#acr rant

[looney-mooney-studio]

I stayed up till midnight making a map of the Hundred Acre Wood for Winona the Pooh! Adding the long post tag because it’s a LONG image ID in the alt text. I hope you guys like it anyway!

#winnie the pooh #hundred acre wood #long post #fantasy map #artists on tumblr #Winona the Pooh #looney mooney rants #mooneyart #looney mooney art

[tenebrare]

Assassins Creed - Shay Cormac sketch

"My" Shay likely would spend more time in Morrigan fishing and daydreaming rather than hunting assassins, artifacts and doing whatever his Templar masters would think he should do. Also minuscule puppy eyes complaint....

Thought to find some contact with other AC fans to discuss theories, daydream, plot alternate outcomes. My Discord attempt was a disaster as sharing art between AI-gen posts and "omh templrssss suck" posts got old too quick and so went to try on Reddit. Yeah, maybe should have not told I am no fan of modern day (was topic about things we like or do not like in games) and anger a moderator within 1st day by using you.com search over google.com (I kid you not, that was source of his patronizing). Got 200 karma for my 1 days postings though (whatever that is, I do not use Reddit much). Go me! But no, used fancy browser script to delete posts and crawled back to Tumblr talking to myself. Maybe I just am not good enough for AC fandom communities. Oh well. So here's one a lazy and slacking Shay sitting on a ledge on Morrigan.

#assassinscreed #assassins creed #assassins creed rogue #acr #shay #shay cormac #dailydoodle #small rant #assassins creed art #sundaydoodles #my art 2023 #rogue #tenebrare rogue

[rk1kincorrect]

ac1 W

#revelations was actually a good game!! #but ac1 altaïr over revelations altaïr any day no question #altaïr ibn la'ahad #assassin’s creed #assassin's creed 1 #assassin’s creed revelations #altaïr in ac1 and revelations were diff people sm plot holes in rev like why was alt so kind when he was 24 in rev? #when in ac1 he was a piece of shit at rhat age he wouldnt help anyone yk #plus yea ac1 has more depth than acr for him but im not ranting rn #shitpost

[promithiae]

arerrrg why are meal prep recipe lists always "healthy"? I just want to make lunches for the week so I can grab them on my way out the door and not have to think about it. I don't want "healthy." In fact, I need calorie-dense meals so that my mom, who this time of year is out doing serious garden work all day also has something she can grab without thinking. I don't want a fucking salad in a jar or a god forsaken bistrobox. I need ideas for people who are busting ass all day.

#when I say gardening I don't mean like pulling 3 weeds and cutting some flowers and calling it a day #she's doing heavy landscaping work and moving tons of dirt (often wet) from one place to another #and reforesting about an acre's worth of land #and yeah ok I work retail so it's not as much physical labor as that #but it's surprisingly physical compared to other retail jobs I've had #anyway sorry for the rant I'm just tired of making the same things for lunch over and over again and was looking for new ideas #and everything for meal prep is like. low calorie bullshit

[strxwberry-skiess]

TW: RANT

just saw this thing by jyp called a2k and i’m calling bullshit. as soon as one person debuts in a “kpop” group that is not at least half asian, i’m fucking out. companies have become so greedy since kpop took off in the west and now they’re acting like people who aren’t asian can debut in a kpop group? that’s just embarrassing and completely misses the point of why/how important kpop is in the first place. (from what i’ve read) it’s a big deal and inspiration to koreans to see how far their people have come and then turning into some kind of cash grab where any joker can participate? fuck off. if a white girl ever fucking debuts in a “kpop” group, i’m taking my money and running.

#tw: rant #tw: language #kpop #kpop rant #jyp #fuck jyp #literally what the fuck #come at me all you want but kpop should involve idk koreans #or asians #like at all #[ 🍊 ] orange blossom acres

[tendebill]

i am... so close to just playing ac2 again... i just finished revelations earlier today and man, idk how i feel about it yet? it went by so fast, the whole time i felt like i was still at the beginning and only getting started, then all of a sudden i was at sequence 8 and 9, sprinting towards the end. it felt very short for some reason? or like there wasn't a big sense of progression within the story? like i said, for the majority of the game i was waiting for the plot to thicken and then it ended lmao. also i was under the impression i would have more missions per sequence and then i was always flabbergasted when another sequence came and went with way fewer missions than i was anticipating. also i wish there was more yusuf :'//

rn im planning on replaying brotherhood, since i only played it on pc and now i have the chance to play on ps3 :') i do want to play every game in ezio's trilody twice at least, once on pc once on ps3. already did it with ac2 (which is why i am battling the urge to do it again, i need to at least PRETEND i am normal about this italian whore). after my replay of bh i will probably start ac3 and then begin revelations on pc at the same time?

also, i noticed that while i was playing ac2 for a second time i enjoyed it a lot more? for some reason knowing where i was in the story and where it was going made it more fun for me? it also made me better at "balancing" the side content with the main story. i guess its because it made the playthrough less chaotic for me, since i knew what i was doing this time around and didn't have to worry about ending a sequence before i did all the additional stuff i had in it.

and since brotherhood's story didn't stick with me as much as ac2's did, maybe playing it a second time when i know whats going to happen will make me appreciate it more than i initially did. at least that's what im hoping for.

sorry for the essay, here's a wip or the ezioleo rqs im working on, as a treat ^^

#long post #rant #ac2 #assassin's creed 2 #acb #acr #assassin's creed revelations #assassin's creed brotherhood

[trainwrecksys]

The way I draw bentham has fluctuated so much recently

Its because i saw that one dammed photo in the beginning of tdoda that really threw me off and I've been trying to incorporate it in the way that I design him now but I'm honestly just giving up with that I'm just gonna draw him like i used to which means like the first photo we have of him

Im aware I making a big deal out of nothing but the way he looks in the book is SO inconsistent that it's really hard to keep a solid design for him

His younger photo barely looks like the first photo and then this completely new portrait with a goat and a dog for some reason in the last book

Honestly idk rant over I'm probably gonna revert to this kind of thing

Example drawing + little thing I made around the time i drew it

#art #mphfpc #library of souls #the desolations of devils acre #fanart #myron bentham #ranting

[sleepybatfriend]

i dont get people who are actively aware of how people view them as deviants for being queer, even going so far as to embrace and reclaim said identity, but then act like people are disgusting perverts for relatively common kinks? between consenting adults?

like how about we stop caring about what consenting adults do to each other or jerk off to or whatever. like obviously theres nuance to that, like things that go beyond consenting adults (pedophilia for example) but for the most part its exhausting for people to act like puritans while trying to disguise it behind ethics when, again, who cares what CONSENTING ADULTS (key words) do to each other.

like, chill.

#acre hours #sorry to rant im just tired #long post ig

[eepyjay]

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#just a rant: #went to feed my pig this morning and hear weird sounds coming from the chicken feed bag I look over into it and see tons of little bugs in #it. there’s so many I can hear them!!!! and I heard it last night but didn’t realize what it was #I move the bag and there’s like 50 under/around it #like literal itty bitty teeny tiny #almost ant like #I sweep them up and take them outside then deal with the feed bag. there’s no joke more than a hundred Weevils crawling around in there and #in my house!!!! my parents are out of town so I call and im like wtf do I do? they tell me to dump it with the pig #once I’ve gotten the bugs swept up and the bag outside im like I shouldnt put it with the pig that’s way too close to our house and I dont #want them to come back in the house #I text my mother this and she doesn’t reply and im getting frustrated cause it’s time sensitive since dozens of these little guys are trying #to crawl out of the bag #and I keep spraying them back in it with the hose #eventually I call her. she doesn’t answer. I call my dad. she answers his phone. I tell her my problem and I can hear my dad in the #background being frustrated and saying like ‘well tell jay to take it all the way to the back and dump it!’ like sorry to bother old man but #there’s a literal little bug infestation in the house 😐 #so I have to carry this chicken feed bag that’s now got water in it that I kept spraying so they’d stay in the bag in it and have to carry #it down an acre/half acre of our property to toss it out back #and at this point I’m hot and sweaty cause I’m in sweats #and it’s like 85F outside and I’ve been out here like 20 minutes #I’m anxious cause no one would answer me and there’s so many bugs and I dont want them crawling on me #and mad cause no one would answer me #not to mention I was also mad bc my grandma was in my way the whole time while I swept up the bugs trying to get me to sweep like the #kitchen and laundry too but I was like I’m focusing on the obvious more important issue here: the bugs!!!! #I’m pretty sure I broke out in a stress/anxiety rash when all was said and done cause they little rash spots are gone already #or maybe I got scratched up by the trees near the fence I really don’t know it could be both

[simpforsoap]

Monsterous Lovers- Part Two

Part 1 and Part 3

Hybrids weren’t uncommon. They appeared sometime during the 1300’s. No one was really sure where they originated from, not even the hybrids seemed to know, but as time went on their population started to grow. At first humans and hybrids lived amongst each other, those were known as the pre-war times. By 1401, there was an attack. The story has been told and reshaped over the years to fit the narrative of who tells it, humans saying that hybrids attacked their village while hybrids saying that humans attacked their kind first. No one knows what happened exact, but the war broke out in the spring of 1401, lasting nearly 105 years. For the time period, humans were unable to defend themselves against the hybrids that attacked and as a result the human population dropped significantly, into the low millions. Hybrids were not in any better of shape, their own population having dwindled due to the war and lack of neccesities that were needed for them to strive. In 1506 the Living Peace Treaty was signed, an agreement for hybrids and humans to stop attacking one another and allow their populations to regrow. There was a tense period of time after the treaty where humans and hybrids seemed to be at one anothers throats, but there was no more wars. 

