#Jos’ daily mood

[subbybabyenby-2]

I'm of a mood

I love the idea of having my holes stretched to their limit, leaving me so so sore after. A too large cock/strap being forced into me repeatedly. Maybe plug my holes with something larger to keep me open.

#jos speaks #me #jos.txt #I'm of a mood #stretch me out #i need my holes stuffed full #stuff me full #autistic nsft #enby nsft #nonbinary nsft #nb nsft #nsft sub #nsft tumblr #nsft txt #fill my holes #Jos’ daily mood #i’m of a mood

[luvdiosblog]

Healthy Morning habits 2023

• sticking to a morning and night routine. One of my goals for this year is to stay consistent and productive and get as much stuff as I can done daily instead of procrastinating as it doesn’t get me anywhere so having a routine has helped me as well a using a to-do list

• Doing some sort of daily exercise has helped me SO much honestly I’m in love with just moving my body whether that being going out for a walk or doing at home workout I love growwithJo workouts and Shirlyn Kim they have helped me a lot but I would really love to get into pilates and do something new. Exercise has increased my mood and just makes me feel good honestly.

• Sundays are reset days for me where I take a breather and relax where I clean my room get everything ready for the new work and just focus on self care and my skincare to help my mind, body and soul.

• Journalling I didn’t think that journalling would really help me but wow it does. I journal every morning and night if I don’t I feel somehow out of routine I always journal my affirmations for the day, daily intentions, gratitude etc. To help me get ready for the day.

• Schedule I love to schedule my day and try to incorporate studying as I have exams coming really soon I need to try to incorporate time for school each day which is why I’ve made a revision timetable which has helped me as I have a certain time to do one subject then I switch to do a different subject instead of doing the same one.

• Listening to more podcasts lately I’ve been listening to podcasts or watching educational channels instead of watching boring videos or listening to music I would rather like to educate myself some more also some podcasts that I recommend the mindful mentor, theplaygirldiaries, growing with jo (spotify) and lynette adkins.

• Gut I’m trying to have a balanced diet and incorporate healthy greens to my gut as well as trying new foods and to cook more this year.

• Burn out it may be tiring always staying on top of things but it’s OKAY to take a break it can be spending time with friends or family or with yourself trust me take a BREAK.

• Stay consistent with my skincare routine.

Bye girlies have a good day/night/morning love ya! 🎀

#aesthetic #it girl #girly #health & fitness #beauty #pink #gym #that girl #workout #yoga #morning #routine #healthy habits #skincare #self care #sunday reset #pink pilates #princess

[azurecrystalz]

[Translation] Please, God

From Rinne's "Auspiciousness and Gods" 4*! Written by: Yuumasu Featuring: Rinne, Kanata, Hiyori, HiMERU, Niki, and Kohaku! Season: Autumn

Brief Synopsis: After hearing of Kanata's past, Rinne believes he's found his new good luck charm and decides to give it a try.

Rinne: (My next job is in around an hour...I'd really like to go play some pachinko, but I've only got time for one game. And it's pointless going to Cafe Cinnamon if Niki's not there. Well then, I guess that leaves me no choice but to kill time here. I really wish I had anything to cure my boredom...ah--)

Rinne: Hey, Hiyori-chan~! It's great to see ya! I can't really tell why, but Hiyori-chan seems like a good sign. Must be the benefits of your "ii-hiyori"*~

Hiyori: Rinne-senpai, I know you must be absolutely in tears at the sight of me, but right now it's "warui hiyori".

Rinne: Nn? Why? You don't look too good, did you catch cold?

Hiyori: I came here to pick up a nice snack, but the quiche I was looking for is sold out. I was the one that sent the letter suggesting that quiche should be added to their "repertoire". The fact that I can't eat it is unforgivable.

Rinne: Oioi, you like eating tissues**? You're like a goat eating paper. Hiyori-chan try saying "meh-meh"~

Hiyori: I will absolutely not say that. I'm not a goat! I am in no mood to be made fun of, got it? Why are you provoking me?

Rinne: I had some free time and I saw a friend of mine, so is there an issue if I wanna go talk to them? We're dorm mates, so why don't you play nice with me a bit? Gyahaha!

Hiyori: Dorm mates...well then, why don't you go ask Kanata-kun to play with you? He's definitely not as lucky as me, but he's got some good luck as well.

Rinne: What do you mean?

Hiyori: This is just hearsay, but I heard that while he was attending Yumenosaki Academy he was worshipped by the students for granting them anything they wished for.

Rinne: Anything, you say? Gyaha! There's no way. What is he, a god?

Hiyori: Fufu. Whether you believe it or not is on you, Rinne-senpai.

Six hours later

Rinne: (Fuu, it's finally over. Good job today, me. I'll get the hell out of here once I put my stuff down. My beloved gambling awaits~ I think I'll head to the pachinko parlor, to start. There's new machine's that opened up that I want to try out...nn?)

Kanata: ....zzz

Rinne: (I had no idea you were already back, Kanna-cchi. I didn't even realize it at all. He looks like he's having a happy and peaceful sleep. Is he having a good dream?)

Rinne: ........

Rinne: ("Anything they wished for", huh? I get that it's a baseless rumor, but I think it wouldn't hurt to try.)

Rinne: [whispering] I pray that I'll win big!

Rinne: (Alright, I'm gonna give my all!~)

A few days later

Niki: Sorry to keep you waiting~, here are both of your daily specials.

HiMERU: Thank you.

Kohaku: Hey, Niki-han. I've got something I need to ask you.

HiMERU: Oukawa.

Kohaku: Isn't it bothering you too, HiMERU-han? There's no getting anywhere by ourselves, so let's get Niki-han in on it. Um, right over there...that's Rinne-han sitting at the counter, isn't it?

Rinne: ....

Rinne: ...haa..

Kohaku: He looks like he's been mulling over something like that for a really long time, did something happen? Maybe he ate something weird?

Niki: Ehh, please don't accuse me of putting something in his food! I was wondering why he wasn't in our hair, but now that you point it out he has been acting differently.

HiMERU: So that means even Shiina doesn't know.

Kohaku: HiMERU-han, where are you going?

HiMERU: To ask him directly. It's a waste if we all sit here talking about it while not knowing anything.

HiMERU: Amagi, a moment please?

Rinne: ...Hey, Merumeru. Do you believe in God?

HiMERU: Hah?

Kohaku: Crap, Rinne-han's broken.

Niki: Uwah, this is trouble. Who can fix him? Otouto-san?

Rinne: I'm not broken, I'm fine. I've got no idea how or why, but after I prayed to Kana-cchi, I kept hitting it big in every pachinko game I played. At first it was all just some kind of joke, but I really think that he could be some kind of gambling god.

Rinne: I'll have to treasure this kind of luck~! Gyahaha!

Even more days later

Hiyori: I'm baaack! If you're home you'd better give me a big warm welcome!

Kanata: Welcome back, "Ohisama"-san.

Hiyori: Kanata-kun, what's wrong? I'm back now, so how could you look so down?

Kanata: I'm feeling "fine", I'm just confused. "Chief"-san lately has been spoiling me extravagantly.

Hiyori: Spoiling you?

Kanata: Yes. He bought me an "inflatable pool" and he tried taking me to a "fishfood" restaurant. I don't understand his true "intentions". It's really troubling.

Hiyori: Ah, I have an idea why that is, let me tell you...

After a few moments

Hiyori: And that's it. He sounds like he really believes that buying you more gifts will increase his luck. I would even say he actually thinks of you as a gambling deity.

Kanata: Fumu, so that's why he was acting like a "kiss up". I don't like it, the feeling of being used you know?

Rinne: I'm back~...

Kanata: Ah, "Chief"-san. I need to tell you something. I'm not a "gambling god", you know that right?

Rinne: Aah...haha. Did you catch me praying to you this whole time? Wish I heard that a little earlier, since I just lost big time. Haa, in this world there really is no such thing as a quick-deal.

Hiyori: Don't huff in my presence! If you won't worship Kanata-kun, then you can worship me! I am part of "Eden", named after the haven dominated by an all-powerful God, so treating me with reverence will surely bring you some blessings!

Rinne: No way~, could you be pushing your beliefs onto me? What should Rinne-kun do now~

Hiyori: There's no harm in trying! I'll have a bronze statue sculpted of me, so that you can go to worship it everyday.

Rinne: Hehe, Hiyori-sama~

Hiyori: I don't like your tone! Be serious, and show some more respect!

Rinne: Jeez. This god's got too many demands.

(*): Sorry if my usage of "ii-hiyori"/"warui hiyori" is incorrect, I genuinely can't tell if it's treated as a noun or adjective, but I'll trust HiyoriPs to understand

(**): Rinne interpreted Hiyori incorrectly and heard "tisshu" (meaning tissue) instead of "qisshu" (meaning quiche).

#enstars #enstars translation #rinne amagi #hiyori tomoe #himeru #kanata shinkai #niki shiina #kohaku oukawa #aurora tls

[undercoverpena]

hii! this might be quite personal and I mean no offense but how do you write so much? do you block time out (and how do you write so well?) I need to know!!!

