#I hope you're having a great autumn day C:

[milkweedman]

NEED TO MAKE RENT SALE

As you may have seen I'm selling some of my handspun yarn, along with some fleece, batts, rolags, and other odds and ends. I'm really short on rent this month, largely due to having so many flare up days that working was almost impossible. So, I'm selling some of my work in the hopes that I can still make rent somehow. I need over $500.

Im also linking to my kofi. If you don't wish to buy anything but still want to help me make rent--which I would appreciate so much <3

I'll be updating this post as I sell things so please make sure to click back to my original post to check if it's still available. First come first serve. Unless otherwise stated, all shipping is $5 USD to within the USA. If you're outside of the USA please let me know--shipping will likely be between $30-50 USD depending on to where, but I am happy to work with you if you're interested.

PLEASE DM ME IF YOU WANT TO BUY SOMETHING <3

YARNS (please ignore the slips of paper, ive given everything a nice label now)

A: 572 yards/ 480 meters. 5.75 oz/ 165 grams. 2 ply, approximately DK weight. Silk and merino blend assembled by myself. There are stripes of different greens which are arranged to be bigger at one end than the other, so a triangle shawl (working from the correct end of yarn) will have stripes that are more or less even instead of getting thicker near the narrow end of the shawl. I don't know how noticeable the effect will be, though. Silky soft and shines beautifully in the sun. $100 USD or best offer.

B: 175 yards/160 meters. 2 oz/ 57 grams. 2 ply, light fingering weight to sport weight. Luxury blend of alpaca, cormo, debouillet, silk, silk noil, angora, and cashmere. Very textured due to how I plied it and some noils, but also extremely soft and with lovely drape. Next to skin soft. $60 USD or best offer. SOLD

C: 176 yards/160 meters. 2.25 oz/64 grams. 2 ply, light worsted. Merino, silk, silk noil, angora, and mystery wool blend. Next to skin soft, lots of different colors, and good drape. $50 USD or best offer. SOLD

D: 152 yards/130 meters. 2 oz/57 grams. 3 ply, light worsted. Cormo, alpaca, and merino blend. This yarn was arranged into a stripey gradient--white stripes separating a light purple to dark purple gradient. 3 ply. Incredibly soft--would be perfect for a hat or cowl. $55 USD or best offer.

E: 100 yards/91 meters. 2.5 oz/71 grams. Traditional 3 ply, aran/bulky weight. Romney 3 ply. Durable, squishy, and warm, but not particularly soft. Would make a great hat or gloves. $35 USD or best offer SOLD

F: 140 yards/128 meters. 1.75 oz/50 grams. Traditional 3 ply, fingering weight. Beautiful BFL yarn in autumn colors. Due to the traditional 3 ply the colors constantly shift and change. Very soft and with good drape. $45 USD or best offer. SOLD

G: 325 yards/300 meters. 4 oz/115 grams. 2 ply, fingering weight. Wool, silk, silk noil, alpaca, and Angelina blend. Very textured but soft and drapey. $80 USD or best offer.

H: 166 yards/145 meters. 2 oz/57 grams. 2 ply worsted weight. Targhee, BFL, Angelina blend. Incredibly soft and drapey. Fuzzy and lightly underplied for maximum softness (so a little delicate). Next to skin quality. $45 USD or best offer.

(I'll accept the highest offer I get in a timely manner, so if you really want something and think other people also want to buy it, you can offer more to potentially guarantee you get it. Or offer less, and get it for cheaper if nobody else wants it. Although I wont accept very low offers, sorry.)

BATTS AND ROLAGS. These all contain several large handfuls of milkweed floss, because why not. Very fun and soft to spin.

A. 0.75 oz/21 grams. Romney, BFL, silk, bamboo, Targhee, milkweed floss. Somewhat soft, would be very soft if plied with a fine fiber. Lots of purples and blues, with small amounts of rainbow. Should yield a heathered, smooth yarn except for bumps of milkweed floss. $15 USD or best offer. SOLD

B. 0.75 ounces/21 grams. Naturally dyed Shetland combing waste (yellow), BFL, silk merino, milkweed floss. Many different colors arranged in stripes--yellow and blue primarily. Should yield a textured yarn due to the combing waste, but also lofty and colorful. Fairly soft and very squishy. $15 USD or best offer.

C: 0.5 oz/14 grams. Tussah silk, BFL, merino, merino combing waste, milkweed floss. Very soft. Majority tussah silk which is charcoal black. The other colors are dark purple, a few streaks of red, and the shining white from the milkweed floss. Should spin up to a fine and soft yarn. I am also able to make more of these, which would be the same weight and price and matching the original as closely as possible. Let me know if you want several. $12 USD or best offer. SOLD -- but i can make more, if youre interested !

D: 0.5 oz/14 grams. Merino combing waste, merino, BFL, silk, milkweed floss. Buttery soft. Mostly dark brown with purple, blue, and white streaks. I can make several identical ones if desired, for the same price each. $12 USD or best offer. SOLD -- but i can more, if you're interested !

E: 0.5 oz/14 grams. BFL merino, mystery wool and milkweed floss blend. This has stripes of purple and blue, suspended a squishy mystery combing waste. Should yield a fine but squishy yarn. $10 USD or best offer. SOLD

If I sell all or most of these I will make some more !

FLEECE. I am selling by the ounce (28 grams). I'm also willing to process these into fluffy hand carded rolags or fine hand combed top as desired, which will cost extra depending on how difficult the fiber is to process.

A. Jacob lambswool. Very soft but lots of large vm (so, easy to pick out) and nepps/noils. Those will stay in the fiber unless combed, so this tends to produce a very soft, bumpy yarn. I love this fleece but I just can't seem to use it up. Primarily dark brown, but I also have some white and mixed as well. I have about 8 ounces. Washed but still a tiny bit greasy (just to my preference). $3 an ounce.

B: Rambouillet. I have almost a pound of this stuff. Incredibly buttery soft. Like touching seafoam. But it has a ton of fine VM, so it can only be cleaned either lock by lock on hand cards or combed. I am willing to clean it for you. Takes a long time to get into a spinnable state but it is SO worth it. $2 an ounce. SOLD

C: Breed unknown. Some sections are salmon pink, others closer to hot pink. Not much vm, can be combed open lock by lock on hand cards or combed into top. Yields a silky, strong, hairy yarn. Willing to process for you (this would be one of the cheaper ones to do, it's very easy). I have 5 ounces. $2 an ounce. SOLD

D & E: These are both rya lambswool, naturally dyed with yellow onion skin (the bright yellow one with alum, the copper one with copper). Very soft and silky, spins up to a surprisingly robust yarn. Absolute treat to work with. Some vm but the nature of this fleece causes the vm to fall out pretty easily. I have about a pound total. Will process for you. Washed and dyed by myself. $5 an ounce. D IS SOLD, E IS STILL AVAILABLE

F: Sunshine Shetland. Very soft and fine. Naturally dyed, again with onion skins. The tips are somewhat felted and need to be pulled off, which is quick and easy. If combed lock by lock and then spun that way you can get a subtle gradient of orange to yellow with each lock... absolutely gorgeous. Will process for you. I have about 10 ounces. Washed and dyed by myself. $5 per ounce. SOLD

G: Red Hampshire. Not neon red like in the picture, more of a brick red. Very soft and foamy. Some vm. Easy to process on hand cards by combing lock by lock or turning into a rolag. Washed and dyed (using food coloring) by myself. I only have an ounce and a quarter--which is $6 for all of it. SOLD

COMBING WASTE GRAB BAGS

These are 1 ounce bags of primarily combing waste (so, short fibers and likely some vm) along with other interesting scrap such as mohair locks, colorful merino, and sometimes the occasional single rolag. Lots of the colors are naturally dyed by myself. Great for turning into rolags or using for batt fodder. These are $5 USD if you're buying more than one item (that could be yarn, another grab bag, some fleece, etc) or $10 USD each if you are only buying a single grab bag.

SPINDLES

Lastly, I'm also selling some spindles. A-C are whittled and decorated by myself. D is a beautiful Dealgan which I never could figure out how to use.

A. Supported spindle carved from a fruit tree. I gave it a steeple shape, which does make it slow to spin with. Really enjoyable for special spins that you want to do slowly and thoughtfully. Small spindle, about the length of my hand. $55 USD or best offer.

B. Onion dome supported spindle. Very light for its size, so it can hold a decent cop on it. Small spindle--about the length of my hand. $50 USD or best offer. SOLD ! thank you 🩵🩵🩵

C: Larch spindle. This one has lots of beautiful spalting, as well as being woodburned. Also the length of my hand. Has a very distinct feel to it, sort of in an alive way. $90 USD or best offer.

D: Lightning Dealgan. I got it for $50 and it's basically unused, so reselling for $50 USD. Very heavy and smooth.

And thats it ! If you don't want to buy anything but still wish to help me make rent, you can also donate to my kofi, which would mean the world to me <3

#destash #handspun yarn #wool fleece #natural dyeing #supported spindle #mutual aid

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - BIRTHDAY VLOG: Homare (Part 3)

Homare: My turn has come around at last! Now, it is time for Arisugawa Homare's birthday event.

Everyone, thank you for joining me today!

Azami: You're really pumped up, huh.

Homare: Naturally. Today's event will surely surpass five hours.*

Chikage: If it's Homare-san, that does seem possible.

Azami: No, there definitely won't be enough time for that.

Tsuzuru: Please don't say those kinds of things as well, Chikage-san.

*knock knock*

*door opens*

Izumi: Are you all ready to come out now?

Homare: We're ready. Ah, that's right. Director-kun, about what we discussed earlier...

Izumi: They're all prepared! I'll get them onstage for you when taking the last photos.

Homare: Thank you!

Homare: Thank you for waiting, everyone! Arisugawa Homare is here.

Audience A: Kyaah! Homare-saaaan!

Audience B: Homare-san, happy birthday!

Audience C: You look as gorgeous as ever today!

Homare: Thank you, thank you. Now then, let's have our guests introduce themselves.

Tsuzuru: Spring Troupe's Minagi Tsuzuru here. Arisugawa-san, happy birthday.

Chikage: From the same troupe, Utsuki Chikage. Congratulations, Homare-san.

Azami: Autumn Troupe, Izumida Azami. Homare-san, congrats.

Homare: Thank you, let's all enjoy ourselves today. With that, first up is the vlog viewing segment.

*applause*

Homare: This time, I made a vlog with the theme of "a scene I want to show everyone".