As time went on, history notes there was always a separation between humans and hybrids, but the lined seemed to blur the more time carried on. During the 1920’s, when humans seemed to be at war with one another, hybrids took a stand and joined forces with humans alike. Lives were lost between both species but there was a mutual agreement that humans and hybrids could coexist with one another in peace. By the turn of the 21st century, you could walk the streets and see humans and hybrids living amongst each other, even some in relationships and whatnot.

Price and them were no strangers to the judgmental comments and borderline xenophobic tendencies some humans still had towards them. They had worked their way up in the military, creating their own little pack with one another throughout their years of working together. Despite their differences from one another, they worked like a well oiled machine. Perhaps it was all the endless deadly missions that never seemed to stop the killing of both humans and hybrids alike, or perhaps it was the lack of comfort they found when coming back to the base after those missions, but the four of them each longed for a sense of normality. To come back from a mission, not to the base where they couldn’t separate work from living, but rather a place where they could truly call it home.

That’s what Price believed as he stood in the driveway of your home; that this was a potential home to him and his boys. The entire drive to the property, Soap couldn’t stop ranting and raving about the photos he seen online with the ad you had posted and even though they were each wanting him to be quiet in their own way, it was a good thing Soap had seemed to love it so much just based on photos. Because in person? This home was immaculate and seemed like it was exactly what Price had pictured as their home. 

The house was ranch styled, a large porch with a covered entry way. A porch swing snestled to the right of the door, Price feeling like it was an idea spot to sit and enjoy a cigar while overlooking the front of the property. The 20 acres of woods surrounding the house were thick, Soap wanting nothing more than to shift into his wolf and take off into the woods for a run. The house was a little more secluded than they had thought, but it was perfect. And they hadn’t even seen the inside of it! 

As they toured the outside of the house first, Ghost insisting to ensure it was secure as he told you, Price felt more relaxed. There was a little garden on the south side of the home, something he could clearly picture you kneeling in and tending to during the summer months. You lead them around the house, showing off the small gazebo in the back yard, little lantern lights hanging around the inside. The four of them followed as you walked the small stone path to the back patio, Price taking note of the lack of patio furniture before leading them inside. 

“I know it’s kind of messy right now, I was in the process of cleaning up the house to make room when I had to leave.” You gave them a small smile, pushing some empty boxes against the wall so they wouldn’t trip on them. 

Soap just smiled with a small laugh, naturally throwing an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the glare Price gave him, “nah, it’s fine lassie. Though, I gotta ask, you really live here alone?”

You took a tiny breath through your nose, needing to steady yourself for the question you knew you’d have to answer, “yes, I do. I did have…someone living with me before but there was a..um..accident of sorts and I took over the house.” 

Ghost could pick up the anxious look in your eye from a mile away, the mask hiding his facial expressions from you, but you could see the way his eyes narrowed at your words, “anyways, the house itself is a 5 bed 5 bath home. Allows you some space to do what you please with. Shared living room and kitchen of course, but I can designate some spots in the kitchen for the each of you so you can have your own spot to put stuff in. The rooms are upstairs, do you want me to show you?”

“Yes, please love.” Gaz gave a smile at you, easing the tension from your shoulders a bit. You could tell both Gaz and Soap seemed to give you the natural ability to find a sense of familiarity in them. 

You showed them the upstairs of the home, the four of them taking their time in examining each room, taking mental notes on where the each of them could fit in and what they wanted to do with the space. You ended the tour in the kitchen, standing with your hands in your hoodie pocket. 

“Well, what do you think? I know it’s probably not super luxurious, but it’s a comfortable home and I’m not one to get into much of your business.” You give them a smile, watching the way the four of them seemed to have having a silent conversation with one another through their eyes. 

Right as you were beginning to worry they would decline the offer, Price spoke up, “we believe this is exactly what we are looking for. Would you like rent from all of us or just the overall 2500?”

“Oh heavens no, just the 2500. I know it’s a bit on the pricey side but--” before you could say more, Price cut you off with a smal wave of his hand. 

“Nonsense, we make more than enough to cover that. Now, we are active military as Soap here told you in the messages so we are in and out of the house a lot for missions, but we will always communicate with you on the duration of our leave will be.” Price crossed his arms, your eyes flicking to the way his scaled forearms seemed to glint in the light. 

You took a small breath to steady yourself before nodding, “of course. I have the lease written for a year at the moment, but we can extend it if you’d like to after that.” 

Price nodded, “of course. Now, I suppose I shall bring it up first. We are hybrids, each of us are our own beings. I, myself, am a dragon. Soap here is a werewolf, Gaz is a Harpy and Ghost is a wraith. Is that something you are absolutely sure you’re comfortable with? There’s no offense if you’re not, we understand there can be a bit of..troubles sometimes.”

You give a small smile nodding, “yes, I am completely fine with that. I do want to finish cleaning things up around here, but tomorrow morning if you’d like you can move your stuff into the rooms.”

You took a mental note of what Price said, wanting to search it up later so you knew just what exactly you were getting yourself into.

“Perfect. We will be here at 9:00 sharp then, love.” Price smiled and you shook his hand your hand feeling hot at his touch. 

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As Price drove back to the base, the car ride was mostly silent. Soap was practically buzzing in his seat, desperate to say something to fill the silence. Price glanced at him through the rearview mirror before letting a breath out, “speak your mind, Johnny.”

Soap wasted no time, leaning forward in his seat with a large smile on his face, “we just hit the jackpot! She’s absolutely stunning and that house? Perfect for us in every way…even with the scent of strawberries and mint..she smells devine.”

Gaz shook his head at Soap’s words, though the smile and slight ruffle to his feathers gave it away, “you’re hopeless, Soap.” 

“What? I’m not wrong, and you know it! The lass smells delicious…nearly want to sink my teeth into her and make her mine.” Soaps words make Price shift in his seat, glaring at him through the mirror.

“Soap. Watch it. You will do no such thing to her unless she gives approval. We will be within her home we are to respect that.” Price’s tone was firm, his eyes narrowed as he focused back on the road. 

Ghost was silent in the passenger seat, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, but Soap’s words seemed to spark something in his mind, “for a human she’s awfully trusting of us…seems stupid if you ask me…inviting a pack of hybrids into your home without asking anything regarding that nature.”

Gaz immediately moved on the defense, his feathers ruffled a bit, “hey now. I think she’s a sweetheart..Seems to be one of the humans that doesn’t seem to mind the fact we’re hybrids…maybe she thought it was rude to ask anything on it.”

Ghost looked out the window of the car, silent as he thought over Gaz’s words. It took a few moments before he spoke up, voice a tad softer than it was before, “There’s something off about her…I think we should look into her background when we get back to base.”

The other three were silent for a moment. They couldn’t deny you had a strange story as to why you were suddenly renting the rooms out, but they felt it was something of your story to tell. Price spoke up after a moment, “we can look into a background, only to ensure there is no danger into this house. But it is her story to tell us, I will not look further than is required to.”

They seemed to be in an agreement, to find out a tiny bit about your background and make sure you truly were who you said you were, but they would wait until you were comfortable to tell your story to them on why you lived alone so suddenly.