I’m sorry I’ve sat on this one for a few days anon! my personal life has been a shit-show and I always worry if I respond when im under stress my British-wit/snark comes across as bitchiness 😂 because what I want to say is—

poor mental health + shit sleeping routine + a head full of stories

but that sounds flippant, doesn’t it? even if I mean it in jest. so I sat on it to give you and anyone else that will read this, the below insights into me, jo. a person you may follow, someone you may check in on but don’t follow, or someone who makes you seethe from a corner hahahah.

one. I have always created stories in my head. which sounds cliche, but it’s true. i assume there’s some psychological explanation like avoidance because I don’t have the tools to deal with real life or that I prefer the version of myself in my head than irl. but that’s point one. my head is full of them. and for as long as I can remember, on and off, it’s always been there. I didn’t always write, admittedly, but I thought about them. maybe made my dolls reenact them or created the story on the sims.

two. point one leads nicely into point two, but I find life very overwhelming a lot of the time. I cope, I function, but writing helps me so much. so I tend to do it daily. I physically can feel when I haven’t—like there’s too many voices, too many things bursting around inside of me. it’s how I cope with my mood disorder, and I’m happy to say 8/10 it works. (this is partially why I don’t get fazed by numbers, im going to write regardless if I share it, and if I do share it, there’s zero expectation from me anyone will read it. it’s more a gift from my brain to your day, you know?)

three. because of point two (see a theme here) I struggle to sleep. a good day for me is six hours. a bad day is three. somewhere in the middle I tend to cope and function. sometimes, when life is really fucking hard, I’ll have eight hours and you can tell—because I actually do not write. it usually means I’m burnt out, honestly.

four. more pleasant now, less scene setting than before, but I plan out things. before I share a series I’ll bank a handful of chapters in case my muse fucks off on vacation (the wench) and I’ll always write an ending so I can go about writing out of order (because I do not write anything in order, not a chapter, not a series or a one shot). so mainly, I find a routine that works for me. I cannot force myself to write chronologically, so why bother? you know? circles don’t go in square holes and all of that.

five. I’m rigid with my upload dates. yes, for lovely followers this means waiting, and for me this gives structure — which helps massively with points one to three. but it also buys me time. it gives me the chance to sit in my feelings when I share a chapter, and think logically about what I want the next chapter to feel like. I also like having dates associated to characters in my head, because it gives me some focus of when I should share it.

six. I can write on my phone, at a laptop and in a notebook. the phone one helps massively as I can do so anywhere and any place. this has meant long drives provide oneshots you all love, chapters have been written on planes and things that make you all hate me are written in bed, in the dead of the night, while the rest of the world sleeps. but again, I found a system that works for me. writing at night is my best and most productive time, so I had to adapt to be able to do so effectively without making my husband worry about me.

seven. surround yourself with people who don’t judge you for writing copious amounts. I’ve tried to do the fitting in thing, I’ve tried to dilute myself, and I’ve tried to lessen uploading because of comments “friends” have made or asks I’ve gotten. find people who celebrate you even one on one, because that’s when you’re creativity will really bloom.

eight. I mentioned earlier about process, but I have a process that works for me in terms of plotting. I do a few rounds of different things which I call skeleton, muscle and then skin. but my friend ( @thetriumphantpanda hi babe) loves to create mood boards before she begins. we all have processes and it’s finding one that works for you. my process helps me share all the things I do with you.

nine. I tell the story I want to tell. I pour my heart out onto a screen because I want too. and because im pleasing myself first and foremost, it allows me to feel creative. for the only time in my life, I am in control and I get to put myself first.

ten. I love writing about love. I love grand gestures, and small little moments; I love big speeches, and I also love the head turn and a simple, you’re not too bad you’re not. I love it all. and because of that, I fucking love what I do on here.

so, to answer the question what started all of this off, I write so much because I love what I do, because I can, and because i do it for me first with the secondary hope I make one persons day. that’s it. that’s my baseline, one person outside of me. the rest is just a bonus.

so, find the thing you love to write about, and just write it. take your time. there’s no right or wrong way to do it. write ten words a day or a hundred or a thousand. spend days moving a full stop or a comma or weeks thinking an idea over but not making a single note.

however you choose to do it, make sure you have fun. because otherwise, it’s just a job, and we already have to give to much of our days to that as it is.

#jo: writing advice #<- not sure if this is that as im just talking at you #but also like it’s nice to just share this #because people make assumptions #and they say things but they don’t realise the consequences or how it hurts #but sometimes a girl writes so much because life is hard #and sometimes it’s because she likes making silly men experience blowjobs under a sky full of stars

[shirogane-oushirou]

11 and 14 for the selfship ask game 👀

-bobasthrone

hie jo!!!!! tysm for the questions, looking forward to answering these hehe! i hope you're doing well and keeping safe this season ^^

11. has an F/O inspired you to pick up a new hobby/interest/habit this year?

i'd say "gray inspired me to pick otome games back up so i could read spade alice (the new one he's in)" but that feels like cheating LOL. i also technically did my first gunpla shortly before ren Appeared to me... so while i've gotten MORE into it thanks to ren (and the thought of us doing them together), i also don't really count that. ren did get me hardcore back into art tho... like he's my oc so if i'm not making shit for him NOBODY is kjNKJSDFNKJNF. and he's making me focus a bit more on clothes than i normally would in my art AND irl (i want to look soooo cute for him~). and even though i haven't started YET, i do EVENTUALLY want to do mycology research for funsies. i know Enough about my own mycotoxin ailments, but anything beyond that is just like. what mushrooms used to grow outside my family's previous house and how RANCID they smelled lmao. i feel like learning more would get me closer to him, and i can see it as him infodumping to me! like that one post about leaf-cutter ants and fungus farms was WILD... i want to learn more shit like that!!!!

14. did you find out anything new and surprising about yourself through selfshipping this year?

honestly, i think ren has helped me explore so many parts of myself that i don't know how to list it all. dude's like... 10% stuff from the original dream, 30% original stuff, 60% stuff taken directly or remixed from my life. ;;;; the 30-40% that isn't me is KEY and clearly makes him very different and his own person, but also... love to dump traumas on OCs to work through them~~~ (as a Kinda Funny Thing, i think i hyperfixated on Just Some Guy ren as much as i did Villain Doc ren.... i think i've gone from "nobody will be as interesting as a cool fictional character" to "just give me a cute retail worker who's real niceys to me, i want to give it a try" OKJSNFKJN) i've also found out i have the capacity for WAAAAAY MORE social interaction than i thought possible. i've been isolated since 2016, becoming progressively more socially anxious, and one of my 2023 goals was just to go from "regular chatter in one twitch stream" to "regular chatter in multiple twitch streams", which would have been a huge change in itself... and yet here i am just chatting it up w people daily!!!!! it's nuts!!!! i still obvs have bad days... plus i still can't really do one-on-one dms or chat apps like discord kJNDKJFNSKDJFN i'm gonna need Actual For Real Therapy to be comfy doing that again KJSNKFJNKJDFNS... but i've met so many fucking cool people since making this blog, and i love chatting in tags and replies and asks like these!! i even made the first "move" in multiple cases! it's a small thing... but to me, it's huge. and it's improved my mood SO much (sans this month yeehaw but that isn't selfshipping's fault lol). all this to say HIEEEEEE if you're reading this you're rad af and ilu hehehe

#ty again for the aaaask ;w; #[ asks. ] #📌 [ my posts. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] #🦎 [ chasing starlight. ] #🧃 [ who is in control. ] #[ oomfies ; jo. ]

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Dossier presents us with original women's perfumes for all types of events - Interior decoration

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Dossier presents us with original women's perfumes for all types of events - Interior decoration

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Dossier: fragrances designed for everyone

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Woody Sage

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Floral Pear

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Fruity Magnolia

A perfume that is inspired by Bright Crystal by Versace and stands out for opening with a sparkling blend of pomegranate and yuzu, refreshed by marine nuances. As it progresses, magnolia takes center stage, unfolding the fragrance in a dazzling bouquet of feminine flowers. This vibrant and colorful perfume is the ideal choice for the day, offering an olfactory experience that energizes and calms at the same time.

Gourmand Orange Blossom

The last perfume we bring to you is inspired by La Vie Est Belle by Lancome. Gourmand Orange Blossom begins with a charming floral combination of jasmine, orange blossom, and lily, enriched by the liveliness of blackcurrant and the softness of hazelnut. Over time, its woody facets are revealed thanks to patchouli, while praline, brown sugar, and vanilla contribute warmth and sweetness. This blend of floral aromas with gourmand touches creates an elegant and voluptuous fragrance, radiating sensuality and brightness, and striking a perfect balance between the freshness of flowers and the indulgence of sweets.

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Source: Opendeco, decoration news in Spanish

#General

[myinnerocean]

27.January 2024

Hello. It's me.

Who wouldve thought that, huh ? I don't even know why I'm here. But its sure because you offered it so here I am in some kind of a mood and thought I would try. And I don't even know what to say. I also don't know if there will be a post again after this one. I know I can't make promises because usually I keep breaking them.

