#but now it’s going to be bleached or fucking blueberry for the next year and a half

[sarrie]

Tagged by @ohbutwheresyourheart! Last song: Wild Horses - Bishop Briggs

Favorite color: I was the red-coded kid all my life lmao and that's still true! But I also love purple, and very specific shades of green, like Phthalo green and seafoam. Phthalo green looks so good with copper/brass I am definitely not planning our future kitchen with these colors in mind.

Last movie / Tv show: okAY SO LIKE. We don't really watch tv series so much - we don't have cable so we mostly watch like. a handful of youtubers we enjoy. That being said!! The last movie I watched was Fargo a few weeks ago, because I remember my mom loving it and finding it so funny (and fucked up) because we lived in Wisconsin for several years and The Accent (tm). As for TV show I dunno if it counts but I watched five himbos watch Attack on Titan on youtube (Studio Gek) because I remembered that series and while I Do Not want to support it in any way, I was curious how it ended/the plot.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Why would you pit three bad bitches against each other like this. I GUESS Sweet, because I would gnaw through drywall to acquire, like, ice cream. Or cakes. Story time: growing up I wasn't allowed to have candies because my parents were so worried about my teeth, so I was ONLY allowed to have chocolate. And my parents never really were into cooking/baking and fruit didn't make it into my diet a lot as a kid (too poor in areas where fruit was VERY seasonal, or was very expensive bc import) and I am now discovering the joys of fruit + sweets. Y'all i love blueberries so fucking much?? lmao. I will say I do love spicy food as well, though. And savory. But like. As a pasty ass redhead I got teased in Colorado a lot for not having a spice tolerance so I decided Fuck That and consumed so much spicy food lmaoooo.

Relationship status: In a relationship for six years. Also mentally rotating several blorbos.

Last thing I googled: 'Chipotle' and I haven't the slightest idea why. OH I was trying to sign into my rewards account lmAO. Before that it was 'Celiacs Diet' because I am waiting on bloodwork to tell me if I have celiacs lmao. (I also have a ton of auto immune symptoms that we're trying to pinpoint and I'm like it's this or lupus or something.)

Current obsession: Y'all I am DEEP. into Undertale right now. Which is hilarious to me. Nothing like rolling up almost ten years late to a fandom. Specifically I am obsessed with Gaster - a character that may or may not exist and is pretty much 100% fandom speculation at this point. Next to that I'm always on some Devil May Cry shit.

Last book: Going to be complETELY HONEST with you here and admit very lamely that it's been a minute since I've read and actual physical book and not, y'know, fanfiction. I do have a list of things I want to read, including my copy of Gideon the Ninth that is sitting on the coffee table. I think I'm afraid to commit because I know I'm going to read it in one sitting and order the rest immediately after. The last book I really remember sitting down and reading (that isn't reptile medical journals) is probably Not Even Bones by Rebecca Schaeffer. I saw the webtoon advertised a lot, read it, became obsessed, and devoured both books 1 and 2 from Market of Monsters.

Looking forward to: Y'all I have no idea lmao. I really want to try and bleach my hair platinum. We finally got a clutch of ball python eggs on the ground, which is exciting, and we're going to maybe try and buy a house? Hopefully?? Maybe??? Also I am tagging @faridahmalik and @stephanweaverofworlds and @kebbige if any of you would like. No pressure! :)

[wreckofawriter]

Just Checking

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Word Count: 2,219

Warnings: None

Request: Hey! I just read some of your work and you're brilliant! Can I get a 2 and a 23 paired with Fred Weasley? You write him so wonderfully

2: "Hey... what's wrong with your face?"

23: "I cant belive I'm about to tell you this."

A/n: Holy shit this is late. I'm so sorry. I was with family all week and had no time to write. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!❤

You picked your head up from your book as you heard a whooping cheer come from the head of the room. You were greeted by the sight of identical redhead who bounced into the room with excitement. 

Your eyes instinctively rolled as you saw the older twin wink at you. 

"It's not going to work." A young Gryffindor girl named Hermione Granger said in a sing songy voice.

"Oh yeah?" George asked.

"And why's that Granger?" Fred finished.

"You see this?" She gestured toward the growing ring on the floor, "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." 

"So?" Fred asked.

Hermione and you both huffed in unison, they were incompetent.

"So, someone that brilliant won't be fooled by something as pathetically dim witted as an aging potion." She scoffed.

"Ah but that's why it's so brilliant." Fred chuckled.

"Because it's so pathetically dim witted." George finished.

"Are you truly that stupid Weasley?" You asked, raising both eyebrows at the boys.

"Probably." Fred shrugged. Before they both straightened up, shaking their bottles. "But if you're so sure it won't work y/l/n you wouldn't mind going on a date if it did." He teased.

"Sure." You shrugged so sure of Dumbledore's ability you would have bet your life on it.

"Alright then it's a deal." Fred winked again, you rolled your eyes again. "And no backing out when I win." 

"If you win." You corrected.

"Ready Fred?" They younger asked.

"Ready George." The older responded.

"Bottoms up!" They said in unison as they crossed their arms and downed their bottles.

Then together they lept from where they were standing into the age circle. To your horror, it allowed them in, you felt your heart begins to pick up speed as Fred smirked at you, cheers erupting from those around you.

"Proves nothing." You scoffed.

"But we got into the impossible age line." George pointed out.

"I'm thinking this weekend at hogsmeade," Fred joked as he danced around the goblet adding his name at the same time as his brother, "We could go to the three broomsticks then Honeydukes. What do you think?" He asked turning toward you. Just then the two boys were thrown from the circle in a flash of blue. Everyone around you gasped. You on the other hand giggled. 

After a few seconds you walked towards the heaps on the ground still laughing.

"I think that would be terrible." You smirked. Fred then looked up at you and laughter erupted from your lips, "Hey ...what's wrong with your face?" You giggled uncontrollably. 

Fred raised his white bushy eyebrows at you and you fell to the floor in a fresh wave of laughter, this went way better than you thought it would.

"Fred?" George asked from beside him. The twins locked eyes shocked expressions taking over their faces.

"This is your fault!" Fred gasped growing red.

"My fault!" George gasped, "How is this my fault?" 

You stood up smirked once again waving at the old men in front of you, before turning and leaving the scene, green robes billowing behind you.