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Tag List: @zoruxsblog @dontfollowmepleaseitsannoying

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[mermaidgirl30]

✨Enchant Me Chapter 1: I Was Enchanted to Meet You✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: I want to thank that purple house for giving me this whole idea in the first place, but reader and Joel are so soft in this series I’m crying 🥹 Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for listen to me babble my ideas and rant about how cute these two are in this series! We don’t have enough witchy, nature reader Joel fics, so thought I should make one ☺️✨🌙 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated, I always love hearing your feedback! 💜

Summary: Joel delivers a custom built table to a little house out in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t realize he’s going to fall for the girl behind the doors of that small purple house. He falls head over heels for her special herbal tea, tarot card readings, and talks of nature and plants as he keeps going back to see her.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader (Fic is in both reader and Joel’s POV)

Word Count: 7.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: Soft Joel, lots of fluff, Joel falling in love, witchy reader, eventual smut in later chapters, plant and animal lover reader, lots of cute nicknames for reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

- Taylor Swift “Enchanted”

The spring breeze of April rustles through Austin as green leaves blow gently down the street, light streaks of sunlight glistening in the open shop as Joel finishes the final touches on a lilac handmade wooden side table. Tiny, intricate white flowers he’d hand painted cover the lilac material. Joel had no idea who he was making it for, he only saw the order request in the computer on his list of custom orders. Tommy must’ve talked to that particular customer when Joel was in the back crafting something.

As Joel finishes the final touches on polishing the little table, he yells for Tommy to come over. “Hey, Tommy. Who’s this order for? I just got finished, guess I can go ahead and deliver it today since we aren’t too busy,” he says as he stands up with a huff, placing a hand on his lower back as he gets up from the rough ground.

“Ahh, that one is for this sweet girl that came in a couple weeks ago. Kinda shy, quiet, but sweet as pie. Pretty thing, too. She sure talked a lot about nature,” Tommy laughs as he grabs the thick white notebook and gets your contact information out, handing Joel the address and name of the customer who had bought it.

Joel looks at it carefully as his eyes scan the address. “She lives out in the middle of nowhere,” Joel says as his eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah, all the way in Cedar Lake. Not too far, but that’s definitely not in the city. It’s only twenty minutes from here though. So, you want me to take it? I don’t mind,” Tommy replies as he leans to grab the notebook. Joel brings it out of his reach and clutches it to his chest.

“Nah, I’m the one that made it so I’ll be the one delivering it.”

“Suit yourself,” Tommy scoffs as he holds his hands up. “Tell her I said hello, will ya?”

“Sure,” Joel says as he grabs the paper with your name and address on it and shoves it down in the denim pocket of his dark jeans. He rolls his blue flannel sleeves up to his elbows and exposes tanned skin as he grabs up the table and loads it in the back of his white Chevy truck.

Once he’s inside and has the engine revved up, he pulls away from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and heads down the street, toward the direction of a long, gravel road that will take him to your place.

Cedar and oak trees fill the last half of the drive while deer scurry off from grazing in the grass as soon as they see Joel’s truck. The houses get thinner in this area, only one or two spread out with acres of land behind them. Joel keeps driving through the thick of the green, eyes trained on the narrow road ahead of him.

“Now who lives all the way out here?” Joel asks himself as his GPS stops him right as he pulls up to a single house that’s surrounded entirely by the woods.

He puts his truck into park and turns off the engine, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pocket. Just as he steps outside into the grass, a wild rabbit runs off into the opposite direction of him and a black raven caws and flies off into a tall cedar tree.

Whoever lives here must like animals a lot.

Joel carefully retrieves the furniture from the bed of his truck and grunts his way to the front door, making his way up the few wooden steps that lead him to the front door. When he sets the side table on the wooden porch, he takes in the outside of the house.

The house is painted a deep purple color with yellow wooden rails outlining the edge of the porch. All types of different floral plants of names he doesn’t know lines each side of the cobbled stone path that leads to the front of the house. Colorful stained glass windows are sprawled on the top windows as the bottom windows sit wide open for the warm breeze to seep into. It’s unique, a house like he’s never quite seen before. Now he needs to know who lives way out here in the middle of nowhere in a little purple house that’s stacked with plants.

He knocks on the sturdy purple door three times and stands back while he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, fidgeting with his fingers as he patiently waits. Before long, he hears the creak of the door opening and looks up to say his greeting.

“Hi, I’m from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and I came to…”

He stops when he takes in the sights of you as you open the door wide, stepping out onto the porch in a lilac colored sundress that goes down to the middle of your thighs, exposing long legs as the bodice hugs your hips perfectly. He gasps at the beautiful shades of your eyes. He’s never seen such beautiful eyes before, a color that reminds him of warm summer days and clover covered fields. Your hair is in soft curls, held back by a pink ribbon as you flash him a smile that can knock him down to his knees. He thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking. The most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Oh! My little table I ordered. I had no idea it was finished! Let me see it,” you say excitedly as he steps out of the way and lets you bend over to analyze the table.

You rake your fingers over the smooth, polished wood and carefully trace the edges of the hand painted white flowers that cover the surface of the table. It’s so beautiful, exactly what you were looking for when you placed the order. You were afraid they wouldn’t see the vision you were going for, but this was exactly what you wanted. It was perfect.

“This is incredible! Exactly what I pictured it to be. Who made this?” you ask incredibly as you hover over the top of the smooth wood.

“I did,” he says nervously behind you.

You drop your hands and push yourself off the porch, turning to take in the man who made this himself. “You made this?” you ask quietly.

“Mhm. Just finished it up today,” he answers, his eyes locking on yours as he nods his head up and down slowly.

“Oh, well it’s exactly what I wanted! It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he says with a Southern accent that stops you in your tracks.

Sweetheart. You like the sound of that a lot.

“And you are?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, curiosity swirling in your eyes at the handsome gentleman who stands in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. My name’s Joel. Joel Miller.” He holds his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand patiently, his eyes flicking over yours carefully. You slowly place your hand in his and shake.

You almost gasp when you feel his calloused fingers close over yours. He feels like magic, like shooting sparks are flying in his soft brown eyes as he holds your hand in his. You’ve never had this reaction shaking a man’s hand before. This feels… different. The magic dies as soon as he drops his hand, and you almost reach for his hand again just to feel that buzzing sensation through your body that was there when his hand was in yours.

“Miller. Is Tommy Miller your brother?” you ask with a curious smile.

“Yes, ma’am. He helps me run the shop.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Joel, I’m glad it was you that brought this by for me today,” you smile gently, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him as he blushes and pushes a hand through his tousled curls nervously. You think he’s absolutely beautiful.

“It was no trouble. And your name? I didn’t catch your name, darlin’.”

Darlin’. There he goes again with the little nicknames. You wish he’d never stop. He could just keep going. He could call you anything he wanted to, and you’d let him. As long as he came back here again.

You tell him your name, and he repeats it like honey dripping off the tip of his tongue. It sounds beautiful the way he says it. Like sweet tea that simmers in your soul. It sounds all lilty and dreamy, and you decide then that you do want to see him again.

“That’s a pretty name,” he says softly as his lips curl up into a dreamy smile that almost takes your breath away.

“Oh, uh - thank you,” you smile in return.

You take in his full features now. See the way his eyes shine like caramel in the warm sun that glazes over them, see the dark brown flecks mix with warmer colors to make the prettiest soft brown eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. His skin is tan like gold, his broad shoulders filling out the blue button-up flannel shirt that presses firmly to his strong chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as they expose thick veins that cascade down his arms to end in big, thick hands. Hands you’d like to hold on more than one occasion.

And his smile. God, his smile sends your insides spiraling. He’s so fucking beautiful, and you hope he’ll stay for tea. Maybe, just maybe he’ll want to try your famous hibiscus herbal tea.

Please, stay.

“Here, let me put this inside for you. It’s a little heavy, so don’t want you to try to lift it,” he says adamantly as he bends over and scoops up the little side table in his arms.

You open the door wide for him and watch him walk through the entrance as you point to your cream colored couch that sits up against the soft pastel purple colored walls. “Just right next to the couch will be fine, thank you,” you say as you watch his biceps cling to his flannel shirt, watching the way his back muscles pull against his shirt to expose thick muscles that you’d kill to run your fingers down.

He’s so gorgeous.

When he sets down the table on the dark wooden floor, he takes in your little living space. He examines your white shelf that holds purple orchids, different colored carnations, and potted hanging plants whose vines spill over the edges fluidly.

Next, he notices the windowsill that has amethyst and pink quartz crystals lined against the edge as a stack of flower tarot cards lay against the crystals. He takes in the bright colors of your kitchen as the sunlight beams through the open windows as robins chirp their melodious songs outside the window. Lavender and white tulips encase the edges of the light colored wooden countertop as it overflows with various herbs that stack neatly together.