Its a haunting feeling, you know. And I can't even tell you what kind of feeling. I am a different person than I was back then but whenever this feeling comes up, it reminds of the dark days back then. I know I am still struggling and there alot of things that still live in me. But this specific feeling is one of the worst parts.

It feels like a kind of loneliness lives within me. One of a kind that can't be returned and will exist forever. My brain tries telling me that is not real and is just part of this big mental load. But that seems like a small whisper which can't fight back enough that feeling.

It feels like I'm wrapped up in this kind of feeling, like it's in every bone, in every muscle and in every cell of my body. In daily life it seems to hide, seems to be less visible. And sometimes I think it's fading. But then, in moments like these, it's coming from the ground and fills me entirely up.

Urgh Jo, I'm sorry and I don't even know what I'm writing here. I can't even understand it myself. I just know that for alot of years now this feeling is like my shadow. And it's like I keep getting reminded that no matter how beautiful my life is changing - that those moments are there to taught me, that all this beauty in my life is an illusion I made up. It's like telling me look. Look around, you sitting here. Nevermind if I am 15, 20, 25. It says look around - who is here ? Nobody. Nobody is here and you are all alone. There's nothing for you here, nobody and nothing.

And as I am writing this, Lars is sleeping in the bed. But it doesn't matter, I am still alone. I am also alone, when he's right besides me. He's there but also not. It's still and always being alone.

And I must say, those moments like right now I know too well here. It's like a repeating reminder, repeating repeating repeating, that I am a mistake and there's nothing I can do to change this. It's like someone's telling me for decades "don't you finally get it ? How often do I have to show you ? How can you still ignore it ? Didn't you feel it enough? Do I have to show you even more ? It's pointless. You don't belong here and nobody wants you here. You're not one of us, no part of this world. Nobody wants to be with you and I can't understand how you keep ignoring this feeling. Just get it."

I could go on and on and on. It just never stops and it's hurting alot on those days. There's nobody I can excuse myself to and nothing I can change.

And till now I just push through and just wait till it's better again. And then wait until it comes back to endure it again. Idk man, idk.

It feels like someone's put me on fire and I just wait till the fire is burnt out. But instead of being through that, I get to breathe a few seconds until someone puts me on fire again and I just have to wait till it's over. So then I wonder, when will it stop. I ask myself why is it never over. I ask myself why does the fire never kill me. I wonder, when the fire doesn't kill me what does then.

Ugh. I hate writing this. It feels silly and dramatic. Don't be worried, once I slept and wake up in the morning it'll be okay again and in like back in daily business. But ye, I told what's happening then.

There's so much going in my mind and this is just a tiny part so I wrote it down.

Sorry Jo for this post, my mind is just so confusing and nebulous and obscure like a million strings tangled within each other.

#i hate this post already and will regret in 3 seconds #lol #just ju things

[ahmedperfumes-blog]

Top 5 Perfume Brands in UAE that can change the fragrance market in 2024

Bird’s-eye view of 2024 best fragrance brands that can change the UAE fragrance market.

The fragrance market is ever-evolving. Every day, we see new perfume brands in UAE becoming mass favorites. Whether you are a citrus lover or prefer strong fragrances, the fragrance industry in the UAE has always been synonymous with luxury and opulence.

Regardless of your scent preference, investing in the right perfume can be a hefty task. And we, being fragrance enthusiasts, can completely relate to that, especially in the UAE, where you have thousands of options available to choose from among both local and international brands.

But don’t worry, you don’t have to waste your time searching for the right perfume. We have got your back. Here, we have the top 5 perfume brands in UAE that are making waves and expected to be the game changers in the upcoming year.

Ahmed Perfume — Best Overall

Two decades ago, Mr. Kafeel Ahmed turned his passion into a perfume brand that has now become a sensation in the UAE. Today, Ahmed Perfume stands as one of the best perfume brands in the UAE.

Ahmed Perfume offers a delightful range, from rich oud scents to fruity fragrances and body oils, making it a favorite for every occasion.

With a diverse collection and years of expertise, Ahmed Perfume proudly holds the title of the best overall perfume brand in the UAE. Excitingly, we anticipate even more enchanting fragrances from this brand in the years to come!

Taif Al Emarat — Best Unisex Perfumes

Taif Al Emarat is another local luxury perfume brand in Dubai. Their Taif collection is rated as the best unisex perfume collection in the UAE.

Taif’s collection consists of 15 outstanding fragrances, each with its notes and specialties and a story behind it. Taif Al Emarat has more than 25 branches in Dubai itself. So, if you are planning to visit JBR, Dubai Mall, or City Walk this weekend, don’t forget to check out their fragrances.

Also, they have recently launched a new product called Mood, which contains mandarin and tobacco, which will put you in a cheerful mood.

Jo Malone — Best Fruity Scent

Jo Malone London is a British lifestyle brand known for its unique fragrance portfolio and luxury products for the bath, body, and home. This fragrance brand is available in 82 countries and territories.

For decades, Jo Malone has been rewriting the rules of perfumery by mixing unexpected combinations of ingredients and providing elegant yet playful concepts where the scent is used with abandon.

Jo Malone takes the top spot for the best fruity scents. Dive into the world of citrus and floral wonders, and make sure to check out their latest English Pear collection for a fruity fragrance experience like no other.

Tom Ford — Best Body Oil

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[tatsandpaperbacks]

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#you are not alone #mental health

[jogreensblog]

The many daily moods of Jo Green

[subbybabyenby-2]

I'm of a mood

Force me to cum while holding my pee.

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[localswampcrow]

herbalnatural headcanons. if herbalism had been a part of supernatural, I think some of it would have been like this

instead of pouring whiskey on their wounds after hurts and stuff, it's yarrow/echinacea/cinnamon wound wash. they tried it with cayenne powder in it once too and decided that was NOT conducive to hushed motel room wound fix-ups

when dean gets in that angry/angsty mood and they're out on a hunt, sam just shoves a bottle of blue vervain/lemon balm tincture at him and gets out of the car. "I'm sick of your cranky shit, dean!"

sam doesn't come back to tense situations with dean until he himself has taken a few deep breaths and a sip of his own anxiety skullcap tincture that eileen made special for him that summer

when they're at home and someone is in a bad mood, a cup of tea always appears for them.. there's a lot of rose/passionflower/mimosa/tulsi/chamomile/skullcap/solstice wort/linden/peppermint in the bunker

both sam and dean have hawthorn/marshmallow/fennel in their daily formulas because. because a lifetime of constant coffee and alcohol consumption makes you worry about a guys heart and digestion

cas keeps a bottle of motherwort/rose/mugwort elixir on him at all times. he not-so-secretly loves roses so it makes that little anxiety/protection blend all the more special

per rowena's insistence, pretty much all the hunters either eat oatmeal every day or drink large daily doses of milky oats, because chronic stress snd nervous system fatigue is not something to be taken lightly, especially in a community of traumatized lgbtq+ people

eileen is the mullein queen. she just is. she has this incredible sense for foraging most things but every time she goes out she always comes back with more mullien. the bunker is well stocked with mullien/garlic ear oil and smoking mullein, all with eileens magic touch and intention steeped into it

a bottle of calendula/mugwort/lavender/rose oil has a place of permanent residence on the bedside table in dean and cas's room. this is purely for sexy times and massages and it takes dean a long time to not be embarrassed about the fact that he really likes the smell (and that he has less dry skin issues after they start using it). opening up that bottle results in immediate never ending kisses from cas

the bunker and subsequent hunting communities go through fire cider like no one's fucking business. these people can't afford to get sick! so sam buys apple cider vinegar and honey in bulk from a local farm

when it's time to make more bone/mushroom broth you know to give dean whatever kitchen space he needs. kaia, dorothy and stevie are the usual volunteers for assistance and dean let's ONLY them help out. they all hole away for the day and the kitchen smells absolutely divine - like garlic and star anise and mushrooms and rosemary -and he always makes sure to make at least a gallon of stock thats just mushrooms and herbs, in case there's anyone around that doesnt eat animals

cas and jo teach jack and the other hunter youngins about plant id and first aid. it makes jack feel safer, like he's really meant to be on earth, when he can find his plant friends even in front of shitty motel rooms or when they go out to the local diner

charlie and kevin stay up way too late one night making edibles... the whole bunker reeks of weed, but they swear there's rose and ashwagandha in them too

claire is often found on the roof smoking and rolling some concoction of dried herbs between rounds of smashing the chaga eileen had found and dried, or collecting the scraggly plants that grow in the crap soil there. violets, dandelion, plantain, etc. she enjoys her alone time, but let's kaia hang around, and will tolerate her sisters if they offer to help

donna insists on letting jack try all her new syrup formulas before it all gets bottled up and distributed amongst the hunters. jody pretends not to hear them OR smile to herself from her seat at the table, because who can be mad at a cute kid like jack at the stove with a spoon full of elderberry syrup in their mouth, whispering and giggling with donna over the big bubbling pot on the stove

#herbalnatural #i could go on and on and on about this #the bunker is a community hub and they make so much good medicine there #everyone is happy and gay and full of good food #this is the supernatural that lives in my head and it is absolutely wonderful #i have more of these im sure #to be added later #can you tell that i think cas is definitely a rose person #winchesters #destiel #kid jack #donna and jody #charlie and stevie #charlie and dorothy #jo harvelle #rowena is a green witch #herbalism #supernatural #lgbtq+ #chronic stress #castiel #sam and eileen #dean and cas #claire and kaia #my headcanons #sam is allowed to be a whiney little brother #stonernatural #weednatural

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Got no shame [Oliver Wood x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Got no shame Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader Word count: 2.5k Published: 27 May, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: [x] Being the daughter of the coach of Puddlemere United gives you the opportunity to get close to the players, some even more than others. When Oliver gets injured, you don’t even care about being friends or less or more, you just need to know if he is okay. Challenge: [x] [x] This is part of @iliveiloveiwrite 's writing challenge

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Square filled: Rain [ @band--psycho ]

Square filled: Temporary amnesia [ @girl-next-door-writes ]

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You have always been a big fan of quidditch, but unfortunately your abilities were never enough to become a professional. Luckily however, your father was the coach of the Puddlemere quidditch team. It was a daily occurrence for you to appear on their practice, overtime even becoming friends with some of the team members.

