#I already have yarn spinning class next week can I just get used to the spindle before i need even more tools to buy XD

[feral-space-faerie]

I literally CANNOT afford another craft skill I also don't have the TIME to commit in a mentally healthy way!!!

*bobbin lace hugs me from behind in a hyperfixating embrace*

[minyoonmeme]

Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1763

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of Hyungs.

Genre: more fluff and cuteness but this time with holding hands and id checking

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[This is kind of short I’m so sorry. I have more written, but it just felt right to cut it here when I was writing because of the next sequence of events. Chapter Four is like half written and the other half is already planned, so it’ll be out soon. I just finished all of my finals for university and I have so much more time now! I’m a full time student and work two jobs, so finding time to write this was so hard before. I’m only working one job right now, so I’ll be writing as much as I can over break. ALSO(last one agh sorry) Thank you to everyone for reading this. This started out as something for me, but I now I have you guys in mind. I like writing with the thought of your guys’ reactions and thoughts. okay now I’m done. Enjoy~]

Yoongi is many things and being wrapped around his friend’s fingers is not one of them. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he spins one more time in his desk chair. Hoseok sits behind him on a couch sipping at a pink fruit smoothie, far too floral and sweet for his taste. 

“What if she sucks?”

Hoseok exhales and looks up from his phone to sigh at Yoongi who continues to spin absentmindedly and sip his black coffee. The brief question of how Yoongi doesn’t get dizzy or choke on his drink crosses through Hoseok’s mind. “Are you really stress spinning in your chair right now, Hyung?” 

Yoongi drags himself to a stop and gives Hoseok a blank stare over his drink. “Leave my nervous habits out of this. You’re the one who invited some random girl into my studio and promised I would mentor her. I’m nervous she’s gonna suck and I’m gonna have to fake liking her shit. Jin-hyung’s the token theatre kid, not me.” 

Hoseok rose an eyebrow before looking back at his phone. “I’m telling Jin-hyung you said that. Besides, Jeongguk really likes her, Hyung. You would've thought she hung to stairs every night for him or something. Plus, she’s cute. You sure that’s not why you’re nervous?”

Yoongi coughs as he chokes on his coffee. “I am a grown man, why would I be nervous around a girl?”

“Because you haven’t so much as looked in the direction of any girl in 2 years. If I hadn’t walked in that one time while you were jerking off, I would’ve sworn you were asexual or some shit.” Hoseok took great pride in the flesh that fell over Yoongi’s body. 

“Hobi, I thought we agreed to not talk about that anymore.” Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to smother himself or Hoseok with one of the shitty throw pillows on the couch. 

“Didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject for you Hyung what with how well endowed you are, if you know what I mean.'' Hoseok gave a small smirk as he sipped, not once looking up from his phone.

Yoongi decided that smothering Hoseok and then himself was the best course of action.

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 There was something entirely too enduring and slightly destructive about the way Jeongguk fiddled with his sleeves. I hadn’t noticed the first time we spoke, but sitting next to him in the café closest to Yoongi’s studio now, the frayed ends on the arms of his sweater were prominent. His fingers, covered by the sleeves of his sweater, fiddle over the cup between his hands for each other as they snag loose strands of fabric. We haven’t really spoken much in the 20 minutes we’ve been sitting, but every time I go to say something he looks more and more nervous. I watch as his left sleeve receives the blunt of his nervousness, possibly one more pull from completely unraveling. It makes me want to hold his hands. 

“You’ll ruin your sweater if you keep pulling at the yarn.” 

Jeongguk snaps his eyes from the lid of his cup to me as he blinks and looks back down at his sleeves. He flushes and lets go of his cup, probably unaware he was even fiddling with his sweater.. “Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine. My mom used to roll my sleeve up to my armpits when I was younger to get me to stop.” 

I giggled at the image and brought my drink up to my lips. “I used to drink water when I got nervous because some doctor told me it would calm my nerves when I was younger.”

“I don’t see how hydrating yourself is as bad as ruining half of your favorite clothes.” 

“It is when you piss yourself on your first day of school as a transfer student.” 

Jeongguk stiffens a little and tries his best to suppress his laughs. He fails and a loud cackle rings through the café as he scrunches his face and throws his head back with a smack against wood. I gasp and lunge towards him to cradle the back of his head. A hiss leaves his mouth before he flushes. 

“Sorry, I uh…” I go to let go as my cheeks get warmer, but his head leans into my hand again. Oh god he’s the cutest...

“I pissed my pants at a frat house party Freshman year.” My hand, rubbing soft circles where he bumped his head, freezes as he speaks. Jeongguk briefly looks me in the eye before looking at his drink again and licking his lips. “Some guys thought it was a good idea to dare Freshman me to chug from the keg upside down. Apparently, drunk me is more competitive than sober me and can’t hold in their piss while upside down.”

My body falls forward as I laugh, imagining a freshman Jeongguk held upside down by his ankles with piss running down his shirt. I don’t notice how close I’ve leaned on him until I go to speak. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I would’ve loved to see that.” The heat from my breath bounces off his shoulder and back onto my face as I relies how close we are. My head is nearly tucked against his shoulder with less than a couple inches between us. 

“Flowers…” Jeongguk’s stiff as he whispers under his breath. 

“Uh... flowers?” I slowly retract my hand and lean farther away. 

Jeongguk blinks a few times before avoiding eye contact to grab his phone. “W-we should probably go. Hobi-Hyung said he already buttered up Yoongi-Hyung with some iced coffee, so we should be good to go.” He stands from the booth and hands my bag to me from the floor. I nod and swallow down the thought that I probably made him so uncomfortable that he wants to leave early. We didn’t need to be at the studio until 2:30. It was only 2 o’clock. 

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“You’re sure this is okay, right? I heard he doesn’t let anyone in his studio.”

Jeongguk nods and gives me a gentle small. “that’s only partially true. Yoongi-Hyung doesn’t let strangers into his studio.”

My eyes  close as I throw my head back and let out a whine. “Jeongguk-shi I’m a stranger. This is probably really weird, oh god. What if he hates everything I made? I spent like four days perfecting everything on my flash drive.” I can feel my chest rise and fall as I bite down the bile rising in my throat. 

Jeongguk twitches his hands out a little, nervous to make any sudden movements, before he settles on grabbing my hands as they twist the straps of my bag. “You’ll ruin your bag if you keep doing that.” 

I pout my lips and fix my posture to meet his eyes. He’s too damn tall. “At least give me credit if you’re gonna throw my words back at me.” He doesn’t move his his hands from mine as I relax my shoulder with a small roll. “I’m just really really nervous to meet him. My entire class grade depends on this going well and he’s supposed to be this freaky musical genius. How am I supposed to impress him?” I twist my hands little and give his hands a squeeze back as thank you. God I hope my hand aren’t sweaty right now. 

Jeongguk, seemingly to having forgotten about the fact that he was basically holding my hands between his, retracts his hands and wipes them on his pants. “I think you’ll do fine. Besides, Yoongi-Hyung owes a favor or two.” 

My mind knows that he doesn’t mean it a negative way, but I still feel my face drop and a heavy feeling settle in my chest. I don’t want Yoongi to agree if it’s just because of his friendship with Jeongguk. I want my talent to be enough for Yoongi and everyone else to see. 

Jeongguk seems to notice my mood has soured as he licks his lips and throws a hand through his hair. “Not that I don’t think your music isn’t good enough! I’m just saying that if Yoongi-Hyung says no and you guys don’t, and I quote, “vibe well”, then I'll talk some sense into him. He’s not some big scary producer guy who’s gonna yell at you for not being at the same level as him. He’s barely 5′9″ as it is.” 

My head falls to my chest as I watch his fingers fiddle with his sweater. 

“I’m gonna be out of the bag and you’re gonna be out of a sweater if we both keep trying to rip them up like this.” My hands do what they’ve been itching to do since the café and gently pry his fingers from beneath the safety of his sleeves. If Chaebin and Yoonjin could see me now they’d be screaming. Me, who took three weeks to  hug them without feeling uncomfortable, is now grabbing a boy’s hand all by myself. Look at me go, I guess. “Thank you though, Jeongguk-shi. I knew what you meant, so no hard feelings. Okay? now, let’s get this over with shall we?” 

I let go of his hands, which are much much larger than mine and much more tatted now that I give them a glance, only to feel his tightening on mine at the last moment. My head tilts upward as I raise both eyebrows in question. 

“You can call me Jeongguk.” 

Something in my chest lightens the heaviness from before as I pinch my lips to hide a grin. “Haven’t I already been doing that?” Teasing him is too much fun sometimes.

Jeongguk in all of his tall, and surprisingly tattooed, glory pouts as his shoulder slump inward with a huff. “You know what I mean! We’re friends and the same age, so you can drop the honorifics, (Y/N).”

My eyebrows furrow as my head tilts sideways slightly. “What are you talking about? You’re older than me.” 

