Day: June 8, 2018

mythsandmonsters:

“Not yet. Sort of been working through them periodically,” Quinn answered, knowing which one Star was talking about, having seen the dvd case on the shelf within the collection.

“That’s the one based on Treasure Island, but in space, right?”

“Yes! It’s awesome. Same with Atlantis, really. Disney’s sci-fi attempts were pretty solid but they didn’t do as well mainstream. Sort of like Firefly,” she babbled, clearly lighting up over science fiction in any man. 

“I used to watch those two with Manson a lot when I was younger and she used to nab me for the weekend or something.”

mythsandmonsters:

“I mean, it’s not like I’m in any desperate hurry to get it back. It’s gonna be Summer soon anyway and you know I can barely handle that even when I’m naked.” Matt shrugged.

In all honesty, it was already bordering on the upper limits of his preferred temperature levels, Matt having needed to start cranking up the A.C in his room to sleep comfortably at night.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a summer nudist, I’m well aware,” he muttered, eyes rolling a little as he huddled in the hoodie a little more. He wouldn’t be content with the weather until it was in the upper 80′s at the least and even then he’d still be in jeans. 

I have maaaaybe an hour left of being on for the night because yay screwy work schedule. 

BUT!

My queue is officially at a higher number than my drafts, so that’s…something, I guess?

I won’t really be on much after work later either because I have like a 4 hour time frame between getting off and absolutely needing to go to bed. I also don’t have a day off until Tuesday and I need to go get new glasses (mine literally snapped in half on Saturday and are being held together with medical tape at the moment and they are giving me a fucking headache).

Things to do on the blog::

-Finish the fucking drafts
-Try to get at least one thread going with Kiana because I hella need to flesh her out
-Do a few more job headcanons for the muses
-Drabbles that I have been stalling on for fucking MONTHS
-Update the muses page

rustandglass:

”Whatever.”

He wasn’t trying to be short-tempered or argumentative with her. It was just a side effect of him being so deeply out of his comfort zone and struggling to hold himself together, and it came out in the way he seemed to retreat into himself like a caged animal.

She couldn’t help but shrink back a little, her gaze dropping to the floor. She wasn’t trying to be pushy or anything, she just wanted him to get a proper rest and a little bit of comfort for a change. It had to be better than sleeping on hard spaces.

“Sorry…We don’t…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”