"I'm gonna kill you George!" Fred shouted leaping on his brother after watching your reatreting form.

"He's staring again." Adrian whispered into your ear. 

"What's new?" You grumbled rolling your eyes. It wasn't like you needed Adrian to tell you about the staring, you could feel Freds eyes boring holes into the back of your head. 

Adrian chuckled and let his eyes wander to the front of the class. You tried to do the same but the thought of Fred's deep brown eyes being locked on you made focusing an impossible dream. 

You whipped your head around immediately meeting his eyes. You glared at him and he winked back. On a reflex you rolled your eyes and turned your head back to the front of the class. 

Fred had been like this since second year, the stares, the winks, the jokes, the flirting. It never ended. You had simply become accustomed to it. You remembered when it first happened. He had flirted with you in Snape's class, after he was separated from George he was forced upon you and you had been so flustered as a 12 year old girl who had never been flirted with before that you split all of the  potion you were making. And since then he had always been there, annoying you, making you blush, embarrassing you. You had simply become accustomed to Fred.

Once Flitwick dismissed you, you and Adrian left the classroom and headed toward potions. Personally you loved potions you knew that many people hated it because of Snape, but hell, he loved you, you were one of his top students. So when you entered the dungeons you couldn't help but feel a bit more peppy. 

"I wonder what we are going to be studying today." You gasped excitedly, "I hope its poisons!"

Adrian laughed, "You are so weird y/l/n." 

"Thanks." You smirked before entering the classroom and taking your seat. You glanced at the board and felt excitement once again rise in your throat. 

In Snape's signature handwriting could be read one word. Amortentia. You tapped your feet on the floor excited for the lesson ahead of you. 

After a few more minutes the classroom had filled up, well at first you thought it did, but at the same time, it seemed incredibly empty. Why was that?

You brushed of the feeling and focused back on the board. 

"Does anyone know the effects of this potion?" Snape drawled.

Your hand shot in the air.

"Ms. Y/l/n?" 

"Amortentia is the world's strongest know love potion. When given to a person it makes you fall into a desperate infatuation with that whom presented it. When smelling Amortentia you smell that which you love" you finished taking in a breath.

"Very good Ms. Y/l/n, 15 points to Slytherin." 

You smiled and then was once again overwhelmed with that empty feeling. Something was missing. Once again you brushed it off. 

"Now as Ms. Y/l/n said when you smell Amortentia you smell what you love. So I have some and I would like you to take notes on what you smell." Snape snapped, seeming very uncomfortable happy as usual.

He waved his wand and a small cauldron drifted to each desk. You could smell the most beautiful concoction of things the second it reached your table. You inhaled deep trying to place the smells.

You smelt fresh rain on grass. You smelt blueberry pancakes, bleach from a chlorinated pool and, what was that smell? 

It was sweet with a bit of smoky to it, like candy and gunpowder mixed, you inhaled more deeply trying desperately to place the smell but you were helpless. 

Just then there was a loud bang from the front of the classroom. Your head whipped upwards to see two red headed twins speaking to Snape. They seemed to be laughing, Snape was quite unamused.

They headed to there seats being followed by "45 points from Gryffindor!" 

When they passed you Fred through you a wink. They then took the desk behind you and you focused back on that smell. What was it? 

Just as you were getting back into your thoughts you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to be met with those deep brown eyes. 

"Yes Fred?" You asked impatiently.

"So, y/n I was wondering if you would do me the pleasure of accompanying me to the ball in a few weeks?" He smirked, his messy red hair falling into his face. 

You rolled your eyes, "Try fixing your hair next time Weasley." You said as you brushed his hair out of his face.

Fred flashed red from the contract but gained his composure quite quickly, "Oh, but I'm sure you would love to see my hair messy every morning." 

You scoffed and inhaled sharply, on that inhale you got a strong whiff of that smell again, stronger than before. But you were facing away from the Amortentia? Then it hit you like a bus. 

You were smelling Fred in the potion resting on your desk. Your face was bathed in crimson as you look back up at the boy. Your breathing had become shallow and your eyes were panicked.

Unsure of what to do you simply snatched your stuff off of your desk and sprinted for the door. 

You could hear your name being called by various voices behind you but you didn't care. You kept sprinting until you were completely out of breath. You then walked to the side of the corridor and slid to the floor.

What the hell was happening? Why did you smell Fred? You didn't love Fred! He was the annoying git you had to deal with since you got boobs in 2nd year, he was just the guy who wouldn't stop flirting with you, and embarrassing you. He was just Fred.

Fred. Fred and his stupidly soft red hair and his idiotic deep brown eyes. Fred with his ridiculous jokes and his imbecile smile that made his eyes sparkle. Fred who's absence made rooms seem empty, Fred who made you smile everyday. Fred who told that Gryffindor to fuck off in third year and punched that Ravenclaw in fifth because they were messing with you. Fred who you secretly missed every summer. Fred who was always there. Fred who you always wanted there. Fred who you were in love with.

You buried your head in your hands and drew your knees to your chest. This couldn't be happening. What if your parents found out you were in love with a Weasley, a blood traitor. They would kill him and disown you! You began to panic again, your heart speeding in your chest you could feel you head pounding and your breath coming in short gasps.

"Oh thank god." You heard looking up.

Your eyes were greeted by a tall slim figure you recognized instantly.

"Oh Merlin y/n are you alright?" Fred asked dropping to his knees in front of you. 

Your breathing picked up speed and you began to stand up. 

"Woah woah woah woah!" Fred gasped putting his large hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. "I'm not going to hurt you alright?" His eyes were soft, his pink lips pulled into a concerned frown. "I'd never hurt you." He whispered 

"Just slow your breathing down for me alright?" He asked raising his eyebrows, "In and out nice and slow, in and out." 

As he talked to you you closed your eyes and followed his instructions. After a few minutes your breathing was normal and you opened your eyes again. 

You were almost taken aback by the sight. There Fred was his smooth red hair hanging on his face, his deep brown eyes sparkling in the faint candlelight that bounced of the dungeon walls, his lips looked deliciously soft a small smile playing on them. 

"You okay?" He asked 

You nodded slowly trying not to stare at those lips.