The air smells dewy-fresh as the aroma of flowers and tea fill the air. You watch Joel take in his surroundings carefully and see his lips part open just slightly as he spins in a slow circle. You lean against the wooden countertop and rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch him dreamily. He’s just so handsome, so intriguing, so curious.

As he turns back your direction, you straighten up and try to act normal, but it’s so hard around him. So very hard. “You uh, you sure like flowers don’t ya?” he asks as you blush from the question.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask nervously as he comes over and leans against the opposite side of the counter, staring up into your eyes as he gently smiles.

“No, s’not a bad thing. Just I haven’t seen a house quite like yours before. It’s very… unique what you’ve done to the place,” he says as his eyes skate across your lit up kitchen.

“Well, I’m a unique person,” you giggle out, letting the single pearl necklace bounce along your tan chest.

“I can see that,” he smiles as his eyes skate down your lilac sundress, gulping when you see him rake his eyes over your full breasts and down your curvy hips and smooth thighs. You suck in a breath when his warm eyes land back on yours as you watch the sunlight trickle warm golden colors against his gentle brown eyes.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Purple your favorite color?” he asks as he examines the soft colored walls in your kitchen.

“How could you tell?” you ask as a soft giggle echoes around the small living space.

“I’m good at observations,” he says with a smirk that pulls at the corners of his mouth.

Oh, this one is gonna be a tease. You just know it.

“You live out here alone?” he asks as he walks around the counter, dragging his finger along the wooden edges as he stares at the purple orchids that lay across your wide open kitchen window.

“Yeah, it’s just me and my flowers. Also, my cat, Oliver. He’s probably outside hunting mice or something,” you laugh.

“Ahh. I see.”

You watch the way he furrows his eyebrows at the flowers, looking at them as if he’s trying to figure out what they are. Somehow you think he doesn’t know a lot about plants. Maybe you could teach him.

“Orchids,” you say as you walk up next to him, laying your hand on the wooden counter as you place your eyes on the vibrant deep purple colors of the flowers.

“Huh?” he asks as turns around and faces you.

“These are orchids.” You nod your head to the lush flowers, and an understanding grunt comes from deep within his chest.

“Oh, I see. They’re pretty,” he says as he drops his hand back to the counter. His pinky finger drags along the side of yours, and you feel hot fire run through your fingertips.

You drop your hand and watch him take a step back, eyes melding into yours as the sunlight bursts through his brown irises. You can’t help but to fall for him right then. This man was going to make you pull out the tarot cards, see if love was in your near future. With him.

He shifts his weight and leans into the edge of the counter, contemplating his next actions. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t take up anymore of your time. It was nice to meet you,” he says as he starts to walk toward the front door.

You freeze, almost choke up as the words run dry in your throat. “Wait!” It comes off desperate, loud, and you think you just ruined your chances with him. He turns back around with his eyebrows raised, maybe even alarmed that you almost screamed at him.

“Tea? Do you like tea?” you ask, desperate for him to stay a little longer. You want him, need him to stay just a few more minutes. You want to get to know this man, maybe want to give him a tarot reading, if he wanted one.

“Tea? ‘Course I do. Why do you ask?” He knits his eyebrows together as if he’s concentrating a little too hard on you, and you gulp at the sight of those gorgeous flecks of brown staring back at you.

“Will you stay for tea? I just picked some fresh herbs from the garden, and it’s the least I can do for having you deliver my furniture for me. Please,” you say as you nod to your cream colored couch, asking him to sit while you prepare the tea.

He flicks his eyes over the smooth material of the couch and back at you as his eyes blaze into yours. “Sure, darlin’. I’d love to,” he says as he moves to the couch and sits down gently as his body presses against the soft material. You have to avert your eyes from his large thighs that pull against the dark material of his jeans.

He’s so fucking broad and muscular. He was going to get you into trouble if you were already practically drooling at his Southern charm and good looks.

You smile and get to work chopping up lavender and rosemary herbs as you mix them together with elderberries and hibiscus flowers while you pour almond milk and a dash of water together. Everyone loves your herbal teas, you just hoped Joel would, too.

“So, is this one of your specialities or somethin’? You sure do have a lot of herbs and teacups around,” he says as he assesses your china cabinet full of floral tea cups and fine china that you’ve been collecting for years. Call it a hobby or an addiction, but you’ve been making tea for as long as you can remember. That’s why you have your own tea shop just a few miles down the road. A business you’ve loved every since you got to open your little shop a few years ago.

“Something like that,” you giggle as you continue mixing the various ingredients together in a large glass pitcher. “I actually own my own little tea shop a few miles down the road. It’s called Starlight’s Corner.”

“Starlight’s Corner, huh? Strange, I’ve never heard of it. Where is it located?” he asks as he leans his elbows against his knees and places his hands under his chin, eyes focused on you. You try not to blush as he watches you mix together the tea, but you fail to no avail.

“It’s just off Fourth Street, right next to a little boutique. You can’t miss it.”

“Wait, that’s not too far from my shop. I guess I’ll have to come check it out sometime,” he says with a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“Yeah, guess you should.”

After mixing the ingredients together and throwing a dash of sugar in there, you pour two glasses of the floral sweet smelling tea and walk over to him slowly. You hand him a glass and when he takes it your fingers brush up against his, causing you to jolt your hand back as purple liquid splashes over the side of the cup and lands on top of Joel’s denim covered thigh.

You gasp and set your own drink down on the glass coffee table as you run to grab a towel from the kitchen. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, really I’m so sorry,” you apologize hurriedly as you go back over and hand him the dark hand towel, your face beat red with embarrassment as you say sorry another five times.

“Darlin’, relax. It’s alright. It’s just a little spill. Nothing I can’t handle,” he says as he hushes you, circling his hand over your wrist as all worries seem to vanish at his soft touch.

Your breathing calms as you relax your shoulders, his fingers still pressed firmly around your wrist as you feel every single callous that covers his thick fingers. It’s soothing, relaxing, mind numbing as he stares up at you with those warm brown eyes of his, his chest rising and falling calmly as his other hand presses the towel to his damp thigh. And suddenly it’s like you’re in the middle of your lush garden outside, smelling the sweet scents of wildflowers and fresh air as you breathe in his mahogany scent. He smells like fresh wood and pine trees, a scent you could get completely lost in, drown in.

He suddenly drops his fingers from your skin, and it’s like you wake up from a trance. You want him to touch you again, you want to feel the flames that ignite your skin every time he traces his calloused fingers along your soft, silky skin. You want to know what he tastes like, what he sounds like if your lips ever pressed up against his soft, plush lips.

You shake your head out of your lovesick daze and grab your glass of tea as you go around to the other side of the couch and sit down next to him, just inches from your thigh meeting his. You watch him towel off the damp spot on his thigh, rubbing the material harshly as he calls it good and sits the now damp towel on the coffee table.

“Joel, again, I’m so sorry. Let me…”

He holds his large hand out and silences you as your voice stops cold. “Sweetheart, ya gotta stop aplogizin’. Really, it’s fine,” he presses as he goes to grab the half filled glass of tea. He grips it in his large hand and brings it close to his plush lips.

“I hope you like sweet tea,” you say before he takes a sip, hopeful that he won’t hate it.

“If it’s as sweet as you, I’m sure I’ll love it,” he smiles.

Your cheeks flush crimson as you take in the compliment and watch him bring the rim of his glass up to his lips, throwing back his head as you watch the hibiscus tea run slowly down his throat. You watch the way the liquid pulls at his lips, watch the way the veins in his neck bulge and flex as he drinks it down. You can’t help but lick your parched lips as you watch him gulp the liquid down. You wonder what it’d feel like to hang on his lips like that, wonder how it’d taste to run your tongue along his soft, inviting lips.

He tilts his head back up and sets the now almost empty glass back on the table as he licks his lips and smiles sweetly over at you. “Darlin’, how did I not know you had a tea shop so close to my store? This is the best tea I’ve ever had in my entire life,” he muses as you smile over at him in wonder.

“Really? You really liked it that much?” you ask with wide eyes glazing over his big brown eyes that you want to get lost in.

“Mhm. I mean it when I say that was the best glass of tea I’ve ever had,” he says as he nods his head. “Especially when it’s from a gorgeous girl like yourself,” he blushes.

Gorgeous? Oh. He called you gorgeous.

“Oh, stop,” you laugh as you stand and grab his glass up. “You want some more? I have plenty.”

