’m not too sure how this turned out to be honest, but it’s 2 in the morning and I have work at 11.

Since we got a few inches of snow last night, I couldn’t resist finding an empty parking lot to do doughnuts in this morning. I’ve always wanted to do that.

Surely I’m not the only mother that does stuff like that after dropping my kid off at daycare. #momscanhavefuntoo 🤘🏼🙌🏼

Today has been A+. Woke up and got little man to his mom’s. He had a fever this morning but his nurse texted and said he’s doing better. I’m guessing we’ll see more teeth soon.

Went back to sleep when I got home. Amazing. I could have slept like 12 more hours. Went out and finally got more of Jay’s formula - there’s been a shortage in the area and yesterday was the last of what we had. We have two more weeks of supplies now. It’s specialized ketogenic stuff that comes through the pharmacy.

Currently eating a cinnamon roll, doing laundry, and watching Netflix. I’m going to take a bath tonight featuring my new Lush stuff, for which I am stoked.

Picking up Jay in two hours, Sarah will be home after that. Going to hang out with the cats and just chill. So nice.

Kept forgetting to mention this earlier but good news; I went to the doctor’s this morning and told my doctor I was trans and he says he’s going to refer me to Nottingham GIC, there’s like a two year waiting list so it’ll be a while before anything else happens on the medical side but it’s the first step.

I like the idea of long distance relationship seungchuchu. Based on this one text post that I can’t seem to find orz…

a little bit about Kevin Day who is also A Massive Loser:

  • feels the need to remind everyone that he’s left-handed 
    • brings out statistics about the pros of being a lefty
    • annoys the shit out of everyone when he constantly complains about hard it is to be left-handed
  • can get ready in the mornings in under 5 minutes to maximize sleeping in time
    • it’d be under 3 if he didn’t brush his teeth
  • holds secret funerals every time his racquet breaks
  • had the weirdest muscle gain/loss after Riko broke his hand
    • lost a ton of muscle on his left side and got built on his right because that’s the one he focused on training the most
  • likes to stand extra tall and look down on Neil when they’re arguing
  • wouldn’t have to eat quite so healthy if he wasn’t on track to giving himself alcohol poisoning
  • once tried to take revenge on Andrew by hiding his chocolate syrup in a higher cupboard
    • so. much. regret.
  • is super judgy about dollar store Exy racquets
    • tests the strings and handle quality as if it’s comparable to his own racquets and looks at them like they’re a disappointment anyways
    • honestly cried that one time Nicky switched out his racquets as a prank
    • (the Foxes couldn’t stop laughing)
    • (Wymack is not paid enough for this)
  • tries to convince Renee to donate to sports-initiative charities
  • went straight from yelling at a Fox to encouraging a six-year-old girl to follow her dreams and make Court
  • once called Abby “mom”
    • the kindest thing Abby could to was pretend she didn’t hear
    • but also sometimes Kevin would wonder what if
  • calls out misogynistic bullshit lightning quick
  • once watched the wrong History Channel while drunk and believed every single word
    • he won’t admit it to the other Foxes, but Kevin definitely thinks aliens built the Great Pyramids
  • does not have the keys for Andrew and Neil’s apartment but keeps banging on the door and leaving voicemails until they finally open the door only to find him carrying bags of fresh vegetables
    • tells them he should be charging their team for his time because Kevin is a fucking a s s h o l e
  • gets his first dog from the shelter and the poor guy’s malnourished and has a missing leg but Kevin skips out on practice to help him heal 
    • when the dog’s healthy and happy Kevin brings him to practices and they play a dangerous version of fetch with Exy balls flung around the court but both of them love it
  • goes to see Wymack at least once a month but spends the whole time complaining about his team’s quality
  • leaves Andrew and Neil angry voicemails after their games, no matter the score
    • leaves them angry voicemails after his own games
    • leaves them angry voicemails after Jean or Matt’s games
    • leaves incoherent fanboy screaming voicemails after Jeremy Knox’s games
    • (they won’t admit it, but Andrew and Neil definitely look forward to these as they’re absolutely hilarious)
  • is able to look at his racquet at the beginning of each game and think, I’m better than he ever was
    • is able to prove it to the world
Sugar Pt. 3 (Luke)



“I wrote the lyrics in Chicago. I was with my dad, and we were listening to the old music where they’d always say ‘sugar’ and ‘honey’ - stuff like that. I was like, ‘Why doesn’t anyone do that anymore?’ - Pete Wentz


“Smells delightful, sugar.”