"I just want to say, I was just making a joke, I didn't mean anything by it. It's not like I'm go-" 

"I didn't leave because of your stupid joke." You chuckled.

"Oh." Fred looked surprised, he leaned back into a sitting position loosely hanging his arms around his knees. 

"Yeah." You murmured looking down at the stone floor.

"Why did you leave then?" He questioned.

You huffed, "Well um." You paused, "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this." You squeezed your eyes shut pursuing your lips before opening them and saying, "I smelled you in my Amortentia potion and it wasn't until you got close to me when I realized." 

You opened your eyes slowly. Fred's mouth was hanging open and his eyes were the size of golfballs. 

"A-are you serious?" He stammered.

You once again nodded slowly. 

"You love me?" He all but whispered.

You bit your lip and nodded again even more hesitant.

Fred just sat there. He shook his head in confusion and exhaled loudly. 

"Please don't freak out." You begged. "Because I'm already freaking out and if you freak out I don't think I'm going to be okay. I mean if my parents find out I'm in love with a Weasley they will probably disown me or something and-" 

"Hey." Fred placed his arms on your shoulders again, "You are going to be alright, I promise." His lips were parted in a wide smile, his white teeth flashed brilliantly. 

You took a deep breath in and then let it out, "Okay." 

"Now can I kiss you?" Fred asked blushing a bit. 

"Please." You begged. With that his lips were on yours. His hands moved from your shoulders to your waist as yours found his hair. He pulled you close as he could closing all the space between you. 

You felt his tongue graze your lip and you opened your mouth as you tugged on his hair lightly. 

Eventually you broke away gasping for air from swollen lips. Removing you hands from his hair and placing them around his neck. 

"Hey y/n/n?" Fred smirked.

"Yes Fred?" You inquired.

"Would you go to the ball with me?" He smiled.

"Of course idiot." You giggled.

"Just checking." 

Masterlist

#harry potter imagines #harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter au #draco malfoy #imagine #jk rowling #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #harry potter imagine #sirius black imagines #fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagines #fred x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley x you #fred x oc #fred x you #fred weasley deserved better #george weasley x oc #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george wealsey x reader #george weasley

[mush-dooms]

bittersweet

A Romoine Coffee Shop AU  • • •  AO3

My first attempt at anything resembling an actual fic, I do hope you enjoy! and that I haven’t made too many typos. I don’t really proofread lol.

Hermione had been working at the cafe for a few months now. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but when Minerva had asked her to join the staff she couldn’t say no. She had been coming for years, browsing the meticulously sorted shelves with a mug of hot chocolate in hand before settling down at a corner table to start the day’s homework. She knew the menu by heart, and she had the regulars’ orders written on a chart taped to the counter by the espresso machine. 

Hermione tied her apron around her waist, quickly punching in to start her shift. 

“Hi, er, I’m Ronald. I mean, Ron. Ron Weasley.” She nearly lept out of her skin at the lanky redhead standing right behind her. 

“Hermione,” she snapped, annoyed at herself for jumping. “You’ve got a bit of dirt on your nose.” She couldn’t help but notice how blue his eyes were.

“Oh...I’ll just, um, grab my apron then,” Ron’s face turned almost as red as his hair as he shuffled around, wiping at the side of his nose.

That day, the new boy managed to spill milk all over the floor, mess up an espresso (how he managed that, Hermione wasn’t sure), wedge the cash register closed, and burn his hand with hot coffee. He claimed he “got distracted,” which Hermione thought was a load of baloney. What could have possibly distracted him in a coffee shop? What an idiot. He seemed kind though, always trying to make the customers laugh, and that smile--no. No. She was not attracted to idiot dirty-nose boy. She shook her head and returned to scrubbing the counter with new vigor. 

. . .

“That’s NOT what I ordered,” a middle-aged woman with bleached yellow hair glared at Hermione, tapping her foot impatiently. “I asked specifically for an iced coffee, not whatever this cold brew nonsense is,” she scoffed. 

“Cold brew is coffee that was prepared in a cold environment and then we add ice. Iced coffee is hot coffee that has ice added to it,” Hermione’s patience was wearing thin. All morning it been one angry customer after another. “They’re essentially the same thing, but we only carry cold brew.”

“I don’t care what the difference is, I want an iced coffee or I want my money back!” the woman’s face was beginning to go an alarming shade of purple. “The customer service at this place is unreal. Where is your manager, let me speak to the manager RIGHT NOW,” the woman gestured wildly, searching for the mythical manager that would solve all of her problems. 

Hermione put on her best customer service smile. “She’s in the back, I’ll be just a moment.”

“Unbelievable. That’s what happens when you hire people of her kind. Better off staying in their own country if you ask me,” the woman muttered to her husband just loudly enough to ensure Hermione heard. 

She made it as far as the freezer room before collapsing to the ground in heaving sobs. God, why were people like this! It would have been fine if the coffee had been the only problem, but then she had to go and make it personal. She couldn’t help the way she looked, couldn’t hide the cloud of kinky curls on her head or her skin that matched the color of the coffee beans. They took one look and they judged, they hated, and there was nothing she could do. She was utterly powerless.

Hermione heard two soft taps at the door and a freckle-faced boy peered around the corner. “Hey, I heard what happened. You okay?” She stifled a sob in response. “That lady had the attitude of a grizzly bear,” Ron said, sliding onto the floor next to her and passing her a napkin. “And not the cute fluffy ones, more like the ones that rip your face off and leave you for the birds.” 

“That’s disgusting,” Hermione sniffled.

“Sure would be a shame if someone sweetened her dumbass iced coffee with a shit ton of artificial sweeteners known for making you, well, shit yourself,” he turned to look at her and gave her a smug smile. “No pun intended.”

“You could get fired for that, you know.” Sniff

“Yeah well, she deserved it after what she said to you. Fucking racist.”

“You-- sniff-- you heard that?”

“Course I heard that. Nearly took her bloody head off, too, but I had to settle for mild poisoning.”

“You didn’t have to do that, I can handle it.” Sniff.  “It’s not like that was the first time I’ve heard it.” Sniff. “I’m handling it.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, handing her another napkin. “And besides, I couldn’t let her just walk out the door.” Ron began tearing the remaining napkin to angry shreds. “Someone had to teach that bitch a lesson.” He hesitated.

