Diamondcatt—General

Moved by the voices of everyone who dared to go on this journey together ,

They found light in one another.

For they were never meant to come back ,

And so they kept moving forward ,

Leaving behind one single message :

Curious pebble (2/?)

My sister: 👀

Me: … you wanna ID some mushrooms with me?

My sister: yea-

Also my sister: *gets distracted by so many things, it takes us around an hour to get to actually IDing(?) some mush[insert that trademark something or other thingy here]*

Me, when we finally get to IDing some mushes: so, what’s your final conclusion?

My sister: … I wanna eat it- 🙂

(Important note: the mush I’ve found, I’m a solid 99.99% certain is a meadow mushroom, which is, in fact, edible.. it’s just been growing in some mildly horrific spots—pls someone tell me, Y grow in poop? Y like poop? At least it not a dead body or something, right??? 🤧 All signs been pointing to Meadow Mush, but the closest thing I got to a mycologist was a botanist, botanist said “use yer brochure ‘n the internet- 🫡” and brochure is like “this brochure is for beginners, this not the end-all be-all kinda thing- 🤧”)

Our parents—who are arguably justifiably paranoid about wild mush—unanimously, and synchronically, if they could: 0-0 Not on my watch. 0-0

My sister: … 👀

Me: … 👀

My sister: *starts trying to put the mush—RAW—in her mouth* 🥱

Me: 😱 NO! (My mind: 🚨 never eat a mush raw, 😭 that the rule! 🚨)

My sister, when she realizes our arguably justifiably paranoid parents are people we still have to listen to, even when we’ve well-surpassed the age of 18, and we still can’t eat our wild mush:

Me, when we get to my currently favorite part—cuz this the only thing we’re allowed to do with these more than likely edible mush vs our arguably justifiably paranoid parents: … Wanna make Mush Art? 👀

My sister: yeah, okay.

Me: Okie, pick your favorite mush specimens! 🤩 (I gave her a group to examine and said “these are your specimens, I tried to pick the best ones of the bunches, here’s your mildly flimsy Mush ID brochure, and the internet, go do some mycology, my fellow self-declared mycologist-”)

So, Mush Art Part 2, here is my sister’s Mush Art: we used more than one for this one, I’m rather proud of it

Also me, who hasn’t had a proper crush since middle school and hasn’t planned to properly date anytime soon: 😑

Meanwhile, my mind, still spitting poetry/prose on a random Wednesday afternoon, like I might actually be a bit of a yearner:

I confess,

I’ve never been the type to garden,

I don’t think I have a green thumb,

And I’m not one for flowers…

But lately,

Your tulips have been on my mind.

My mind: … I came up with a new one, too—

Me: oh boy-

My mind: wanna hear it? (It’s not really poetry this time, tho 🤧)

Me, who doesn’t have a choice: n-no—

My mind:

“You don’t look good in those pants.”

“Is that so?”

😏

👀

Ryland who tastes of a different flavored Skittle each time you kiss after returning home. The tangy, synthetic fruit flavor invades your taste buds as your tongue swipes against his bottom lip, challenging you to guess which color he had last.

Ryland who tastes of minty toothpaste when he joins you in bed and gives you a goodnight kiss. His fresh breath mingles with yours, momentarily clearing your sleepy daze as his lips press lazily against your own.

Ryland who tastes of Rocky ;) Road ice cream when you kiss him just to prove your point after he insisted that his choice of ice cream flavour is better than yours. The sweet chocolate and saltiness of roasted nuts from his scoop mix with your own flavors as your tongue brushes against his cold one. “Mine’s better” you claim once you pull back, the rich creaminess still lingering on your tongue.

Ryland who tastes of you when he pulls up to kiss you after eating you out. The heat of his mouth forces you to taste your own release, combined with the warmth of his saliva, making your head spin.

evil morty s9: *uses Rick to defeat enemies he couldn't take down on his own*