the veil between the worlds is thin tonight but my restraint to summon a creature older than humanity and curl into its void arms to listen to stories from before the universe existed is thinner
stop calling every piece of fabric with a plaid pattern “flannel”
flannel is a soft, warm cotton. it has nothing to do with what pattern is on the cloth
I see there’s drama in the plaid fandom
im a lesbian
So am i and i say every plaid is flannel! You can’t change my mind! See that plaid blanket over there?? That’s flannel. The latitude and longitude grid on world maps? That’s a nice flannel you got there buddy
hey are you free this saturday night. id like to meet up and have a passionate discussion with you
i can’t tell whether that’s a callout or an ask-out
enemies to lovers, fabric store AU, 40k words
in 2019 the new wlw technique is to keep calling plaid flannel until it upsets a flannel loving lesbian
admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio
do you ever just crave domesticity? to coming home to a partner, meld into them like you do your bed after a long day, soak your mind in the serenity of theirs like a warm bath to soothe the knots in your body, wrap yourself in their warmth and just fucking sigh from pure comfort