My vlog was filmed by Chikage-kun!

Audience A: Eeh, Chikage-san!?

Audience B: What an unusual combo, it's exciting...!

Homare: Ha ha ha, isn't it? To aim for the unexpected is another duty of a genius, you know.

Chikage: As for myself, I had fun while filming, so please look forward to it.

Homare: Now then, let the screening start.

Azami: So you're starting in Veludo, huh.

Tsuzuru: I wonder where they're going... wait, Arisugawa-san's villa!?

Audience C: Homare-san's villa!? How wonderful!

Audience D: It looks like a mansion from a story...!

---

Homare: "As you are all my fans, I wished to exhibit failures from before the birth of the genius Arisugawa Homare."

"This is a vase I failed to make. Chikage-kun, could you focus the camera on it?"

---

Tsuzuru: A failure... I guess you could call it that, but it does have a distinctly Arisugawa-san feel to it.

Azami: That's true. It's like, you can feel his creativity in it.

Homare: Ooh, so you two think so as well...

I suppose that while it may be a failure to me, other people don't see it as such.

---

Homare: "Everyone, how do you feel when you look at this vase...? I do hope you'll let me know on the day."

---

Homare: And so, please do tell me your thoughts.

Audience A: I found it wonderful too!

Audience B: I think that vase is also a work of art!

Audience C: I can kind of feel your youth in it, it's charming!

Homare: Thank you, everyone.

Those words would surely have brought my younger self great joy.

I usually only show my genius side, don't I?

So for my birthday event, for the fans I have the chance to interact with... I thought...

I'd show off things from before my artistic talents blossomed, things I had failed to do.

Even a genius like me has failed before...

So when you're stumbling, I'd be happy if you could keep this scene nestled close to your heart.

Audience D: Homare-san...

Audience E: Thank you...!

Azami: Making these kinds of things as a child probably led to who you are now.

Chikage: Right, and because of that, I think they're a part of your confidence and charm.

Tsuzuru: We're also glad to see a side of you from when you were a child. Thank you.

*applause*

Homare: Esteemed guests, while it may be disappointing, it seems as though the time to end is approaching.

The photoshoot will start now. ...And so, please bring out what I requested!

Tsuzuru: What you reque... r-roses...!?

Azami: Are you planning to do the shoot with roses?

Homare: Exactly right!

Audience A: Wow, that's amazing! They're so pretty!

Audience B: They really suit you...!

Homare: Chikage-kun, would you mind taking the photos?

Chikage: Got it.

Homare: Now everyone, please take as many photos of me as you wish♪

Audience C: Kyaah, are you sure!?

Audience D: I'm so glad! Thank you so much!

Homare: Well then... ahem.

Young lady over there, would you like to take a rose?

*Not particularly important, but he made the same comment when the birthday events were first brought up in Misumi's birthday card!

Part 1 | Part 2

#a3! #a3! translation #act! addict! actors! #homare arisugawa

[landothemuppet]

Can you do one where sams brothers think reader is cheating on him but Sam believes his girlfriend please💗

w/c: 2.4K pairing: sam holland x female!reader - platonic!tom&harry x reader n/a:  I'm back munchkins! I'm so sorry i haven't post for few weeks now, but great new: i have a job! I hope you're gonna love this one ! I'm a little bit tired so i didn't read twice my work. Remember english is not my native langage. I really really hope you're fonna love this ! And THANK YOU SO MUCH ! WE'RE ALMOST 250 now and i can’t...i just can’t realise that, you don't know how much it means to me, seeing you loving my writings. Love you all, love you all with all my heart ! xxx taglist: @angeliquekalampoka @harryhollandsgirlfriend @reawritesthings @cedricdiggorysimpp @hogwartsmarvelmommy @allthisfortommy @delightfulmuffinclamauthor @kimberlyemerys @mcushvft @ecarlette99 @tom-softie @osterfield23 @hollandswife @justanotherinternetperson @lolooo22 if you want to be notified of all my future writings you can add yourself in my taglist : here

You could understand the reluctance your boyfriend's family had shown about your relationship. It was an attempt to protect him and it was understandable. The mixed reception during your first meeting therefore did not surprise you. And even after a few months, you were as always on probation. You were of course interested in Sam's family but like any girlfriend did. It was important for you to get along with his mother, father and his brothers ... but most of all, with his twin brother, Harry. Of course, Tom intimidated you at first, it wasn't every day that you met a “superhero”. But to be honest, you had barely spoken to him. Tom had noticed it and discussed it with his brother. It was so unusual and he really felt like you were avoiding him on purpose, which surprised him. It was even rather contradictory since the Holland family wanted to protect Sam from anyone who could use him to reach Tom. But the fact that you hardly cared about him hurt his ego a bit. And when Sam asked you why you had carefully avoided talking with Tom you simply replied that you didn't know what to say to him and that you didn't want to overstep the line. Sam and his loved ones had appreciated that and from the second opportunity of a meeting where Tom was present, you had made an effort to ask for more about his life and his plans. You simply accept the answers he gave you. You were more terrified of not pleasing Harry, however. He had a very strong bond with Sam, a unique bond. But your passion for photography had tied you a bit.

Tom and Harry had taken a break in Tom's career to stay in London and recharge their batteries. One sunny day Harry had grabbed his camera and offered to take Tessa for a walk. The day seemed rather calm and the Londoners did not seem as intrusive as the fans in general. The leaves of the trees took on an orange and yellow color which perfectly painted this autumn picture that the redhead curly one loved. Tessa ran to her usual Tom and Harry booth behind the blue staffie. Tom was leaning on the counter in the trailer waiting for his order when his gaze fell on a couple in the distance. His eyes narrowed in an attempt to better distinguish the female figure that seemed familiar to him. The woman was wearing a scarf that strongly resembled the one his mother gave on Sam's girlfriend for her birthday, her hair was similar to yours and luckily the figure turned to him and Tom was able to perfectly sparkled the face of this stranger. It was you, his little brother's girlfriend, with another man.

"Baz."

Harry simply hummed to answer his brother while he was still considering his order but Tom seemed to rush forward, slapping his shoulder several times to call out to him.

"Harry! Look it's Y/N"

"Eh?"

"There, there it's Y/N with another guy"

Harry frowned and turned to scan the park before his gaze actually fell on you but the man with you was not Sam. You were with a camera, in your long-felt coat but the man with you was not Sam.

"Do you think we should go talk to her? She's probably with a friend ..." asked Tom, knowing inside him it isn’t a really good idea to surprise you with someone they don’t know about.

"If she's with a friend, better not to..."

Harry paused in the middle of his sentence, what they saw in front of their eyes broke their hearts as they bubbled with rage.

Andrew had arranged to meet you in the late morning at the local park and you were in such a good mood to join in at that time. You put on your coat and your eyes rested on the scarf Nikki gave you on your birthday. You had been so embarrassed, not expecting anything from Sam's family. But Nikki was a generous woman and you appreciated the gesture so much. You made sure to take your camera, the most important thing you would need today and then you headed for the park. Andrew was already there when you arrived, few people on the horizon, which you secretly appreciate. Andrew was a handsome boy: tall dark-haired, a gentle face framed by a well-trimmed beard, always well dressed. You tenderly embraced the man's days by asking him the routine questions, but your eyes shone with a burst of impatience.

“How are you handsome?”

“I’m shitting in my pants right now” he said

"It’s gonna be okay... Okay, now, show it to me please."

"I'm so nervous, I can't miss this."

"Come on, watch. I want to see it"

Andrew laughed heartily before plunging his hand into his jacket to pull out a small black velvet case. When those fingers opened the case, your hands instinctively rested on your mouth in shock. Your eyes were wide and dazzled with emotion. It was a 18K round & marquise shape diamond engagement ring embellished with a four prong tulip basket head; it was wonderful.

“Oh My… it's beautiful…it’s really a dream ring”

The brunette's smile widened and you gave him a hug, so happy about this.

❀

When Tom and Harry returned to their parents, both men looked crestfallen but Harry looked more upset of the two of them, angrier too. Sam's twin brother went straight upstairs to knock on her brother's bedroom door.

"Sam? Sam, I need to talk to you now"

The door opened to a Sam rather surprised by his brother's eagerness.

"Wow, what's going on Baz?"

"You should come downstair; I want Tom to be here when I tell you that."

"Uh, okay?"

"Now"

Sam's eyes widened and he closed the door behind him, following his twin brother.

Tom was on the kitchen island, leaning on the marble, playing nervously with his hands. He hated this situation, but he had always been honest. The situation was even more difficult knowing that you had to have dinner with them and their parents in a few hours. His brother's face in such dismay made Sam frown even more and when Harry took a deep breath Sam tried to lighten the mood.

"Who is dead?" he joked

"Y/N is cheating on you Sam." Harry said with a serious tone

"What?"

"And it's serious ... it's not a simple adventure ... She's living a double life"

Tom cleared his throat and then scratched his neck, giving his younger brother an apologetic look.

"Harry is right. We saw her at the park with another man ..."

"HE PROPOSED TO HER" broke his twin.

Sam's eyes reflected incomprehension. It was impossible, you couldn't. You told him you had something important planned before dinner with his parents, that you would join him later. He didn't want to believe it. He was hurt but he really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Sam knew you were at the park ... A cheater would never state their real plans, would he?

"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding" he said, a bit in deny

"Sam, he had a ring! She was in shock!" Harry shouted

Tom cleared his throat again and the twin brothers gazed at him. He didn't want to be the one to stand up for you but he wanted to spell out all the facts.

"Technically, he didn't go down on one knee"

"Bullocks, Tom, what world do you live in? He didn't have to! You saw him like me! She hugged him"

Sam ran his hands through his hair then temples, an unmistakable headache pointing the tip of it nose. It was impossible, he couldn't believe it. He swallowed hard before sighing.

"I'll talk to her. I'll clear it up. I'm sure you didn't see it."

He didn't want to believe it, Sam trusted you. He wasn't stupid either, if you cheated on him your habits would have changed, right, he would have found clues, he was sure. No. You couldn't cheat on him, you were the sweetest, prettiest, most passionate, tenderest, most sincere, most empathetic girl he had ever met. He was sure this was just a big masquerade. Harry gave Tom a look, slightly annoyed. How could Sam not believe them, believe HIM, it was his twin, they had always told each other everything. Why would it be any different? He knew Sam was in denial and he was going to do anything to clear things up and open his brother's eyes.