“I know it’s not the same by any means, but growing up my family didn’t exactly have a lot of money.” Now out of napkins, Ron picked up a discarded straw and began bending it around his fingers. “And kids are mean, you know? Took one look at my torn jeans and worn hoodie and they may as well have taken me out with the rubbish.” He turned his attention away from the straw. God, his eyes were so blue. “No one deserves to feel less than human, especially not in the way that bitch wanted. So yeah, I did have to do that.”

He slowly got up from the freezer floor, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’m going back out there before I freeze my ass off. You just had to pick the bloody freezer.” Hermione cracked a tiny smile and wiped the last of the tears from her face. Maybe this Ron guy wasn’t so bad after all.

. . .

The line of customers waiting at the pickup station was quickly approaching critical levels. She hadn’t worked with the new guy since the day of the freezer, and it was Ron’s first day working the drink station instead of the register. It was not going well. Poor guy couldn’t tell a latte from a cappuccino. 

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh FUCK!” Hermione heard a loud crunch and whipped around to find a wide-eyed Ron frantically trying to stop the flow of ice cubes spilling from the dispenser. His jammed his hands underneath the mouth of the machine and ice filled them almost instantly. “Shishitshitshitshit!” he muttered as he dumped the handfuls of collected ice on the floor in favor of violently pumping the machine lever. A small icy mountain was beginning to form around his feet.

“Uh, I’ll be right back,” Hermione hoped the elderly man in the middle of ordering his breakfast wasn’t a yeller. “It’ll be just a second.” She hurried over to where Ron was now watching helplessly as ice continued to pour from the machine. 

“Sometimes it just--” she pushed the lever up into the machine wiggled it around. “--slips out of place.” Hermione heard a soft click as the lever fell back into place. A few stray cubes plinked onto the ice mountain.”Should be good now.” Ron’s ears had gone very pink. “It happened to me on my first day, too. All cool.” Hermione kicked herself silently. “All cool.” Idiot.

“You should probably go get that,” he uttered sheepishly, wiping his sopping hands on his apron. He nodded towards the counter where the old man still waited. Ron’s face still matched nicely with his hair.

Later as Hermione headed to hang her apron in the breakroom, she found Ron about to clock out. “Hey, I realize I didn’t thank you earlier. You’re a real lifesaver,” Ron said, the tips of his ears going pink again. “Thought for sure that guy was gonna let me have it if he didn’t get his frappa-mocha-shit me-chino in the next twelve seconds.”

“No problem. I wasn’t gonna let you drown in ice cubes, would have been far too much work to clean up.”

He snorted and headed towards the door. “Good to know I mean so much to you.”

. . . 

They talked more often after that, about uni and life back home and bad impressions of rude customers. Minerva told them they “bickered like an old couple,” but talking to him was just so...easy. It felt right. They understood each other, somehow, despite being so different. She learned he was in his second year, still undecided, but he knew he wanted to work with people and maybe start his own shop. He had a large family (six siblings!), and his mother apparently made the best blueberry muffins in the world. She told him about wanting to go to medical school (“No wonder you’ve always got your nose in a book.”) and how she didn’t speak to her family much but she hopes that they’re doing okay.

Ron was completely obsessed with football. He watched every match with his phone snuck out on the counter. Before Ron, the most Hermione knew about football was that you had to kick the ball in the goal. She still didn’t care for the sport, but Ron looked so happy when he talked about it. When he asked her what on earth she does if she doesn’t care for sports, she told him about her favorite books. He didn’t seem very interested, but a few days later she saw him putting Pride and Prejudice back into his backpack. She couldn’t help but smile.

. . .

“I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Hermione nearly dropped the mug she was placing in the cupboard. “It reminds me of when I first met my wife,” Minerva continued rubbing down the counter, and if she noticed Hermione’s reaction she hid it well. “People like that don’t come along very often.” Minerva finished tidying and headed towards the kitchen, “Don’t let him slip away.”

. . .

“Try this one, will ya?” Ron handed Hermione a steaming mug of something topped with an ungodly amount of whipped cream and drank from his own, equally whipped-creamed mug.

Hermione took a sip and swore she could feel entire grains of sugar on her teeth. “Do you always insist on mutilating your coffee like this?”

“Listen, that bean-y shit tastes like burnt soil,” he said, whipped cream perched on the tip of his nose. “If I wanted to eat dirt I’d lick Professor Snape’s hair.”

Hermione snorted. The cafe had been exceptionally slow today-- only a handful of regulars came in-- which usually would have prompted her to pull out her laptop and reorganize her lecture notes. She had tried, actually. Ron shot her with the sink spray nozzle as soon as he saw her try to escape. Asshole. 

“Try mine then, and if you think it tastes like burnt soil I’ll buy you lunch.” She inhaled the scent of the mug next to her, breathing in the warm smell of cinnamon and cloves and coffee beans. “Here.”

“See, now I definitely won’t like it because I know you’ll buy me lunch,” he said, taking the mug from her. He sniffed and his nose scrunched up. “What’d you put in here, my mum’s scented candle collection?”

“Shut up and drink it.”

He took a sip. His face gave away nothing. “Well? What do you think?”

Ron shrugged. “All in all, could be worse, though it is missing a little something.”

She gave him a look. “And what could that possibly be, Ronald?” Hermione had hardly finished speaking and when Ron emptied half a can of whipped cream on top of his mug. 

“Perfect. Now, what was that you said about lunch?”

“Ron, I am not buying you lunch after you just admitted that you would skew your reply given the incentive of free food.”

“Okay, so you’re a liar and a terrible barista. I see.”

“Am not! You just have the taste buds of a four-year-old and the morals of a snake!”

“Hey! Don’t come for my taste buds! You’ve gone too far with that one!”

Ron whipped around and grabbed a full can of whipped cream. Before Hermione had time to react, he aimed it straight at her face and pushed the trigger. 

“RONALD! HOW DARE YOU!” Whipped cream slopped down her face into her gaping mouth, flooding it with sickening sweetness.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit, this was a mistake wasn’t it,” Ron backed away slowly, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

Hermione turned, her eyes lowered. Damn that boy. Now concerned, Ron lowered his weapon and moved toward her. “You good, ‘Mione? I was just playing, I didn’t mean any--”

“YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT ONE, RONALD!” Hermione whirled, grabbing another can of cream and dousing Ron’s chest. 