Benjy, the seeker of the team and Jocelind, one of the chasers quickly grew fond of you. Although your friendship started off on a rocky road. The two of them had a mission to tease you about their keeper, Oliver Wood’s crush on you. They thought his tries to catch your attention would be obvious to everyone, but it seemed you were the only one who couldn’t see it. Benjy and Jo made it their duty to remind you every single day how badly Oliver had fallen for you. Just like on that particular day, before one of their most important matches.

“Can you just stop?” You exhaled, pleading with the pair, the same subject repeating itself daily. Falling back onto one of the benches of the changing room, you heaved a heavy sigh, tired of their constant nagging.

“Sure, will you accept that Wood has a crush on you?” Benjy asked, teasingly wiggling his brows as he took a seat beside you, nudging your shoulder playfully.

“No! I will not! When he joined the team, he was this shy little boy, trying to adjust. He always talked to me, he always came to me for advice. If back then you said he had a crush on me, I might have believed you. But since then, he has become popular, girls and boys falling on their knees in front of him. I just can’t see it and I doubt out of all his choices I would be a contender,” you explained, sighing deeply.

“For Merlin’s sake,” Jo exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, “each time he gives an autograph he is looking for your eyes, hoping for you to notice him. When the papers are taking photos of us, he looks like a meerkat trying to get your attention. How dumb can you be, woman?” She groaned as she folded her arms in front of her chest, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“You have had a crush on him for years, do something already,” Benjy added quickly before you could have replied. “Wood is my friend and I know him, he is mad for you.”

“Guys, please,” you pleaded, wanting to close the subject finally. “I would like nothing more than to believe you, but there’s no way Wood—,” before you could have continued, the entrance door of the changing room opened, a tall figure entering, his head covered under a hoodie, his clothes soaked, raindrops dripping to the floor.

“Oh, hi,” he lifted his head, revealing his identity. Pushing back his hoodie, you caught his dark eyes as he ran his hand across his short-cut, brown hair, his mere presence causing your cheeks to warm up. “You are early,” he added as none of you replied.

“Yeah, wanted to beat some sense into this woman,” Jo replied with a groan, clearly still annoyed by your blindness for Oliver’s feelings.

“Maybe I should beat some into you,” huffing, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, turning away from your friend’s gaze.

“Okay, why don’t we just take a deep breath and calm down?” Benjy interrupted.

“You clearly have something to discuss, should I leave?” Oliver asked as he looked around the three of you with a confused expression painted across his handsome face.

“Yes,” Jo replied, but you couldn’t handle another lecture.

“No,” you added, wanting to just stop them from nagging you any further.

“Well, that was helpful,” Oliver scoffed, trying to stop the little smirk from appearing in the corner of his lips. “So, which is it then?”

“No, because if you stay, it means they will quiet down finally and I need them to stop nagging me,” you replied as you stood up from the bench and headed towards the door. “Instead of getting on my nerves, you should start getting ready for the match,” you huffed in annoyance.

“As far as I’m concerned your father is our coach, not you,” Jo replied with gritted teeth.

“Indeed. But guess what, he would say the same,” you offered her a smug grin as you stepped out of the changing room, loudly shutting the door behind yourself.

As you headed to your father’s office, you heard loud footsteps following you. Turning around, you saw Oliver run after you, his clothes still drenched in water, but it didn’t stop him from coming after you. A soft smile appeared on your face as you patiently waited for him.

“Are you doing ground exercises?” You asked playfully as the boy finally halted beside you, trying to adjust his breathing.

“Very funny,” he scoffed, but you caught a tiny smile appearing in the corner of his lips. “I couldn’t stand the mood in the changing room. I have no idea what you have done, but Jo is quite pissed off,” he added, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Did they tell you what we argued about?” You asked, panic settling deep inside you as you realised Oliver might just know of your crush on him.

“Nah, they didn’t say anything, other than that you are being stubborn and blind for whatever reason,” he furrowed, the words without context making no sense to him.

“So, I’ve heard,” you grimaced as you started walking towards your father’s office once again.

“Wait, can I ask you what the argument was about?” He reached for your arm, wrapping his long fingers around your wrist. You turned back to look at him over your shoulder, his eyes holding curiosity.

“The person I like,” you replied, hoping for some sort of reaction from him.

“O— oh,” he breathed, somewhat disappointed as he let go of your wrist. The way he acted was certainly not what you expected and for a mere second you could see what Jo and Benjy were talking about. But a reasonable part of your brain quickly adjusted and decided to send you signals that reassured you it was probably just an involuntary reaction with no meaning behind it.

“Anyways, I will go and see my father. Maybe you should get ready,” you offered him a soft smile as you patted his shoulder and wished him good luck for the game.

As the match started, the rain was still pouring heavily, a batch of lightning struck on the ground, the players barely able to avoid them in time. You hid under your soaked hoodie as you cheered for the team, but deep down your stomach was in a knot, hoping for everyone to leave the game unscraped.

“Come on, Wood!” You shouted as the opponent flew towards his hoops, but luckily, he kicked the quaffle out of the way. His eyes looked for you for a good few seconds, before he caught sight of you and offered you a cheerful grin that you couldn’t stop from mirroring.

The match was rather aggressive, and the weather didn’t help the situation. Whilst you watched your friends fly around the pitch, their blue and yellow cloak following them in their route, a nervous feeling settled in you as a heavy rumble shook the area.

You stood up from the spectator stand and started heading down the stairs, wanting to feel closer to your friends. However, as you looked up, the next thing you saw was a blinding lighting that struck straight into the ground, sending none other than Oliver Wood off his position straight into the wall of the spectator stand across the pitch. A loud scream left your lungs, your heart beating in a dangerous pace as you watched his unconscious body fall towards the ground before someone slowed him down mid-air. Looking down at the benches, you saw your father with his wand in his hand pointing towards Oliver’s limp body, slowly placing him down on the fake grass.

As you started running down the stairs, you never felt more determined. You needed to see him, feel his pulse, check his body for injuries. It was driving you crazy how slowly your body moved before you finally caught sight of him surrounded by a couple of healers as they placed him on a stretcher. Almost feeling him in your grasp, you started running towards the injured boy, but before you could have caught up with the healers, two arms wrapped around you, pulling you back against a strong chest.

“He is going to be okay,” you heard your father’s voice, trying to sooth your worries away.

“Let me see him. Please, dad,” you replied, your voice weak and shaky. He turned you around and pulled you into a fatherly hug, just like the ones you received when you were little. As you finally started calming down, he leaned back and cupped your cheeks, removing the tear stains from your face that you didn’t even realise you had under the heavy rain.

“The healers will help him, but they will not let you in just yet, so take a deep breath, sit down with me on the bench and as soon as they signal for me, I will let you go. Sounds like a good plan?” He asked, hoping you would be able to think reasonably. After a heavy sigh you nodded, knowing that you couldn’t possibly do anything for him. You headed back towards the benches with your father and as they blew the whistle again, you listened to the game, but your mind was somewhere else, to be exact on the boy that the healers rushed away from you before you could even check on him.

It felt like eternity before your father placed a hand on your shoulder and nodded towards the exit of the pitch. Without a word or a thankful look, you started running after the healer that stood at the gate. When you arrived you greeted him and followed him diligently to the medical wing. The path felt like you’ve been walking for hours, even though it was only a couple of minutes. You were impatient, you wanted to see Oliver for yourself, making sure he was okay.

As you reached the medical wing and the large wooden doors opened, your eyes frantically searching for Oliver. As you caught his figure at the back of the room, you rushed up to him and sat down on the small stool beside his bed and took his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. Although it was you who needed to be reassured that he was alright. His eyes started slowly flattering before he finally opened them, looking around the room in confusion, groaning as he turned his head.

“Stay put, Wood,” you instructed him as you pulled your stool closer. “How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of pain?” You bombarded him with questions.