The soulful scent of fresh herbs wafts through your kitchen, slices of potatoes marinating in a sizzling pan. Warm pieces of bread are sandwiched in their slots on the counter, the slow timer ticking its soft metronome. The early morning  earthly smell of coffee follow its course through a dilapidated kitchen window , its weary hinges rusty with age. You smile when you realise its none of these scents he’s referring to, his nose buried deep in the skin of your exposed neck.

“Luke…” You warn, feeling his mouth leave wet kisses in a string to your collarbone, the soft press of his hands lifting up his knee-length shirt you’d grown so accustomed to wearing in bed.

Luke merely hums in response, licking his way back up to your waiting mouth, your head tilted at an odd angle to meet his eager lips.

“Luke…” You warn again as his tongue pushes past and bumps sloppily with your own, his sporadic moans as sweet and filling as spoonfuls of honey. His hands inch higher this time, nimble fingers prancing excitedly along the lace of your underwear, your thighs pricked with bumps from the cold feel of his palms. “Isabelle is bound to walk in.”

“Nonsense.” He purrs, slipping a finger inside and running it teasingly over the length of your folds. His voice is nothing but rushes of air, silent whispers of lust against your skin. “No offence sweetheart, but based from what I’m feeling, I don’t think you seem to care.”

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Translation of text between Even and Isak - 28.11

Even: That stuff you did in the shower this morning. Really.

Isak: What about it?

Even: Can’t concentrate. I have English class. And a boner.

Isak: Meet me after school and I’ll do it again.

Even: When are you finished?

Isak: 15:35

Even: I’ll wait for you at Kaffebrenneriet then.
Even: Man of my dreams.

Isak: Hahaha
Isak Shut up <3


i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship.

i wish i could be. i wish i was the kind of person who gave up love so freely. but my love is caged in the mason jars of my heart and i don’t give it up easily. i don’t tell the people i love i love them until it’s too late. i don’t do small talk; i stare at my hands and pick the skin around my fingers and try not to tell people that when i was fifteen, i tried to end my life and it’s still hard to wake up some mornings.

i don’t know how to talk about the small stuff. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about the weather or school or my parents. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about anything, really. i don’t know how to get to know someone. i don’t ask the right questions or answer correctly. i go on one date and then i run away because it comes with too much anxiety. i don’t know how to give someone the chance to love me.

all of my relationships– all two of them– have been messy. they’ve drained the life out of me. because when i finally love, i love too deeply. i am invested to the point of obsession, can’t breathe without the other person, infatuated so badly i let them drown me. all of my relationships have drug me under, never rose me up. i think i’m addicted to the pain that comes with fighting for the one you love.

i don’t know. i watch everyone else starting to settle down and i wish it could be me. but i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship. i’m just empty empty empty.

“When you work with a guy like Michael Jackson who when he was late, he was supposed to be in the studio at twelve and he showed up about quarter to one. He felt so terrible  for being late he apologized the whole session. The next day he sent a big giant basket because we’re talking about movies and how much I love movies. So he sent me this giant basket….Oh my goodness, it probably had 100 DVDs. It had popcorn, candy, all kinds of books and movie trivia, all kinds of stuff. Again the card said, ‘I’m very sorry for not respecting your time.”….I would say Mike, what time do you want to start tomorrow? He said, ‘Cory, you’re the boss. You tell me what time. If you want me here seven in the morning, I will be here at seven in the morning.’ He said, ‘You are the boss. Whatever you tell me.’” Cory Rooney


aaron and eric in a modern au.

      in which aaron posts random day-to-day photos on his insta and eric is all about that aesthetic a.k.a they’re happy and all is as it should be.