“FUCK!” Ron laughed and jumped backwards to avoid the stream, only managing to cover his arms in the sugar. “Damn it, I should have known, did Ginny teach me nothing?” He retaliated with a squirt to her legs that missed and plopped to the floor.

Hermione was laughing now, all pretense of hurt gone as she hit him squarely in the face with a fat glob of cream. She squealed and dodged as he covered her hair in sugary clouds. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” Hermione lunged towards him and her feet slipped from beneath her. Ron’s hand shot out and grasped her arm to steady her, and suddenly she found their faces mere inches apart. Whipped cream covered his nose and jawline, a few stray puffs standing out against his red hair. His deep blue eyes met hers and he held her gaze, his other arm reaching around her waist. She could count the freckles on his cheekbones. They reminded her of tiny stars. Time slowed down as his lips met hers, the taste of whipped cream and coffee melting onto her tongue. They slowly pulled apart, Ron’s arm still around her waist, unable to hide his smile. She looked into his deep blue eyes,

“What was that you said about lunch?

#hp #romoine #Hermione Granger #Ron Weasley #coffee shop au #bittersweet #hp fic

[this-lioness]

Weekend Review

Long, boring and mundane, as usual, but I find it relaxing.

The last two grocery orders for my Mom were only about 1/3 to 1/2 full, and I knew that wasn’t going to hold her very long.  Food is readily available in the stores, it’s just that the stores are no longer doing substitutions for out-of-stock items, so if there are six versions of a given item available online you have to hope that the one you pick is one they have in stock, otherwise you’re not getting anything at all.  Your only choice is to keep ordering and ordering and ordering or physically go into the store.  Ugh.

There’s a Grocery Outlet up the street from us, and we decided Friday afternoon would probably be less crowded than a Saturday morning, and took our chances going out.  We wore masks and gloves, to be safe, and I left most everything home -- purse, glasses, phone.  I didn’t want to have to decontaminate more than I absolutely had to.

It went pretty smoothly, all things considered.  We have a full decontamination area in the pantry now: drop cloth on the floor, rolling rack with a bleach-water solution, washable wipes, clean grocery bags and gloves.  So we bring everything in through the back gate, I spray everything down with bleach (or SimpleGreen, if we’re worried about bleach getting on it) in the pantry, let it sit, then Marc wipes it dry and transfers it either to our own cabinets or into clean bags for my Mom.  Produce gets transferred directly to the sink where it’s washed with warm, soapy water and then dried.

Is it enough?  I don’t know.  It’s certainly a whole process, which makes me feel like we’re doing some amount of good, but I suppose you can’t really know for sure right now.

Saturday morning we had our breakfast biscuit sandwiches and coffee, then packed up (what we thought was) all my Mom’s groceries and drove them over.  En route she texted me to ask for Splenda (*sigh*) and a flashlight, because Jim uses a flashlight to navigate to the bathroom at night.  By then it was too late, but it turns out we’d forgotten all her frozen items anyway, so I told her I’d bring it the next day.

Dropped everything off with her and then went to Lowes to pick up garden soil and some drainage rock.  It was still cold and cloudy out, but warm enough that we got a good hour or so of work done in the back yard -- mostly cleaning up the winter muck.

A few months ago we bought a stack of old icing buckets from a baker ($1 each!) and Marc drilled holes in the bottom and layered them with rock and soil.  He also dug up one of the original three blackberry beds which we decided to retire.  I’d planned to just toss the canes, but they were already greening up so nicely that he took the chance they could be salvaged and transferred them to three new planters.  To my surprise they don’t seem shocked at all, so we may be able to keep them going in a better location!

Marc is debating what to do with the retired bed, but we’ll probably use it to dry firewood or store things off-season.

I went over the blackberry bushes and cut off all the old winter growth and one or two dead canes.  They’re greening up beautifully, and one of them has thrown FIVE NEW CANES, two of which have sprouted in the little gap between beds.  Complete assholes.  I rocked off the gap so it is now unofficially our new third berry bed, and gave it a stern talking-to about behaving itself from now on.  I swear to God those canes grew more since just yesterday.

The raspberries are greening up, but not so vigorously.  I need the time to get them back in order, frankly -- we have to completely redo the training wire.  There’s fucking thistle everywhere, I want to scream.  The harder you try to get rid of the stuff the more aggressively it spreads.

Blueberries are greening up as well.  I acidified the soil as best I could, but we’re giving them just this year to prove themselves.  If they can’t grow berries I can’t spare the garden space, and frankly it’s just too much work trying to acidify their beds.  The blackberries and raspberries would literally kill their mother to take over that space, and I’d love to try some gooseberries or something else new and different.

I pulled last year’s baby maples from their winter bed and gave them a once-over.  They’ve got tiny little buds on them, it looks like they all made it -- a good five or six at least!  I’ve got them in the sun now, anyway, to see if we can coax them fully back to life.

After choring I cleaned litter boxes, showered, then came downstairs and completely tore the pantry apart -- mud room, cabinet pantry, and the two sides of the kitchen island where we normally keep canned goods.

We normally keep a very well-stocked pantry, but I wanted a better idea of everything we had, and it was starting to get cluttered in a way that made it hard to get everything.  I spent a good few hours -- and Marc even got into it, and was a huge help -- taking everything out, combining items, moving some bulk goods to air-tight containers, and then sorting it all back new spots.

I had a bunch on hand that was more than we needed, and offered to bring it to my Mom with her frozen stuff.  In exchange she offered us some polenta and a few frozen items that neither she nor Jim would eat.  Good trade.

I’ve run past Marc the idea of organizing his tool chest as well, which is currently a six-foot-tall column of absolute madness that I have to avert my eyes from, but it seems like that’s going to wait until tomorrow.  Ah well.

Had tacos, watched Onward (I wasn’t expecting much but I actually really liked it), played some Animal Crossing and went to bed.  Good day.

This morning Marc made chocolate chip waffles and then we popped back out again.  The plan was just to drop the groceries off at my Mom’s, but we managed to get a few other things done: brought over the old tiered planter so she can use it for herbs and annuals, and set up the frame for a raised garden bed so she can grow some veggies (with my help, no doubt).  Later this week I’ll go over and lay down some weed blocker for her and fill it with soil.  I’ve got more than enough broccoli sprouts to spare and I’m sure the same will be true with the peppers, so she’ll have that if nothing else.