“I’m fine. My head and my back hurts, but I’m okay,” a small smile spread across his face as he squeezed your hand.

“You scared me,” you scolded him as you slapped the back of his hand gently, making him chuckle lightly.

“I didn’t mean to,” he replied with an innocent expression, but a hidden smile in the corner of his lips. “What happened exactly? I’m kind of blurry on the details.”

“A lightning struck beside you and it sent you straight into one of the spectator walls. When you started falling dad slowed you down to stop you from getting any further injuries,” you explained with a deep frown across your brows and concern lacing your eyes. “It was horrible,” you added with a shaky breath as you played with his hand in yours.

“Hey,” he called out to you in a soft tone, lifting his other hand to cup your cheek. “I’m perfectly fine, just a few little bruises,” he tried to reassure you, but your worry was still clear across your face. “Hey, did I ever tell you that I love the way you're screaming my name?” He chuckled softly as you felt your face burn under his intense gaze. He knew he needed to avert your attention, wanting to sooth your worries.

“What?” You asked, stunned.

“The last thing I remember is your loud cheer as you screamed my name,” he smirked proudly, enjoying as you played with his hand in your embarrassed state.

“I cheer for everyone,” you added in a silent tone, trying to avert his suspicions.

“I wish you would cheer only for me,” he sighed as he looked away from you, his gaze now fixed on the ceiling. A confused expression sat across your face as you lifted your gaze and looked at him.

“What do you mean?” You asked, completely baffled by his reply. For a single moment you believed he meant more than he let on, but a reasonable part of your brain quickly shooed those thoughts away.

“I meant what I said,” he replied nonchalantly.

“I can’t just cheer for you. I have to cheer for the whole team so we can all win,” you explained with a confused frown across your brows.

“I know. And I know it’s wrong of me, but it makes me jealous,” he spoke with a soft grimace, earning a surprised gasp from you. “I honestly don’t know what else to do to get your attention. At this point I just got no shame. I shamelessly try to catch your eyes, but every time I feel like you are looking at me, you go and distance yourself,” he scoffed. Heaving a heavy sigh, he turned back to you. “Do you think you could ever look at me like a man and not someone who is part of your father’s quidditch team or a simple friend? Do you think you would be able to like me at one point?” He asked, his eyes desperately searching for confirmation, starting your heart off in a quick pace.

A tiny smile started spreading across your face before it grew into a large grin and a loud laughter erupted from your lungs, throwing your head back in the process. Oliver sat beside you, having mixed feelings about your reaction. “You fool,” you chuckled as your laughter started dying down. “You dumb man” you continued shaking your head as you stood up from your stool and leaned above his bed, cupping his face. “How could I not look at you as a man when I already do?” You giggled happily as you closed the gap between the two of you, capturing his lips with yours. For a moment both of you forgot where you were, you just enjoyed being closer to each other, before a healer appeared and loudly scolded you for your behaviour, forcing you to part as though you were still children.

“Well, that’s certainly not what I expected,” he chuckled playfully. “A couple more of these and I will feel brand new,” he grinned.

“I guess you will have to wait for that otherwise the healers will kick me out,” you giggled in content.

“Not happening,” he shook his head as he grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, attaching his lips to yours halfway, earning a shaky moan from you. Luckily this time the healers didn’t catch you and within a couple of hours you were helping Oliver getting back to his flat.

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[cypris-thalsian]

The Summons, (DWCreunion/afterlife)

"Josalora Adombrare..." The name rolled off the captain's tongue with a fantastical irony that came with seeing the other woman cross the loading plank. "I thought we'd agreed to keep our distance."

Cold eyes scanned the deck and beyond before coming to rest on her former compatriot. "We both know our paths are more mingled than not. You're not truly surprised, are you? Been hearing peculiar whispers and thought the least I could do was pay my respects." The ghost of a grin curled beneath deceiving kindness.

A lip curled as a leather-bound heel pressed into the damp board of the deck. "Not surprised. No. I assure you, however, dove, that your respects are not required. I suggest you get to the bit where you need a favor."

Jos reached into her satchel procuring a small wrapped gift which was placed idly on the ship's rail. A trio of steps carried her further onto the ship as if to make herself at home. "Who's to say I'm not here to do you a favor. We both know you're getting bored in that cottage. Truth be told I'm a little surprised you've chosen to spawn with that... I am surprised. That's all that truly matters."

A hollow laugh sounded. "It's not often that happens anymore. So I come in a charitable mood." The cool grin turned to find Cypris.

Unphased by the insinuated insult, Cypris kept a droll gaze on the deathwitch. "I'm really not in the mood to go rounds with you, Jos. Out with it or get off my ship."

Reaching back to the satchel, this time Josalora withdrew a scroll extending it out. "All work and no play makes for a very boring day. Takes years off your life you know. You're probably running thin at that rate." Pale brows popped up in a teasing wag. "I could help you with that."

Snatching the scroll, Cypris santered away from the witch that she might glimpse the scroll with a modicum of peace. Blood runes she'd not seen in some time-stained the lining. A hollowness not unlike the witch's own sank against her fiery core. Unfurling the scroll further still exposed the etching of a map. A tired voice answered the witch over a shoulder. "I'll need a day to finish the supply reload and finish a few things here."

"Done." Josalora chimed with a thinning smile. "I'll be back in the course of two tides. We're going to have so much fun. Just like old times."

Cypris didn't need to watch the witch leave, hearing the steady thud of boots that left the way they came. Her already tired demeanor seemed even more so with the message from the Ghede's delivered. Such messages always seemed to come with the feeling of being cornered, a surge of fight for survival. The rewards had been high but the price had been equally as heavy, this new task, this new expectation would be no different.

[ @daily-writing-challenge @deathwitch-wra]

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[capsized-heart]

Sky Castles

Pairing: Laurie x Reader, Jo x Reader

Summary: Summer has always been your favorite season in Plumfield. Perhaps it’s the lovely, sunny mornings and cool, calm nights, or perhaps it’s the fact that you and Laurie and Jo are practically inseparable in midsummer. 

Follows the summers from childhood into young adulthood, with turmoils of the heart along the way.   

Word count: 6.1k+

Warnings: fluff!!!!!!!!

A/N: hi, everyone. I hope you’re all staying safe and well! Right off the bat, I want to mention that I’ve pinned a post on both this blog and my main blog @sarapii-peachy​ about resources for the BLM movement to raise awareness and petitions you can sign to help make a difference on a smaller scale. Everything counts!

i’m back and now with a bachelor’s degree :’) class of 2020 high school and college esketit!!! we did it!!! in this historic pandemic!!! Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit, this fic has been my rocky transition/attempt out of writer’s block after my INSANE last semester of uni and with all the craziness going on in the world. I hope you can channel and take in some of this innocent happiness and childhood glee into your own lives as we navigate the shitshow that is 2020. Saoirse x Timmy x Reader here to cure me of my depression lmao

this title is also based off a chapter in the Little Women book where Laurie, Jo, and the girls go to a park and gaze at the passing clouds and talk about their futures...it’s honestly really sweet. Loosely based off of that! 

Comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated on this💛! Not that you guys don’t leave love, but this fic like I mentioned is my attempt at kicking writer’s block in the ass, please let me know how I did! :) talk to me I missed you guys :)

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gif credit to @sheisraging​

You love New England for its rich, distinct seasons, how they each paint the countryside in eloquent sweeps of shade and hue. Snow, sun, and breathtaking landscapes of fall color that tinge the treetops throughout the year. You love Plumfield, Massachusetts more for the warmth and love the March sisters have shown you, each alike in personality, nature, to the equinoxes that have shaped your girlhood, each tender memory from your youth synonymous with Meg, Amy, Beth, and Jo. 

 Autumn. Cozy and comfortable, where motherly Meg showed you how to heat and dip caramel with the apples you’d carefully picked from the orchard for a rare treat, the kitchen swirling with the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, and spices that left you feeling aglow. She’d taught you how to use an embroidery hoop, how to let dough rise, how to bake a proper pie and how to fix any clothing tear with a simple needle and thread, her compliments quick for your ever growing domestic talents. 

Winter. Like cool, ambitious Amy with her painting and taste for luxury and pleasure, how she would praise you for being the only subject suitable for her artwork. Laurie would moan and complain about sitting for hours by the fireside, begging to be excused to go play in the snow, but never you. Amy called you her muse, arranging your hair and skirts to her liking, softening your lips and cheeks with a touch of rouge. It was always such fun to make a day out of modeling for Amy’s portraits, talking and laughing as she’d set up her paints.

Spring. Sweet and angelic like little Beth, windows wide open as her piano trills would float on the warm air, curtains ruffling in the breeze. You’d sit beside her on the piano bench and turn her sheet music for her, to which Beth would give you a shy, rosy smile in thanks. She taught you how to play Chopin and Tchaikovsky, duet pieces where you’d accompany her on the keys, harmonizing with chords and your fingers flying easily together.

