#I need to do this this spring

[vivienvalentino]

— Sleeping Beauty (1959)

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. April will bring blessings.

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[frommybedroom]

pls. let’s be serious now.

you really think alice oseman, aroace alice oseman, alice oseman who has created multiple aspec characters, alice oseman who wrote an entire book where the protagonist comes to terms with the fact that she’s aroace, is going to straight-wash tori spring?

[choccy-milky]

seb meeting clora's parents (clive & margaret) for the first time🤭

they come to hogwarts due to clora being kidnapped by ranrok, so seb had to deal with them all on his own LMAO. sorry seb i just love to watch u squirm🙏😇 (from chap 28 of my fic!)

[eudaemon-m]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[copypastus]

Day 1 of @tamlinweek - Heir of Spring

I already did a family portrait for the Vanserras and was itching to draw another one. So here's a tamily picture of Spring featuring baby Tamlin.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

ladies, I need to wander despondently across a foggy moor asap

[lenreli]

Interacting with Spring throughout the game

[teddypickerry]

spring in old disney.

[lily-s-world]

There is a small part of me that feels sadness when I watch shows like XO Kitty or Heartstopper because I never had the opportunity to experience my teenage years like that - cute first loves, good friends, exploring your sexuality. All I got was family trauma and growing fast to deal with said trauma.

I'm so happy that teenagers nowadays have the opportunity to do this, but like Jonathan Bailey said about Heartstopper, it makes you mourn the years you didn't have.

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Bender was so real for this

[plushytoast]

Mark and Gemma as Orpheus and Eurydice: boring, obvious, unoriginal

Helly/Helena as Persephone/Kore, queen of the underworld but only as a prized prisoner: new, bold, fascinating

[entropy404]

as famous philosopher modern baseball once said i am in the deep end of my adolescence

[starrystevie]

this is all @wynnyfryd's fault. inspired by my own post of complaining about work.

"rough day?"

steve can't help it, okay? every time that eddie rounds the corner to the in house coffee shop with those sad brown eyes and slumped shoulders, he can't just not intervene.

eddie perks up slightly, bringing his gaze from the floor up to steve's face peering from behind the espresso maker, and his frown worsens. "you could say that."

he sounds pitiful, really he does, and it could all be an overexaggerated act but it still tugs at steve's heartstrings none the less. eddie's suit doesn't fit him, the off white theming of the hotel doesn't fit him, the fake smile he puts on for the stuck up customers doesn't fit him. how eddie ended up in the luxury hotel world, steve will never know, but the one thing he does know is-

"could a cookie make it better?"

- that eddie's eyes lighting up at the promise of a warm chocolate chip cookie makes the monotony of being in a dead end job worth it. eddie gives him a smile somewhere between watery and strained that steve takes like a punch to the heart and already has the tongs out before he gets an answer.

"i'm just feeling run down," eddie starts, the ambient coffee shop soundtrack drowned out by the convection oven whirring to life on the counter. "my whole day has been one thing after another, running into red tape and things that i can't finish and it's just ugh!"

there's a thud. steve turns around to check that his famous chocolate chip cookies aren't burning to a crisp in the warmer for one second and eddie is already throwing his head onto the counter. steve has an arm out to pull him up by the hair before he can tell himself not to. instead of giving into that thought, he slides it across the counter so when eddie picks his head up and attempts to slam it down once more, it at least has a softer cushion than granite.

"hey, quit that," he tuts out and eddie goes from bonking his head on the back of steve's hand to turning it so his cheek is resting on it instead. his big brown eyes are peering up at him at an awkward angle and his cheeks are flushed from weird blood flow and yet he's still somehow the most beautiful customer steve has ever had at his counter.

"i just don't think this job is right for me anymore, y'know?" eddie's voice is a little muffled from where the side of his face is smooshed on steve's hand and it breaks his heart in the process. with his free hand, steve turns ever so gently to grab the cookie from the oven with his tongs, plops it onto a plate on the counter and slides it in front of eddie's face.

"i think if anyone could understand not being the right fit for your job, it'd be me.

he doesn't get an answer in the verbal sense. what he gets is a kiss on the back of the hand that sparks like lighting against his skin. eddie is still slumped over on the counter, his back curled over like an uncomfortable shrimp, but he has a glimmer of something in his eyes that makes steve feel as warm as the cookie on the counter.

"thanks for the cookie," eddie mutters and steve would be lying if he said his blush didn't match the one creeping up eddie's neck. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

"yeah," he breathes back. "hopefully when neither of us need cookies to feel better."

eddie unfurls, standing up straight and taking a bite of the cookie that leaves a dab of chocolate on his lip. he swipes at it with his finger and rubs it on his too nice pants and walks away, giving steve a bashful wink over his shoulder. "it's not the cookie that makes me feel better, stevie."

[surulaulu]

Kelp forest (oc)

[lainalit]

Rhysand (about how life with Tamlin would be like): [...] stuffed you with food and made you wear fine clothes and plan [my] parties? Me: *Imagining my cute party dresses I would wear as Lady of spring* 👰💐