Afterwards we hit Lowes again, picking up a few more bags of top soil, bird seed, and more buckets.

Today was absolutely beautiful, cloudy on-and-off but warm and good for gardening.  We did a bang up job!

Marc gathered all the old wood paneling and other crap that’s been accumulating and got it into one spot so we can call a haul-away company.  He also cleaned up most of the leaf litter from around the yard and helped me organize the little collapsible greenhouse we got for free late last year.  It’s really handy, we’re already talking about replacing it with something more permanent.

I planted some of the broccoli sprouts and put them out in the sun.  Here’s hoping!  The three onion bulbs I planted a few weeks ago were sprouting up green so I got those into a planter and plugged most of the rest of the bulbs into biodegradable containers to see if we can get them growing as well.  Onions seem complicated, but I’ll do my best.

I’ve been saving every kind of little container I could get my hands on, these past weeks, and I filled them all up with soil and got some eggplant seeds going as well.  The bell peppers are just now starting to sprout, they need a bit longer, but I think they’ll get there.  Also planted some pinto beans and cat grass.  I’ve still got some baby spinach and pumpkins to get going, but I’m holding onto those for just now.

We sorted the “guest” patio chairs off into the side yard, as we don’t really anticipate having anyone over this summer.  We can always break them out again if we need to, it’s easy enough, but right now I’ve got almost every single sunny spot dedicated to something we can grow and eat.

We’ll have tomatoes at some point, too, but I’d prefer to buy them as seedlings.  I’m already unsure just how well the current round of babies is going to do.  I’m so worried about that broccoli, but I guess at some point you have to just let it do its thing and hope for the best.

I hope everything comes up.  I’ve read everything I can, but sometimes it all gets confused and muddled, so at some point I just sort of have to... hope.  Supposedly last year’s corn should return, but man... I don’t know.  We’ll keep an eye on it.  If it hasn’t come up by the time seedlings start appearing in the store we’ll just pull them up and replant.  That was a wonderful exercise last year.

We also put out more clover seed in the front (last year’s clover is BOOMING), and spread some wildflower seeds around as well.  Marc filled up the bird feeders, hosed off the patio and set up the chairs.  We’re going to buy a better pressure washer than the old electric one we have from the old house, both for our use and so my parents don’t have to keep hiring someone to clean their siding.  That will make a big difference.

It’s amazing what a difference an afternoon of work made in the back yard -- it looks and feels so much better.  Afterwards we got showered up and changed, and then a little bit ago I made some veggie fried brown rice with steamed veggie dumplings.  A little later on I’m going to make us some sakura lattes and maybe something light to snack on for dessert.

And how are you?

#oc #personal

[builder051]

The Mike fic that wasn’t

So, this was intended to be part of Mike’s intro story, but I wrote it and was like, OMFG, Laur, you can’t go around making people read this awful shit... But now that I’ve mentioned it, someone does in fact want to read it, so here it is.

TRIGGER WARNING for pretty heavy ED stuff.  Just overall bad mindset.  Don’t read if it’s not something you want to see.  Feel free to message me to talk specifics (and don’t be upset if I don’t answer right away, I promise I will get back to you).

It’s not even a sickfic.  Just something to introduce the character and her baggage.

Fic under the cut.

“Michaela?”

 Mike starts and turns to look over her shoulder, almost driving her shopping cart into the shelf of over-the-counter pain relievers.  

 An older man with glasses and a sweater with elbow patches blinks at her from behind his own bulky cart.  

 “Mr. Walters?” Mike says back uncertainly as the face of her high school English teacher swims into focus, seeming alien in the unusual context.  

 “Yes,” Walters says cheerfully.  “It’s been, what, four years?  You’re a sophomore now, right?  At State?”

 “A junior,” Mike corrects.  

 “A junior,” Walters muses.  “You’re liking it there?  You look…”

 Mike waits for the teacher to finish his sentence, watching him take in her frame.  She narrows her eyes slightly, goading him to finish his thought.  You look… What?  You look good?  Certainly he won’t say that; Mike’s 20 and Walters is approaching ancient.  And he’s probably more honest than that.  You look thin.  You look like you’re dying…

“…Like you’re studying hard.”  The man seems to shrink a little as he lets the phrase hang out in the air.  

 “Hm,” Mike breathes.  They both know the conversation is finished.  Walters reaches for a rattly bottle of arthritis pain relievers and clumsily turns his cart in the opposite direction.  Once he’s out of sight, Mike folds her arms over her basket’s handle and drops her forehead to her wrists.  Just her luck.

 She shouldn’t have come shopping today.  It’s pointless for her to do the shopping in the first place; Jason and Colby know Mike’s an utter failure at buying food for the three of them.  But they’d been low on household supplies, and Mike’d had a free afternoon.  She’s being helpful.  Sort of.  One of the boys will have to re-shop tomorrow, but at least Mike will have brought home all the essentials they’ll be sure to forget.

 Mike raises her head and scans the shelves for the cheapest generic store-brand ibuprofen.  She’s acutely aware of the store worker returning something to its place at the other end of the aisle, and she’s even more aware of the fact that she’s looking at medicine and her cart currently contains toilet paper, spray bleach, and Gatorade.  She’s practically a walking ad for the stomach flu.  At least maybe that’ll make people keep their distance.  But really she despises the characterization so much she’s almost willing to throw something else into her cart to divert suspicion.  Almost.

 The produce section opens up on the other side of the pharmacy.  Mike pushes her cart through the maze of fresh fruit and vegetable displays. Fruit’s too high calorie.  And vegetables don’t taste good enough to worth the space in her stomach.  Plus, Mike doesn’t deserve the nutrition.

 In the next aisle she grabs a loaf of wonder bread. Mike’s stomach growls at the idea of her favorite breakfast: a toasted slice spread with the thinnest layer of jam. But it’s two in the afternoon. Not breakfast time.  Not food time.  Not ever, ever, ever food time.  She almost puts the bread back on the shelf, but she can’t.  It’s already in the cart.  Too late.  It’s against the rules.