When you arrived at the Holland house, Nikki greeted you with a big smile, she thanked you for the bouquet of flowers you brought her. She joked that she told you to come in and be careful not to fall on the assembly of cardboard boxes filled with Brothers Trust sweater. You smiled and told him that you loved a bit of adventure, so the course didn't scare you. You greeted the boys, Tom seemed tense and when you wanted to hug Harry he just disappeared from the living room. Sam kissed you tenderly but something was different, his eyes lingered on your hands. You frowned, intrigued.

"Something is wrong?"

But Sam was in his world. No ring. You weren't wearing a ring. Well, maybe that was smart of you: you weren't going to wear your other boyfriend's engagement ring to dinner with his parents. You seemed genuinely worried about your boyfriend's silence and you called him out again.

"Sam?"

"Mhmm?"

"Something is wrong?" you asked again.

"Mhmm, a rather strange discussion with Harry and Tom earlier."

"What was about that chat?"

"Nothing ... nothing important. How was that meeting at the park?"

Your eyes lit up with joy, so happy he asked. You were really so proud of this moment, so fulfilled. You lifted your finger to ask him to wait and reached into your tote bag to get your camera out. In the corner of the room, Harry growled; firstly out of your enthusiasm, he couldn't stand watching you when a few hours earlier you were with another man, then, although it was totally futile, he hated the way you didn't take care of your camera, stuffing him in your bag rather than carrying it in the transport bag provided. You took out your device and went straight to the photo gallery.

"Do you think Harry will take a look and give me his opinion?" you asked enthusiastically.

"I do not know."

Sam stopped in his sentence looking at the pictures. A man at the park proposing to a young woman. It was an engagement photoshoot. Sam pursed his lips, suppressing a smile as you spoke before he even asked a question.

"My cousin's boyfriend proposed to her this morning. He asked me to cover the event and I was so happy. Sam you should have seen the ring, it was so beautiful."

"I can imagine."

Your boyfriend's smile was so outspoken but you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes, his eyes resting on Harry in the living room, scowling, staring at his phone.

"Hey, Baz ... wanna come take a look at this for a second? You could be interested."

"Oh no, no don't bother Harry, I'll ask him later." You said to Sam, embarrassed.

You heard Harry's footsteps slam against the floor, his grumpy grunts. Harry looked really in a bad mood and had a grudge against you, which you really didn't understand.

"What do you want?" he growled

"Show you the pictures Y/N took today ..."

"Can't this wait?"

"No, really, I would like you to see that." Sam insisted.

You felt like a little mouse, not knowing where to put yourself. You could feel the tension between the two brothers. Harry groaned again and then leaned towards you. Your hands were shaking a little, too worried to disturb your boyfriend's brother. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the photos. It was the guy .... The guy from earlier at the park. You swallowed hard

"I wasn't sure about the light ... are they good?"

"They are excellent" Sam said with a shit-eating smile ... "I think Harry took his breath away"

"Shut up, Sam."

Your eyes widened at the rudeness of the redhead. There really seemed to be an elephant in the room and you didn't understand. Tom magically walked into the room at just the right time. Harry inhaled and looked you straight in the eye.

"They are very good. Who is this?"

"My cousin and her fiancé! They got engaged this morning at the park!"

Tom froze, Harry swallowed and Sam had a "told you" look. Your boyfriend circled your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Harry… don't you have something to tell Y/N?" Sam asked seriously.

"What's going on?"

“I… listen Y/N” Harry started… “I'm so sorry. I… We went to the park with Tom and… and we saw you… with this guy. ..then he took out the ring and ... I thought. "

"That I was cheating on your brother?" you said, hurt.

"Yeah..."

You were hurt but you understood the misunderstanding. Anyone outside, like Harry and Tom had been, would have thought Andrew was proposing to you. But if they had stayed a little longer, they would have seen your cousin and the cutest proposal you have ever seen. Tom sighed and you looked up at him

"We're really sorry Y/N".

"I ... I understand, you wanted to protect your brother. But I love him ..."

You turned to Sam, your eyes full of love, a shy but sincere smile.

"I love you more than anything."

"Me too."

Harry and Tom felt too much of a sudden, they then disappeared into the garden where their parent was waiting for them, slightly puzzled, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. After a short kiss exchanged with your boyfriend, Sam laughed against your face.

"My brothers are stupid."

"Not at all ... I admire they want to protect you like this." You said

"So you don't blame them?"

"I'm hurt, but I can only admire the solidarity of the Holland brothers. You really have a solid Brothers trust"

Sam burst out laughing and pointed a finger at you, amused.

"Oh, oh, nice one! I love you."

"I love you too"

#sam holland #sam holland fic #sam holland x reader #sam holland one shot #sam holland imagine #sam holland x you #sam holland x y/n

[stargaze-issei]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟼; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ

-> tsukishima kei.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; same tattoo, shared dreams, soulmates!au.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.8k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; the way i want to make a series out of everything in this challenge sigh.

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"what does it mean, tsukki?" yamaguchi asked by his side, looking with curiosity the needle leaving marks on his friend's skin. 

tsukishima wanted to get a tattoo through his complete adolescence, his parents never allowed it, not until he could pay it by himself, at least. and there he was, eighteen years old, watching in amazement how one of his few dreams became true. being honest, he wasn't sure what it meant, but he had dreamed about those numbers a lot. since he was thirteen, the same number appeared not only in his dreams, but was everywhere else too, everytime he checked the hour, the number of his locker, even his volleyball shirt. of course it took him a while to figure it out, but once he saw it, he couldn't stop. it became his luck number. 

"are you sure you just want that?" the artist wondered for the third time.

"yeah, it's important to me" the smile on tsukishima's face was completely different to all the others yamaguchi had seen since they knew each other. 

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

"please, come see me play, you're always busy!" your friend, koganegawa, could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to. he could be one withouth wanting too. your job as an assistant teacher kept you occupied half of the day, add the hours at college and how much you had to study, to say it was hard to make room in your life was an understatement. which was why you never went to kogane's games after highschool.

"i told you i can't! i have... work" 

"you don't work at nights, idiot! come see me play" he was so annoyingly persistent, that you had to accept, earning a excited hug from him.

after he left your appartment, only because you made him, you let yourself drop onto the couch, sighing. in fact, you were tired, but going to see kogane, one of your only friends, was something you could do. he was always so supportive, in his own unique way, it was the least you could do for him. you scratched your collarbone, unconciously going over your tattoo with your fingers, like checking if it was still there. somehow, that piece of inked skin gave you strengths when you felt like you were at your limit. the memory of a well known dream came to your mind, making you giggle.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

you knew koganegawa's team was a professional team, but you never expected them to have a cheering squad, and local tv cameras and periodists focusing on them. it was your first time at the gym where they were playing, a little anxiety growing in your chest not knowing where to go. you tried calling him to help you, but all you got was a text saying he had sent somebody to your rescue. 

"hi, are you kogane-kun's friend?" said a short blonde girl, touching your shoulder. she seemed really kind, making you feel more comfortable instantly.

you mumbled a positive respond, and she quickly grabbed your hand to take you to the bleachers like she knew the place by hand. she introduced herself as yachi hitoka, and said the game was about to start. she was also a friend of one of the players, but met some others, like koga, in highschool. 

in the exact moment that you and yachi sat, the starting whistle blowed, starting with the power serve of a bleached haired guy.

yachi guide you through the game, explaining the basics to you, but you couldn't take your eyes off of the blond man with glasses, he looked so familiar, though you were sure it was the first time you saw him. he intrigued you, a lot. you were too shy to ask yachi for his name, hoping to catch it on through the speakers at some point, or trying to remember if kogane had said something about him. the game went on, points were made by everyone, and every single one the setter did, he looked at you, searching for a reassurance smile. 

when it finished, a crushing victory from the frogs, you and your new friend went to wait for them outside of the compound, yachi felt the need to warn you before you met everyone. 

"see, kyoutani can be a little... intense, some times, but he's really nice, and tsuk-"

"y/n! did you see me!? did you see my points!? we were so great!" she was interrupted by an overly excited koganegawa walking towards you, along with two ther blondes. your cheeks burned at the sight of whom you had glared so hard just minutes ago, wondering if he had noticed. his face was buried on his phone, too busy to look up, disappointing you a little.

"i saw you, dumbface, that's what i came to do" he pouted at your fake insult, proceeding to shout to kyoutani by his side how awesome you were for going to his game. you introduced yourself, one of they boys said to be kyoutani kentaro, the one of your interest didnt't even reply.

tsukishima had heard your voice many times before, but for the first time, he was awake. his eyes opened wide, a soft hum of confusion left his mout. it couldn't be you, you were just a made up person from his dreams, someone who he had never seen, less say heard talking, to recognize that fast. although it was you. those eyes, that voice, that hair, it was you. he had dreamed about you for so long, in his mind, at the beginning you were his same age, growing up as he did. you were exactly like that woman.

"...tsukki!" he came back to earth thanks to kogane, who was frenetically moving him from his shoulders trying to get his attention. 

"get off" was all tsukishima answered.

"where's yamaguchi?" asked yachi. you didn't know what they were talking about, but you had witnessed the glasses boy, whom's name appears to be tsukki, go through a complete life crisis in the last minute.

"he's joining us at the restaurant" he said, starting to walk away by his own, followed by kyoutani and yachi, later by kogane pulling you from your arm to walk. 

yachi and koga talked enough to fill the uncomfortable aire in the table once everybody ordered. a man named yamaguchi arrived a few minutes earlier, still in office clothes. he congratulated the guys on their victory and greeted you nicely, presenting himself as "tsukki's friend". 

the minutes became hours, everyone, except you and tsukki, was drunk, even kyoutani had that red color on his cheeks because of the alcohol. yachi, who had stated that she was just a little tipsy, sober up when she saw how late it was. 

"i have to work tomorrow! we all have to! oh go, i can't believe i let kogane- tsukishima, could you please take y/n home while i get these three an uber?" despite being so small, the girl seemed to be completely in charge of everything, probably because of her years as manager in highschool, you thought.

"are you sure you don't need help with them?" you asked, a bit curious about how was she going to handle two giants and a man with rabies by herself.