Jeongguk mirrors my expression before scoffing. “No you’re not, you’re just going by International age. We’re in the same grade, so we’re the same age obviously.” I press down the minuscule laugh that bubbles up and give Jeongguk’s hands over mine a small squeeze before sliding a hand into my bag. I let the smile break across my face as I find what I’m looking for and replace my other hand in his with it. 

Jeongguk brings my government issued id closer to his face, no glasses today sadly, before his eyes widen.

“How does Jeongguk-oppa sound?” 

Jeongguk clears his throat before handing my id back to me. “Oppa sounds great.”

[magicmoon65]

Lesbian Sleeping Beauty

Hey, I wrote a wlw short story based on Sleeping Beauty! I don’t think I’ve ever posted my writing here, so let me know what you think and if I should post more!

The Forest of Thorns, as I called it, was our town’s horror story. Every story meant to scare took place surrounding the forest. I guess in every town there’s the daredevils and disbelievers who go into the graveyards or abandoned buildings on dares, but in this case, it was good sense not to. Kids would run away from their parents to explore the forbidden place but would pause before they had climbed over the first branch, feel the sharp edge of the unnoticed thorn, and back away in shame. It was just good sense not to venture further. And since as soon as you did make it past that one branch and were inside, you’d look around and realize that if you ventured further you’d surely get lost, that even now the only way you knew behind you was the way out was from memory, no one had ever, to the best of my knowledge, traveled further.

There were urban legends, of course. About 80 years ago someone known to us as “Crazy Phil” ventured in and never returned. He was likely dead anyway by now, I always reasoned, when they ended with the warning by saying he had likely died.

I admire Phil, in a way, because he, like me, wasn’t scared off by the stories or the foreboding nature of the forest. I imagined he’s found the path I did, that he’d gone farther than I had, that he’d ventured into it and found whatever the forest was hiding. Because it had to be hiding something, I reasoned. There was no way all this place had was Merryweather Rock.

As far as I knew, since Phil, Sam and I were the only people from our town who had ever gone deeper than the edge, I couldn’t account for neighboring towns— Google Maps had shown the forest big enough to be the haunting tale of about eleven other villages. But I imagined it was similarly unexplored.

The thorns had never scared me. I’d found an entrance big enough to squeeze through sustaining only minor cuts, and had tied the end of a ball of yarn to the branch so I could find my way back. The forest, I’d found, was made up of tangles of thick, thorny branches, with no clear trunk or root. Sometimes it disappeared underground, but I could follow it coming back up, and it felt like there was no beginning. I loved climbing them, and no matter how high I went I never got to the top. In some areas, it was too thick to continue or too thin to reach the next one, and I’d have to climb down or follow a branch onwards. That first time with the yarn, comparatively, I hadn’t gone far, worried that someone might come looking for me.

Now I knew the path to Merryweather Rock, deep in the forest, by heart. According to a hiking app I’d gotten back when Mum had spent a summer dragging me, my sister, and occasionally Sam to various mountain and woods hiking paths, it was .78 miles in from where we usually entered. Among the thick branches of thorns was the occasional recognizable tree, either dead or tall enough to have found sunlight. One of these was a huge flowering tree, whose own branches stretched far. Sam, my partner in crime, the only other person to traverse these woods with me, my best friend since second grade, and I had agreed that we couldn’t explore further than where we could still see the Merryweather flowers, because from there we knew our way back home. Next to it was a large boulder, tall enough to reach my chin but climbable, with a flat area on the top where we could lie down. Thorny branches still crept through and around it, but there was far more room in this area to move around than anywhere else. I’d done school work there, drawn, listened to music and relaxed, done whatever I wanted there. But the journey there I always loved.

Maybe I’m something of a daredevil. I’ve broken bones going down this really steep hill on a sled and slamming straight into a rock. That part hadn’t been great, but I’d repeated it three years later, avoiding the rock that time and falling into a stream. Because of stunts like that, my mum was never too worried about the relatively minor and non-life-threatening cuts I came home with from roaming the Forest every day.

I hadn’t in awhile. Sam and I had been busy with schoolwork, extracurriculars, jobs, and family obligations for weeks. But early Friday morning, Sam had slipped me a note saying to meet him at Merryweather Rock at noon the following day, so here I was, climbing once again through the Forest of Thorns, following the familiar path of going up two branches, jumping to the next one, going down at the dead oak, crawling under, following one branch, moving to the next one, and so on, until I could see the flowering branches tangled into the thorny ones. I landed on the ground, ducked under a branch, and climbed to the top of the rock. I grinned when I saw Sam.

“Hey,” I crawled over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him.

“Hey. I thought we could have a picnic,” he said, tapping the cooler bag next to him.

“Sure,” I said. We’d done it before, and we were overdue to relax under the Merryweather and talk. I leaned back against a risen part of the rock as Sam took out sandwiches, plates, a thermos with warm mac and cheese inside, carrots and hummus, and watermelon.

I took a piece of watermelon eagerly. “So, how’s work and stuff?”

“It’s good. Kinda boring most of the time, but at least there’s air conditioning.” Sam took a drink out of a water bottle and picked up a sandwich. I took his water bottle and took a drink for myself. “Oi!”

I grinned. “We just indirectly kissed.”

“I brought two,” he said, handing me another one.

“What’s the big deal, we’ve done it before,” I said, finishing my watermelon and eating a carrot.

He gave a little smile. “I hate being this busy.”

“Me too,” I said, leaning my head back and looking up at the tree branches. Patches of sky and sunlight shone through. “I missed this place. I looked at my legs yesterday and all the cuts had healed.”

Sam laughed at that, even though we were both pretty good at least getting to Merryweather scratchless by now. “I missed this too. This place feels like home.”

“I know.” I reached for another carrot and twirled it in the hummus. “And everywhere else I get people asking questions or requests or telling me to stop falling asleep in class.” I laughed to myself, and Sam laughed too.

“And I missed talking to you,” Sam added.

I nodded. The conversations during class or at our lockers didn’t count as talking. We were ourselves here. I’d always thought this place was magical in that way, that it was the only place I felt completely alive and real, rather than the type of magical entertaining the stories of ghosts and curses.

“It’s weird that no one but us really knows this place,” I said quietly. “They think it’s this terrifying, dangerous place, but…”

“Well, for good reason,” Sam pointed out.

“But it’s something else for us.”  I finished, not sure how to put it into words but knowing Sam would understand.

Sam lay down next to me, his arm pressed against mine, looking up at the sky. “I’m glad they don’t know. I like it being our secret.”

“You think there were others who made it this far and came back, they just never told anyone?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they did,” Sam said. His arm left the side of mine as he changed position, and then neither of us spoke for a minute. It felt good to relax after so much stressing.

“I think I failed that math test,” I said finally.

“I’m sure you didn’t. When have you ever failed a test?”

“Then I got a bad grade,” I said.

“You did better than you think you did,” Sam said, and we were both quiet for another minute before he said, “Rosa?”

“Yeah?” I turned on my side to face him, finding him already facing me.

“We can’t go weeks without doing this again. We can do school work here if we have to, but we should come out here at least weekly, I think. More often if we can.”

“I agree,” I said, smiling.

Sam leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against mine before I realized what he was doing. I pulled back immediately and sat up. “Sam—”

Sam sat up too, putting his hand up. “Sorry, sorry, you—”

“I just—”

Neither of us finished our thought. I looked down at the light gray stone, studying a crack. “Sam, I gotta tell you something.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t want that, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just that, I…” I sucked on my lower lip, picking up another carrot and spinning it. “I’m gay.”

Sam didn’t answer immediately and I glanced up at him. He looked shocked and confused, the expected reaction.

“You’re— Rosa, bloody hell.”

“I…” I didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t think it was a big deal, I wasn’t going to date anyone or anything, it just didn’t feel…”

“I can’t believe this. How long have we been friends?”

I hesitated. “Almost ten years.”

“Almost ten years.” He repeated. “I can’t… I feel led on, Rosa.”

My guilt turned to anger in an instant. “Led on? We’re not obligated to hook up because we’ve been friends you know.”

“That’s not what I meant, Rosa, and you know it.”

“Yeah, after you tried to kiss me I’m not supposed to think you want something more?”

“I mean, sure, I do, but I never would have done anything if…”

I picked up one of the sandwiches. “You know what, Sam? Thanks for the picnic, but I’m good.” I stood up, walked across the rock, and jumped down, the side opposite where we usually got on. I shoved the sandwich into my mouth, hearing Sam calling after me and ignoring him. I crawled through the branches, staying low and going as fast as I could. All I wanted was to get away.

I didn’t look back until a while later. I hadn’t heard him call in a few minutes, and looking back I couldn’t see the Merryweather tree. I backtracked a little until it was in sight, still distant but visible. I could make out his silhouette sitting on the rock. I wondered if he’d even tried coming after me and given up.

I stayed still for a minute, watching. I didn’t want to go back there. After watching for a minute, I turned around and kept going, letting the Merryweather tree slip out of sight.

I used my phone to write down landmarks for a while, but as the battery wore down I turned it off and made mental note. It was getting thicker and darker, and I’d cut myself up considerably, but I was too upset to care. How could Sam do this? I thought I’d known him. I’d trusted him, he was the only person who knew me, the only person I shared my favorite place in the world with, and he’d tainted it all.