Summer. Your favorite season, refreshing, bright, where you and Jo would spend balmy days and long, cool evenings tucked beneath the shade of tree trunks and willows as you’d read in the sun, listen to Jo’s carefully crafted stories. Her creativity and imagination never failed to amaze you, how her writing could transport you to the farthest countries, or keep you grounded in whatever fantastical setting she’d constructed for herself. She’d often write about the two of you; two young girls, best friends who’d have all sorts of dazzling adventures exploring the corners of the world, without the taxing responsibilities of chores, or schoolwork, or the foreboding, inevitable reality that one day you will be young adults and childhood would be gone forever. You’d have picnics and excursions to the nearby fields, dozing in the sun and picking wildflowers, splashing and wading through the rivers and creeks when the heat became unbearable. Before Laurie would come and spoil your fun, of course. Then, you and Jo and Laurie would be like three rowdy boys playing in the woods, your laughter echoing off the trees and sparkling waters. 

You first meet Theodore Laurence as a young girl in the fields connecting the March’s property and your own. You live just down the road from the March sisters, your house tucked away beyond the bend and you’d make the trek across the meadow and grasses daily to visit your neighbors. Being an only child with your father off fighting for the Union, the March house was like your second home and the girls and Marmee and Hannah always made you feel like part of the family, your own loneliness long forgotten as soon as you’d step through the door and you’d be welcomed back with laughter, squeals, and embraces.

Today, you are seeking the company of your friends as usual, returning a book Jo had lended you with a basketful of scones you’d baked in repayment. A recipe you’d learned from Meg. The autumn air is surprisingly warm against your skin, indian summer, flushed and golden and dappling the plains. It makes you smile softly, your mood pleasant as you gather your skirts in time with your step, adjust your basket. 

Then, you see him. A boy making his way in the same direction, dressed smartly in a black woolen coat and matching trousers, a silk scarf tastefully tied around his throat. His curls are windswept and tousled, his gait relaxed. He feels your gaze and looks up, eyes finding yours and the corner of his mouth ticks up in a friendly smile. Warmth floods your cheeks. You quickly duck your head.

He looks to be your age, but you’ve read tales of highwaymen and bandits roaming the countryside, how they’d feign kindness, only to strike unsuspecting travelers. Perhaps it was the work of Jo’s overactive and contagious imagination playing at your nerves, but why was he heading towards the March’s? You think of little Beth, how boys and newcomers made her nervous, timid. Your resolve hardens protectively. You have to keep this stranger away from the girls. 

Your pulse hammers in your throat as you lift your head to see the boy still looking your way. He waves his hand in greeting. 

“Hello!” he cheers. 

With your eyes still locked, you pick up your pace and keep your silence. Curiously, the boy finds this amusing, laughing, making it into a game as he too begins to walk briskly towards the house, of who will reach the door first. You narrow your eyes, summoning as much hostility and wickedness to your expression, demeanor as you can muster. The two of you are running now, his grin wide and eager, your own mouth twisted with hard concentration as you race each other.

Your chest is heaving when you brace yourself against the doorframe, blocking his way with your arm, back against the wood. He’s not a second behind you and is already on the stoop when you turn to face him.

“Are you Jo’s friend?” the boy asks you with a breathless, easy smile. “You’re quite fast, even faster than her.” He adds. He’s practically bouncing on his feet, jovial and buzzing with energy. The mention of Jo’s name curbs your distrust further. Bandit may now be off the table, and the thought makes you feel a bit foolish now, but how could Jo befriend such a strange boy without you knowing? How did he already seem to know who you are? 

Up close, you notice his eyes are green and mischievous, reflecting back the shimmering plains in flecks of amber as he gazes at you, your pulse fluttering ever so slightly…

You scold yourself internally. 

Handsome or not, he was undoubtedly a boy of trouble who had somehow won over Jo’s attention. And no easy feat, might you add. Headstrong and resolute, Jo’s circle of friends was quite small outside of you and her sisters, and you liked it that way. You’d like to keep it that way as well. 

You feel a sharp, ugly pang of jealousy curl in your stomach. You stick out your lower lip in a pout, turn up your nose in a way that would certainly earn a scolding from Marmee if she were to see your impoliteness. 

“Who are you to ask?” You snap.

Your words do not take the desired effect on him. Instead of hurt, or embarrassment, the boy smirks at you, amused. He cocks his head to one side and leans back on his heels, studying you like you’d just asked him why the sky is blue. His mood is breezy, amiable. 

“I’m Laurie. Is that better?” he offers with a comical pout of his own. You wrinkle your nose. This boy was starting to irritate you more and more.

“Surname?”

“Laurence.”

“Laurie Laurence? My, how silly and dull.”

He laughs, a low and pleasant sound that threatens to melt your angry facade. He shakes his head, hands in his pockets. 

“It’s a pet name. Jo calls me Teddy, but you may call me whichever you like,” he says. Your jealousy burns brighter, flushing your skin, twisting together with a hint of desire and yearning. 

You were once Jo’s everything, her favorite companion. She made this clear with how she’d tell you plainly, how she’d spoil you with compliments and stories and affection. And now, it seemed Jo knew another, this Laurie, well enough to call him Teddy when you had no pet name of your own. She seemed to speak of you, which would explain Laurie’s cordiality, but did she tell him how you were the only one she felt comfortable enough with to critique her writing? How she would encourage your aspirations of becoming a dancer by arranging the foyer into a stage and cheering for you while sitting atop the staircase like an admirer in the box seats? How the two of you could jest and play for hours with nothing but your imagination, crying from laughter until your bellies ached?

You feel a sense of betrayal and heartache at this, an intrusion, a tirade of emotions you can’t quite explain. Did you want Jo all for yourself? Did you want to befriend Laurie as well? Did you just want to be someone’s everything again and to be doted on and loved? 

Then, Laurie’s voice tapers into a quiet hum, a touch of softness. You hear the first indication of bashfulness as he looks down at you through full, dark lashes. “I hope the three of us can be good friends. I’d like to know you as well.” He murmurs. 

You don’t know what to think of him. Your chest feels tight and your cheeks burn, from anger or passion you can’t quite tell. You’re contemplating leaving your basket on the doorstep and shoving past him to go back home when you suddenly hear a clamor of voices and the turning of the knob and then the door falls open behind you. 

Laurie catches you before you can tumble through the entryway, hands finding your waist. Jo, vibrant and chipper as ever, lights up when she sees you and her sky blue eyes shine like glass. She has her cap fitted over her wavy blonde curls, skipping into your arms and for a moment you’re sandwiched between the two of them. You flush scarlet. 

“Oh, good! You two have met. Goodbye, Marmee! I’m going out!” Jo calls into the house, her voice overlapping with her sisters’ as they all greet you in a burst of chaos. But before Jo can usher you outside, you feel your childish temper flare and you squirm out of her reach and back through the open door and into the house. You set your basket onto the table, turning to hide your face in Amy’s shoulder with a flutter of your skirts as you feel the hot sting of tears prickle your eyes. You weren’t going to let this Laurie boy see you cry upon your first encounter.

“I’m not coming.” You mumble. Amy’s hand comes to soothingly pet back your hair with a hush of surprise and you sense her look to Jo with a characteristic glare.

“Jo, what have you done?” Amy presses.

“I’ve done nothing!” Jo retorts with a huff. Then, her voice turns gentle, curious as she speaks to you. “Dear, what’s the matter?”

“She wouldn’t be on the verge of tears if you hadn’t done nothing, would she?” Amy replies. You laugh weakly, tightening your arms around her. “See?” Amy says. “You’ve broken her heart, the poor thing.” 

“Jo’s made new friends,” you sniffle, embarrassed when Laurie’s eyes meet yours. Amy’s arms around you make you feel comforted and safe, brave enough to voice your true burdens when you say, “I’ve been replaced,” and gaze back at Laurie in defiance, protest. He frowns and shifts his weight, looking genuinely sorry with a guilt that touches his eyes. Good, you think. Let him think twice before stealing away your best companion. 

At this, Jo’s expression softens with understanding and warmth as she sees you curl into Amy once more. Jo takes a step into the open doorway, leaving Laurie on the stoop.

“No one could ever replace you, dear,” she says. “I only keep Laurie around for when I’m bored and you aren’t around to play. Look at him,” she gestures in his direction. “He’s aloof and vain, he’s lazy, he doesn’t have an ounce of the imagination you do-” 

“Don’t forget arrogant.” Amy pipes up.

Jo nods, wagging a finger at her sister. “Right you are, Amy. We mustn't forget that.”

Laurie starts to puff up with a temper, his lips twisting together and you can see him struggling with whether to speak up and defend himself, or let the girls have their fun for your sake. Jo goes on, saying he was devious and too pretty for his own good, making you and Amy giggle as she rubs soothing circles into your back. It’s rather polite and charming as you watch Laurie suffer silently, biting his tongue as Jo continues to defame his character before she finally turns back to you.

“I should have introduced the two of you properly, and for that, I’m sorry,” says Jo. “You must have had quite the surprise running into him.” Laurie again glances to you with an apologetic softness, wringing his hands together. “So, what do you think, Teddy? Are we ready to start afresh?” Jo asks him, hands on her hips. 