"don't worry, i've been doing this since highschool, i'm more worried about you arriving safe"

"i'll take her, you stay at yamaguchi's and text me when you're there" intervined tsukishima, he had been quiet most of the night, even though he couldn't look less interested in being there, he still refused to leave. sometimes, he would stare at you when you weren't paying attention, without knowing that you actually felt his look on you. the girl agreed to his proposal, kissing your cheek goodbye and giving her friend a small hug before you took your things and got out of the place, followed by the tall man. 

the walk was silence after you told him you lived near enough to walk, him just nodding to your words. you didn't feel uncomfortable, though, and you wanted to believe neither did he. both of you were at a really short distance, and he didn't seem to care, but you smell of strawberry shortcake coming out of him. you giggled, thinking how funny it was that such an intimidating guy smelled like cake. tsukishima glared at you, disconcerted by your sudden laugh at no apparent reason.

"i used to go to this coffee house in highschool, they had the best strawberry cake i have ever eaten" your random fact caught tsukishima off guard, because he went to a coffee house with a really good strawberry cake since highschool too. he stayed silence, affraid to keep finding more shared details betweent the two of you. "i mean, don't think i talk about cake when- you smell like- i'm sorry" had you just made the situation hundred times worse? yes, you had. 

the rest of the walk was as silent as the first half, now, tsukishima was uncomfortable, so much that you could tell, but still, he choose to stay close to you instead of making distance. despite being a autumn night, you felt hot, your multiples layers of clothing were now making you sweat. without giving it much thought, you took off your jacket and sweater, leaving at sight you tattoo in you collarbone. tsukki tried, he really did, to not look at you, stripping like it was nothing, so when he did, and saw his exact same tattoo in your body, he stopped walking. his jaw barely hit the floor, you could swear he saw a ghost.

"are you okay? d-do you...? what are you doing?" he got over his shocked, and in a light of boldness, he started to take off his coat and sweater, not only that, but lifting his shirt until you could see his nipple and ribs. it was then when you saw it too, your tatto, the exact same details, were on his skin, like it was printed of the same printer. you hadn't chose a design from an artist, you drew one on your own, wanting to be the only of its kind, yet, there you were.

like someone had opened a door in your mind, memories of lost dreams came back, you remembered from where tsukishima seemed so familiar. that damned dream you had for years, of him, who you thought was a creation from your subconscious, was now standing right in front of you, in flesh and bones. not you nor tsukishima knew how to react, maybe, fearing that the other would run away. a strange urge to cry invaded you, and for some reason, a intense desire to feel the blonde closer.

"i want to take you on a date, if that's okay with you" 

"yes" you said not a second late, almost begging him to be with you from that day to your last.

"and i wanna kiss you right now" he didn't even let you answered before jumping to your lips, leaning a bit. you sighed in the middle of the kiss, relieved to feel him and his warm arms around you, your lips moving at synch.

his lips tasted like strawberry too.

⌙ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

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Flowers

Pairing: Diego x Veruca (With a hint of Tulip x Carson)

Written by cursedautumn on Instagram

A/N: This was written from a story for art type of trade we made on IG. English isn’t cursedautumn's first language, so she apologizes if there are any mistakes.

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Day 1

It was the fall of 1988. This fall, in contrast to several previous ones, was full of sweet aroma of rotting leaves and the hot honey sun covering playgrounds, classrooms, and the forest near Hogwarts; fresh gold autumn leaf carpet lay on the stone slabs of the courtyard and soft field grass; saturated with moisture, the trees are seriously bent and the crystal was glittering with rain drops, remaining after another warm rain. The sky was clear and blue, with a milky foam of clouds, and it was tempting to run out of the heavy walls of the castle and lie under it, roll on the grass, feel the sweet water drops on your tongue, and run to the lake, which shone like pure crystal, and a couple of students even swam there once — although they had to report to Professor McGonagall and serve detention for quite a long time afterwards.

Veruca McQuaid went into the courtyard and sat by the fountain, near the place where everyone usually play Gobstones. After sitting in the semi-darkness of the Slytherin common room for almost twenty-four hours, she just needed a little bit of fresh air. She had expected to skip lunch and spend the rest of the day here alone with her homework and a bottle of cold pumpkin fizz, but her plans for privacy were not going to come true, because ten minutes after Veruca settled down next to the fountain, a voice came from above her head, "Hello, Veruca."

"Oh, Merlin!" thought Veruca with exasperation, and looking up, she recognized the intruder as Diego Caplan, a fellow Hufflepuff, a well-known ladies' man and a very good duelist. He always had a contented swarthy face, a strange yellow scarf, and beautiful dark eyes. He was holding a small bouquet of red roses and smiling. "Caplan? Veruca asked indifferently. "Well, hello."

"I hope I'm not interrupting you," Diego said with a charming smile. Veruca was tempted to say that he was interrupting, but she just smiled tightly and shook her head. To be honest, she was never hypocritical and enjoyed interacting with people, but right now Caplan chose a very inappropriate moment to talk to her... or whatever he wanted to do. "Did you want something?"

"Yes." Diego peremptorily handed her the aforementioned bouquet of roses and flashed his snow-white teeth. His smile was attractive and confident. "This is for you. I thought that such a beauty just needs a bouquet of flowers."

Veruca accepted the bouquet, but she wasn't sure why Diego had done it in the first place. She had never been insecure, but didn't consider herself strikingly beautiful either: a pretty face framed by dark hair, light green eyes, neat pink lips, and a well-formed figure - that's all, so Diego probably didn't want to grab her attention because of her incredible beauty, even though he said so.

She was also Coby McQuaid's sister, and a lot of guys shunned her just because they were afraid that the "crazy brother" would appear out of nowhere and wring their necks for his little sister. In general, she sceptically smiled at the bouquet, and said:

"Thank you. Now leave me alone, please, I'm a little busy."

Diego left after blowing her a final kiss, and Veruca gave the bouquet to Penny the same day — she simply couldn't believe that Caplan could really be interested in her. Most likely, he wanted new sensations, that's all. But if he thinks he's found a goal for one day, he's very, very wrong, Veruca thought with a grin as she watched Penny lovingly arrange a bouquet of roses in front of the statue of the headless knight.

Day 2

It rained that day, and the flying lesson with madam Hooch was canceled. Veruca, who had not slept well last night, was not too upset: she had no desire to cut through the thick, glass-like walls of rain on a broomstick. She spent the entire first half of the day running between classes, listening to Snape's unflattering comments about her personality, her brother, and so on, sitting in madam Rakepick's perfume-and-wood-scented classroom, and spending time with Penny and Chiara. Penny once said, "By the way, you shouldn't have refused the roses, they were so beautiful!"

"Yeah," Veruca grinned and looked at the Ravenclaw girls as they passed. One of them, a girl with dark eyes and fluffy brown hair, mentioned Diego Caplan in the conversation, and several of her friends immediately began to whisper and giggle with curiosity. It seemed that only Veruca disliked him, for even Merula spoke quite favorably of him, and if Merula approved of a person, then it was a waste of time — everyone adored him without exception, and there was nothing to be done about it.

On this day, Veruca couldn't shake the eerie yet strangely pleasant feeling that someone was watching her. Someone's already familiar dark eyes, clear and sly. It seemed to her that someone was staring at her back in class, studying her face at lunch, spying on her during recess... This, however, did not inspire her with any fear, firstly, because Veruca had managed to get used to being watched during her five years at Hogwarts, and secondly, it was a kind of harmless surveillance - as if she was an interesting performance, and she was being watched by a curious spectator. And for some reason, it never occurred to her that it might be HIM...

"Ahem-ahem."

Veruca shivered and looked up from her potions homework. In the faint greenish light of the Slytherin drawing room Merula Snyde's pale face looked like a cloud of smoky mist with two purple lightning-like eyes. She was holding a small bouquet of purple orchids wrapped in shimmering translucent pale yellow paper.

It exuded a sweet fragrance that overlaid the smell of underground dampness and pine needles (there were scented candles in the living room), and it looked lovely. A cream-colored paper was perched between the purple blossoms.

"What is it?" Veruca was taken aback. She had seen a lot in her life, but... for Merula to give her flowers?.. However, fortunately, the rival muttered, "Somebody asked me to give this to you," she plopped the bouquet on the table, the soles of her gaudy leather boots clattering indignantly, then went into their shared bedroom and slammed the door.

Veruca had no idea, freaked out if a classmate saw because it was torn away from the important contemplation of their own greatness or because Merula handed the bouquet to her and no one thought to do that; but understand she did not and pulled out a fragrant bouquet of cream paper box, which was briefly written:

"It is not good to give the gifts away, Veruca. But I'll try again, since you didn't take me seriously. -D.C.".

It wasn't hard to guess that D.C. was Diego Caplan. Well, then, he really wanted to get her attention for a while. At first Veruca felt flattered by the attention, then offended, because she didn't like intrusive people, and then she just decided to let the boy indulge. After all, she couldn't possibly forbid Diego from sending her flowers, so Veruca just got up, went to the trash can, and threw the unfortunate bouquet in there. The sweet scent gave her a headache. Let Caplan send her his stupid flowers as much as he wants. Let him... It's just a little cruel joke, isn't it?

Day 3

Sunflowers. Bright yellow, like Hufflepuff robes, as if woven from sunlight, they caught Veruca's eye as soon as she opened them. At first she didn't understand why the dark green Slytherin dorm room seemed to have a window that let in a flood of thick sun, but then she looked up and saw the pretty heads of flowers perched on her nightstand. The sunflowers didn't fit in with the luxurious and dark atmosphere of the room, and as she passed by, Ismelda grumbled that she should have gotten them, and immediately would throw them away.

Veruca, oddly enough, felt more alive and somehow light when she saw these flowers. They were so simple, of the usual yellow color, not scarlet roses or purple orchids, but she liked them very much, until she found it in the pile of golden flowers the same small creamy square, on which was written the same handwriting as yesterday:

"Attempt number three. I hope you like it and don't throw them away or give them to someone else. -D. C.".

Veruca furiously crumpled the paper and threw it away. Caplan could be as nice and generous as he liked, but his impudence and desire to use her for his own incomprehensible purposes irritated her terribly, so she hastily changed her clothes and washed up, took the sunflowers and went straight out of the living room with them, catching the surprised and mocking looks of her classmates and others. 'I'll kill you, Caplan,' Veruca thought as she left the common room.

To be honest, she liked the flowers very much, but Diego Caplan was known as a fan of ending relationships as quickly as starting them, and she wanted something more serious than being the one-night stand of a cheeky Hufflepuff.