When it got too dark to see where I was going, I stopped, sitting on a branch and hit the glow-in-the-dark-button on my watch. It was much later than I’d thought, almost five, but too early for the sun to have set. I looked up at pitch blackness. The forest had gotten so thick there was no light coming through. I better try to head back. Somehow I was sure I could find my way out, even after all this. Had it really been almost four hours? At this rate, it would be dark by the time I did get back. I better hurry.

I climbed downwards, going slowly and keeping three points of contact before moving at all, hoping my feet and hands would find a place to hold. I landed on one branch, lowering myself onto it, and was searching for a handhold when the branch under my feet snapped. I screamed and fell, landing hard and catching another branch. Thorns ripped through my skin, my clothes, everywhere. In all my years of climbing inside the Forest, I’d never had a branch break. Sure, the small ones from normal trees buried inside snapped and littered the ground like any tree, but never the thorned branches. Frustrated, I found a place I could sit on the branch and touched the injuries carefully. Merryweather had a first aid kit, but that was hours away. I was tired and dirty and bleeding and upset, and tears streaked down my cheeks. I could ignore most of the scrapes, I thought. My hands seemed pretty bloody. I tried wiping them off on my shirt and then sucked on my finger, tasting the metallic taste of my own blood. I wiped my eyes. There wasn’t much I could do, so I resumed climbing, trying to be more careful, but I couldn’t feel a branch or ground below me. Instead, I moved to the side, in the direction I at least thought home was.

I kept doing that. My mind distracted from Sam as I moved down and sideways. After a while, I finally felt ground.

A wave of relief washed over me. Ground was reliable. Ground was steady and unbreaking, and you didn’t need as much balance. But it should have gotten lighter by now.

I took out my phone and turned it on. It warned me it was at 12%. I tried to open the hiking app to see how deep I was but there was no service. I tried the compass app, even though I wasn’t sure which direction home was. I groaned, turned it off again, and kept moving. Some light must have crept in because I could make out shapes now, enough to move. My foot bumped into something, which wasn’t much of a surprise until it landed on something and there was a loud crack. I turned on the flashlight app and screamed.

It was a skeleton, an old one with rotted away skin and bits of clothing clinging to it. I sped up, moving past it and trying to get as far away as possible.

Maybe that skeleton was Phil, and he had died in the forest. He’d gotten pretty deep though, impressive.

The Forest didn’t feel like home anymore, that was for sure. It had betrayed me like Sam had, only worse. It had gotten me lost, had scraped me up, had made me fall, had lead me to a dead body.

I could see better now. No direct sunlight but light from somewhere, and I could see. I checked the time. After 5. I sighed. It was a long way to go. My parents were probably worried. Maybe Sam had told them where I went. I could believe he was worried about me, but it was still betraying our place. That would be okay. It was probably ruined for me now.

Maybe I was being overdramatic. Maybe it was my fault, for not telling him. Maybe I did lead him on. Maybe he wasn’t even being irrational, he just made a mistake.

I couldn’t worry about this right now. I held my arms out in front of me to duck under whatever branches I found. My hand hit one, and I moved it, but it found a hard, flat surface.

I focused on what was in front of me. Wood. Not a tree, more like a wall.

My hand closed around cool metal. A handle. It was a door. I smiled to myself. I knew this forest had been hiding something. Here it was.

I checked the time again. But I’d be able to find my way back here, right? I’d just look around inside. I pushed. Nothing. I pulled. It moved slightly, but the branches were holding it closed. I didn’t have anything to cut it, but I knew I’d never be able to find it again. I had to see what was inside, now or never. I pulled harder, I tried pulling the branches, but they didn’t budge. I tried anything I could think of, finally leaning on the door, tears returning to my eyes, my bloody hands on the handles. “Come on, please, open,” I begged. Finding this might make it all worth it if the forest had been hiding it so securely. No one had loved this place more than I had, I thought. How had Philip even died? I’d gotten this far in a day, spent my life exploring inside, no one had loved this place like I had. Sure, I’d been mad at it a second ago, but I could forgive it for this. I needed this.

I pulled again, hard, and this time, it opened. The branches seemed to have loosened, enough for me to fit through. A smile broke out across my face. I looked around. “Thank you,” I whispered.

There was no way that was a coincidence. I’d tried everything. This was magic.

I squeezed between the branches and went inside.

There was room to move around, I realized with relief. It was dark, but not insanely so. It was a good sized room, looking like an old-fashioned kitchen. There was a firepit with pots hanging over it, tables, a cast iron oven, and baskets everywhere. There was food there, and I realized I was starving, but it was all moldy and dusty. Spiderwebs were everywhere, but no spiders or insects. I walked through the kitchen to a large dining room, with a table nearly as long as my house. I looked around at the tapestries and candleholders everywhere in fascination. Was this a castle? Had the forest been hiding something this big?

I went down a hallway and found a door leading to a steep twisting staircase, so I started up it. It was full of cobwebs, which I brushed away. It was steeper and higher than I expected, and after a while I was feeling a little dizzy and claustrophobic, so I get off as soon as I found a door. My cuts were starting to sting, but I hadn’t seen anything in the way of first aid or even water. I was pretty thirsty. I wiped my hands off on a curtain, but it still stung so I put my finger in my mouth to suck on it again. I kept looking around, finding the door to a huge room, bigger than my house, probably about the size of our gymnasium.

I heard a sound, which surprised me because I hadn’t heard anything except myself for hours. It sounded like a cry, and I followed the sound to the bed on the other side of the room. As I got closer I could see someone lying there. A girl.

The bed was coated with cobwebs and dust like everything else in the place, but she wasn’t coated with it. She looked like she was having a nightmare, flailing in the bed and letting out a cry or whimper every so often. Her dark brown hair was tangled around her face and spread on the pillow. I couldn’t help but notice that she was very pretty underneath, a mess of freckles on her round cheeks and neck. I reached out to touch her face, hoping to wake her up.

“Hey,” I said, gently at first. She whimpered again, and let out a low shriek from her throat. “Wake up,” I said more firmly. “You’re dreaming, wake up,” She cried out again and I shook her shoulder, but she was in too deep a sleep. She flailed out of my grasp, breathing hard. A lock of hair fell in her mouth.

“You’re just dreaming, wake up,” I tried again desperately, reaching to wipe the lock of hair away, my finger running across her lip as I did. She yelled out again, but this time her eyes opened her shaking stopped as she looked around still breathing hard.

I’d wanted to wake her but now I wasn’t sure what to do. Her eyes locked with mine. “Who are you?” She asked softly after a minute. She spoke with an unfamiliar accent.

She still looked scared, so I gave her a small smile. “I’m Rosa, and I…”

The girl sat up quickly, pausing for a minute, looking a little dizzy. “Whoa.” She looked around. “I’m still in the castle, right? This room is huge.”

I’d assumed she was a princess of some kind, something I only realized until she said that and I was surprised to be mistaken. “I think it is. I just came here through the Forest of Thorns.”

She looked confused.

“The, er.. The…” I stammered, gesturing to the window, which was letting in sunlight.

The girl stood and ran over to the window. She was wearing a white loose-fitting nightgown. I followed her to the window, where we were tall enough to see just over the edge of the Forest of Thorns. I could see distant mountains, telling me at least I was looking in about the direction of home. She reached down, touching the thorn branches carefully, fascinated. “Those weren’t there before.”

I studied her. Why was the forest hiding her? How long had she been here? “They’ve been there forever,” I told her, and she turned to look at me, eyes wide. “What were you dreaming about?”

She ignored me. “How long have I been here?”

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I think the Forest has been here for… five hundred years.” We’d talked about the forest in middle school. My teacher had said that was the estimate, according to science and journals recalling its presence.

“Five hund—” The girl turned away from the window and walked back to the bed, sitting down. “That’s impossible.”

I sat down next to her. “I think it’s something magical, if that helps.”

“Magic, of course!” She stood up quickly and then sat back down. “But they’re probably gone by now…”

“Who?”

“Mother, and Mama, and Mum, I can’t believe…”

“You have three mothers, five hundred years ago?” I asked, fascinated.

She glanced at me. “Well not really, they’re…” She trailed off, looking at her hands, turning them. “I don’t understand…” she muttered, looking at me. “You’re filthy.”

I looked at myself. I was dirty, bleeding, and covered in dust and cobweb, and felt myself blushing. Not the greatest first impression.

“How’d you get here? How’d you wake me?” She asked, looking toward the window.

So I told her. I told her how I’d loved the Forest, told her about the Merryweather tree, and about Sam and our argument, She stopped me there, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Well I didn’t like him like that and he thought I was leading him on even though I never did.” I skipped the coming out part. I didn’t need to hear any sixteenth-century opinions on the subject. “Anyway, I was mad at him, so I ran away and got pretty deep into the forest…” I told her the rest, about the dark area, and turning back, and falling, and the dead Phillip, finding the door, and finding her.