 Rules like that are supposed to make things easier, supposed to help normalize her amidst her mind-crushing urges.  Once something’s in the cart, you have to buy it. Don’t waste time being the anorexic who wanders around the Kroger picking out food and putting it all back.

 Really, though, it’s just playing into the OCD, giving Mike something else to be unnaturally anxious about as she looks the selection of jellies up and down.  She almost wraps her hand around a jar of sugar-free blueberry before she actually thinks and remembers they already fucking have jam.  

 She really should get something for Jason and Colby. Mike can practically hear them chewing her out for coming home with nothing edible.  She can put frozen chicken breasts or potatoes or green beans or pop tarts in the basket and not have to eat them.  But still.  She’ll bring them into the house.  She’ll know they’re there.  And she’ll be tempted to stuff her face with them.  So she can’t.

 Mike doesn’t come up with much from the rest of her tour down the aisles.  A new salt shaker seems like a good idea.  More for gargling away sore throats than anything else.  And so does a six-pack of diet sprite.  

 As Mike nears the checkout, she realizes again that she’s under-filled her large cart with only clear and bland foods, plus cleaning supplies.  God, if someone looks at her, they’re going to think she’s got the shits.  Mike ducks her head to avoid a random woman’s glance. She can’t do this, she should just abandon the cart and leave now.  

 No, no, no, what’s in the basket has to be purchased. Ok.  Self-checkout.  No need to talk to anyone.  But still, the attendant that takes coupons and makes sure no one steals anything is going to be watching.  Lord, what to do.  There’s a display of two-for-a-dollar candy bars beside the first self-use register. Mike pauses and looks over the flavors. Chocolate, chocolate with almonds, peanut butter chocolate.  Nothing with nuts, those don’t come back up easily.  Or she doesn’t have to eat it.  Mike could buy one, take it home, and throw it out.  What’s 50 cents in this day and age?  Or she could give it to Jason like a kind person.  But that’s never going to happen.

 Mike picks a cookies and cream bar, and before she drops it into the cart, she says a silent prayer that cookie pieces go soggy once they hit the stomach.

#eating disoder tw #oc fic #ocs #my ocs #mike & co #mike deangeles #original fiction

[alexinafterglow]

Chocolate-green tea baby

Hello baby!!! After months of looking for this ask I FINALLY FOUND IT without further ado here it is. ice cream askschocolate: when was your first kiss? My first kiss was last August w the cutest baby in the world!french vanilla: how old are you? I’m 18 and I have for like 2 months almost FUCK ME UP JERRYcotton candy: three places you want to travel to? Canada, Maryland, and probably Seattle. strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? I wish I could speak German and more fluently French.coffee: favorite cosmetic brands? YO NYX FUCC ME UPPPPPmint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? Indoors easily I don’t enjoy the outdoors too much.cookie dough: do you play any instruments? I’m learning how to play the guitar, piano, and (don’t judge) the harmonica.rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? Literally any all time low song or marianas trench.butter pecan: favorite songs for life? Friday I’m in love- the cure,any lady gag or Britney spears song, all time low or mtrench.cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign? Capricorn.toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? The pool I hate going to the beach tbh.chocolate chip: what's your most popular post? I posted a text that said, “ one time at h&m i thought a guy was a mannequin so i started feeling the material of his coat and i screamed when he moved and we were both really freaked out”bubblegum: books or movies? Damn that’s hard probably books I love them both so much.pistachio: manga or anime? I like reading more than watching so ig manga.salted caramel: favorite movies? La la land, the goonies, space jam, lilo and stitch.birthday cake: favorite books? My memory is shit tm so as soon as I get home I’ll edit this one.moose tracks: favorites for manga? Dragon ball/z/gt ripp, Soul Eater, Noragami, Bleach, Pokemon lmao.orange sherbet: favorites for anime? Same as mangas.peanut butter: favorite academic subject? English, after all I’m dating an engish major lmao.black raspberry: do you have any pets? I have a cat that hates me. As soon as I move I’m getting more animals.mango: when and why did you start your blog? I think it was like 2014/13 and a friend (not Key lmao) asked me to then in like 2015 I brought this back because Key asked me to.mocha: ideal weather conditions? When it’s like shady and windy but like not too dark and not blowing my fucking hair off of my head.black cherry: four words that describe you? Caring,savage, cool, and chaotic evil.neapolitan: things that stress you out? Having something due like the next day,trying to record and edit videos.raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? Alternative.chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy? Mnms, resses (literally every type like the fast break bars, pieces,original,ect),snikers,cotton candy,swedish fish.toffee: a card game that you're good at? Go fish lmao, magic the gathering, pokemon lmao .lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? Not usually bc I wake up like at luch.dark chocolate: turn ons? Everything Key has. I’ll answer this and the next one serious later.fudge: turn offs? Anyone who isn’t Key.peach: how do you relax? I lay back and listen to the sound of my beautiful girlfriend while I/we either watch something, read, or play games.praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?superman: do you like sweaters? I LOVE SWEATERS I OWN LIKE ONE FOR EVERY DAY AHHHcherry: do you drink tea or coffee? I'll drink both but I mainly drink tea unless it's a frappe. dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? My guitar that I'm learning, the drums. blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes literally every time Key makes a joke. ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have? Have pics on text blogs like on the dash version. blueberry lemon: favorite blog? @alextogroundcontrolalmond: favorite mean girls quote? I haven't really watched mean girls rip. butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? Unfortunately clear bc I'm at school. cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? I think everyone has. blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?lmao Key for like 3 yearscappuccino crunch: do you take naps? Literally every day lmao. mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done? I have no clue at all I do so many things lmao. brownie batter: do you like sushi? I haven't tried it I don't really know. key lime: where do you want to be right now? In my future house w key. red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? Yes I'm literally the next best thing to blind. green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? Cookie dough, rocky road,birthday cake,chocolate chip mint,vanilla,ect.

