(he/it) (adult) follow my art blog @writing-biting-art, profile pic by @i-am-a-living-god, surprisingly a full adult. delighted that the last couple of years of adulthood haven't been a fluke and that I'm here to stay.
let's see how long this one lasts, shall we folks?
hi, sol here. short for solaris! you can also call me pep or peppermint. he/it pronouns
my vent posts are rebloggable because I love attention :3
my art blog: @writing-biting-art
my instagram (infrequent updates cause I forget about it: writing_biting
my ao3: writing_biting
my bluesky (empty. untouched. unused. completely barren): writing-biting.bsky.social
my fucking. x account (i don't. use this one either): Writing_Biting
if for some reason you want to find me on wattpad: writing_biting
you can also find me! on quotev! I don't post there tho: writingbiting
"Actually, I'm just here for your rottmnt au." said nobody ever. here's its blog though (hasn't been updated in a while): @feathers-and-petals
Rant and memes under the cut:
i'm confident in my ability to write and draw, but sometimes you'll catch me dropping some banger story analysis (i don't usually bother cause i assume everyone already noticed the underlying themes and that the stuff i see is just obvious). my specialty is starting things and not finishing them. I never fall in love, but i sure do fall out of love a lot!
my mouth filter is permanently fucked up, and i am so so tired all of the time except when i'm enthusiastic and volatile!
I love words and their definitions, i love every color of the sky except that fucking post, i love space and i love the ocean. I will talk about fandoms i know nothing about, and i do want to hear about your blorbo. If i didn't respond its because i got eaten by the vortex. it happens multiple times a day, so be ready for that. never be afraid to follow up on something later, because if you don't i might take multiple years to respond! yes, seriously.
I love blocking people! I'll do it over basically nothing and it's lots of fun! it's called curating your online experience babyy. im here to have a good time!
every once and a while ill go through the entire tag of something and reblog posts until i hit my post limit. it's lots a fun and youre along for the ride! (I try to throw some of them in the queue but ehh)
now! prepare yourself for a sequence of banners that are the entire reason I made this post (as in. i made a pinned post just so i could have cool banners)
Please note, the banners were chosen on vibes alone and also i love lying.
Ended up making a bunch of images so that the Caine banner I stole off @/hugsohugs would have friends. Oopsie
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opened the comments on a post and tumblr somehow had a half written comment already autofilled from the last time I saw that post. which was at least two years and several computers ago. what does this site's back end look like
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tomodachi life pim and charlie spawned a baby and i had the greatest idea within my area of expertise (random baby acquisition). theres some doodles of her below the cut as well as her mii
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When someone works from home their annoying insufferable coworkers quickly become your irritating podcast you can’t turn off. And that’s beautiful . And I’m in hell
your average white cishet man should frankly not be allowed to speak without written permission from a woman or queer or smth. Never in my life have I heard such stagnant, unimpressive, unimaginative, limited, pedantic argumentation put into actual words with someone’s actual mouth as if they think they’re saying something important. As if my fiance just doesn’t understand when she doesn’t agree instead of the reality which is that you’re using pedantry to try to appear smart but clearly do not know what you’re talking about. and have maybe never actually thought deeply about it in your life.
This is like a youtube comment come to life. We gotta kill this guy yall
I do not believe transition will inherently make someone’s core personality less annoying but sure yknow what maybe it’ll bring em a new perspective. so, you’re welcome to try I guess
This is just a short piece about Dean coming out to Sam kinda which I'm not even gonna title or put in my masterpost or even tag other than with my writing tag, whoever manages to see it will see it.
Dean had developed- habits, being on the road on his own for a while. He only really recognized the pattern when Sam joined him, the two of them cramped up in small motel rooms that left little privacy, constantly together, dining and sleeping and sitting side by side in the car. Dean started becoming a bit frustrated, even though he had spent most of his life in this claustrophobic co-dependency. Had preferred it that way, really.
But then there was the flirting. The most natural thing to him, only he’d never told Sam about how he would kiss men when he was one too many bottles down, because why did his brother need to know that? But that meant the flirting became this thing they didn’t talk about. Dean found it rolled off his tongue too easily to contain quickly enough, leaving it hanging in the air and pretending his blood wasn’t pounding in his ears.
And sure, most diner waiters were technically waitresses, but the occasional unruly-haired college kid would set down their coffees and smile that big teasy grin of his that was so common among them - for the tips, Dean knew - and Dean had to clear his throat to keep from smiling back too hard. With women it was easier. They would roll their eyes at him, knowing this was all an act with no follow up, and Dean would leave feeling at least a little bit lighter. Sam’s presence was ever so present whenever they had male waiters.
And those scrawny kids were usually not even Dean’s type, but who was he to be ungrateful for a pretty smile and batting doe-eyes.