“How’d you break it?” She asked when I was done. “The spell I mean. That was keeping me asleep for so long.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

She nodded slowly and stood, walking over to a closet and going inside. I followed her. There were a ton of cobwebbed dresses inside. She looked through them, eying me. “You’re in trousers.”

“Yes,” I glanced down at my jeans. She just nodded and looked at the dresses.

“Don’t you have questions?” I asked.

“Yes, but…” She found a dress and held it in front of her. It was a bit simpler than the others, probably her best option for climbing through thorns. “Is that a watch?” She pointed to my wrist.

“Yes, how did you know?” I looked at her in confusion.

She sucked her teeth. “I suppose that means…”

“What?” I asked.

“It means my dreams were true.”

I frowned, remembering the nightmare I’d found her in.

“I’ve been dreaming of the world, this whole time,” she sighed. “So I have some idea what’s going on.”

I nodded, thinking. “So, do you need me to lead you out?”

“Please do,” she responded.

“I’ll let you change,” I told her, leaving and going back to the bed.

When she was done I asked for her name. She smiled and said “Helia.”

I smiled. It was a nice name, and it seemed to fit her in an unexplainable way.

“Rosa,” I said.

“You said,” she smiled. It was a beautiful smile.

We left the castle together, me leading her back into the thick of the thorns.

Somehow it was easier to maneuver. Maybe the thorns were letting Helia through, because we hardly had to climb and I got less scratched up as we went. I found myself sucking on my cut fingers again, but when I caught her watching me I returned my hand to my side.

“Rosa,” Helia said carefully as we walked.

“Yes?”

“I’m remembering what happened right before I fell asleep, and…” she hesitated, watching me. “Well, I heard someone saying only true love’s kiss could break the spell that put me to sleep.”

I frowned. “Wow, that sounds… well, it sounds like something out of a fairytale, to be honest.” Helia was like something out of a fairytale, partially in how pretty she was and partially because of the forest and spells, but also because she herself seemed so mysterious and magical in a fascinating way. I wanted to hear her story, like she knew mine.

“You didn’t kiss me, did you?”

I laughed at that, maybe too hard. I had never really believed in true love in a destiny way, and what she was suggesting was insane and crazy and really awesome. “No, I just shook you a little and… wiped hair out of your face.”

She nodded and gave me another smile. “Well, thank you. I don’t know how long I’d be asleep if you hadn’t…”

“Gotten mad at my friend and gotten lost?” I smiled.

She stopped and wrapped her arms around me. Surprised, I hugged her back. She was soft and warm and… “Thank you,” She whispered.

“You’re welcome,” I responded and she released me.

We kept moving and I gasped in surprise when I saw the Merryweather tree. I started running to it.

“What?” Helia called, chasing me.

“It’s Merryweather Rock!” I exclaimed, climbing up and holding out a hand to help her up. We sat down, leaning back. Helia looked tired, and I was exhausted.

“I know the way back from here,” I told her. I checked the time. It was only seven. It had taken me half the time to return. Amazing. Magical.

I looked up at the tree with Helia next to me, my mood falling as I remembered Sam. I’d forgotten about him while taking her back.

“I should make up with Sam,” I said.

“Are you sure?” Helia asked.

“Only if he apologizes,” I smiled. She smiled back.

I sat up. “I have something else to tell you,” I said, I wasn’t sure why I trusted her so completely. Maybe because I trusted the forest. “One of the reasons he was mad was because… well, I don’t know if you know what lesbian or gay means, other than happy, but I told him I wasn’t attracted to boys,” I studied her. “Just girls. In a romantic way, you know?”

She gave me another smile and I felt a wave of relief for the third time that day. “Yeah. I get that.”

I smiled. “Good.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips on mine, so quickly I couldn’t react, but wow, that second made every bit of tired and awkward I felt lift away. “Me too,” Helia whispered and stood up, walking to the side of the rock and climbing down. “Come on, let’s go!”

I was smiling wider than I thought possible as I followed her. I led her through the last of the branches, hardly noticing any thorns that caught me before we got out. The distance felt so short now, so easy, and here I was inside a world where no one had explored. The Forest had always been mine, but now it was ours, and I knew all of its secrets.

Helia and I did get together eventually. I never figured out how I woke her, but I am sure that she is my true love, and I am hers.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

@fairytalewlw Figured out a way to do it!

[arigathanksgozaimuch]

to hell and back.

genre: fluff? angst?? supernatural??? character/s: wonho | reader | minhyuk. overview: because demons have feelings too. word count: 3846.

The instructions were quite simple, really. Unlike the elaborate and sometimes exaggerated ritual shown in movies, summoning a demon proved to be child’s play, both literally and figuratively. She was technically a child then, a four-feet something eight-year old with a mouthful of baby teeth.

With her checklist in hand, [Y/N] trudged around the house to look for the things she needed.

Salt Candle Yarn or any kind of string Chalk

She crept to the kitchen and took one of the high stools to stand up on to be able to reach the jar of salt on the top cupboard. For her mother not to be suspicious, the girl only took two handfuls before running back to her room.

The next item was pretty hard to find. She had no idea where her mother kept the candles they use for emergency when the power goes out. Opening the fridge, she saw one of the candles she had for her birthday cake a few weeks ago.

“This would have to do,” [Y/N] muttered, returning to her room to stash the number eight-shaped candle under her bed, next to the pile of salt.

Yarn and chalk were pretty easy to get. She rummaged through the drawer on her study desk for the ball of pink yarn she used in class when they had to make a face out of a paper plate. When she went to school the next morning, [Y/N] made sure she raised her hand to recite just so she can write on the board and slip a small piece of chalk inside her pocket.

Once all the items she needed were complete, she couldn’t wait to start the ritual. She made sure to lock the door to her bedroom first before beginning to draw a circle in the middle of her room using the chalk. She then stood in the center and placed salt following the pattern drawn in chalk. Checking the procedure, [Y/N] couldn’t figure out what the yarn was for, so the girl untangles enough yarn to surround herself as well. Her birthday candle stood lit in front of her, the flames flickering occassionally.

Finally, she closed her eyes. According to the written manual on summoning a demon, there were no Latin incantations nor spells needed. Once she had completed the preparations, all she had to do next was to close her eyes and really really wish as hard as she could for the demon to appear. Hypothetically, the demon would appear in front of her as soon as she opens her eyes. As soon as she opens her eyes, however, she was only met with silence and the same lit candle in front of her – no pitchfork-carrying apparition laughing maniacally. [Y/N] tried closing her eyes once more because maybe, maybe, she just didn’t wish hard enough and didn’t close her eyes long enough.

A tedious waiting time commences – because what if the travel time from hell to earth took more than five minutes? – but still, whenever [Y/N] would open her eyes, there’s no sign of her summoned demon anywhere. She gave up after the third try, because she got impatient and tired and sad, and also because her mother has arrived and she didn’t want her to see the mess on the floor. The girl blew on her half-melted birthday candle by herself, like how she did during her birthday party when no one but her own mother attended, and decided that even supernatural beings didn’t want anything to do with her.

As soon as the clock struck five in the afternoon, she diligently climbed up the chair and faced her study table. Her failure of a demon ritual was all forgotten because now was the time for homework. It was Science, something she was never really good at. [Y/N] chewed on the end of her pencil as she stared at the page, her concentration unwavering. She had never been a scaredy-cat, but she might as well have been when a face appeared beside her, hovering closely over her open book.

“Hmm, what’s this?” the face asked with the voice of a man. Apparently the face was connected to a body – thank goodness – which was standing behind her.

“Do you mind?” he asked again, and without waiting for an answer, he took the book in his hands and flipped through the pages. “This is pretty easy. Is this what you called me for? You could have asked your parents for answers. Or consulted the internet.”

Dumbstruck, [Y/N] couldn’t speak, and she could only watch as he pored through her Science textbook. The man didn’t look like anyone she’d known. He was probably her mom’s new boyfriend, but it did seem odd that he just barged into her bedroom without knocking and interrupted her as she studied. Usually her mother would warm her up to the idea of dating first before actually getting into another relationship and letting [Y/N] meet the new guy. He also didn’t look the least bit similar to her mom’s ex boyfriends. She had a thing for men who wore suits and drove in shiny cars. This man wore a battered leather jacket with spiky studs lining the shoulders over a plain white shirt and skinny black jeans. He didn’t look like he drove a BMW or a Ferrero – Ferrera? Ferraro? [Y/N] forgot what it’s called – and instead looked like he sped through streets with a motorcycle.

To top it all off, he had hair the color of ketchup. Ketchup!

When the girl still didn’t reply, he closed the book and knelt on one knee to face her fully.

“Who are you?” she asked, voice small and suddenly terrified.

“Nah-uh,” he said, wagging his forefinger in front of her face. “I’m not falling for that trick. But if you just want to have something to call me by, call me Wonho. And you’re [Y/N], right?”

The girl nodded.

“Well, then, [Y/N]. You called for me and I’m here.” He stood upright and spread his arms outwards before doing a 360-degree spin. “What do you want me to do?”

