So Uh.. I'm Actually Not Really Sure Whether To Post It Or Not But Uh.. Anyways..

Hello :D

I might draw Alois and Norabella (here's some info about who they are, but it's mostly about Claus lol) tomorrow, and maybe write the next chapter.. also I have an idea to make a series of drawings of couples from my favourite era :3 but idk when will I start making it XD stay tuned! <3

Here's the explanation of Louisette's novel title:

I read somewhere that sunflowers symbolizes friendship, and in the late 19th century, a lot of mlm men (in this context, men-loving-men, not multi level marketing) wore green carnation in the lapel of their coats as a subtle hint that they love other men. The two main characters ( the widower and the confidant ) were both male, so that's why she chose that title. Also, in these short stories, people were much more accepting.

Cat selfie.

uhhhh tw for suicidal ideation ig

I wish somebody would talk to me first, or ask me about what happened instead of me being the one asking if I could talk about something, but the fact that I'm even writing this just reveals how much of a pathetic loser I am so I guess I'm better off dead

Farewell, my dear, farewell.

Bonus Chapter: After The Date (Tori's POV)

The bus stopped. I hugged Aloisia one last time before they walked home. Then, I walked to mine, just a few blocks away. I walked quickly, because I knew Papa must've cooked something nice. Even if he didn't, well, we could just eat instant noodles.

House no. 182. I knocked the door. Pops opened the door.

"How's the date, Tori?"

"Amazing!"

He patted my head. "Tell us more after you change your clothes, okay?"

I nodded. "Sure!"

After I changed into my PJs, I walked to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

"Hmm.. it's been a while since we ate instant noodles, right?" Pops asked, glancing at Papa.

"Instant noodles doesn't have that many nutrition, you know?" Papa asked back. But, he ended up grabbing a spicy cheese noodle. "This is the last one, too bad.." He smirked at Pops.

"I'll let you have it," Pops responded, picking a curry flavoured one. Papa pinched Pops' cheek softly (ugh they flirt like clingy teens). I grabbed the original fried noodle (fried here means that it has no broth, FYI) and we cooked it. After a few minutes, I mixed my noodles with the premade seasoning and fried onion.

I was going to walk to the living room and eat there with Pops (A/N: as a +62 citizen, this is actually how my family eats, even tho we have a dining table), but Papa patted my back. "Have some rice with it, kiddo. Noodles isn't really filling."

"Yes, Papa." The three of us sat down on the carpet of the living room. We ate.

"So, how's the date?"

"There's this new exhibit at the museum about same-sex relationships. They finally acknowledged that couple."

"I knew he's more than his confidant."

I smiled. "Also, dads, I.. I just had my first kiss with Aloisia."

"YOU WHAT?"

I nodded enthusiastically. Papa hugged me. Pops congratulated me. Then, Papa let go and looked at me.

"You should tell your mom after we finish!"

So, we finished our dinner, and then we came back to the living room. I brought my phone, turned it on, and video called Mama.

"Ah, Tori! Hello! And hello too, Victor and Robert!"

"Hi, Mama."

"How are you?"

"Good. Anyway, Mama, I wanna tell you something.."

She looked at me curiously. "What is it?"

"Mama, I just had my first kiss with my sweetheart."

She did the (:0) face. "Aww, congrats!" Then we talked more. Mama hanged up first. Me and my dads brushed our teeth and went to bed. Before I closed my eyes, I looked at a picture of me and Aloisia.

Today was a very nice day.

Disclaimer: Victor (aka Papa) is Tori's biological dad, while Robert (aka Pops) is Tori's stepdad

reblog this if you're a trans/trans accepting ex-Muslim

There's alot of us here and it's abt time our voices are heared too because the community on tumblr is.. Nightmarish for trans ex-Muslims rn

why am I simping for a character from a game that I didn't even play helppp–

“I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?”

–Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Early 19th century lady :3