[canaryatlaw]

well, today was not exactly the best overall, but still had some good parts to it that I can appreciate. I woke up at like, 8:23 am and couldn't fall back asleep, so a little after 9 I got up and started making the Christmas m&m cookies I’ve been wanting to make but haven’t gotten around to doing. I also put the ham egg and cheese bread pudding thing that my mom makes every year for Christmas morning in the oven (it’s prepared the night before) because she was not feeling great. so I had two racks of cookies in the oven and one rack with the bread pudding, but yet again I run into the weird issue that if there is something on a rack above something else, the one on the lower rack will not cook as well, as the second batch of cookies I put in cooked way quicker than the first batch. no idea what’s going on there, but the breakfast turned out ok, so that was good. people started waking up and it was a little later than normal, so we ate breakfast first then went to presents (we usually take a break somewhere in between presents to eat). presents! I stopped having expectations for Christmas gifts because I found I was just always left feeling down about what I did get, so now I just don't expect to necessarily get anything I really want and just roll with it, lol. seems like a good strategy so far. so, presents. younger brother got me a coat-vest thing from “patagonia” which is apparently a thing now, and of course it’s 100% polyester, but my family was trying to say it shouldn’t bother me because I’ll be wearing stuff under it, but idk, we’ll see. did older brother’s presents last night, sister got me two Wonder Woman t-shirts (one being partially polyester but I can deal with that in shirts for the most part) which I liked because I told everyone to get me WW stuff for Christmas and she’s the only one who actually did, lol. She was very happy to receive the Louis Vuitton bag that I scoured eBay for for several days, so I was happy with that. Parents! I got new moccasins which I specifically asked for because the ones I had (I just use them as slippers and basically have them on whenever I’m in my apartment) were getting really worn out. my mom got me a ton of ornaments to add to my “ornament collection” which is a thing she’s been doing for several years now, so when I have a family and my own tree I’ll have ornaments for it? I feel like I should be put off by the assumptions made in that reasoning, but like, I do want to get married and have a family, and she knows that, so I guess I can’t really complain. They also got me a necklace that was made by women in Nairobi, Kenya that was very cute and some other things I can’t remember at the moment, but were nice. By the time we finished opening presents it was like 1, so my mom wanted to get ready to make dinner. she was going to do turkey, but my brother decided he wanted to do prime rib, except my brother can't cook, so he basically roped me into doing it for him (sigh). so I use this recipe from buzzfeed I saw a while back that that was prime rib with garlic herb butter. so to start that I’m chopping some herbs (which required much more chopping than I would’ve expected, and while I’m doing this, same brother that wanted this says something like “oh Rachel would like this...or actually she wouldn’t like this” and proceeds to come over and show me anyway because he’s a fucking jackass, and it’s a stupid joke my other brother sent to him from a picture when we were kids and someone was holding another kids hand, and captioned it with “#MeToo” and like. I fucking lost it. I was so damn angry. AND THEN he shows it to my dad, who also laughs, which made me so much more angry. At the time I had interpreted it as a direct reference to me posting my own #MeToo story on facebook and that’s what they were specifically making fun of, and like.....I can’t fucking do this. nothing I do or that happens to me will ever be taken seriously by them. they just laugh make fun of everything, no matter how serious it is. and I’m just so fucking done. and I mean, I know my brothers are assholes, that’s nothing new. but for my dad to laugh at that when he KNOWS what I posted online just really, really upset me to my core and I wanted to go to the bathroom and cry. So that put me in a really sour mood for a few hours. It eventually occurred to me that my brothers were probably not even aware of what I had posted (one of them doesn't have a facebook and the other one I don’t think pays much attention to what I post, so it probably wasn’t a direct attack on me, but for my dad to laugh at it like that when he KNEW was just fucking devastating to me. and if I bring it up to him I’m just gonna end up in a puddle of tears because that’s what always happens when I get angry, and I really don't feel like doing that any time soon, and at this point I really don’t know if it’ll make a difference, because I’ve made similar appeals to him in the past and they haven't changed anything. I mean, he voted for Trump for christ’s sake, and he still think he’s doing better than Hillary would’ve. And I’m just.....I hate knowing that something that is so, so serious to me could become nothing but a joke to them, but that’s how it is. that’s how it’s always been. I’m not a human, I’m not a person, I’m just someone for them to derive entertainment from treating like shit, I don’t know what else I can say on the matter except there’s no fucking way I’m moving back into this house under any circumstances, it absolutely will not happen. sigh. anyway. I finished with the herbs and butter and spread it on the prime rib, then stuck it in the oven to cook. While it was doing that I mostly just chilled out, and got put on the phone with one of my dad’s old friends which actually put me in a better mood because he was like “I gotta ask you something but you can’t tell your dad, okay? How on earth did he vote for Trump?????” which of course made me laugh and of course it helps to know other people find it baffling as well. He’s really nice though, we talked about my legal aspirations and such and he kept saying he was so proud of me, which I of course appreciated. Eventually the prime rib was done, and I was still kind of in a sour mood, but I figured at this point I’m only really making myself miserable, and that’s a shitty thing to do on Christmas, so I tried to be somewhat in a better mood. Dinner was...interesting, the prime rib wasn't cooked all the way through so it had to go back in the oven even after we had started plating food, so we were eating the sides while waiting for the main course, lol. but when it did arrive it was very good. after dinner finished up I started making these pavlova’s with blueberry jam (they’re basically giant meringues) that my (same) brother had wanted me to make, because they had to bake for over and hour, so I tried to get those in ASAP. I also finished prepping the Candy Cane Chocolate Cheesecake I always make that I’m obsessed with. Once they were done we had dessert, the homemade blueberry jam turned out well but I was somewhat disappointed with the pavlova’s, some of them didn’t really cook all the way through and they stuck to the parchment paper (how do you even still to parchment paper???) so they kind of fell apart, so I was kind of irritated about that, but oh well. more down time for a while, then my sister asks if I want to dye her hair, because she’s been wanting to do if for a few days now, so I said sure and went upstairs to start on that. she has like, basically platinum blond hair that’s super long and thick, so even just doing the roots is a major job, but I’ve done it for her enough times to make it work. I always get annoyed afterwards because there are always some spots that didn't take to the bleach as well and turn out darker, but they’re less visible when her hair is dry, so it’s not a big deal. after that I laid on my bed for a while going through tumblr (while my laptop was right next to me) until I took a shower and started getting ready for bed, and he we are. I might be able to see some friends tomorrow, so that I am excited about. Alright, eyelids are ready to be shut so I’ll end it here. Goodnight my loves. Hope you had a delightful Christmas.

#daily journal #December 2017