“I called for you…?”

“Yeah, you did.” Wonho started to pace around the small bedroom. He ducked down and reached for something under her bed before producing the tangled pink yarn. “With this and the candle and all.”

She clasped a hand over her mouth. And just when Wonho was expecting her to scream in terror, [Y/N] let out a squeal of glee so loud he was the one who got terrified. She ran towards him and quickly grabbed his wrist before leading him to sit on her bed. The child produced a wooden treasure chest from underneath her bed and thrusted it towards Wonho before climbing up the mattress herself. She reached for Moo-Moo, her Moomin plushie, and made it sit upright so that she, Moo-Moo, and Wonho sat in a triangle on her bed. Taking the chest from the man, she flipped the lid open and took out her tea set.

Wonho was still waiting for instructions, because that’s what they get summoned for – taking revenge on enemies, scaring off bullies, taunting teenagers to try and get high. Instead, here he was, sitting crosslegged – because “that’s the only proper way!” – on the bed, taking instructions from the eight-year-old, and occasionally taking sips from his plastic teacup.

“Hey, Wonho?” she asked after a while.

“Yeah?”

“So are you a demon?”

He choked on his imaginary Earl Grey. “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you have wings or horns?”

“Only higher-tier demons have wings, the ones who used to be angels.”

“Higher… tier?”

“Yeah, higher tier, you know… like… demon bosses.”

“But what about horns?” the girl asked, taking Moo-Moo from her spot and propping the plushie up on her lap as they both looked at Wonho.

He placed his cup and saucer down on the bed and raked his fingers through her hair. “You can’t quite see it, but it’s here. It gets hidden in my hair. Do you want to see?”

Nodding, she crawled in between his legs and carefully placed her hand a few inches above his hairline. She gasped as she felt the two protrusions from his head, making him laugh at the look on her face. If he thought it had been a good idea to tell her about it, he didn’t think so after she announced – not ask or request, but announce – that she would style his hair. And so Wonho found himself a few minutes later with Moo-Moo on his lap, his hair in asymmetrical pigtails, a sad excuse of a braid down the back of his head, and a yellow ribbon for each of his horns. Already, he can hear his friends laughing at him if ever they find out what happened to him.

Just as he was about to catch the girl and playfully scold her off for what she did to his hair, her mother called for [Y/N].

“Hey, hey,” he said, holding the child by her shoulders and staring sternly into her eyes. “You can’t tell anyone about me, you know that, right?”

Her face slipped into a frown. “But why?”

“Because if they find out, they’ll call me by my real name and then I’ll disappear.”

“But I call you by your name too. Wonho.”

“That’s not my real name,” he said, sighing. “Do you want me to disappear?”

“No,” [Y/N] replied curtly. She finally had a taste of what having a friend is like, and she wasn’t going to pass the opportunity up.

Wonho smiled. “Okay. Go have dinner.”

The girl skipped merrily up until her bedroom door, where she held onto the doorknob and gave Wonho another glance. “You won’t disappear, right? When I come back, you’ll still be here… right?”

She was sad, he knew. And so to appease her young heart, he nodded. “I promise,” the man replied, and it was enough for [Y/N] to get by.

Wonho kept his promise. In fact, he didn’t just stay until she finished dinner. He stayed for many more days after that. Because here was a human girl who needed a friend. Here was a girl who, even as she grew older, still held within her the innocence of a child.

“Hey, remember when you told me that only demon bosses have wings?” twelve-year-old [Y/N] asked one day. She was sprawled in the middle of her bed with her feet high up against the wall.

Wonho was looking out her window and busily throwing pebbles at random passerby. Sometimes he does things that were so human that she forgets he is a demon. “Yeah? What about it?”

“How do you become a demon boss?”

“I can’t be a demon boss,” he said and paused, giggling as he hid behind the wall after successfully hitting a teenager on the head. He settled on the floor with his back against the wall and counted the remaining pebbles he had in his hand. “To be a demon boss, I should have done something really bad when I was still human, like murder a hundred babies or set a school full of children on fire. Either that or I was one of the angels who followed Lucifer during the Fall.”

She pushed herself up by her elbows and sat up. “Well, what bad thing did you do when you were still human?”

“I don’t know,” he said, gaze dropping to his hands. “I’ve forgotten. I don’t remember much about being human, to be honest.”

And then he stood up, resuming his quite dangerous prank. [Y/N] didn’t prod him for his backstory further.

She did, however, ask him about other things. “Do the other demons know you’re here?”

“Of course,” he said with a scoff, and she almost hurled a pillow at the smug look on his face. “Being on earth is honestly better than being stuck in hell. Colder, too.”

“It’s literally summer.”

“Yeah, well, if you’ve been stuck in neverending fire, anywhere is colder.”

For a moment, [Y/N] paused. The only noise that could be heard in the room is the whirring of the fan as it oscillated from left to right and the occasional whistling Wonho makes when calling the attention of his victim, followed by his own hushed giggling. She couldn’t understand why, even in the middle of summer, he was wearing his leather jacket – not that he ever wore anything else.

“What do demons even eat?”

The man sighed loudly. “We eat fresh hearts.”

“Really?” the girl said incredulously, her eyes wide. “Where from? Babies? Criminals? Your own?”

“From twelve-year-olds who ask too many questions.”

At this, [Y/N] grabbed one of the pillows and hurled it towards his face. He dodged it, of course, but Wonho still wanted to get even. Laughing, he followed after her as she dashed out of her bedroom and ran towards the cramped living room. She shielded herself with one of the pillows lying on the sofa, which proved to be useless because Wonho managed to slip his hands and place them on her waist before tickling her sides. It was all in good fun; he never gets her into trouble like what other demons actually do to their poor human victims.

In fact, Wonho does the opposite – he gets her out of trouble.

For her sixteenth birthday, [Y/N] arranged a night out with her friends at a karaoke. Unlike when she was eight and friendless, she started to come out of her shell and was able to gain friends with the same interests and hobbies as her. Despite this, Wonho remained by her side. He might not be there every second of the day, but before she could even know that she needed him, he appears at just the right moment.

After singing their lungs out and eating to their hearts’ content, her friends started to leave one by one as the night wore on until, eventually, she was the only one left. [Y/N] stood outside the building with her arms crossed as she waited for a cab to pass by. The building wsa a few minutes walk to her apartment complex, but she would have to pass several dark alleys along the way and she didn’t want to risk her own safety. But as the time passes and all the cabs that would pass by seemed to be occupied, her resolve was starting to wear thin. She clutched her jacket tighter around her, slipping her hands inside the pockets, and started the short journey home.

Halfway through the walk, however, she caught sight of the huddled figures of maybe three or four men staggering towards her, causing her to freeze. And, as if he had sensed her distress, Wonho slung an arm over her shoulder, to which she almost screamed in shock.

“You have to stop doing that,” [Y/N] complained, clutching her heart.

“What?”

“Appearing all of a sudden!” she said, resuming her walk confidently now that he was by her side.

Wonho made sure to puff his chest out and pull his shoulders back to appear more buff and manly, just until the drunk group had passed them by a good few feet. “Hey, you didn’t get surprised at all when you were younger. It’s the caffeine you’re drinking, I swear. It’s making you all jittery.” And he didn’t remove his arm from where it was resting around her shoulders even when they reach her front door minutes later. It was a simple gesture, really, and a gesture that was nothing new because this was Wonho, a man she had known for half of her life, but it didn’t help that she was currently going through the awkward romantic stage like many girls her age. And it didn’t help that Wonho acted more and more like a normal human being as the years go by.

By the time she was twenty and living on her own, it felt like living in the same house with Wonho. It was different from when she was younger because her mother could come in her room anytime and Wonho would disappear in lightning speed. Now, he stayed for longer intervals. Coming home from work, [Y/N] sometimes catches him crying over the new episode of the drama he was obsessed with, wiping the windows with flannel, or even cooking bacon and eggs.

So as Wonho gets more and more humanized, she gets more and more blinded from the truth. The day she was about to tell him, no, the exact second she was about to tell him she loved him, in the middle of a variety show they both love, he silences her with a finger.

“I know. You don’t have to say it,” he said softly, lips barely moving.

Because, like how she tends to overlook his true identity, [Y/N] forgets how he could also read minds.

“We can’t do this, you know?” He kept his gaze on the TV. She did, too, no matter how badly she wanted to look at him. “I’m a demon. I may look human and kind, but it’s a shell. Every time I disappear and return to hell, I’m back to my true self. I’m damned, [Y/N]. This isn’t… this isn’t what you deserve.”

She clenched her fists tightly, the skin stretched over the bones of her knuckles, to keep herself from crying. The heartbreak came not from his rejection, but from the wrong timing of everything. Because if they’ve met in the same period when he was still alive and human, they might have had a chance.

Wonho sensed she was about to say something else and then reach out to touch him. He knew it the moment she decided to. Before she could execute her plan and afraid his bluff would waver and he might entertain her affection, which would be more painful for her, he closed his eyes and willed himself to disappear. Because demons have feelings too. And him not having the chance to confess his own feelings doesn’t make them any less real.