“Absolutely,” he nods.

You pad your bare feet into the kitchen and find Oliver sitting at the edge of the window. His large green eyes hover over at Joel and his calico markings dance in the sunlight as he creeps into the kitchen and slowly makes his way over to Joel, inspecting the newcomer in his house.

“This must be Oliver?” Joel asks as he bends over and pets Oliver as he rubs against Joel’s leg. You giggle to yourself as that’s a sign Oliver likes someone. Looks like Joel is now welcome in his humble abode after all.

“Yep, that’s sweet Oliver. I think he likes you,” you giggle as you watch him scratch the clean fur on his back, hearing Oliver’s loud purrs echo into the open kitchen.

“Looks like it,” he chuckles out. The sound is so warm, inviting as it reverberates through his chest. It’s a sound you’d like to hear around here more often, a sound you could get used to fast.

“You have any pets, Joel?” you ask as you pour more delicious liquid into his glass and saunter back over to him, setting it on the table as to not spill anymore tea on him.

“Can’t say that I do. Never really was a cat person, but for some reason this one seems to like me,” he says as Oliver rubs up against his leg and jumps up into your lap the moment you sit down.

“Hmm, guess he has a good sense of judgement,” you wink at him, watching him nervously run a hand through his tousled dark curls. You want to run your hands through his curls, down his patchy beard that’s sprinkled with salt and pepper grey. He looks to be in his mid forties, an older man who you’d love to get to know better.

“How ummm, how old are you, sweetheart?” he asks as he drags his thick fingers through his patchy scruff, ending at his chin as he drops his hand gently back to his lap.

“Twenty-nine. And yourself?” you ask as you cock an eyebrow up at him.

“Forty-three,” he answers nervously as if to await a harsh judgement his way. You have no issue with an older man though. You wouldn’t even mind if he was your same age, you just wanted to know him. You were intrigued by his charm and creative hands.

“Forty-three, huh?” you ask as your eyes flick up and down him, memorizing his lean jaw and the way his fingers lightly flex in his lap when he has his eyes fixed on you. You were starting to read him well. He was nervous, maybe a little shy around the edges, but you definitely saw that he was nervous about his age. He shouldn’t be.

“Yeah, I’m an old man,” he jokes as his cheeks turn slightly pink from nerves.

“Nah, you’re definitely not old,” you confirm. “If you were old, you wouldn’t have been able to carry that table in for me,” you smile.

“Forty-three ain’t too old for ya?” he teases, but his eyes focus intently on you, needing to know he had a chance. And he definitely had a chance.

“No, it’s the perfect age,” you smile shyly.

He laughs and shakes his head, making a stray curl fall against his forehead. Without even thinking, you take your hand and push it back out of his eyes and feel just how silky smooth his hair really is.

His lips part open as you realize just how close to his face you are now, just a couple inches from his plush lips that probably taste of velvet. Your heart speeds up as you stare into his beautiful eyes, seeing every single golden brown fleck that glistens like galaxies in his eyes. You feel your hand drop to his chest, feel him lean forward as you inhale that woodsy scent that draws you to him. You’re so close, so close to a taste of heaven you so desperately want to reach.

When you realize just what you’re doing, you push back from him and put some distance in between the two of you as you catch your breath and come back down to reality. You almost kissed him. Why the fuck did you stop? You take a large drink of your tea and let the floral flavors float down your throat, hoping it’ll cool off your flushed cheeks as you feel fire burn through your core.

Get a hold of yourself. You just met this man.

Joel clears his throat and shifts his weight on the couch, grabbing his glass as he takes another generous gulp of the purple tea. Oliver sits across the room now and stares in between the two of you, meowing as even he feels the connection in the quiet room.

Joel clears the air as the heated moment disappears for the time being. “So, you’re a flower girl, huh?” he asks as his eyes gaze around the room at all your colorful hanging pots of flowers and plants that line the walls.

“How could you tell?” you ask with a flirtatious gleam in your smile.

“Oh, you know. Lucky guess,” he smirks as you feel your insides coat with warmth.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you giggle. “I have an entire garden out in the backyard, too. Actually, more like an enchanted forest, but you know. You’d have to see it to believe it.”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna show it to me?” he asks as a smile curls against his lips, making a dimple appear that nearly brings you to your knees. He’s so pretty that it hurts.

“If you want me to,” you say through long lashes that fan out for him.

He chuckles lightly and nods. “C’mon then. Show me,” he says as he stands and reaches for your hand. You’re hesitant at first, but he keeps it extended and nods down at his hand. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you want to show me.” That’s all the encouragement you need.

You take his hand as he helps you up, feeling his calloused fingers close around yours as he pulls you off the velvety surface. He keeps his hand latched around yours until you make it to the back door, feeling a sigh escape your lips as his warmth leaves your hand the moment he drops his fingers from yours. His hand in yours felt so good, it felt right.

You slide on a pair or sandals and lead him down your back porch, past the flowing stone fountain where birds are sitting getting drinks and ruffling their feathers as they bathe in the cool water. You lead him down a winding stone path and watch as he follows close behind.

You trail your fingers on some tall standing cedar trees and push past a small field of sunflowers, watching as the golden finches hang on the flower stems and feed on the seeds. You look behind you and see Joel looking all around him as he takes in the sights of crowded red rose bushes and white tulips that sit side by side as their colors paint each other crimson and white.

“Where are you taking me?” he laughs as he follows close behind.

“You’ll see,” you smile back at him as you grab ahold of his wrist and whisk him to the left, nearing your favorite spot in the place you call your enchanted forest.

As you round a small corner and go through a vine wrapped awning, you pull him into the middle of a large circular field that has rows and rows of different colored wildflowers that scatter across the entire field. Beds of strawberries, grape vines, and all types of various herbs have their own raised beds. Lavender, white lilies, purple irises, and different types of carnations display every which was as the sound of the rushing stream that sits behind a forest of trees carries through the wind. This is home to you.

You spin around and find Joel looking dazed as he takes in his surroundings. He runs his large hands across the growing lavender as he lets his fingers dwindle on the green stems, looking carefully over everything that sits in front of him. He looks to be in awe.

“Welcome to my little place I call my enchanted forest,” you say as you continue staring at him as he slowly turns your direction, releasing his fingers from the lavender that sways slowly in the spring air.

“Did you grow all this?” he asks with wide eyes as you see a Monarch butterfly land softly on the side of his sleeve.

“I did. Took me a little over a year to get everything going, but I think it turned out nicely.”

You walk over in front of him and hold your finger out to the butterfly, watching it come to you as it crawls over your index finger, letting you hold it carefully in your hand as you smile and say hello to the beautiful butterfly.

“Beautiful creatures, aren’t they?” you smile, watching it flap its bright orange wings as it flies off in the direction of some pink wildflowers.

You turn slowly to Joel, and he’s just standing there staring at you as if he’s stuck in a trance. His golden brown eyes gaze into yours as his lips part just the slightest. “Yeah, they are,” he says quietly. But he’s not looking at the butterfly anymore, he’s looking at you. You feel your cheeks burn hot at the way he’s looking at you. He makes you feel so nervous yet so beautiful at the same time. It’s strange, really. Nothing you’ve experienced before.

“Did you know they’re the state insect of Texas?” you say proudly as you pick up a fallen lavender rose off the ground.

“No, I didn’t know that. Fascinating,” he says awestruck, his voice quiet again as his eyes never waver from yours.

You twirl the purple rose in your hand and smile down at it as your fingers brush over the soft, velvety petals. Lavender roses mean enchantment, wonder, and love at first sight. You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you walk over to Joel and slip the rose inside the pocket on his blue flannel shirt, accentuating his look as he looks down and runs his finger over the flower.

“You know, all roses have different meanings, depending on their color,” you say as you rock on your heels, your hands behind your back as you play with your fingers nervously.

“Oh, what’s this color mean?” he asks as he runs another finger over the soft petals.

“It means enchantment, wonder, and admiration,” you smile, leaving the love at first sight out as you feel the sun warm your rosy cheeks.

His eyes look up into yours as a small smile curls against his lips, his eyes lighting up like warm honey that you want to drown in. “Enchantment, is that right?” he asks as he takes a step closer to you, his leather boots meeting the edge of your open sandals as you suck in a breath.

“That’s right,” you say quietly, eyes never leaving his warm colored irises.

“Well, you sure enchanted me, sweetheart,” he smiles, his eyes staring straight into yours as you feel warmth overwhelm all your senses.

You enchanted him.

