#Fireworks plot

[shalomniscient]

thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.

(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)

sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.

(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)

sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)

sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.

(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)

sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.

(she doesn’t mind.)

[dramashii]

I have you, right? We swore an oath.

FIREWORKS OF MY HEART (2023) | Ep 1-6

[ahappydnp]

if we got dan to sign the llama song can we please bully them into singing LoveGame by lada gaga… everyone moved on but i’m still there what do you mean they have never sang it on any livestream back in like 2011 whyyyyyy

i fear love game is too personal and intimate for them to share a real duet with us

[strawbeb]

also rip guy fawkes you wouldve loved the destiel memes

[dread-red-queen]

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Remember, remember, the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.

I know it looks a bit like a New Years post XD I promise, Its not. Raven is Half British so she wanted to share Guy Fawkes Night with Goro

[remaining-pain]

landon dancing on a beach in japan with sparklers.

📸: madisontewers

[charlotte-bopp]

Remember, remember,  the 5th of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. --- Happy Bonfire night to those who celebrate.  --- A digital illustration of a girl holding a sparkler. --- #bonfirenight #autumn #fall #5thnovember #digitalillustrator #digitalart #magic_of_illustrations #picturebookillustration #kidlitart #picturebookillustration #charlotsart

[socksandbuttons]

Psst, hey

I know its unlikely, but its been a trend so far, so I'm just saying...

Everyone In SaMS/LaES who has died has come back to life so far, so like... maybe in the far future - not a guarantee, but MAYBE

Dadcode could come back

Dadcode better come back as dad or we'll riot.

[fakeicecubes]

I don’t think some Europeans realize how serious Americans take Fourth of July fireworks. Like it’s a whole thing here. Stores open up to buy fireworks in June. Towns will send hundreds if not thousands of dollars for their firework shows. People who live in town will set off small fireworks and people in the country basically set off their own shows. The night sky turns into day and the smoke turns to clouds as the grand final goes off. We wish to celebrate our freedom and will not show it with a mediocre performance.

[watchthecandleflicker]

Who else celebrating Guy Fawkes Night??? 💥💥💥

[historyfiles]

The staggeringly ambitious plan for 5 November 1605 was to blow up the Houses of Parliament during its next opening ceremony, killing not only the king but England's lords, bishops, and judges.

[dramashii]

FIREWORKS OF MY HEART (2023) | Ep 7

[objectingtotheobjects]

Episode 134 (can I make this collapsible?cuz this is going to get real spammy [edit: found it])

Bookworm Luffy? AND MORE ROBIN?

No nevermind there's an island. Usopp episode

So is THIS festival episode going to make me cry? Every episode feels like an emotional set up considering how fast anything can go wrong

"Hope we don't have a repeat of last year"

"Don't tell them what happened last year"

This is so wholesome with the unfinished fireworks but this feels like a life or death metaphor

And as I type this the sad part comes out followed by the goofy music

And Usopp continues to work miracles. I love him as much as I hate him

Oh no it did. I got teary corners when the firework exploded

Epsiode 135?

Flashback episode?

Worlds greatest swordsman!flashbacks within a flashback

ahaha the boy learns and applied new knowledge. He asked to steal the prey this time

Man brought a gun to a knife fight

Kid brought a water bucket to drown the gun

I love it

BIG BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Are these reoccurring characters that I've already met and forgot from my near decade watch gap? Or is this the first time we see a very cute origin story of these new guys

Or are they not gonna come back much because I kinda love them and don't want to look anything up

[thedeathdeelers]

girl help i’m crying at work over the death of a secondary fictional character

[caedmonofwhitby]

Remember, Remember, the 5th of November

Versions of the above poem (c 1870) have been wide spread in England for centuries. They celebrate the foiling of the Catholic Guy Fawkes's attempt to blow up the Protestant controlled House of Parliament on November 5th, 1605.

Known as Guy Fawkes Day or Fireworks Night, the November 5th celebrations in the past included the burning of the Pope or Guy Fawkes in effigy. Children would make and display a “guy” to collect money for fireworks, saying “A Penny For The Guy”

In modern times, people attend firework displays and bonfires or have them in their garden. If effigies are burned, it is of modern people, often unpopular politicians or celebrities.

The Fifth of November - English Folk Verse. Retrieved from

[ezzy-the-egg]

Celebrating the day like 419 years ago when we brits tried to blow up the king