The demon being gone from her life for almost an entire year made the recovery a whole lot easier. [Y/N] slowly grew to accept the impossibility of their situation, and took their short separation as an opportunity to meet more people, make more friends, and take on new challenges. Wonho watched her from afar still, and only decided to make an appearance the day she started dating Minhyuk, a guy she met from work. And, as if they haven’t been separated at all, [Y/N] and Wonho returned to their old relationship, a comfortable bond that was as warm as it was innocent. Because before she fell in love with him, she was his friend first. He was her friend when nobody else wanted to be.

True friends knew each other like the back of their own hands, so as soon as [Y/N] came home from meeting with Minhyuk and introducing Wonho to her boyfriend, she sat down on the couch and sighed.

“Okay, I don’t want to be one of those annoying girlfriends who spy on their boyfriends’ phones or stalk all their friends on Facebook, but I want to know what you know about Minhyuk,” the woman said as she talked to the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

As if on cue, Wonho appeared leaning against the door. “Excuse me, I am not that kind of demon.”

“So you didn’t read his mind?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Okay, maybe I did,” the demon sighed, finally giving in.

“And? What did you find out?”

“He’s okay.”

“Okay? No weird background story I don’t know about?”

“Nope.”

“No crazy ex girlfriends I should watch out for? No criminal record?”

“Nada.”

“No stalker tendencies? No porn history?”

“Whoa– whoa let’s not go that far.” Wonho laid a hand over her head and tousled her hair, like an owner calming his pet down. “Minhyuk seems nice, okay? A little boring, maybe– Ow, goddamnit, that was my face!– but overall, he’s alright. If there was something fishy about him, I would have told you immediately.”

[Y/N] cupped either of her own cheeks with her hands and groaned. “Oh my god, that’s a relief.”

“You love him that much?” he asked, stepping aside to sit on the free space beside her.

The woman only nodded.

“Ah, look at you, all grown up and with her own friends and even a boyfriend!” He reached out once again to trap her in his hold and give her a noogie, just to annoy her to no end.

And even if she had made the same mistake once before, [Y/N] still tended to forget that he isn’t human. More than not being human, Wonho was a demon. So he stopped walking just before she could take a step into the sacred ground of the church where her groom was waiting for her by the aisle on her wedding day.

“This is it, I guess?” he said softly, almost like a whisper.

The tears felt hot against her cheeks. “But you look so good not wearing your leather jacket,” [Y/N] managed to reply in between her silent sobs as she gave his bicep a gentle squeeze. “I want you to be here still.”

“Minhyuk’s already wondering why we’re stopping,” Wonho said, his other hand trying to subtly pry her fingers off his arm. “You have to go meet him there. And then…”

“And then?”

“I can’t say I want to see you soon, because I don’t want to see you in hell. You’ll be good, right?”

[Y/N] only sobbed louder, shaking her head as she held onto him tighter. “But Wonho–”

“It’s Hoseok.”

She glared at him. “You can’t say it. Don’t make me say it. I won’t say it,” she almost furiously argues, because what kind of demon would reveal his own name?

“You have to. Come on, now,” Wonho recoiled. He took many steps back from her and braced himself for the brief flash of unbearable pain the moment she would as much as utter his name.

The woman didn’t say it at first, because the wedding was still ongoing and her groom was waiting for her. Collecting herself together, she managed to walk down the aisle without breaking into pieces because someone she dearly loved was about to disappear and it would be her fault.

Minhyuk lifted the veil slightly from her face and cupped her cheeks, suddenly worried at the endless stream of tears from her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Ho-Hoseok…” was the only thing she could muster to say, and just like that, Wonho was no more.

When he opened his eyes he was back underground. Stripped off of his human form, Hoseok scanned his surroundings. Hell was a place of punishment not in the form of never-ending hellfire. His hell, he was sure, was the eternal waiting to be summoned time and time again by people who needed someone to do their dirty business for them, and not by a girl who only wanted someone to occupy the empty seat on her fancy tea party.

[coloradohounds]

My Many Hobbies!

Omg ok so @graceking asked what all my hobbies are and it just needs its own post! XD I mean most of these aren’t really “hobbies” per say but more like, “things I do and like to do” haha.

So, like, my dogs are a hobby of course, training them, spending time, etc. One of my part-time jobs is dog walking/pet sitting so I just spend a lot of time around dogs in general! Of course dog sports are a passion as well; Agility is probably one of my biggest hobbies, and I'd love to get Chloe back into nosework if/when I can get the extra funds and time for class.

Our home is also a bit of an Urban Homestead, so while it is more of a lifestyle than a hobby, it does take a lot of time and has lots of related offshoots! We have chickens, bees, an Angora rabbit, and meat rabbits that all provide something for our homestead and livelihood! We are currently building a pen to raise goats as well, so may have some goat cuties in the next few years :) I am attempting to grow fodder as organic natural food for my rabbits and chickens (basically sprouted seeds), which is getting to be a hobby in and of itself as it takes daily watering and maintenance, I am still perfecting this XD I also garden of course; not much to do in the Winter but I have already started seedlings inside and am ramping up for planting season! I love gardening and spending time with my garden and indoor plants and herbs!

Another hobby I have is archery, both for fun as a sport and hopefully eventually for hunting, which leads to another… I’m also trying to get into hunting, to provide good ethical meat for my family. I am a first generation hunter, I don’t have any friends who hunt (besides those I’ve made since I’ve started learning), and so my journey is arduous and difficult! I am not familiar with guns at all so I’ve been trying to learn all about that as well as practice my archery to get better. I’ve gone on a few pheasant hunts thanks to invites from friends, but am trying to get the nerve/education to go on a big game hunt alone. It takes a lot of time and money to get into hunting, both in practicing and also scouting areas, getting gear, etc etc.

I also love hiking of course, I really want to do it more in general it is very important to me! My partner and I are really wanting to start backpacking as well but we definitely need to work up to that; he doesn't hike as much as I do since he works a typical 5 days/week job, and it's hard enough for us to get time to do something for a few hours let alone multi-day backpacking hikes!

Ummm let’s see, I am a professional artist but that could also be considered a hobby maybe as well as I just love drawing ;P I run two separate “businesses” in my art; pet portraits as well as furry/animal art which I attend 3-4 conventions a year to sell at so I travel sometimes to sell my wares to people and have fun at cons!

I also love to knit, and am learning to spin yarn as well (which is what my angora rabbit is for; I harvest his wool so I can eventually spin it into yarn and then knit clothing from it!). I enjoy playing games on PC or console but don’t have much time to do that anymore ^^ I enjoy the occasional game or re-playing some of my favorites over and over! I go to the Animal Rescue that I foster/work with every Wednesday to assist with their playgroup sessions as well. I used to do more there like walking and training dogs and I wish I could but I am so busy (read: have such bad time management) that I only just do playgroups now 😭 And whether or not it can be a hobby I also foster dogs for the rescue as well which I’m sure you all have noticed when I post about them haha! Oh gosh I’m probably even forgetting things uggghh but yea, life is just full of AMAZING THINGS I wish I could get into it all!! It’s so hard to balance though and I find things wax and wane based on what is really taking up my focus at that moment in time, but these things particularly I find myself coming back to continuously :)

[lynablog]

On setting goals (and not meeting all of them)

   For my birthday last year, I decided to try something new(ish). I set twenty-five goals for myself to accomplish throughout the year: some easy, ride a ferris wheel, and some hard, a 4.0 semester GPA. Historically, I’ve never been very good at meeting or even setting goals, but I found that the way I set goals for that year to be a way that I could focus on. 

  I used “S.M.A.R.T.” goals, which I’m pretty sure stands for specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and timely. I didn’t set vague goals like “read more books”, I set the goal of “read 10 book” with the deadline of my next birthday. See, for me, this method has worked incredibly well because it’s so well-defined. To explain S.M.A.R.T Goals: 

Specific - not “be better with money”, but “make a budget”

Measurable - ”10″ rather than “more”

Achievable - ”reading 200 books in a year” is specific and measurable, but not achievable

Realistic - is similar to achievable. Pick a goal that you can reasonably accomplish in the given timeframe with the resources you have or can acquire within your timeframe 

Timely - put a time limit or time frame on your goal, don’t leave it open ended because that just lets you procrastinate.

I definitely didn’t come up with SMART goals, and it didn’t make me achieve all of my goals - but it did help me focus on achieve things that I might not have otherwise. I’ll go into my goals for the last year and how I did, or didn’t, accomplish them this year. 

1. Create a personal mash-up video to “22″: So, I got excited about the song “22″ being relevant to my age. This goal did make me more inclined to film moments from my life which I think I’ll appreciate later in life, but I didn’t ultimately get around to making the mash-up video. 

2. Go to Europe: This was a little cheater goal, because I already had a study abroad to Italy planned for spring break. The trip was AWESOME though. 

3. Ride a Ferris Wheel: I had hoped to ride the London Eye on my long layover in London, but that didn’t work out and I instead rode the Wheeler Ferris Wheel with my best friend. 

