Can I Use Parts Of This Idea? Lottie Is So Adorable I Need To Write About Her Now ❤️

May? Don’t you mean Prairial?

would you do the ice bucket challenge to raise funds for the Republic

Ice is a limited resource during the warmer months, citizen. Surely you don't suggest I cover myself in ice during the winter? I mean, I once walked under the rain for two hours to cool off after a particularly excruciating meeting with the generals in Thuin, but it was in late May.

people who call him Mark Antony should be shot I think. he doesn’t work at the fucking Greggs down the street!!! he was a consul of Rome!!!

if you must shorten Marcus Antonius, then at least latinize it a bit! Make it Marc Antony! It looks so much better!

meee :3

it's me i'm the someone you know

how r u a radical but still defend the us? radically centrist?

I prefer radical liberal. And America is the only liberal-democratic Great Power.

Little!Lottie Moodboard

Playing in the forest with her stuffies || thank you @nimeowna for the prompt <3

this is so me fr fr

Little!Nat Moodboard

Bedtime || Thank you @nimeowna for the prompt !!

please don’t go to church because of me haha

Please don't go to church because of me haha

safe

little!jackie , cg!nat | part of my post-rescue nyc au that i still need to find a name for tw: panic attacks/ptsd flashbacks word count: 597 tag list: @faireyhouses @yjdrabbles123

The lock on the bedroom window breaks. 

Jackie notices on a Friday afternoon when she can’t get it to close right. She spends fifteen minutes trying to slam it shut before giving up and telling Nat.

Nat says she’ll fix it on Sunday - her day off. 

But then Nat gets called in to work on Sunday and forgets about it. And so does Jackie. She forgets until the summer air is replaced with an autumn breeze and the rain leaves a puddle on the floor. She forgets until she’s wiping up the moisture and in that moment, Jackie means to bring it up, she really does. But when she walks into the living room, Nat is learning chords on her new electric guitar (the one she saved up all summer to buy) and Jackie’s too entranced by the sight of her to ruin the moment.

So she forgets again. 

She forgets until it’s three in the morning and it isn’t just an autumn breeze or spotty puddle. She forgets until she’s waking up to whistling wind entrapping her in its harsh embrace. The feeling of ice prickling into her skin and seeping into her pores with a daunting whisper in her ear, telling her not to worry - she’ll be warm soon. 

Jackie’s arm flails frantically beside her - the motion repeated until new hands are placed on her forearm. Warm hands. Nat’s hands. 

“Jackie.” Nat’s voice is soft yet cut with panic. “Jackie - it’s okay, you’re okay.” 

But it isn’t okay and neither is she. 

Because she can’t remember how to breathe and the ice rushing through her veins no longer feels like a memory. It’s the furthest from okay that Jackie’s been since that night (or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it isn’t by a long shot but does it even matter? It feels that way.) when Jackie was actually freezing to death. 

She should have died then. 

That was what all the doctors said; her survival was nothing short of a miracle. 

Now, as Jackie gasps for the air she can’t quite catch - she has no doubt in her mind that they were correct. She can feel the walls around her closing in and the oxygen that should be in surplus supply growing thin. It feels like she really is dying. Like her heart could burst right out of her chest. Like— 

“Jackie.” 

Jackie turns to Nat, her eyes wide and frantic. 

“Breathe with me, okay?” 

Jackie nods. She lets Nat set a hand on her chest the way she always does when she has these… these episodes. She watches her take big dramatic breaths - counting the seconds on the inhales and exhales so Jackie will know exactly how to follow along. She watches until she must be doing it too because now, her lungs are expanding properly and her pounding heart no longer feels like it’s on the brink of exploding. 

“I’m gonna shut the window, okay?” Nat says. “I’m gonna be right back.” 

Jackie nods once more. But when Nat pulls away - she can’t help the whimper that escapes her. It’s panicked and shrill and-

Oh.

Nat’s sitting with her again. She’s wrapping another blanket around Jackie’s shoulders, telling her it’ll help with the shivering, and that the room should warm up soon. 

Jackie isn’t sure if she believes her. She isn’t sure if she wants the warmth - not if it means what the lingering whispers implied. But she trusts Nat. She trusts her more than she’s ever known how to trust anyone. 

“I’m right here,” Nat says. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” 

have I ever mentioned how much I fucking hate meditation/mindfulness/etc

hating on Buddhism and Christianity is based but like… “the world is structured to deny people as much pleasure as possible” what??? are you talking about??? this is absolutely deranged conspiracy nonsense. do people actually believe that???

"desire is the root of all suffering" actually suffering is the root of all suffering. hope this helps!