You break his gaze and look down shyly, unable to say anything to that sentence except just to blush and turn around so he doesn’t see the ridiculous smile that’s covering your face. Turns out he enchanted you, too.

“Come here, I want to show you something else,” you say as you lead him over to the large white trellis walls where blackberry vines trail along the ladder. You fill your hands with the deep colored blackberries and tell Joel to follow your lead.

He looks at you with knitted eyebrows as you tell him to be quiet and watch his step. You take him to the edge of the woods where the trees are thick and tall, a sea of green sprawled out in front of you as you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, calling to the family of deer that usually greet you every evening.

“What are you doin’, darlin’?” he asks quietly as he leans up against the smooth bark of a tall cedar tree.

“Why don’t you take a look?” you smile as you nod your head in the direction of the woods. He straightens up as he watches the pack of deer walk cautiously out into the open as they gather around and greet you.

“Hey there, guys. You hungry?” you ask as you hold your hand out for them to come up to. They come all at once, their reddish-brown coats glistening in the sun as their long legs patter lightly against the green grass. Their wet noses kiss your skin as they eat the berries slowly out of the palm of your hand. You giggle as their wet noses tickle your skin.

Joel stares in wonder, his eyes focused on you as you laugh and smile as each of the deer take berries from your hand. He watches how happy you are as you reach out your open palm and stroke gently over their backs, amazed that wild deer allow you to touch them.

He watches how your eyes light up each time one of the females rub their head gently against the middle of your arm, watches the way you interact and speak to them as if they’re human themselves.

He’s smitten with your smile. That damn beautiful smile that takes the breath from his lungs. And God, he thinks he’s falling in love. He’s never seen someone quite like you before. You’re so soft, so gentle. Almost as if you’re a delicate rose yourself.

You catch him watching you with the daze of his warm eyes, a soft smile etching the corner of his mouth as he stares at you. It’s like he’s in a trance, and it makes you tingle with pure delight inside.

“Joel, come here,” you instruct as you nod your head and call him over.

“Oh, no I couldn’t,” he says timidly as he leans harder against the tree. You’re not letting him get off that easily.

“Joel, please. Just give me your hand.” You reach for him and take his hand in yours, leading him over carefully to the family of deer. He doesn’t pull his hand away, he just keeps his fingers tightly closed over yours.

“Here, wanna feed them?” you ask as you scatter some blackberries in his calloused hands. He slightly hesitates at first, but then he eases up as he holds his hand out and lets one of the females eat out of the palm of his hand. You watch him carefully as his face relaxes, his shoulders lowering as his hand lays flat with the berries inside them. Another deer comes over and starts grazing out of his hand, and you swear you see a little twinkle in his brown eyes.

“I think they like you,” you giggle, watching the way they crowd around him just like they do with you.

“I’ve never fed wild deer before. It’s… well, it’s…”

“Amazing.” You finish his sentence for him as he nods his head up and down.

“Exactly that,” he replies.

When the blackberries are gone, you gently take his hand in yours and reach his arm out, showing him how to pet them the right way so they’ll remember him and want to come back later. You keep your hand on top of his and guide it along the soft fur as one of the females lets you stroke the top of her head. You drop your hand from Joel’s and watch him still trail his hand up and down the deer’s side, seeing the way a soft smile spreads across his face.

“There you go. You’re a natural,” you beam as his honey eyes meet yours, sending a wave of bliss down your entire body.

He just shakes his head and chuckles out a deep laugh. “I swear, it’s like you’re Snow White. You’re really somethin’ special, aren’t ya?” he asks as his eyes sink into the pits of your soul.

Special. He thinks you’re special.

“Thank you for thinking that,” you giggle shyly. “I just know how to get in touch with nature. It’s one of my favorite places to be,” you say with a sing-song voice as you tilt your head and take in the splashes of warm sun against your skin.

Joel just watches dreamily as you close your eyes and take in the sun. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, knows just how special you are. He thinks he knew the moment he laid his eyes on you.

When all the deer have left, you give him a tour of your grand garden, telling him all about your favorite flowers and take him down to the edge of the stream as little minnows swim around the middle of the clear water. When you start to lead him back to the house, he starts up light conversation again.

“You really are an expert on nature, aren’t ya? Anything from flowers to planting herbs to animals. You’re really quite somethin’,” he says mesmerized as he stops on the edge of the porch and lingers his hand next to yours, grazing his thumb lightly against the back of your hand as you feel the sparks light up like a million fireworks going off at once. It’s warm, feels safe, makes you feel alive as you trail your pinky finger against his. You want to dance in the flames, let the orange sparks ignite your soul as they take you down to devour you whole.

“You think so?” you smile, watching his honey glazed eyes trail over yours.

“Mhm. Just like a little garden fairy,” he teases as he traces his calloused fingers down your jawline slowly. “Gonna have to teach me more, enchantress,” he whispers as his fingers drop from your jawline, your face burning with desire as you beg to be touched by him again.

Enchantress. The word echoes through your mind as his Southern drawl crashes through your ears. Enchantress, you repeat back to yourself. He’s so sweet, just like the honey that swims in his captivating eyes.

“I’d like that,” you swallow as nerves build in your chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens up a blank contact page on the lit up screen, handing it to you so you can type in your phone number. You take the phone from his hands and dance your fingers over the keyboard, putting a fairy emoji next to your name as you push save. You hand it back over to him as he slides it back into the pocket of his jeans.

The sun starts to set as colors of deep purple, bright orange, and dark pink paint the sky red as the sun slowly slips beneath the fluffy clouds. He rakes a hand through his tousled curls and nods your direction as he steps down the porch steps. You wish he’d stay for dinner, but you should probably let him get back home.

“It was nice meeting you, darlin’.” He says your name slowly as it drips off his tongue like sweet molasses, sending butterflies flitting through your stomach. “You gonna save some of that sweet tea for me next time?”

Next time. That means there will be a next time. Another day with Joel Miller sipping on your herbal tea as you teach him all about your favorite things. It sounds absolutely magical.

You smile gently at him and shake your head. “I’ll have a pitcher waiting for you,” you promise.

He chuckles as a smile splays against his gorgeous face, painting his eyes the color of hazelnut coffee. So fucking beautiful. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it.”

He turns and walks back to his Chevy truck, but before he makes it he turns around and gives you one more long, waning glance. His eyes full of admiration. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you whisper back to him, letting the soft wind carry your voice over to him. He gives you one more lingering smile and then walks away. You watch him start the engine and watch as the his headlights disappear through the trees, down the gravel road that’ll lead him back home.

You turn and slide down your porch, leaning your elbows against the edge of your lilac dress as you let out the longest sigh you’ve ever breathed out of your mouth. Oliver comes up and brushes up against your hip, meowing as he stares up at the lingering dirt in the air from Joel’s truck.

“Yeah, Oliver, I think I like this one, too,” you sigh, daydreaming about the next time you’ll see those dreamy brown eyes of his again.

Joel lays in his bed that night, twirling the lavender colored rose between his fingers, inhaling the scent of fresh gardens, sweet smelling flowers, and you. He’s already memorized your exact smell. You smell like rose petals, lilacs, and sweet tea. It’s intoxicating, a fragrance he can’t seem to get out of his head.

And your smile. God, that sweet smile you give him makes him a weak man. He could never say no to you as long as you fluttered those long, dark eyelashes up at him as you flash him that beautiful smile. The one that makes his heart swell in his chest. He can’t wait to see you again. Just the thought of him pulling you in his arms with that form fitting lilac sundress sends chills down his spine. Joel Miller is not one to fall easily, but for you it might be as easy as putting one foot in front of the other.

He places the soft purple rose on his mahogany bedside table and takes a picture as his camera flashes over the rose. He pulls up your name and attaches the picture with a cute little message.

Please, don’t mess this up, Joel. She’s too perfect.

Your phone chimes on your cream painted nightstand, and you roll over in your queen sized bed, taking the lilac sheets with you as you reach for your iPhone. You see a number you don’t recognize on the lit up screen and slide the lock open. Your heart jolts as soon as you see the picture of the lavender rose on his nightstand, the words take your breath away. It’s him, Joel.

Joel: Thanks again for the rose, little enchantress.

You melt as you read the text over and over and over again. Little enchantress. The nickname nearly makes you fall out of bed with how sweet it is. You text him back a couple minutes later.

You: You’re so very welcome. You’re always welcome to come get some more. My garden is always open.

You end the text with a smiley face and a rose emoji, setting your phone back on the nightstand after pushing send and then hug the silky purple pillow to your chest.