4. Go to a drive-in movie: My best friend and I made a day of it with the ferris wheel. We saw the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean, much confusion was had with the radio, and there was an amazing lightening storm on the way back home. 

5. Go on a hike: This one I’m considering accomplished, but it’s not the nature hike that I intended. I hiked through Italian cities on my study abroad, hiked through Anaheim/Disneyland (nearly 30,000 steps!), and spent an afternoon at a botanical gardens.  

6. Read 10 books: Completed over the summer. I might do a list over this later.

7. Visit a museum for the day: I visited the museum in my college town for my second date with my boyfriend, and ended up being a pretty special date. I didn’t plan on this goal meaning a lot to me, but it did. 

8. See every [hometown community theatre] production: I didn’t expect to have any issue meeting this goal because I’ve seen or been in every shoe since about 2013. However, I very unexpected had my truck die and couldn’t get home for the last show of the year. I have the DVD of the production and intend on watching it over break, but I didn’t complete this goal. 

9. See a show somewhere else: I actually accomplished this several times over. I saw “Shipwrecked” and the musical I can’t remember the name in the Spring at college, Seussical and Into the Woods in local towns over the summer, “Nunsense” at the community theatre in my college town with my good friend, and a Shakespeare comedy with my boyfriend in November. 

10. Start, maybe even finish, my [two-year college’s] scrapbook. It’s been started at least. 

11. Take a dance class: I took Ballet I this fall semester - I loved dancing again, but I do not have the passion necessary for the work required in a college level dance class. 

12. Ride a train for the first time: We took a high speed train in Italy, it was a rather average experience. 

13. Get a 4.0 semester GPA: I made it out with A’s and a few B’s and somehow got into Phi Kappa Phi, but I did not get a 4.0 for either semester. 

14. Take a photo every day: There were definitely days where I counted Snapchat for this, but I do think I did it. 

15. Finish my brown journal: I was so close and wanted to push myself into finishing it off, easily accomplished. 

16. Go to a concert: Never got around to it, unfortunately. 

17. Be in a theatre production: I was a dancer in “Oklahoma” for my community theatre. Much fun was had and friends were made. I got to play “dream Laurey”, which I was thrilled to do. 

18. Learn to spin cotton into yarn: Even putting it on my goals couldn’t get this accomplished, hahe. 

19. Make two or more bones for my knitted skeleton: I started one, but didn’t finish. 

20. See a ballet: I watched “Swan Lake” for my Ballet I class, and loved the movements but the music nearly put me to sleep. 

21. Do a random act of kindness: For the Spring finals week, a few friends and I wrote encouraging notes on index cards and taped lifesavers to them for “encourage-mints”. My good friend and I handed them out in the student union around lunch on Tuesday. I enjoyed myself, I think the receivers of the notes were a little baffled. 

22. Write once a week: Between diary entries and school assignments, this was definitely accomplished. 

23. Make something I usually buy: I made a skirt during the summer. It didn’t go well. 

24. Finish a coloring book: This was far too ambitious, but I did enjoy the time I spent coloring. 

25. Participate in NaNoWriMo: I don’t think I ever surpassed 1,666 words, but I did write something. 

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Cat Puns

Catitude is everything, check the following cat puns, they are the very ones you need. Hopefully, you find them meow-nificent. And don’t forget, do you have some cat puns? Paw-lease add them in the claw-ments section below this post.

Cat Puns

Where is one place that your cat can sit, but you can’t? Your lap.

Why did the cat put oil on the mouse? Because it squeaked.

Dogs will bring you your slippers. Cats will drop a dead mouse in your slippers.

When you take them for a ride, dogs will sit on the seat next to you. Cats have to have their own private basket, or they won’t go at all.

Dogs will come when you call them. And they’ll be happy. Cats will have someone take a message and get back to you.

Dogs will play fetch with you all day long. The only thing cats will play with all day long are small rodents or bugs, preferably ones that look like they’re in pain.

Dogs will wake you up if the house is on fire. Cats will quietly sneak out the back door. Did you hear about the cat who drank 5 bowls of water? He set a new lap record.

What side of the cat has the most fur? The OUT-side.

What is a cat’s favourite car? The Catillac.

What kind of cat will keep your grass short? A Lawn Meower.

Why did the judge dismiss the entire jury made up of cats? Because each of them was guilty of purrjury.

What do you use to comb a cat? A catacomb.

Why did the cat run from the tree? Because it was afraid of the bark!

Why is it so hard for a leopard to hide? Because he’s always spotted.

What do you call a pile of kittens? a meowntain

When is a lion not a lion? When he turns into his cage!

Why don’t cats like online shopping? They prefer a cat-alogue.

What do you call a flying cat? I’m-paws-sible.

What did the cat say when he lost all his money? I’m paw!

Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of yarn? She had a litter of mittens. What do you call a lion who has eaten your mother’s sister? An aunt-eater!

What do tigers wear in bed? Stripey pyjamas!

Why did the cat wear a dress? She was feline fine.

What do you call the cat that was caught by the police? The purrpatrator.

How do you get a wet pussy? Put it in the shower.

Why did the cat put the letter “M” into the fridge? Because it turns “ice” into “mice”!

What is smarter than a talking cat? A spelling bee!

Why was the cat sitting on the computer? To keep an eye on the mouse!

What is the most breathless thing on television? The Pink Panter Show!

What did the cat say when he lost his toys? You got to be kitten me.

What is a cat’s favorite color? Purrrple!

What do you get if you cross a tiger with a kangeroo? A stripey jumper!

What do you get if you cross a chick with an alley cat? A peeping tom.

What did the alien say to the cat? Take me to your litter.

What do you get if you cross a cat with a bottle of vinegar? A sourpuss!

How are tigers like sergeants in the army? They both wear stripes!

What do you get if you cross a tiger with a sheep? A stripey sweater!

What looks like half a cat? The other half!

What was the name of the film about a killer lion that swam underwater? ‘Claws.’

If a four-legged animal is a quadruped and a two-legged animal is a biped, What’s a tiger? A stri-ped!

What do you get if you cross a tiger with a sheep? A stripey sweater!

What do you call a cat that wears make up? Glamourpuss.

What do cats like to read? Cat-alogues!

What kind of sports car does a cat drive? A Furrari. How does a lion greet the other animals in the field? ‘Pleased to eat you.’!

What do you get if you cross a tiger with a snowman? Frostbite!

What do you get when you take a Kitty Kat to the tailor? Bad Blood.

What do you call a cat that gets anything it wants? Purrr-suasive.

What do you call a cat who just ate a duck? a duck-filled platy puss.

What did the lions say to his cubs when he taught them to hunt? ‘Don’t go over the road till you see the zebra crossing.’

What is lion’s favorite food? Baked beings!

What happened when the lion ate the comedian? He felt funny!

What’s striped and bouncy? A tiger on a pogo stick!

What is the cat’s favorite TV show? The evening mews!

How can you get a set of teeth put in for free? Smack a lion!

What’s worse than raining cats and dogs? Hailing taxi cabs!

How is cat food sold? Usually purr can!

Did you hear about the cat who wanted to learn how to bark? Curiousity killed the cat.

How do the Vietnamese like their soup? Purrrrrfect.

What is a cats favorite kitchen tool? The “whisker”.

What do you call a cat that lives in an igloo? An eskimew!

What is a cats favorite book? The prince and the paw-purr.

What did the cat say to the dog? Check meow-t!

What do you call a cat on ice? One cool cat. Cat: “You’re not real!” Nyan Cat: “At least I have a sparkly rainbow butt.”

What is a cats favorite musical instrument? Purr-cussion.

What do you call a cat that can address the media? a Press Kit.

What do cats wear at night? paw-jamas!

What time is it when ten cats chase a mouse? Ten After One.

What do you call a cat that does tricks? A magic kit.

What do you call a painting of a cat? A paw-trait

What do you call a cat when it is huge? A MEOW-SIVE CAT

What do you call a cat that can’t stop licking itself? Purrr-verted.

What do you call a cat that can put together furniture from Ikea? an Assembly kit. Why did the cat go to the river? Claws it wanted to.

What’s grumpy cat’s favourite ride at Dreamworld in Australia? The Paw!

What’s the first thing you say to a cat? HELLO KITTY!

What do you need to get a fast cat to use the litter box? Quicksand.

What was the special offer at the pet store this week? Buy 1 Cat get 1 Flea!

What does a cat say when somebody steps on its tail? Me-ow!

How do you make cats furry? The spin cycle.

Did you hear about the cat that climbed the Himilayas? She was a sher-paw.

Why did the cat cross the road? It was the chicken’s day off!

Where does a cat go when he looses his tail? The retail store!

What do you call a cat that can rough the great outdoors? A survival kit.

What do you call a cat on the beach at Christmas time? Sandy Claws!

Dogs will tilt their heads and try to understand every word you say. Cats will ignore you and take a nap.

Cats look silly on a leash.

When you come home from work, your dog will be happy and lick your face. Cats will still be mad at you for leaving in the first place.