She found Diego right after breakfast, playing Gobstones with some other Hufflepuff whose name Veruca didn't know and didn't want to know. When Caplan saw her, he broke into a satisfied smile, as if not noticing the girl's grim expression, "Sorry, Reg, there's a lady here who wants to talk to me."

"Hmmm," Reg muttered, absorbed in the game. He glanced at Veruca, who was holding a golden bouquet of sunflowers, and continued to hunch over the game. Diego got to his feet, very pleased, and sauntered over to Veruca. For some reason, she was uncomfortable with the way his gaze slid over the top button of her shirt, and she muttered, "I see you're not going to leave me alone." Diego flashed his white teeth. "Actually, it's unpleasant when your gifts are thrown away or misused."

"You'll get over it," Veruca said. Anger mixed with guilt (?!), and she just watched Diego's dark hair flutter in the light autumn wind. He was beautiful. Very handsome, no matter what... "Caplan, I'm not interested in a one-night stand. And I'm not one of those people who will throw themselves at you. So keep your flowers and give them to someone else."

"Should I keep them or give them to you?" Diego grinned. Veruca gave an exasperated sigh. "Calm down, baby. Maybe I just want to go out with you. And spend more than just one night."

Veruca gasped with indignation. Who does he think he is? "First of all," she hissed, " I'm not a baby, I'm a McQuaid, or at least just Veruca. And secondly, you want to spend not only one night, but also one day? No, thanks. I'd rather be alone than lie under someone else and then get muddied, okay?"

Diego smiled. In a strange, affectionate way, there was something mysterious and hungry in his dark brown eyes, as if she was a piece of candy that he couldn't wait to unwrap.

"I see," he said softly. "See you later, Veruca."

In the evening, after she slapped Caplan, left him and complained about him to Chiara, before going to bed, Veruca remembered that she had never returned the sunflowers, and they were shining in the dark Slytherin bedroom. Well, that's fine. They are beautiful...

Day 4

On this day, the sky suddenly frowned, clouded with a silver haze; a cold wind blew, carrying with it a pile of dead leaves, no longer burning with gold. A bloodless pallor settled over Hogwarts like a semi-transparent mist, as if someone invisible had suddenly drained the last of autumn's juices and warmth, and Veruca, wrapped in her robes, came to Herbology class. Professor Sprout, warm and plump, was as friendly as ever and talked about how to turn the most common weeds into the most common tulips, Tulip immediately noticed that she liked it, and frowned at Carson — they had a fight a couple of days ago. Rowan walked calmly past Ben, who she'd almost gotten into a fight with the day before, and Veruca noted grimly that she wasn't the only one with boy problems.

"So, get ready!" professor Sprout clapped her hands. "Today's spell does not apply to magic plants, but it helps a lot if you want to give your friend or partner a bouquet of beautiful tulips!"

"Carson only needs one beautiful Tulip," Rowan said, and she and Veruca giggled. Tulip pursed her lips grimly, "Well, yes. That's why he said yesterday that he was sick of my eternal thirst for adventure." Veruca knew perfectly well that this was said in a much milder form than the one Tulip had given her, but it was useless to argue: Carson and Tulip will make up tomorrow or the day after, which means it doesn't make sense to take their conflict seriously.

So she decided to take up the lesson and diligently wrote down everything that Professor Sprout said, and by the end of the lesson she had mastered the spell perfectly. As they were about to leave, a familiar voice called out to Veruca. A voice that stretches like hot chocolate. For some reason, she was a little pleased to hear him, although at one time she was irritated.

"How are you?" Diego sauntered over to her and touched his hand to his silky dark hair. "Did you learn your lesson with the-tulip weeds?" Veruca smiled dryly, ignoring the surprised looks from Penny and Rowan. All they probably wanted to do was tell everyone about their little affair with Diego. "And you?"

"I'm glad you asked," Caplan smiled charmingly (if Veruca had been any other student, she would have been nothing but a pink puddle) and, waving his wand as if he was going to show everyone his beautiful hands with flexible fingers, pointed to the weeds — and the unsightly, flabby plants instantly transformed into a wonderful bouquet of yellow and pink tulips with elastic buds and a pleasant aroma. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to them except Rowan and Penny, who were standing behind her, but that was enough: Veruca could feel their eyes boring into her back. Diego took the tulips and handed them to her. "Here. A bunch of tulips will add to your dark dungeons, won't they?"

She stood looking at him for a few seconds, wanting to laugh. How stupid, persistent, and sweet he is, this Diego Caplan! What a fool! Is she supposed to be flattered by such intrusive attention? Veruca didn't like it when someone invaded her personal space, and when she looked into Diego's dark chocolate eyes, she smiled, took the bouquet and said sweetly, "Thank you." She turned and shouted: "Hey, Tulip!"

"What are you doing?" Diego's smile faded instantly. Tulip watched Carson leave, then slowly walked over to Veruca and asked sadly, "What is it?"

"It's from Carson," Veruca said, and passed the flowers to Tulip. She was stunned, looking at the fresh bouquet as if it were the eighth wonder of the world, and so was Diego, and Veruca, smiling triumphantly, took her bag and left the greenhouse, feeling that she had put Diego Caplan in his place. But for some reason, the sweet feeling of victory was mixed with something bitter, like... regret?

Day 5

Veruca didn't know what was happening to her. Honestly, she just didn't understand. Diego Caplan had stopped annoying her. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a gnawing sense of guilt for giving his flowers to Tulip, for ignoring his attentions so actively, which were actually not so bad — it was better than if he was spreading his hands or making obscene compliments.

Diego was cute. He gave her flowers. And she just took it and, without even trying to be polite, rejected it. So Veruca thought the next day as she tossed and turned in the pearly gray, rattling light of morning; the bedroom was dark and quiet, except for Liz, who was snoring peacefully in her bed; Veruca suffered from the urge to go and apologize to Diego. Sunflowers added the melancholy, spreading a bunch of pure gold to the gloom of the Slytherin bedroom — Caplan's gift. Diego Caplan.

So in the morning, slipping out of the soft embrace of the bed, Veruca dressed quickly and went to breakfast before anyone else, hoping to see Diego on the threshold of the Great hall and apologize. Yes, her pride will howl...

Fortunately, Diego showed up at his table, and as soon as he finished and went to the door, Veruca left the half-eaten sausages and ran after him. Diego walked with his usual slightly swaying gait, so unhurried and confident that Veruca began to feel less confident, but she ran up and touched him on the shoulder. He turned around. He looked perfectly normal, not at all sad, and Veruca wondered if Diego wasn't upset at all. It's kind of a shame. "Veruca McQuaid," he smiled a little. "Hello."

"Hi," she stammered. Diego chuckled. "Look, I want to apologize for giving your flowers to Tulip yesterday." she found herself painfully short of words. "But Carson and Tulip made up."

Diego laughed. He had a beautiful laugh, low and clear. "How kind you are," he said. "Well, I will forgive you on one condition: you'll accept the next bouquet of flowers from me."

Veruca looked at him blankly. Does he have metal nerves or what? "Um," she said. "If you accept, I'll forgive you," Diego said, running a hand through his silky chocolate hair. Veruca noticed that they were beautifully, cleanly shining. "Do you agree?"

Veruca sighed. It's not so bad to get flowers. But she was supposed to be apologizing to him, making up for her "sins" in some way, not getting a gift, right? But Diego seemed serious, and she decided that if this was a way to let him know that she, Veruca McQuaid, was apologizing to him, let it be so: awkward, but not humiliating. It would have been far worse if he had asked her to leave him alone, or simply ignored her...

"All right," she said. "Okay, I agree." she looked into Diego's dark, shiny, soft eyes, framed by black lashes. And, for some reason, her heart fluttered with joy.

That evening, a first-year student wearing large round glasses approached Veruca. The girl was sitting on the couch reading a book when a first-year, Elora Dunn, came up to her and told her that she had received a gift. The gift was a bouquet of Calla lilies — white and pale pink, neat, velvety and delicate to the touch. Veruca took the bouquet from Elora and just stared at it for a few seconds, not noticing that the first-year had gone to her dorm and it didn't really matter.

The bouquet of Calla lilies had a delicate and soft aroma, like some ice cream. Veruca lifted the bouquet to her face, and the fragile petals brushed her cheeks. I guess sometimes you need to be able to apologize. The thought made her smile, and when she went to bed, Veruca felt extremely happy, as if a star had been lit somewhere inside her that would never go out...

Day 6

Veruca expected this farce of flowers to end after she accepted a bouquet of Calla lilies from Diego. Now, perhaps, he is tired, and he will no longer approach her with another bouquet of flowers, beautiful, bright, sweet-smelling... It would seem that Veruca should have been relieved — at last he was behind, she should be happy!

But when Diego didn't speak to her the next day, didn't even look back or come up with a bunch of flowers, she felt abandoned and sad, even though, of course, Diego didn't owe her anything. After a few days of pampering, that's enough. But why did Veruca feel that she really wanted to talk to Diego, to hear his voice again, to look into his dark, hot chocolate eyes again...

"Stop it!"

Veruca snapped, brushing her hair in front of the mirror this morning. Today, she had let her thick brown hair down, and it fell in a dark wave over her shoulders and framed her pale pink face beautifully. A bouquet of calla lilies, delicate and pleasing to the eye, stood on her bedside table and gave off a delicate fragrance.

Merula, passing by, grumbled that "McQuaid has already got everyone going mad with her flowers," but Veruca ignored this, preoccupied with her own thoughts, and put an emerald pendant around her neck to set off her eyes. Perhaps Diego might have been interested in her because of her looks, even though she hoped he liked her for more than just her pretty face...

"Stop it now. It's probably over. He's tired of you, and you're tired of him. And it is over."

But now she didn't want it to end so much. It was Saturday, and Veruca had decided to stop by the Hospital wing to help madam Pomfrey — sometimes on weekends she tended to patients and helped the elderly matron with some medical matters. Madam Pomfrey was not in the wing today, so Veruca began sorting through the used bottles of medicinal potions, selecting those that needed to be washed and those that needed to be treated first with a special antiseptic — the potions in them had to be poured into an exceptionally clean container.

Working here was very boring and time-consuming, but Veruca felt that sorting out bottles, bandaging wounds, and so on would help her miraculously put her confused thoughts in order. There was something right and clear about it. Suddenly the doors opened and Veruca turned to greet madam Pomfrey, but when she saw who it was, she froze, startled.