He kept the rose you gave him. He kept the rose. He was thinking about you just like you were thinking about him.

You turn again in your silky lilac sheets and inhale the soft vanilla candles that burn in the corner of your room. The gentle breeze of night slips through your cracked window and blows the sheer white curtains to the side. Shadows dance across your lilac covered walls, and it almost looks like two people slow dancing in the moonlight. You pretend it’s you and Joel, dancing under the moonlight as he pulls you close and grazes his lips against yours, pretend his hands envelop yours as his calloused fingers graze the edges of your face.

You turn back around and close your eyes, wishing for dreams of dark eyes and tousled curls. Joel, Joel Joel. You were all his, all for the taking. He just needed to come sweep you off your feet, and you’d be his. You already knew, he was the one you wanted, the one you’d been wishing for for your entire life. He was the one.

Joel was the one.

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[elodieunderglass]

Someone who doesn’t follow me was concerned with the fact that my posts about plantcraft may not be ideologically pure.

Here is my response, which is more effort than a random really deserves:

I don’t hate any plant! They are all “native” somewhere, they are all “useful” somewhere, they all have benefits and lessons to share with us. I love the grass in the grassy part of my own garden. There are six different seed types and they are beautiful. I love seeing little wild birds eat the seeds, and seeing the chickens and Guinea pigs eat the leaves. I love how public parks with grassed areas stand up to every insult humans throw at them, and then in fine weather people automatically come and sit on it. I love the human impulse in fine weather in a city to find a place with mowed grass and Sit Upon It With Friends. No other plant than turf grass could serve the public like that.

I think it’s possible to have a deep and meaningful relationship with any plant that strengthens your connection to nature. I would rather have “ordinary” people practice No Mow May in joy and interest, and journal their butterflies, than bully them out of having a lawn. I think a sustainable interest in sustainable gardening can grow more naturally from “ordinary” people gaining knowledge and connection than through the ranting and bullying of people who actually KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PLANTS.

I don’t think people should water lawns (except in fire risk.)

I don’t think any land should be terraformed. People should not have turf grass in Arizona (it’s frankly cruel to the plant, and takes far too many resources to maintain.) but equally people should not be trying to grow thirsty vegetable plants and flowers in Arizona. People should not be growing almonds in California. The first principle of plantcraft i preach is to work with the local geography in respect for the land. Terraforming a plant that needs a life support system is wrong, but not because the plant is malicious or evil or deserves hate. It’s simply the wrong choice for that land, and would be a fine choice on other land.

I don’t think American dads should have three acres of lawn. I don’t think Americans should have 3 acres. I think they should give the land back. I think if you have more land than your household can reasonably maintain and use, it should be a common. In most cases in Europe and America this will simply be a reversion to how land-in-excess was handled. Many proponents of sustainable living set five (productive) acres as the maximum for a private household to own. In fact, I don’t think anyone should privately own thousands of acres. No, not even those slightly mythical cutesy American family farmers.

I have many political stances that sound a bit bonkers and radical, but when you carve them back, they’re actually deeply informed by science, ecology, sustainability, indigenous activists, and good relationships.

Sometimes I feel that the internet isn’t ready to handle complex thoughts about ecosystems, and maybe that’s fine. Maybe people need to have very simple ideas like “Grass is Bad, Bees is Good” and it doesn’t really matter if, as a result of believing that, they kill lawns with roundup to be more eco-friendly and displace native pollinators with cute European honeybees. Because maybe simple is just that much easier to handle.

But I cannot explain how much I dislike viewing the natural world as a set of fandoms. In which there are organisms you’re supposed to support and plants you’re supposed to hate and people have to check the purity of your preferences. I just don’t think that the lenses of supremacy, power struggles and borders are useful ways to relate to the inhuman universe: they aren’t lenses that zoom in to deep truths, they’re mirrors that only show you reflections of your own thoughts.

I can only warn you that doing so leads you farther away from building relationships and connections with the natural world, and separates you from it, instead of leading you to your place in it.

[kirame90]

SniperSpy has a good talk

While it started awkwardly and was quickly going to south, Jonathan managed to turn it for the better. Accepting someone doesn't have to mean understanding them. You don't have to relate or know exactly how or why they're feeling the way they are. You can just acknowledge their wants and needs are different from yours. As long as they are happy and are not hurting their fellow citizens with their way of living, there is no excuse to judge them for who they are.

Another page of me trying to paint an image of how conservative parents SHOULD act around their LGBTQ+ children. You don't have to know exactly how they're thinking but the happiness of their children should ALWAYS come first. Sure, Jonathan may not be the prime example of how to talk or act in every situation, but he is trying. Mick's happiness is what matters most to him, not who he's in love with. Watch and learn, parents.

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[cr4yolaas]

I could write an imagine where reader likes viktor, but there's a thought that ""everytime I look at you, I feel my heart breaking, because I need you so desperately and you never realize."pleases

— inattentive . viktor x reader

synopsis . you’ve always adored your long-time friend, but he never seems to notice.

warnings . breakdown (??), crying, stress from school, hurt/comfort (emphasis on hurt), not proofread, i use italics too much

notes . i am so sorry this took so long for me to do 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 school and band have been stressing me out sm (ironic) this isnt my best work but ty for requesting!

friends since the beginning, you would call it. starting from your childhood in the undercity, to your positions at piltover’s academy, you and viktor were two peas in a pod. you can’t have one without the other!, people would say in reference to your long-time friendship.

you were happy with the mutual understanding and the tight-knit bond you shared with the man, of course you were. however, the nauseating feeling of your stomach bubbling up at the simple sight of his face, caramel eyes and chiseled bone structure and all, began to appear more and more and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

a friendly coffee date. that was all it was. some small talk over hard black coffee and freshly baked croissants.

“. . .so, i decided to consult you about what i should do next. what do you think?”

you paused for a moment to pull yourself back to the conversation and remember what he was saying. “well, for one, i think your idea is great. it’s unique, well-structured, and isn’t controversial whatsoever. i can’t say it’s flawless, though. maybe replace the energy system with something like. . . solar power? it’ll appeal to your audience more while being convenient for all users.” your eyes floated to his hands, thin and calloused, drifting across ivory paper with a pen in hand, jotting down what you had told him in quick notes. “other than that, it’s great — beyond that, even.”

viktor rested his pen down and lifted his head to smile softly at you while thanking you for your input.

that damn smile.

the same smile that held such a strong amount of youth in it, reminiscent of his teen years back in zaun where he would grin at you with shining teeth. “thank you,” he spoke genuinely. “and thank you for the meal. i’m glad i got to talk with you, even for just a moment.” his words fluttered around in your chest, your lungs contracting painfully as you watch him slowly pack his belongings up.

he was always thankful to chat with you, and he would always love to talk more. he consistently said those words every time you would ask to meet up, before disappearing again for days, or weeks, or months. your conversations would border between soft small talk shared idly or full-on rants about your projects or deep conversations either about yourselves or the world around you. each time you would talk, there was a spark of hope, a little desperation in hoping he would notice your growing infatuation with him and his passion. and every time, the little daffodils growing in your stomach would begin to wilt away as you caught on that he would be disappearing yet again, and you would start back at square one.

you weren’t sure if he was doing it intentionally (you hoped he wasn’t), but either way, it hurt knowing that you had little to no chance in getting to express yourself to him. small letters written at the crack of dawn and little gifts you collected over time began to pile up on your desk and in your trash as you slowly began to destroy yourself from the inside out over his inability to notice your affection. next time, i’ll tell him, you would assure yourself each and every time, only for the words to get stuck in your throat, their attempts to claw their way out of your mouth all for naught.

next time, maybe.

the next time didn’t come for a long time. your conversations were, once again, reduced to quick greetings in the halls or hasty waves across the street as you both ran to your destinations, eager to get to work — the very work that was killing you inside. you were strongly averse to due dates, as time management wasn’t exactly your greatest skill. this weakness would only bite back at you as the school year progressed.

it was only until he caught you at your lowest point that viktor could finally slow down and talk to you. eventually, the stress from both school and your aching heart would overspill, you knew that. and yet, your break point hit you like a truck, hard and unrelenting, akin to waves crashing against rocks.

viktor held you in his arms in silence while you cried and cried to, seemingly, no end. your clock read 2:03 in the morning, a sigh nearly escaping the man’s lips as he realized how late it was. he could have scolded you then and there for being so careless about your health, but that would have made him a hypocrite.