“Oh, I smell pancakes,” Sam said on a too early Monday morning in a rainy Seattle, entering the diner with too much pep in his step if Dean had to be honest. “And fresh coffee.”
“Likely thing for a diner to have,” Dean muttered, earning himself a laugh. Nothing was going to rain on Sam’s parade apparently.
“Hi, welcome in.” The waiter, a guy of about 25, smiled lazily at them from behind the counter. The diner wasn’t busy, so he was fiddling with something Dean couldn’t see. “I’ll be right with you. Take a seat, any seat.”
Sam led the way, which gave Dean an opportunity to glance back at the waiter. He looked… good. Burly with a beard, with something easy going about him. He swallowed thickly and sat down in the booth Sam had chosen, taking the seat so that he could see the entire diner. He deserved a treat on a fucking Monday morning.
“Gentlemen.” The waiter was approaching them with menus. “Can I tempt you with a cup of coffee while you look over our extraordinary options?”
Sam grinned. “Yes, please. Just a regular coffee for me. With room for milk.”
“And you.” He turned his soft brown eyes to Dean. “The same or would you like some sugar? Although I can’t say you’re not sweet enough on your own.”
Dean choked on his own spit and the guy, whose name tag read ‘Alex’, placed the menus on the table and disappeared, returning only seconds later with a pitcher of water and a glass. “I’m sorry. Too much?”
“N-no, I- I’m fine.” Dean coughed again, trying to restore some dignity. “Uh, yeah, the same. Please. And thank you. For the water.”
Alex smiled. “You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with your coffees.”
Sam shot him an amused look once they were alone. “You okay?” he asked with a laugh.
“I’m sure awake now.” He took a sip of his water, eyes on Alex’s retreating back.
“Not used to being complimented by guys, huh?”
If you only knew, Dean didn’t say. “Just wasn’t prepared for it first thing in the morning.”
“You do look kind of half asleep, actually.”
“Great.”
“But I can see how someone might think you’re cute.”
“Sam, please shut the hell up.”
Sam laughed again, so cheery, so comfortable. “I’m just saying. If that was a woman you would be soaking it up.”
Dean grabbed the menu and hid behind it. Leave it to Sam to overanalyze him as soon as he was caught off guard. “God, I hope they have pies.”
“We do, actually.” Alex had returned, carrying their two coffees and a small pitcher of milk on a tray.
Dean perked up. “You do?”
“Of course. Apple, cherry, even rhubarb.”
“He’ll have apple.”
Alex turned toward Sam. “You know him well, huh?”
“He’s my brother and he’s predictable.” Sam’s smile was a little too smug.
Dean narrowed his eyes, not liking the way his face suddenly felt hot. “Guilty as charged, I guess.”
Alex wrote something down in his notepad. “So that’s one apple pie. What would you like?”
When he left, Dean felt he couldn’t look Sam in the eye for some reason. Sam - oblivious or not, Dean had yet to decide - poured milk into his cup and stirred, taking a little too long, being a little too loud. Dean sipped his milk-less coffee, burning his tongue in the process. “So,” he said when Sam had finally stopped stirring. “Any theories?”
Sam craned his neck toward the bar. “About him?”
“What? No, about the case. Why would I be asking for theories about him?”
“I don’t know. You seem overly tense around him. And you haven’t stopped glancing up since he left.”
“I have not. Have I?” He suddenly felt unsure.
“Yeah, dude! You’re, like, so not slick.”
Dean nearly kicked him under the table. “Would you quiet down, Jesus Christ.”
Sam leaned over the table. “So what is it? Does he intimidate you or do you think he’s good looking? I can never tell.”
“I- what?”
“I mean, with women it’s always easy. You act like a fool when you’re into them. But I guess you try to not be as obvious with men, at least when I’m around, which I get. I hate that you feel like you have to do it, but I get it.”
Dean’s head was spinning. “You know?”
Sam’s face shifted from amused to almost pitying. “Dean, I have known you my entire life.”
Dean crossed his arms. Apparently Sam did know him better than he thought. And Dean’s method of never talking about it seemed to run in the family. “All right, let’s drop it.”
Sam nodded. “Right. Sorry. But I figured you should know. That I know, that is.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe I should’ve waited for you to tell me yourself, but I’m sure I would’ve waited for the rest of my life.”
“Shut up, Sammy.”
“And watching you fumble is kind of painful.”
Dean leaned across the table and jammed his fingers into his brother’s ribs. “I said shut up.”
Sam was bending over and giggling for his life when Alex returned with their food. And even though Dean wasn’t the one being tickled, he felt silly being caught acting like children. But Alex only smiled, almost fondly, and suddenly Dean was glad Sam knew. Would never be able to stop his own grin from spreading now.
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a 6th grader tried to ragebait me the other day and i didn't even realize because i was in awe of this perfect 31 on my potato and she kept getting pissed at me and calling me a 'number lover' and i was like 'i sure am :)!'