Diego Caplan stood in the doorway of the Hospital wing with a bouquet of pink flowers with crimson cores and yellow petals — Alstroemeria. He was smiling, and it seemed to warm Veruca. She just stared at Diego for a few seconds, unable to say anything, and he stepped up to her, "I didn't specify how many bouquets you should accept in order for me to forgive you."

Veruca opened her mouth awkwardly, "Oh... I... thank you," was all she said. Diego gave her a deep, mesmerizing smile.She picked up the flowers and then felt her nose itch and sneezed. "Bless you."

"Thank you... ah!" Veruca sneezed again. Her nose itched, her throat seemed to narrow slightly, and it was harder to breathe. Diego looked at her blankly. Veruca wiped her nose and looked at Alstroemeria. Then she slapped her forehead and started laughing.

"What is it?" Diego looked startled. "Hey, Veruca? What happened?" he took her by the shoulder. Veruca sneezed again, already trying to hide her slight pleasance at the touch of someone else's warm fingers, and said, "I'm allergic to these flowers..."

Diego looked so dumbfounded that she was sneezing and laughing for a long time, and then stopped sneezing and continued to laugh until dinner. But there were still tulips and sunflowers in her room, and the alstroemeria had to be given to Chiara, who was happy to put them in her dorm, so there were enough flowers for everyone, there was no doubt about that...

Day 7

Veruca slept well that night. She dreamed of Diego, smiling, wearing a light gray frock coat and holding a bouquet of roses. They seemed to be dancing under a vast starry sky, and from somewhere an unfamiliar melody was flowing, light and pleasant; it ran like a stream between stones, harmonious, subtle; then Diego suddenly literally disappeared, the melody stopped, everything was plunged into darkness for a few seconds, and Veruca woke up.

There was a strange, happy peace in her soul, and at the same time an anticipation of something very, very good; outside the window, the morning haze turned the ground and horizon ruby and tangerine, and the dim bedroom was bathed in warm light. Her roommates were snoring peacefully in their beds, behind the drawn curtains, and Veruca was left to her own thoughts and beautiful dream...

Everything went fine in the morning: the weather was fine again, and Veruca liked her own reflection in the mirror very much today — her hair were shining, her eyes were shining, her face was fresh and rested; it was a warm Sunday outside the window, and she wasn't even annoyed by the ever-dissatisfied Merula and the untidy Ismelda. Veruca cleaned her room peacefully, had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, played a game of gobstones with Tulip and Carson, who made up and looked at each other with loving eyes again, and passed her Charms homework.

But the best part, what she had been subconsciously waiting for all this time, happened after lunch. She and Diego ran into each other near the forest. It was empty: the students were gathered closer to the castle. The first thing Veruca saw was a familiar blue denim jacket, and then a bunch of blood — red carnations and familiar soft dark brown eyes. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes: another bouquet?

Diego stopped when he saw her. Grinned. "This is the last one," he said, turning over a bunch of carnations wrapped in milky white shimmering paper. "I hope you're not allergic to carnations."

"No," Veruca said, and then automatically repeated to herself, "the last one." Just a few days ago, she wanted it so much, and now...

"Along with this bouquet," Diego announced softly, smiling, "I want to ask you out, Veruca McQuaid. What do you say?"

Veruca froze. Ask her out? On a date? Diego Caplan? Her?

"I will understand if you refuse," Diego was calm. "But accept the bouquet. This is the last one."

And he handed her the flowers. Veruca picked up the delicate scarlet flowers wrapped in paper and stared at them for a few seconds. They were so beautiful. Fragrant. And from him...

The sun shone even brighter. The foliage is flushed with pure gold. Hogwarts castle suddenly became not clumsy and heavy, but majestic and beautiful. Veruca looked at Diego, feeling her heart flutter sweetly, happily, and sing, and Diego seemed to her the most beautiful young man on earth, and a bouquet of carnations was the most beautiful gift, the most elegant and appropriate...

"Well, so what?" Diego held out his hand. "How about a walk in the woods, an evening at Hogsmeade, Madame Puddifoot's cafe, and the company of a handsome man like me, hmm?"

Veruca couldn't help but laugh. "I agree, handsome man," she said softly, and put her hand in his. They walked towards the forest, through the golden trees, looking at each other and assessing each other anew...

And that was just the beginning of their story.

And the reason for everything...

Were flowers.

#ariparri #Veruca McQuaid #Diego Caplan #DieRuca #Diego x Mc #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #fanart #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm fanart #hphm fic #hphm fanfiction #hogwarts mystery fanfic #HPHM Diego

[lunaleetarot]

Aries 2021 Year Ahead Birthday Spread

Starting from the top clockwise, theme in the middle.

March 2021- King of Wands

This March you will accomplish something within your hobby or a passionate interest. If this doesn’t resonate with you, it could be an important male figure like your father, father-figure or husband. This is a card of pure passion. The King of Wands becomes consumed by the things he wants. You're ready to dive in and excited to learn about the process of achieving your pursuits. There will be a lot of confidence. You will want to be center stage. You’ll have good ideas and want to take charge of others. Now is the time to shake things up, while you're on the cutting edge. You're certain of your convictions and will fight for them until the end. Be careful not to become too dictatorial. The world isn’t black and white. You may be dealing with someone born on the Cancer-Leo Cusp (July 19-25) 2. April 2021- Three of Pentacles

In April you will begin a period of self-development. You will put the talents and skills you were born with to good use. This could mean furthering your education, taking up an apprenticeship or working on your craft. I feel this is likely what you were passionate about last month. This will be something you have natural talent in, so your efforts won’t go unnoticed. This training will pay off in the end. This learning is the start of your journey, not the end. Push yourself during this time. Beware of arrogance, no matter how talented we are at something, we could always fine tune our craft. You may be dealing with someone born on Capricorn second decan (January 3-9)

3. May 2021- Two of Cups

As May flowers bloom, true love will be coming into your life. You receive positive interactions in your life. Your intimate relationship will be on your mind, and if single you will likely meet an interesting person this month. This person has soulmate potential. Even if it isn’t true for your love life, this card means two people sharing close bonds. So it could be a new friend who will become a best friend to you. If you're trying to conceive this card can symbolize twins, but this won’t be true for most of you.

4. June 2021- Five of Wands

Competitions are ahead for you in June. A rivalry will present itself during this time. This may be a friendly competitiveness, not of a very serious nature. This is a sportsmanship card. Other times, these battles can be more harmful. I feel for most of you this will not be a very serious situation. Likely something to do with you honing your craft mentioned above. With this tension you will be presented with an opportunity to prove yourself. Will you sink or swim, Aries? You may be dealing with a Leo here.

5.July 2021- The Empress

This is a card of creation or pregnancy. There’s no denying this card means literal conception. This could be your child or someone close to you like your sister or a friend. If you're in a loving relationship, this will likely lead to a pregnancy of your own. However if a baby is unlikely or impossible, this can also mean an abundant outcome. You could “birth” a new idea or concept. Dark thoughts may be coming out of a dark cave and out into the open. Finances for this month will improve. Try to relax a little and have fun during this hazy summer period.

6.August 2021- Ace of Wands

You’ll be creating something that will have a huge impact this month. This could be a life changing event like a new job or a child. I feel with the Empress above you may get news of a pregnancy, but this won’t be true for all of you. You’ll be enthusiastic about your career opportunities and hobbies if a baby isn’t in store for you. If this is a pregnancy for you, it’s likely this will be a male baby. If this is about a new opportunity be careful not to abandon the project once it isn’t fun anymore.

7. September 2021- Knight of Pentacles

Patience will be needed as summer turns into autumn. This is the slowest moving card of the tarot. I feel like most Aries are the type of people who want everything done yesterday. This card is telling you that you're going to have to slow down and wait. Don’t jump ship on a project because the results aren’t instant. If you stick to it the hard work will pay off. There will likely be an increase in responsibility. It’s likely you will have to take on more burdens at work or home. You may be dealing with someone on the Leo-Virgo cusp (August 19-25).

8. October 2021- Three of Swords

In October, you may be facing some heartache. This Halloween will be an emotionally painful time for you. Your relationship may be falling apart, or something else along those lines. To make matters worse, others will be involved as well. This will be a period of sadness. This card is often a warning of a breakup or divorce. However this could be a temporary break or separation for some of you. This could be due to infidelity. Or some instead of out right cheating, someone new may come along in you or your partner's life that makes you question your relationship. If your relationship is rock solid or your single, someone close to you may start to pull away from you- leaving you feeling betrayed. This is also a card of miscarriage or infertility but that won’t be true for most of you. You may be dealing with a Libra here.

9. November 2021- King of Swords

Logical thinking will be your main concern this November. You will use your brain to get one over on your enemies. Not only will you be quick-witted and sharp, you will likely hold a position of great responsibility. You will be able to hold your own in any argument or debate. A plus with Thanksgiving family dinner around the corner. However court cards can represent other people in your life, so someone else in your life may fit this description. This person may help or hinder a situation you’re in. This person may be harshly judging you. This person is likely a man- and is watching you with great interest. If this doesn’t represent another person it could be a sign you have to separate yourself from your feelings. You must think with your head instead of your heart. You may be dealing with someone born on the Capricorn-Aquarius cusp (January 17-January 22).

10. December 2021- Ace of Cups

Pure and innocent love is coming to you in December. This card usually makes an appearance at the beginning of a relationship. However this card also represents child birth and pregnancy. You will likely have a new beginning after some sort of tragic ending. This card also has to do with food and drink, so you may be going out on a lot of dinner dates with friends or a special someone. This holiday season should be a merry one for you, Aries.

11. January 2022- Seven of Swords

During the new year, someone in your life or yourself may be up to no good. Someone will be spending their time planning drama or conflict. You may have surrounded yourself with people who are not loyal to you. These are people you think are your friend, but they will throw you under the bus the first chance they get. They want something you have and are willing to hurt you to get it. This card can also mean you will get the blame for something you didn’t do. You may try to get away with something that you know you shouldn’t be doing. This can be an affair, scandal or even breaking the law. Lastly, you could be involved in a situation where you tell yourself that everything is fine, but deep down you know you're unhappy. Your self deception will begin to affect you emotionally. You may be dealing with someone born on the Aquarius third decan (February 8-15).

12. February 2022- Ace of Swords

As we move into February, you will get to the source of trouble in your life. This can represent the start of a conflict. You may find out where drama has started in your life. However since we're dealing with an ace here, you will have the opportunity to turn things around. This is an extreme card. You will either experience great love or great hate. Hopefully it’s love with Valentine’s day around the corner. You’ll have extra stamina this month to get tasks done that are needed. Be careful of health treatments or accidents that involve knives or scalpels. Accidents, surgeries or dentists and c-sections are all possible with this card. A situation will progress very quickly at this time.