“talk to me whenever you’re ready,” he whispered to you. your chest hurt with how soft he was being towards you, his skin on yours making your face flush. he wouldn’t be able to tell with your tear-soaked face, anyways.

after several moments, your sobs reduced to sniffles and short breaths, your face numb from how long you’d been crying. “i don’t know- everything feels so much more . . . difficult out of nowhere, and i feel so unproductive. i wanna get out of this hole but it feels like i’m digging towards nothing. and-“ you cut yourself off a second too late before realizing who you were talking to. you bit back a groan as he pushed you to continue. “and you. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you make me hurt so bad while making me smile so much. it’s just- every time i look at you, it hurts, because i need you so bad but you’re never around to notice it. i hate it- not you, i hate this- this feeling of want that i know i can’t have.”viktor turned silent after that, a response you were dreading but expecting all the same. you could feel his fingers twitch as his arms slowly unwrapped themselves from your arms. perhaps your sudden confession would push him away. you would understand.

“oh, miláček,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, his tone tantalizingly soft and delicate. his pet name in his mother tongue didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i apologize for not being present. while your confession was . . . abrupt, to say the least, i cannot deny that i feel the same. i always thought you were out of reach, too great for the likes of me, so i . . . tried to separate myself just a bit more as to not get attached. i’m so sorry,” he muttered while holding your hands in his. your heart was beating rapidly, the sweat beginning to pool up everywhere. “i know it may not be the right time, but . . .” viktor leaned his face towards yours, desperately trying to hide his awkwardness behind confident eyes. “i hope you can accept my affection for you.”

your eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against yours, tiny tears running down your cheeks as he kissed you with a passion similar to what he poured into his work. you had gotten what you wanted, albeit a little out of place. you weren’t complaining, though.

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[crybabytoy59]

Holiday Break pt3.

As Dee did Johns make up Bee got the next few items at the ready, then joined her best friend….

”My my little one look at you the perfect princess baby girl”

Auntie Dee was putting the large false eyelashes on sissy, then added a few dots to each cheek…

”There we go Baby Lemon !..Now no looking or we will be Very angry with you missy !..Turn around and spread your legs wide for Auntie Bee !”

As John opened his legs he felt a soft hand on his swollen member ! But jumping in the stool his Auntie Dee had to hold him down !

“Bad girl keep still Auntie Dee did tell you she was going to take care of that nasty little thing missy !”

Bee had a beer cooler sleeve with a cloth over it now pushed over sissy’s cock ! As it began to shrink she lifted the cage a steel affair with holes around it, the dome head had little love hearts cut out that pink flesh was now being forced up out of the evil device !…

Sissy whimpered through the whole process but five minutes later her “Clittie” was locked away !

“Handies up baby lemon !”

Bee barked at him.. 

Aunti Dee lifted the sissy dress she had picked out, this was a clear pvc dress. Very short with cartoon characters around the hemline of Three acre wood !…

The neck collar had the same cartoon characters, the huge puffy sleeves were full length and Both girls were now fastening the   buttons on the cuffs over the mittens 

Next was the plug !

It looked like a black Christmas tree with little rubber spikes All over it ! 

“Now remember not a word sissy girl ! Got that ?”

John nodded as then bent him over kicking his legs out to the sides hard to a cry from him ! 

“Clever Baby Deep breath and hold !”

Bee barked…

She took her time inserting the pluggie her assumption was right slowly his passage opened and the first two sections slid in to panting as the next two entered she felt resistance…

“Just relax for me Baby lemon this is Going in All the way missy !”

Bee pumped it a few times then pushed hard to a huge scream !

“Stand up straight sissy !! Do it Now !!… look at your Auntie Dee and tell her Your sorry for being a Baby pantie stealing wee shit !”

Dee couldn’t believe it Johns heart felt apology over being a sissy thief was lisped out like a two year old…

She was about to talk when Bee Spanked the same red hand print for earlier !

Smack !

Tell Auntie Dee you’re a Bad Baby girl and need to be Punished !”

A second lisping rant came from sissy All the while looking at his beautiful Auntie !..

He was crying openly now … 

Dee was almost ready to have a climax there and then… but again the wicked feeling took over ! 

“O’trust me You fucking wee shit we Are going to Punish you way beyond anything that dirty little mind could ever think up ! Now ask Auntie Bee to gag you  !”

He turned to ask Auntie Bee to gag his lisping in the same Baby voice .. 

That’s when he caught a look at himself in the bedroom mirrors ! 

OMG he looked like a China dollie ! The dress was clear with cartoon characters adorning it ! … his head was bald but for a tuft at the top front of his head with a yellow bow tied in the wee tuft of hair !…

The last item Bee held up was a pair of beautiful frilly lined plastic pants ! These too were clear but for the frilly tummy and thigh cuffs…

As the two girls pulled them up his legs Bee took the lead snapping it back to the collar !

“From this moment on You will crawl everywhere like the Baby you are ! Get on all fours !”

Auntie Dee smacked his other thigh hard..

“Do as your told ..Bad girl it’s Punishment time for you !”…

John was literally Dragged down the hall to the dining room where he looked at everything set up ! …

“No missy those crocodile tears won’t save you am afraid You’re going to be Punished severely until you learn to do What You Are Told When You’re TOLD !”

… 

Bee patted the leather cover over the table !

“Up you get face down over the end of the table and stead your leggies Wide off the floor !”

As sissy did they set about strapping her down Very Tightly ! 

Until sissy could No longer move only her head was free !… 

“Now Auntie Dee let’s get started …would you like to spank her? then we can work our way through the punishment Toys !”

Dee stood to his side raised her hand and let loose raining blow after blow on sissies rear ! ..

John did Not take it well he squealed and screamed the whole spanking !…

But as Dee stepped aside Bee swung a huge black belt to a loud Crack !…

Sissy shook his headie violently…

“Hold her headie Auntie Dee that simply is not allowed, she is trying to take away from her punishment !”

Dee got up on the table kneeling pulled up sissy’s head wedged it between her thighs tightly as Bee raised the belt !

Thwack ! … Dee felt the shuddering from sissy along with the squealing but she cared not an ounce she had a want of her own !..

“O’yeah Auntie Bee punish the little shit Hard (Thwack !) Yes she stole my lovelies my best silk knickers ! Little Baby brat !!..belt her Harder Auntie Bee !”…

Bee was Grinning ear to ear her best friend was in fact a natural Dom ! ..

This was going to be a fantastic evening of teaching her best friend the ropes in more ways than one !!!…

[the-cloud-code]

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Fluttershy is kind... to animals. But not much else. (aka Fluttershy is the worst, rant post)

1. Dragonshy episode - "But you're bigger than she is" so violence is okay? This was pointed out by YouTuber "Hoomanity T.V." when Fluttershy defends Rainbow Dash (who spent the whole episode trash-talking Fluttershy btw) from her actions against the dragon. This episode could've been resolved better, and my 30something work buddy agrees. (I got her to start watching season 1)

2. Phoenix episode - why would anyone, in their right mind, steal someone else's pet? Even if you had the best intentions, I would prolly lose my head if someone stole my furbaby. It doesn't even matter if you think you can heal said pet. In the first place, Fluttershy didn't even know what Celestia's pet was, let alone what was ailing her. It would've been more interesting if it was a pet-death situation, and my nephew thinks so too.

3. Bats episode - Tiktok videos like the one above have started to analyze the episode and have concluded that Fluttershy was really selfish that episode. It would've been fine if the apple trees were only like a hobby, but Applejack and her family literally depend on those trees for food and income. Not just that, but the Acres is a pretty large food provider for ponies. Fluttershy asking them to let the bats mooch off of the Apples is not a good way to teach kids about compromise. I know some smartass Gen Alpha kids that asked me "How long Applejack's gotta wait for those apples to grow back? Is Granny Smith gonna starve to death?" and boy did I realize why the kids I babysit would never like MLP.

4. Kirin Episode - Fluttershy did not wanna listen to Autumn's opinion because apparently having a voice and using it could hurt the forest. As Autumn Blaze said, "Rainbows can't light up the sky unless you let it rain," but Fluttershy doesn't care about that. Because Fluttershy believes there's only 1 correct way, and that's her way.

5. FlutterCord - My niece, nephew and bestie teamed up to tell me that I should never be in a relationship with someone like Fluttershy who likes to imply "Do this for me or else I..." she's dangling the proverbial carrot in Discord's face. AND HE LETS HER. Because he's so desperate for love.

Now I know not everyone is gonna agree with this post, but let's keep it civil, please do not reblog or comment so a fight does not break out. This rant post is only my opinion, and analysis based on videos made by content creators.

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