This makes you laugh, bubbly, your mood perking up as you finally lift your head from Amy’s shoulder. Of course, Jo would be able to comprehend your grievances and somehow peg Laurie with the blame, how she knew your heart was delicate and tender and so full of devotion that you were quick to hold grudges. Your envy dissipates and you feel a bit sorry seeing Laurie now in such low spirits, his theatrical demeanor now quiet and modest. 

“If she’ll have me,” Laurie murmurs, glancing up at you with such a pureness in his glittering eyes that regret starts to settle in your stomach.

“And I’ve written more of that story you enjoyed so much,” Jo holds out a hand to you. “Won’t you come hear what happens next?” she asks. Slowly, like the pull of a magnet, you untangle yourself from Amy’s arms and cross the room to take Jo’s outstretched hand. 

“Alright.” You say at last. Jo beams and cradles your face with her other hand, swiping away your tears with her thumb. You let her baby you like she would with Beth, enjoying her touch against your cheek. 

“That’s my sweet girl.” She smiles.

You then look to a sheepish Laurie and extend a hand, filled with new courage. You tell him your name and echo back his words that you hope the three of you can indeed become good friends, that you and Jo could do well with another acquaintance. The smile Laurie gives you is genuine, sweet and gentle, the corner of his mouth turning up in crooked delight. He clasps your hand warmly.

“I would want nothing more.” Laurie laughs. 

And with that, nestled between Jo and Laurie, you step back outside into the rich and golden light of a warm autumn afternoon, curious, excited for what adventures the day will bring you. 

**

Laurie joins your duo swimmingly and the rest of the year passes in pleasant tranquility as the three of you spend nearly every waking moment by each others’ sides. All Hallow’s Eve finds you dressed in a costume of French royalty, a pompous and comical gown of ballooning fabrics, complete with a powdered wig of pins and curls. You’ve painted your face with overlined lips and the trademark mole below your eye and the March sisters double over with laughter as you enter the foyer, fluttering your paper fan with an aristocratic pout, Laurie saluting your entrance with a roar of, la plus belle fille du monde! Jo is dressed as a fearsome pirate, outfitted in boots, breeches, and a captain’s hat, the wooden sword you and Laurie helped to paint swishing through the air as she parades into the room. Laurie enters last with a bang and a flash of white powder, appearing before your eyes in true magician fashion with a top hat and cane, a false mustache pasted onto his upper lip. All six of you then march across the field to the Laurence residence, now alight with carved pumpkins and lanterns, for your All Hallow’s Eve party of sweets and games.

Christmas brings festivities, flurries, and cheer. Sledding, ice skating, days of cold and winter fun making snow angels and snowmen, decorating the March house with holly, mistletoe, culminating into a hearty turkey dinner as you sit perched next to Laurie. The candlelight is homely, the sound of laughter and clinking silverware washing over you and you catch Laurie’s eye as he lifts his fork to his mouth. The two of you grin, leaning into each other with quiet happiness, heads bowed. You and Laurie both mirror each other in being only children, meaning these times together have been filled with welcome camaraderie. Where your instances of yearning for the companionship of siblings that only those without can understand, you’ve found company in each other, never a dull moment, never lonely. 

The thaw of spring keeps you tucked away indoors with torrents of rain pelting against the roof. Jo reads to you aloud from her novel, asking for your thoughts every so often as you and Laurie lounge on the sofa. When you articulate a point of slight critique on Jo’s use of character, Laurie teasingly tugs on a lock of your hair with a smirk. 

“How perceptive.” He murmurs, grinning.

You swat his hand away, glaring at him in mock anger. 

And as the days grow warmer, so does your heart. You’ve learned to share your affection between Laurie and Jo in a way you think is equally matched and that autumn day where you’d been so sour to both of them seems like ages ago. Soon after that incident, your bravado had quickly morphed into appreciation and Jo had been eager to break the ice between you and Laurie. And like all children, your differences and jealousy had been set aside as you’d discovered he was quite fun to be around. Laurie shared Jo’s quick wit and intelligence, like an androgynous mirror, so much of yourself also reflected in both of them in time and they in you. And yet, Laurie had a certain charm about him; how he could have the two of you in stitches and still maintain the air of sophistication that was so often expected of the Laurence boy. Admittedly, you were thrilled to have them both as your best and favorite playmates. 

In turn, they had done the same, showering you with loving attention and teasing, keeping you entertained with their bickering, quarreling over how they both wanted to occupy your time with their respective ideas for sport. Fighting over you. The thought of it makes you blush furiously. Yet, you feel cared for, like the most precious thing in their lives.You’ve also selfishly enjoyed being the apple of their eye and all the privileges that has bestowed; Jo writing you into her stories, featuring you as a beautiful sugar plum fairy, and Laurie promising to write you a French ballet, to someday whisk you off to Europe to experience high art and culture. 

At last, spring turns to summer and the three of you are back to mischief and horseplay in the great outdoors. The days are lush, agreeable, bright and pleasant with flashing sunshine and lofty clouds. You’re again reminded why summer to you is synonymous with Jo as you run together through the waving fields bursting with flowers, Laurie right on your heels as he too gives chase. 

“Jo! We were only kidding about the toads!” Laurie calls out from behind you. “It’s not like I have one in my pocket this very moment who’s squirming to get free and might have bitten me earlier when I caught him by the river and-”

He gives a shout of surprise and you hear his footfalls pause in the grasses. You and Jo both turn, breathless, already laughing when you see Laurie hopping about like hot coals are burning beneath his feet.

A small pond frog wiggles out of his pocket seam with a croak and then disappears into the meadow, waddling with great speed. With out-turned pockets and wrinkled trousers, Laurie stands there with his hands on his hips, confidence and humor masking his faults as always.

“My, they grow up so fast, don’t they?” Laurie says as he looks out over the crest of the hill with a humorous glint in his eyes, like a mother watching her child leave for the vast, cruel world. You and Jo collapse into a fit of giggles, holding each other upright by the shoulders and gasping for air.

**

Eternal summer and sun, a tender paradise. And as midsummer arrives, so does the heat. It’s stifling, heavy, the kind that suffocates and forbids any excessive movement or play, when being idle is perfectly acceptable, a rarity for you three young adventurers. Today, even nature herself seems to be drowsy from the stifling weather. Sunflowers droop from the weight of honeybees as they float lazily over the fields. Birds chortle from the treetops, as if too tired to fly, their song intertwining with the rustling grasses, tousled by the rare cool breeze. The sky burns a dome of brilliant blue above you, filled with towering, cotton white cumulus clouds. You watch as they drift slowly over the horizon. Like colossal ships at sea. 

You rest your head on Laurie’s chest and he toys with your hair. Jo dozes with her arms pillowed across your stomach and the three of you are a sleepy dog-pile of limbs. The feel of Laurie’s fingers makes you relaxed, drowsy. You hear Jo then give a soft snore and you chuckle.

“What is it?” Laurie asks. You can already hear the smile in his voice, how just your laughter is enough to amuse him too. You shake your head against his chest and the movement makes you giggle again. Laurie joins you, flopping out his legs, the heat making you both delirious and loopy.

You reach up blindly and give him a firm nudge, your hand landing just under his chin.

“Stop it, you’ll wake her.” You scold him with as much seriousness as you can muster and failing miserably. 

“Ow,” Laurie groans. He grasps your wrist, moving your hand to place it against his cheek and he puckers out his lower lip. “You’ve hurt me, I’m unwell.”

“Oh...Laurie, I didn’t mean it..” you sit up and coo, caressing his skin. Laurie looks pleased, a flash of playfulness in the green of his eyes as you lean towards him. “Let me take a closer-” 

You cuff him on the ear ever so lightly, catching him by complete surprise and Jo wakes, cackling, throwing her arms around you. 

Later, the three of you gaze up at the passing clouds, a comfortable silence settling over you all as you enjoy the afternoon.

“If we could fly up into those clouds and there was a castle with anything your heart desired, what would it be?” Jo asks. “Where do you two see your lives leading you?” Her tone is pensive, romantic. You and Laurie both hum in thought. 

“You first, Laurie.” You murmur. 

Laurie turns to look back at the bright blue sky, to the billowy clouds that look like spun sugar candy. 

“I want to live abroad in Europe and be surrounded by music, my music. I want to compose, I want to be renowned for my operas.” He declares with a proud puff of his chest. Jo nods, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“That sounds very much like you, Teddy,” Jo says. “A bachelor making art in Europe, how capital.”

He makes a face, then winks at you out of the corner of his eye. You stick out your tongue.

“You can do it if you stay focused,” you add. “No more billiards, for a start.” 

Laurie wrinkles his nose. “And what is it that you want, prima donna?” he asks you in challenge. 

You turn away with a roll of your eyes, gaze to the heavens. The thought comes to you easily as you listen to the birds, feel the breeze tickling your skin, drinking in the sky. 

“I want to be a ballet dancer in a prestigious company. I want to tour the world.” You say softly. Before, you would have felt embarrassment to share such an ambitious dream. But something about this moment, of being with Laurie and Jo makes you feel brave and safe enough to speak your mind, to put your words into the universe and have it come to fruition. Like a magic spell of sorts. With them here with you, you feel like any dream is possible.