13. Theme of the Year- Ten of Wands

Burdens are the main theme of this card, and I feel it will be for your year ahead too. You will have to work hard this year, you will have to put in a lot more effort than you ever had to previously. You will be faced with the choice. Are you going to pull up your sleeves and get to work or give up? This card isn’t telling you to go either way- it only serves as a warning. In this case, you have a challenging year ahead Aries. You’ll have a lot on your plate. You may be juggling work, family and your home life. You go to bed at night thinking of all the work ahead of you the next day. Make sure you are finding time to take care of yourself. Stress related illnesses could crop up out of nowhere. I often see this card associated with new parents, Since so many pregnancy cards were pulled in this reading, it’s very likely this could be part of your year. Parenthood is hard and it’s likely you haven’t taken to it as well as you thought you would have. You may also be trying to get a business plan off the ground. It feels as though your pushing and pushing with no end in sight. There is hope to be found in whatever situation you find yourself in this year, you’re struggling now, so you will be cozy later. During the hard times, remind yourself what you're working towards. You may receive help from your mother or a friend. Friends and family may give you some hard truths about your love life and you may want to heed their advice. If you receive work advice from a co-worker in an area you're struggling in, take it to heart. Don’t be afraid to seek advice from multiple people you trust. Fortune is on your side, but you're going to have to work your tail off to get it!

#aries #happy birthday #year ahead #birthday spread #fire signs #tarot #tarot reader #luna lee tarot #zodiac

[fifteenskies15]

Moon Viewing Bliss

(Tokito Muichiro x Reader)

Summary: It's almost Otsukimi day and you decide to take Muichiro with you...

Admin's Note: Ayy @brinthie I know you didn't ask for this but consider this as my token of appreciation for you (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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Tommorow is otsukimi day, the harvest moon, the night when moon shines brilliantly, and you were thinking to take Muichiro to watch the moon together, you decided to take him because lately your lover, who is a mist pillar has work his shoes off, fighting demons tooth and nails, protecting the innocent people from those foul cretins, and what couldn't be more perfect than watching the moon while munching some moon dumplings?

You just came back from your mission today, after get some check ups from Shinobu in butterfly estate and make some lunch for him, you go straight to Muichiro's estate, as you arrived there, his crow greet you with a shrill caws "(Last name) is coming!! (Last name) is coming!!" You chuckled at that long lashed crow and let her land on your shoulder as you pat her small head with your finger.

Now you may wonder, how is it that his usually mean and full of malice crow is so tame to you? Simple, Muichiro told her to behave with you or else he's going to ignore her if she didn't.

As you walk in, you could see Muichiro in his plain white kimono and dark blue hakama stare blankly at the now ruined dummy with sword in his hand, you smiled and called after him

"Muichiro!"

He looked up at you and a bright smile decorated his once blank face "(Name), welcome back!" He put his sword back to its sheathe, as he wiped his sweat off with towel and drink some water, he walked up to you as you laid out a plum riceball and two steaming cup of green tea "dig in, Muichiro, you need more energy after your long solo training" he smiled gratefully at you as he take a sip of his green tea "Thanks for doing this, (name)"

"You're welcome, Mui"

You both just sip your tea, enjoying the peaceful autumn, the leaves on the trees turned red and yellow, the wind blow the fallen ginko leaves in Muichiro's estate garden gently, the view is definitely picturesque, the wind gently carried the scent of a autumn flowers, you sighed contently at how peaceful autumn season is.

"The autumn is very nice, don't you say, Mui?" He looked at you, tilting his head a bit "Is it? What makes it so nice and peaceful?" You giggled at him, oh sweet and naive Muichiro...

"Well, what do you think? What makes it peaceful to you?" He hummed and scratch his chin as if deep in thoughts and closed his eyes as he looked at you with a smile.

"...You"

"Huh? W-what do you mean, Mui?"

"Your presence made it so peaceful and filled with tranquility"

You sip your green tea to hide your smile "You're being too much, Mui" he just let out a low chuckle as he take a bite of his nosh, "I have a feeling that you came here for another reason" you smiled at him, a bit cheekily "Guilty, well are you free tommorow?" Muichiro shrugged "Oyakata-sama didn't assign me on mission, so I'm pretty much free, what's up?" You scoot closer to him "You see, Otsukimi day is tomorrow and I was thinking... Maybe we could go to the small hill near the estate to watch the moon?"

He tilted his head in confusion again "Why should we? Can we just do it another time?"

You smiled at him, playing with his hair "Well tomorrow, the moon will shine brighter than the usual, besides that Mui..." You took both of his hands as you pout and give him your sad eyes "You have been working too much lately, you need to straighten your legs and let it loose for once, please Mui? Won't you humor me?"

Muichiro let out a soft sigh as he smiled and cup your cheeks "How could I say no to my precious (name)-chan/kun?"

You laughed and playfully shove him away "So it's a yes then?"

"It is indeed a yes"

He take another bite of his rice before he stand up and take his sword "Well I feel rejuvenated, thanks for the meal, (name)"

You smiled and nodded at him "You're very welcome, Mui, and I guess I'll take my leave"

As you're about to head back to your estate, Muichiro tugged on your sleeve and looked at you like he's a lost puppy

"Can you stay please?"

Well, who would have say no to those big sad eyes?

"Fufu... Alright, if you insist"

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The Otsukimi day is here, you already make a bunch of moon dumplings for you both to enjoy while looking at the moon, you smiled to yourself as you bring the basket of moon dumplings, as you're about to get Muichiro, you stopped on your tracks because he's been waiting outside your estate

"Oh, Muichiro! Good evening! I was about to come over and pick you up"

He just smiled "Well I'm here now aren't I?" He then offered his hand to you with a smile on his face "Shall we, my dear?" You giggled at him and gratefully take his hand "Yes, we shall"

As you both make your way to the hill, you and Muichiro started a small talk as the sound of chirping crickets accompany you "So... Why is it so special about the moon viewing festival?"

"Well Mui, it's to celebrate the harvest moon, I'm sure you're aware that autumn is the season of bountiful crops, and this is another way to celebrate it! And did you know that this is the perfect opportunity to see the moon rabbit"

Muichiro raised his eyebrows, he seems to be visible intrigued "Really? So there is a literal rabbit on the moon?"

You giggled at him "Goodness Mui, no! There's a tale of a virtuous rabbit that gave its life to feed a Buddhist deity disguised as a poor, elderly man. Touched by the rabbit’s selflessness, the deity drew the rabbit’s shape into the surface of the moon where it remains to this day"

You looked at him and to see him with his mouth slightly ajar, he's mildly impressed.

"Wow... That's amazing"

"It is indeed, so every full moon night we should definitely bought a rice cake because the rabbit is known to always pounding rice into a paste and speaking of which, here we are"

You smiled as both of you eventually reach the small hill, a sturdy birch tree standing proudly on it. As you put down the basket of moon dumplings, you see Muichiro sat down and looked at the majestic shiny moon.

He looked like he was spellbound by the moon, you smile and sit next to him "Here Mui, I made you moon dumplings, help yourself" you say as you offer him the dumpling, he smiled and take it.

"Thank you, (name)" he took a bite and smiled "it's delicious" you smiled as you take one for yourself "I'm glad then"

You both enjoyed the dumpling while while look at the moon.

You sneak a glance at Muichiro, his handsome face were illuminated by the moonlight.

Is it possible for someone to look that divine?

"What is it (name)?" He asked you with a playful smile on his face, you blushed and look away, muttering a quiet "... Nothing..." He just chuckled and scoot closer to you

And lay his head on your lap, making himself comfortable, you smiled at him as you run your fingers through his hair "Are you comfortable there, Mui?"

"Mmm, very...I had a great view too..."

You playfully arch your eyebrows "Are you talking about me or the moon?" He then put his gentle hand on your cheek, as he admired you and how the moonlight illuminated your (s/c) and your (h/l) (h/c)

"The moon is beautiful but the view above me is more beautiful, because right now, I'm looking at the most beautiful person that ever walked on the earth"

There he go again, he surely know how to make you blush, gracious alive...

"Muichiro, you flatter me too much" he just smiled and sat up, giving you a sweet kiss on cheek "You deserve nothing more than praises and appreciation" he just lay back down on your lap as you just bashfully smile at him, a faint blush on your face.

You lean in to give him a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his smile amidst the kiss

"Have I told you how much I love you, (name)?"

"Nah, I don't think you have today"

"Well in that case (name), I love you, I love you so much, because you give me courage and you opened my eyes, you made me see the beauty of this world and I don't know if you didn't came into my life, if you didn't, I can't even see something magnificent as this" he said as he pointed at the moon

You smiled warmly at him "I love you too, Mui, I will always find my way into your life and show you happiness even if that means I have to move the heaven and earth just to be with you"

You both share each other smile before you looked up at the shining moon, faintly, you can see a figure of a rabbit pounding rice, you smile to yourself.

"That rabbit just witnessed my undying love for you" Muichiro said out of the blue, you raise your eyebrows "You saw it too?"

"Mhmm..."

With a smile, you looked up at the moon

"Well then, virtuous rabbit, you did just witnessed our love for each other"

With that being said you smile at Muichiro once again as both of you bask in the moonlight together...

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Admin 15: Tumblr, I'm angry at you for having an error when I publish the original version of this story now everyone is going to be confusion, but anyways... I hope you all enjoy it, I'm so sorry for the grammar error too!

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba scenario #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #tokito muichiro #tokito muichiro x reader

[shockedabouttmblrnamesuggestion]

Well long time no run. Let's remedy that.

So once again 8km, weather is nice for mid autumn ~15°C slight breeze.

So I did ~39:30 which considering my lack of training is good, that's around 12,1 km/h

Btw bpm at rest ~68, good work heart <3

Bpm 30 sec after effort ~120 which is extremly low, weird <3

Talking of heart I'm not feeling too good this days. The Last two weeks must have been at around 1/2 tos, wicked.

I hope you're doing great, now and until next time, nor gonna make any promise this time

By the way ficus shot

#running #depressionmanagement #runningficus #mylifeisalaughingstock #ficus #thickus #thicksus

[droo216]

Hey, sorry, this is kind of a weird question, but you're the only person I can think of to come with this to. I've also been a big time fan of Peter Pan ever since I was a kid, but I'm about to graduate high school this Saturday. So I just wanted to ask - from one Pan fan to another... how did you deal with growing up?

