Hahahaha just spent like three hours hanging out with the girl I like and am deliriously happy!
She is straight. And doesn’t know I’m bisexual.
OH THE HELL WELL *does a frenzied dance*
I love the spectrum of human emotions. There are those crushes where everything is wildness and misery and you wake up in the night being unnecessarily melancholic and feeling like oh shit, I’m a disgusting human being, why am I so desperate and pathetic WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME. And then there are those crushes where the tiniest bit of proximity buzzes up through your ribs and lights you on fire and when you’re close enough to see the color of their eyes your palms get tingly with sweat and your feet itch and everything is physical. And then there are those crushes where just looking at their smile makes your heart twitch like its own animal and your emotions turn to butter and caramel, and where you are so happy they are alive and on this planet that you don’t even care if they return your feelings. You just want them to be happy. And if they’re nearby, safe and themselves and happy, you are happy too.
this is the third kind
and it is fun.
((Some crushes are all three. Those are the ones that scar.))
Well, I was going to upload an audio file but google-fu failed me for an m4a to mp3 converter. So this.
It’s a piece from near the end of one of my favorite games. It’s beautifully peaceful, with a bit of haunting thrown in for good measure, and quite honestly, although it is not my usual cup of tea as far as music goes, I absolutely love it to bits. It’s one of those few songs that, if it comes up on shuffle, I will never skip. I wish I could quantify exactly why.
And now, to be productive, where being productive translates as falling into the fanfic pit until 3am.
Anon's prompt: "Cora and Rumple run away together, and Rumple deals for Belle to be the nanny of their child."
AN: For the life of me, I cannot find the prompt for this, but I really, really wanted to write it, so here you are, anon.
“Belle,” Regina sniffled. “I want Papa.”
Belle smiled tenderly at the little dark-haired girl, cuddling her closely. "He’ll be back soon, I promise,“ She picked up a brush and began to comb it through Regina’s dark locks. "And if I know your father, he’ll have a treat for you!”
Regina beamed happily, her mood already improving. But before the little girl could be completely contented, Cora entered the nursery.
“What on earth is she wearing?” She snapped at Belle who stiffened in response. “Breeches? She’s a girl, not a farmhand.”
“We went riding today, milady,” Belle said evenly. “I was never taught sidesaddle.”
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me,” Cora said coolly. “See that she’s changed properly so she can at least feign the appearance of a lady before her father returns.”
In honor of the fact that I have hit 2.5k followers, and that, transitively, changed my url back to ‘wankerbatch,’ I’ve decided to host(?)/have blog awards so I can bring attention to some fantastic blogs/followers who have helped me get this far.
I will be adding and creating an updates tab on my blog for the sole purpose of this