Another chorus of hums and Jo looks pleased at your response. Laurie smirks up at the horizon.

“No fair if it’s likely to happen,” he laughs. “That’s cheating.”

“Oh, hush,” Jo chides with a rather hard sock to Laurie’s arm. She ignores his whines as he recoils and grumbles dramatically. “You’re well on your way, dear,” Jo tells you. “Now that you’ll be in that New York production next summer, I’m sure your opportunities will be plentiful.”

You hope she’s right. You’d secured a role as an ensemble dancer in an upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet, your most prestigious show as of yet in your young and budding career. Jo’s warm praise makes you blush like the flowers surrounding you, pink and full. Laurie’s quick eyes catch this, envious, and he changes the subject, a muscle ticking ever so slightly in his jaw. 

“And you, Jo?” He asks tightly. 

Jo exhales, crossing her arms behind her head. “Being a writer, of course. A great one. I don’t want to settle for less.” 

“Doubtful,” snides Laurie. “I don’t see it.”

You and Laurie look to each other with a quiet smile.

“No, not with all the prizes you’ve won,” you add. “Impossible.”

Jo shoots upright, too quickly for the heat. She slugs Laurie again.

“Ow...Jo, it’s too hot for your beatings,” he moans. “Don’t be a poor sport.”

She doesn’t answer him, only gives him a final push and hunkers back down onto the grass, turning her back to him with a huff.

“Why am I the only one that ever gets hit?” Laurie grumbles, opening his shirt to cool himself off and throws his forearm across his eyes for shade, frowning. You giggle, curling up beside her.

“I believe in your abilities, Jo.” You whisper to her. She takes your hand. 

It’s not long before the three of you are fast asleep in the sun. 

**

And as the seasons and summers roll on and the fruits of childhood begin to slowly ripen with the passing years, you find your companionship with Laurie and Jo changing and growing like never before. Your friendship starts to blossom into fondness, adoration. Indeed, you’ve loved them as playmates and companions since the three of you were children, but as you flourish amidst that quaint, strange, and budding pocket of time when young men and women come of age, where you and Laurie and Jo are now struck with bashfulness and an awareness of being alone with each other, your love for them arches and glows like summer sunset. 

This makes you acutely conscious of your appearance and dress, your posture, how you carry yourself, your mannerisms. How did your hair look? Did you laugh too loudly? Would Jo think your comments about her writing were too harsh? Why did you feel such warmth in your chest every time you saw her? And why were you starting to anticipate Laurie’s company? Why did you always have a sharp hope that he would come around with every visit of yours to the March residence? The constant whir of thoughts and worries was enough to make your head turn with heaviness, make you collapse from the pressures of simply existing.

“You’re acting odd,” Laurie tells you one day.

The two of you lay in a meadow with summer buzzing all around you, resting beneath the drooping leaves of a willow tree. Jo had been unable to join you as she had Beth’s lessons to teach that afternoon, much to her own disappointment and promising to make it up to you soon with an affectionate pinch to your cheek. You’d considered going home then. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Laurie, that familiar crush in your chest, an inkling of dread coupled with a shortness of breath, fear and excitement. You were terrified. But when he’d taken your hand and asked you so sweetly to accompany him to the meadow’s waters, how could you possibly refuse? 

But of course, Laurie was quick to notice your nerves. 

“The heat is getting to your head,” you say evenly with eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face. “Besides, that’s rather rude.”

You hear him move and feel his presence directly in front of you, as if leaning in.

“It is a bit hot, do you feel up for a swim?”

This makes your eyes snap open. Following Jo’s mannerisms, you give him a shove in the chest. “You’re vile,” you grin. 

To your surprise, Laurie’s teasing, playful demeanor is nowhere to be found. His gaze is instead thoughtful, holding your own like you are all he sees. Immediately, you feel your pulse kick up in the side of your throat.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he continues with a shake of his head. “You don’t seem like yourself. I thought a change in our routine could be refreshing.”

You give a light shrug of your shoulders. “I feel fine,” you say. 

He brushes the back of his hand against your forehead. He hums, then curls his fingers down along the planes of your face to rest on your cheek. 

“You’re flushed,” he murmurs. 

Time seems to slow. The roar of blood deafens your ears and the fragrance of the sweet waters and blooms around you is overwhelming, sunlight refracting like prismed rainbow. Laurie kisses you then, a gentle touch of his lips, tilting your chin up to meet him. A sweetheart’s kiss, one that tastes of summer secrets as you’re shaded by vines and mist. When you break apart, he keeps his hand cradled against your cheek, his thumb circling the corner of your mouth.

You don’t know what to say. You’re speechless, your chest rising and falling softly, staring back at him with wide, surprised eyes. Laurie looks reflective, emerald irises half-lidded.

“What am I to tell Jo?” you whisper to him. Heat diffuses through your body like desert wind. You feel elated, cherished, frightened, embarrassed. Guilty. Laurie’s eyes flicker once more to your lips, his dark lashes fluttering with the movement. His smile is melancholy, yet knowing.

“You love her, too.” Laurie hums. It’s a statement, a confirmation of your feelings for both of them. The fact that the boy you’ve adored for so long has uttered your very thoughts out loud should have you completely mortified, yet there’s a small sense of comfort knowing he’d understand. Laurie knows this because he himself feels the same way, knows you or Jo or himself could never bring themselves to choose.

Laurie’s smile prompts you to lace your fingers together in the grasses and you give him a light peck on the cheek. He brightens up, raking a hand through his black curls. 

“You love me.” Laurie beams.

**

When you tell Jo about the kiss, she’s dancing with you on the porch in the evening light. Inside, you can see Marmee and the girls entertaining themselves through the windows as you practice your pirouettes. Jo is dressed in her writing jacket and trousers, keeping you balanced as she plays the part of the male dancer, perfectly competent. 

“What an impish boy,” Jo says of Laurie. You laugh and the two of you continue your steps, running through the dance number in a private rehearsal. Laurie is due to rehearse with you the week before your performance and the thought itself is enough to make butterflies explode in your stomach. Jo is a strong, leading dancer, while Laurie is graceful and firm, both capable of making the palms of your hands sweat with nerves. You know in your heart if you could rehearse with them, you’d have no fear on opening night. You’d already be invincible.

“Again from the top, please, kind sir,” you curtsey to Jo. Her smile is giddy and she gives a click of her heels before returning to her starting position. 

“Of course,” she responds. Taking your hand, she guides you through the steps once more, your heart soft and temperate like the evening around you.

**

The sound of applause is warm and full, washing over you as you take your bows. You feel weightless, aglow, eyes brimming with tears. You think you see Laurie and Jo leap to their feet in the audience, but the stage lights are too bright and you cannot see clearly and you think you may faint from happiness. 

In the auditorium, you’re still in your costume of Venetian silks and flowers when you’re swept off your feet by a boisterous Laurie and he twirls you around in his arms, his riding cloak billowing out behind him. 

“There’s our Capulet! You were phenomenal!”

“I’m so proud of you, dear!” Jo practically shouts with excitement, tackling you next in a bearish hug when Laurie finally sets you down. Their praise is boundless, endless, showering you in so much adoration that your heart feels close to bursting. You gather them close, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“Thank you both for everything,” you choke out, squeezing them tight.

Over Jo’s shoulder, you spot Marmee, Meg, Amy, even shy little Beth with a bouquet of flowers and then you let the tears fall when you run to them and you thank your stars for the luck and love you’ve been blessed with.  

**

Another year, another summer soon arrives. You and Jo and Laurie are back in the fields cloud-gazing, a lazy afternoon of heat and leisurely time well spent. Things feel familiar, recognizable between the three of you, yet there’s a sense of distance between now and when Jo had first asked about your castles in the sky all those summers ago. 

 Jo was now making a name for herself in the writer’s world, having won another prize in a New York newspaper. She’d been gaining the attention of devoted readers and critics alike and was now working on a proper novel, her longest project as of yet. She tells you not to worry, that she’ll be sure to feature you as a central character in the same way she’d done as a child, nostalgic tales of pirates and adventure and love.

“My sweet sugar plum fairy,” she’d gruffed, pulling you into another powerful hug.

Laurie had finished his opera, now with aspirations of pulling funds together and opening a production in Europe. He was still in the midst of planning and conversing with his grandfather about finances and departure dates, but it seemed like Laurie’s promise of spiriting you away to Europe could now become a reality. And with the possibility of your very own French stage debut! 

Thus, you three souls were being tugged into three far corners of the globe, to your respective callings. The realization scares you, to know that this may be one of the few times you have left together. But underneath it all, there was a sense of excitement to see the world and make it your own. You were satisfied, proud knowing that the three of you had come so far with your aspirations and you had no doubt you would find success in your art.

In the comfortable silence, serenaded by the hum of cicadas and birdsong, you gaze up to the clouds gliding over Plumfield, Massachusetts. You feel an aching longing for those childhood days of carefree play, the countless rose-tinted memories of Laurie and Jo by your side, yet looking up at the sky, you know these memories of summers past will always be with you. 

And there would be better and more to come. 

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