Dogs will give you unconditional love until the day they die. Cats will make you pay for every mistake you’ve ever made since the day you were born.

A dog knows when you’re sad. And he’ll try to comfort you. Cats don’t care how you feel, as long as you remember where the can opener is.

One Liner Cat Puns

You got to be kitten me right meow.

I hope it isn’t a cat-tastrophe!

This must be an ocelot of work

I’m a meow-nificent meow-sician!

LOOK! ITS RAINING MEOW-NY! (money)

This is a awkward mew-ment

That’s so a-meow-zing. (amazing)

Is it Mewsday (Tuesday) Already? Thats clawful for me…

Cat Puns Words

Amewsing = Amusing

A-paw-ling = Appalling

Be-claws = Because

Cat-ch = Catch

Cathletic = Athletic

Catsle = Castle

Cat-titude = Attitude

Catuccino = Cappuccino

Claw-ful = Awful

Claw-ments = Comments

Claw-strophobic = Claustrophobic

Claw-ver = Clever

Feline = Feeling

Furr-ever = Forever

Furr-get = Forget

Furriendship = Friendship

Furr-ious = Furious

Furr-miliar = Familiar

Furr-tunate = Fortunate

Furry = Very

Guacameowly = Guacamole

Hiss-terical = Hysterical

Hiss-tory = History

Kitten = Kidding

Litter-ally = Literally

Litter-a-ture = Literature

Lion = Lying

Lynx = Links

Meow = Now

Meow-nificent = Magnificent

Meow-velous = Marvelous

Meow-sician = Musician

Paw-don = Pardon

Paw-fer = Prefer

Paw-lease = Please

Paw-lite = Polite

Paws = Pause

Pawty = Party

Paw-sitive = Positive

Paw-some = Awesome

Pro-cat-stination = Procrastination

Purr-fect = Perfect

Purr-haps = Perhaps

Purr-illiant = Brilliant

Purr-sonal = Personal

Purr-suasion = Persuasion

Purr-thday = Birthday

Su-purr-ior = Superior

Tail = Tell/Tale

Tail-ent = Talent

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Week-End Update: January's Almost a Wrap

Geez, it seems like it was just yesterday that we were mourning the end of the holidays, but we’re already in the last few days of the first month of 2017 already. It was a fun week where we got to see some old friends and make some new ones.

Sweet little Addie, who came to us in a cast and healing from a broken leg, was finally ready for adoption and happily became a little sister to TLC alumnus Lola FKA Lois. She’s not the only one who celebrated a gotcha day this week, Amber, Blitzen (now Maulik), Boston, Copper, Duke, Jade & Tink, Jill, Laddie & Laurie were also adopted!

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Amber

Blitzen now Maulik

Boston

Copper

Duke

Jade and Tink

Jill

Laddie

Laurie

Adeline w/TLC alum Lola FKA Lois

  We have a lot of updates to share too

  Remington FKA Danny (Darby’s pup)

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Back in September, our baby was in our wedding and he was PERFECT! We also did a DNA test on him (cheek swab from Mars Vet Clinic purchased through Amazon) Turns out our little guy is half Beagle, and part American Staffordshire! Along with a small mix of other breeds from different groups. It definitely explains al of his behaviors.

  Kona FKA Nugget

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Kona is settling in very well so far. She is such a great dog, and always seems happy. I’ve also attached some pictures

  Haven (mom to Harbor, Harmony & Hope)

Doing great. Awesome dog. Fits in so well. A real lover. Loves the cats and other dog. Everyone gets along great. She plays with their son’s large puppy GSD wonderfully. Remarkable how well she fits in. She met a fox up close in the yard the other day and surprised the fox. He hasn’t been back since. She chases geese and watches the deer go thru the yard.

  Mr Darcy FKA Hummer

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Everything has been going great with Mr. Darcy (formally Hummer)! Attached are a few pictures from some of our adventures!

  MoeMoe FKA Moe

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We changed Moe’s name into Moemoe. It sounds cuter!

Moemoe is such a great boy, 8 month old and grows up to 53 lb now.

He is very smart, has learnt many tricks like sit, down, up, stand, shake hands, high five and even fake death.

He adds a lot of happiness and laughter to me and my husband. We thank your team for bringing him to our family.  

  Charlie FKA Stiles

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Charlie (fka Stiles, adopted November 2016) is the sweetest pup ever!! He has brought so much joy to my little family and is BFF’s with his big sister Bella. Thank you TLC!

  Maia FKA Dawn

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Dawn, now Maia, has adjusted beautifully! She and Raven are becoming better friends each day and Raven seems to be enjoying (or maybe just tolerating) Maia’s playful puppy behavior. We see lots of wagging tails from both of them when they interact.

  Gus FKA Mike

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Gus fits right in.

Life feels normal with him here! I almost forgot he’s so new to us. Although our day isn’t normal with the added bit of excitement and extra love/joy. Wes has made so many comments like “our dog is so mellow, aww mama I love our dog, he’s so sweet, he’s so funny, he can’t stop tickling me”, he has really taken to using commands and learning to be an alpha dog. It helps that he’s more of an alpha person than I am. And he loves having jobs.

I let Wes even hold the leash a little bit today-much earlier than I expected. But Gus really is so mellow and while he’s active he doesn’t seem to lurch.

Last night he got right into the swing-he laid by my feet while I cooked. This is good-I spend A LOT of time in the kitchen! He goes into his crate on his own. He knows where his nest is! Right now he’s asleep on the rug in the parlour while I spin yarn to knit up items for our next baby. I’m having a lovely evening with my little companion by my feet!

Here are some photos-the first one from yesterday. The rest from today. I put a handspun knit cowl on him and he posed.

Pearl

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All has been going very Well! She is settling in nicely. The only think she barked at so far was the ice cream container on the counter. 🙂

Her first visit to the vet is this Saturday. She seems to know some commands and learns quickly. Thank you for allowing her into our family.

  Ziggy FKA Theodore (Jolie & Gizmo’s pup)

Ziggy FKA Theodore

Ziggy (f/k/a Theodore of the Chipmunk pups) has made such a positive impact on our lives. We take him everywhere we travel from the shore to the mountains and even New York City. He loves everyone and every pet he meets, and we are so thankful for the love that he gives us everyday. Thank you so much to the entire team at TLC Rescue for bringing us together.

I have attached a photo of Ziggy watching the Chipmunk Pups video from TLC Rescue’s YouTube page. As you can see, Ziggy is ready to jump into the television and play with his brother Alvin and sister Eleanor. It is obvious that he misses them so much. Maybe he will reunite with them at a future TLC event…

  Gidget FKA Wanda

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Gidget’s DNA test came back and we thought everyone would be interested in what she would be. According to the wisdom panel she has four primary breeds in addition to “mixed breed”.

American Staffordshire Terrier

German Shepherd

French Bulldog

Chow chow

I’ve added a screenshot of the pedigree they sent us. The Chow chow part is still blowing our minds. She is walking a lot better on leash for us. She is proficient with Sit and Down and is learning Shake

  Gunner FKA Sneezy (Avery’s pup)

Gunner FKA Sneezy

We renamed him Gunner. Gunner is doing well. He loves playing with the kids and running in the back yard. He had his first visit to the vet, everything looked good. He just needed to be dewormed again. Our vet recommended getting him neutered at 1 year of age since he is going to be a big boy. Other wise he is doing great sleeping the whole night in his crate.

    Kimo FKA Happy (Avery’s pup)

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Happy has been renamed Kimo (after our favorite Philadelphia flyers player). He is thriving and seems to be enjoying every minute of his new home. He had his first visit with his new vet on Thur 1/19. He is growing so fast, was 20lbs at his appointment. He will be going back for shots on Feb 3rd, and once more a month after that. At that last appointment for shots we will also be doing his pre-surgery check and then scheduling to have him neutered.

We are looking into 2 local puppy kindergarten classes and will be scheduling that soon since he is 10wks old now. I am confident he will do well with that, as he has been crate and potty training great and is also starting to learn to sit when told.

It’s crazy how much he has learned and changed in 2 weeks! Thank you again for such an amazing dog…he has brought so much joy and love to our family

  Keifer FKA Kefir

Keifer FKA Kefir

Kiefer (we changed the spelling), is doing awesome! He is 26 pounds and is a very mild tempered dog so far. He loves walks around the neighborhood and has met many other dogs! He sleeps through the night and goes potty outside. He is a very smart dog and is already listening (for the most part). He sits, goes potty, down, wait, come and shakes hands. The vet says he is going well. The only issue we have had so far is ticks, but we put medicine on him and things seem to be good. Oh and he loves sticks!”

    We also received a nice pictures of Lexi Rose, Bear FKA Laker & Belle FKA Lydia, and Garth (Gaby’s Shep-Hound litter from September 2015) that were posted on FB and had a visit from Dory at today’s meet & greet!

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Bear FKA Laker Belle FKA Lydia

Bear FKA Laker Belle FKA Lydia

Bear FKA Laker Belle FKA Lydia

Garth

Lexi Rose w/BFF Joplin

Dory