Okay first of all, please accept my apology for this delayed response. I’m so sorry that it has taken me so long to reply, but growing up has been hard, so it’s a major reflection to talk about.

Second of all, congratulations! I hope the end of your time in high school went smoothly and that you’re excited about whatever may come next!

As for your question.

Dang, I’ve started to tear up already and I haven’t even started typing.

I’ve said before that the reader is meant to identify with Wendy’s role in the story - ultimately, she realizes that growing up is important and a natural part of life, and she allows herself to be excited about her potential for her future. But I get where Peter is coming from too. The future is scary. Psychological studies have shown that most people are optimistic about the future - we tend to believe things will get better rather than worse. We think the future holds a better job, a happier home, a full family, and so on. But I think many of us are left with the question: what if it doesn’t get better?

In high school, I was a pretty quiet person. I got straight As, I was a model student. I shown most brightly in choir and definitely in theatre. I went through many different ideas of what I wanted to do - author, actor, elementary teacher, even a dentist at one point. But I was the theatre kid. I loved theatre, I’ve done it consistently since I was seven years old, I’ve done dozens and dozens of shows. It was, in a way, the path of least resistance.

In college, as is often the case, others were lit more brightly than I was. It wasn’t a shock, I expected to receive smaller roles and understudies in my first year, but other freshmen were playing John Proctor and Abigail in The Crucible while I was sitting quietly in the back as Ezekiel Cheever, who has maybe ten lines in the whole show. I got my share of leading roles as my time progressed and I was cast every semester - but I just wasn’t ever the gem of the department. My friends were.

I went to school thirty minutes away from my hometown. It was just far enough to get away while still having that safety net. Around my sophomore year, a friend of mine did the Disney College Program and I started getting it in my head that I wanted to go work at Disney too. I’m sure my closely-guarded secret crush on him was related to this, but I also love Disney and it seemed like a natural step. Again, the path of least resistance. I’ve always had a connection to Florida anyway because I was born here, and I also needed the distance from my hometown that Orlando provided to allow me to - pardon the horrible cliche - “find myself.” Let’s say, I needed to… figure some things out.

I’ve learned the most about myself and life in general in my time down here in Florida. I still have a hard time thinking of myself as an adult. I’ve lived with many different roommates, with both positive and negative results. I’ve taken on a lot more responsibility financially, but my dad still covers my phone bill and we all share my sister’s Netflix account. I now live in a house - a real house! - but we rent it from a guy in the Netherlands and it takes a total of five roommates to cover the rent and we have almost zero furniture in the shared spaces because we all came from apartments where the other people owned the couches and tables and chairs.

There’s a lot of yucky things about growing up. Bills are the worst part. I hate cleaning dishes. I don’t mind putting the laundry in but taking it out and folding and hanging everything is a drag. I made spaghetti for the first time a month ago and my first ever grilled cheese two weeks ago. I always put off vacuuming as long as possible. Maintenance for my car is beyond annoying.

But responsibility means freedom. Growing up ties you down in many ways but it releases you in others. Don’t want to make the bed? You don’t have to. As long as you’re happy with an unmade bed, you’re allowed to do that. (I love having a made bed, which is probably shocking to absolutely no one.) Want to eat ice cream for dinner? You can. It’s not great for you, but sometimes you just need some ice cream and now there’s no one to tell you no. And the sucky parts of growing up often yield positive results. That grilled cheese I made? I NAILED it on the first shot, it turns out I make a FANTASTIC grilled cheese, and now I think I’m a gourmet chef every time I butter up a couple pieces of toast and put some Kraft slices between them. Keeping up with the car is rough, especially because I don’t know a thing about cars - but I have a car. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. I often don’t. But if I wanted to, I could. I probably don’t exercise the freedom that growing up allows as much as I could, honestly.

Growing up is always on my mind. I’m 27. I thought I’d be married by 25 but I am very single with no potential suitor in sight. My dad was my age when I was born. I still text him every time I have a question about student loans or any money thing, really. I feel like I should know all this stuff by now, but every day I learn a little bit more and get a little closer to total responsibility. I hate that I’m this age and can’t afford my own place or even a couch for the place I do have. It’s like the lovely lady says in Finding Neverland about the crocodile’s role in the play. Time is chasing all of us.

The roughest part has been this year. Receiving a Stage III C colon cancer diagnosis at the age of 27 was surreal. When the doctor said the word “cancer,” I had a Hermione Granger response. I was very matter-of-fact, very clinical. When I told a friend that night and said the word “cancer” out loud with my own lips, I broke down in tears. I’m a fully grown man with a job and a house and a beard and I felt like a child inside. I was terrified. I still am. It’s not done, and it’s never going to be. This is something I’ll have to keep checking in on for the rest of my life.

This is a pattern I have begun to notice about being a grown up. Things don’t go away. You fix the car and something else breaks. You empty the dishwasher and fill it right back up. You go to the doctor and find out a diagnosis and now you have to monitor that continuously. You come out to your close friends, you finally come out to your family, you think it’s done, I’m out, I’m free - but you just escape from a tiny cage and found out that that cage was inside another one that is only marginally bigger than the first, and every time you meet someone new, you have to come out again and again and who knows how they’re going to react. I know there’s another Neverland-related simile here but I can’t think of what it is.

I still think grown-up me is someone that exists in the future, not in the present. I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. It’s changing all the time. For now, I have enough battles to get through, the job is the least of my concerns. And when I think about my future, if someone were to ask me what I want in the coming years, the job doesn’t even come to mind. I think about my relationships and what I want those to look like. That’s not the case for everyone, but it’s something important I’ve realized about myself.

Here’s a thought: Peter Pan loves being a child because he thinks it brings him freedom. But Wendy sees how trapped Peter is, physically and mentally and emotionally, and realizes that she must return to the responsibilities that await her in adulthood in order to grow and earn that ability to make your own choices. That’s what growing up is. Making your own choices.

I honestly don’t know if I’ve answered your question. I have to tell you though, you’re not alone in this feeling. I’m probably almost a decade older than you and I feel the same way. Growing up is an awfully big adventure. It’s daunting. But if we don’t keep moving forward, we will trap ourselves even further.

I hope this helps, and I hope you’re doing well. I’d love to hear from you about how you’re feeling as we hit halfway through your first summer post-graduation. If I remember right, it doesn’t entirely feel like everything is changing yet because the first summer just feels like part of the school cycle that you’re used to. Autumn is when it feels like the next stage has begun.

I think that’s all I have to say for now. I poured more of my heart out than I expected to. I’m sending faith and trust your way - I’m sure we both need them right now.

#drew answers #anonymous #about me #long post

[restlessmaknae]

(part 2) I hope you're having a great day too, you're soo sweet 🥺♥️ the summers can get very hot, especially in the last years, but I guess it's very similar to Hungary, isn't it? Today it's pretty okay actually, it's around 25°C right now! Do you like heat and the summer or do you prefer winter? ❤️❤️❤️ Have a good day and you too, don't forget to drink lots of water 🥰 - deobi anon

Aww thank you! 💖 Today wasn’t a bad day. It was an okayish day, I would say. 😊 Your message really made my night, so thank you so much for writing such lovely messages! I’m always looking forward to reading them! 🥰

It seems quite similar based on your words, and we had around 29°C today, so it wasn’t that bad, but it can get really hot, especially in August. We can have 40°C for days in a row. I don’t really like summer because I can’t stand hot weather and I also have a sun allergy, so I either don’t go out or protect myself as much as I can. My favourite season is autumn though. I love how pretty the scenery can be with all the colourful leaves and I watch a lot more sunsets in autumn than in any other season. 😊 What about you? What’s your favourite season? ❤️

Thank you so much for your lovely messages! Hope you have an amazing day tomorrow! Take care and stay safe! 🥰 ❤️❤️❤️

#deobi anon #ask #reply #<333

[legeia-blog1]

Hi! Could I have an energy reading please? Name's Valerie C: Hope you're having a great day!

Im in a forest and it is autumn. Im exploring it and seeing where it leads me. I feel very calm and in my element. A deer comes up to me but all of a sudden runs away in the other direction. After that I begin to explore deeper and deeper, the sky starts to become black and the trees get denser. All of a sudden there is a clearing with a massive tree surrounded by golden light. I go up and touch it. The light surrounds me and blows my hair everywhere. I take a deep breath and look up with my eyes shining with determination. 

I feel like you’ve been on a journey wether that be of self discovery or starting a new beginning. You aren’t going where you want to go and as you go on its getting scarier and scarier and you feel like you’re further away from where you’re meant to be. Just trust in the journey, love, you’re heading where you need to go and sometimes thats different to where you want to go. 

Please give feedback! Energy readings are open for a short time.

#energy readings #valerie #starryskywitch

[ladyeowyn]

❤️hi nickie!! congrats on hitting 4k you totally deserve it

hello Hazel and thank you sm!! 💖 that sounds incredible oomg! I'm so happy for you and I hope you have a great time there 😊

a e s t h e t i c ❤️• element: water - air - fire - earth - æther• season: spring - summer - autumn - winter• flower: lilac - lavender - daffodil - peony - orchid - sunflower - iris - magnolia• scent: citruses - rain - coffee - cinnamon - roses - vanilla - books - mint• landscape: city - forest - rainforest - countryside - mountains - beach - lake - ocean - desert• celestial object: sun - moon - stars - nebula - planet - comet• supernatural being: dragon - phoenix - mermaid - witch - werewolf - ghost - elf - vampire• following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever

join? ♥

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[fremmedsprak]

16 30 33 57 ;) (hope you're having a nice day)

hello hello there!! :) i’m having a great day, hope you’re having a good one too!

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

sunny, because i love being outside, but not too hot, like autumn sunny

30. Do you like text messaging?

yes yes yes yes i hate talking on the phone so

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

oh man that’s hard… i guess cold because i really hate when it’s too hot.. but like not -25°C cold, like 10°C cold. hope that makes sense ahaha

57. Are you shy?

ahahhahahhahaahaha yes. i also blush suuuuper easily so whenever i meet someone new i turn red which is annoying. it usually takes a little while for me to get used to someone new and i can’t deal with not-shy-at-all people when i meet them for the first time

#also add a little social anxiety to the shy thing which just makes things worse #ask games #nexusistic #answered