#Maple 🍁

[queenimmadolla]

the tiktok of magnussen’s toddler demanding he go sign a fan’s autograph book and then blowing the fan a kiss when they say thank you is so maple coded, it hurts.

can see her doing that when daddy takes her along after playing a concert or a set and reader is letting her toddle about, watching to make sure she doesn’t stray near the fan barriers where rockstar!eddie and the rest of corroded coffin are signing autographs.

and maple notices daddy and her uncles are on the other side of the crowd now, but there’s a big girl waving around a book where daddy just was!!!!! daddy forgot her!!!

and maple just thinks, that’s okay, i’ll go get daddy for you! 🫡

and she hurries over to her dad, yanking at his pants and pointing over to the fan as she tries to physically pull him over. eddie is so amused with maple, but he knows she’s a demanding girl and he honestly didn’t mean to overlook that fan so he’s righting his wrongs and heading back over to sign her autograph book.

when he leaves, maple trailing after him—and you watching the whole exchange while trying not to squeal into your hands at how cute your little girl is—the fan yells out a thank you to maple, and you’ve taught her to blow kisses whenever she’s waving goodbye, so that’s what she does, blows the fans her kisses and waves her little hands before she’s toddling after daddy with mom right on her heels.

[the-joy-team]

Final Flame

*Just behind the small stage where awards were announced was a tall pile of wood, approximately fifteen feet in diameter with a space in the center to conserve wood while still making it wide enough for a large crowd. There were two smaller bonfires to be lit on either side farther away so that if winners wanted to migrate, they could. In the spaces between the three fires were two Joy Team™️ tents that were already handing out s’more making packs, hot dogs and skewers.*

“Okay Terry, time to do your thing!” -🐭

“I- I can’t!” -🐲

“Terry… what do you mean you can’t? We specifically left the lighters at the office because you said you could!” -🐭

“I always sneeze because of Maple’s perfume! I’m allergic to it!” -🐲

“And you couldn’t have told me this an hour ago???” -🐭

“Hey why isn’t there a fire yet-” -✨

“WE’RE WORKING ON IT ELLEN!!” -🐭

“Hey, so Emily was asking what the hold up was, what should we tell her?” -🍁

“Ah- ah- ACHOOOO!” *🔥🔥🔥* -🐲

“Ooooookay that solves that! Thank you!” -🍁

“Maple, how about you go down with Terry and light the other fires, hmm? I need a break.” -🐭

“And a therapist.” -✨

“Sounds good! Go team!” -🍁

[t0bi44]

Maple 🍁 trees are so beautiful this time of year!

Maple leaves turn red in the fall because of anthocyanin, an antioxidant pigment that's produced when chlorophyll breaks down: Weather- Cool nights and warm days create the ideal conditions for anthocyanin production. The cool nights prevent sugars from moving out of the leaves, and the bright light helps the sugars form anthocyanin. As the days get shorter in the fall, chlorophyll production decreases, making other pigments visible.

[dabeastme]

MAPLE CREAM OREO : food review

[pearl-blue-musings]

hihii <33 popping in 4 wine night ^___^

chara: kaveh or tighnari !!

fave drink: hot cocoa or vodka cran

something that brings comfort: movie watching!!

suggestive?: yes pls (if you're up 4 it/if it fits!!)

Hi maple!!! I’m so so so so sorry I’m getting to this late I’m a mess but I have a wonderful idea for this!!!

Living in Mondstadt has been a dream of yours and you’re excited to be here. It is lonely, but you can’t help but be excited for the next time you see your lover. He’s always busy and doesn’t have access to technology like you do, so he always writes you letters.

Hello my love,

The air in Avidya forest has been clearing up since the cleaning of Irminsul that it’s now breathable. Not like it wasn’t before, but Collei has been recovering so I base some things around that. She misses you by the way, wants you to come visit us. But I told her it wasn’t a good idea considering the work you have to do and how busy I am. We’d barely have time for each other.

I barely have time for you now.

It’s depressing I must admit, but Cyno has been keeping me company. As you know, I have been visiting the Akedmiya more often so I’ve had more time to see him as well as Kaveh and Alhaitham. You remember them right? Alhaitham resigned as the acting grand sage which makes sense regarding his temperament. You would have invigorating conversations with him. But don’t have too much fun, I still get jealous.

You’re not even here and I’m getting jealous over some made up scenario. I do truly miss you, but being a Forest Ranger takes up all my time. I’m doing what I can to get Collei up to my level so I can take breaks and see you. It would be wonderful for us to travel together and I can’t wait for that day to come. I love you so much, and when I see you maybe I’ll find a new flower species to give you.

All my love,

Tighnari

P.S., you’re drinking a vodka cranberry while watching a movie aren’t you? I’d expect nothing less from you. Can’t wait to cuddle up with you.

[aspens-dragons]

that is. as the kids say.

very slay

yeah i love my wife hes great <3

[pearlgisa]

it's been eons since I've talked to you but how are you doing omg

omg hiii maple 💖

it's been a hot minute since we spoke but I'm doing okay, caught up in exams atm and just life in general. hbu??

[sakkiichi]

Hey Aya,

I've seen a lot of people get burnt out from genshin, but that's totally fine! You don't need to be obliged to like it/play it because at the end of the day, it's just a game

Your well being is the priority, so don't worry about it!

i still hold the game in a fond place of my heart, and i love the characters, especially kazuha, i’ll always, always adore him… it’s just i’m not feeling like actually playing lately </3

maybe i just need some time off from it ! thank you for your kind words and support, dear, mwah 💕

[maplecornia]

TAG GAMEZ

tagged by @soobisms tysm for the tag 'thena! it feels like it's been years since I've been active on here but glad to see my moots still lurking >:)

currently reading :: a whole bunch of webtoons plus a recent markhyuck smau on twitter from @/tinymahaes (like it literally DOES NOT have a name 😭)

fav color :: purple and RAINBOW but also green has started to grow on me ngl

last movie :: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban 💔 I'm doing the marathon again

last song :: lotto by exo...there's something so immaculate about this song that just makes you want to BUST IT DOWN

tagging :: @hyuckworld @hoonbear @soobmint @enhafika + plus anyone else who wants to do it ^^

[guzmapkmn-archive]

ooooh ummmmmm 7 and 40 for the spotify wrapped thing! :0 (hope u are having a good day! <3)

7. Take me with you by secondhand serenade

40. Tenshi no clover by more more jump!/divela

[jaeyunverse]

HIE i've been so chronically offline on tumblr BUT JUST WANTED TO POP IN AND SAY ILYYYYY

HI MAPLEEEE it has been so long omg 😭 i don’t think i’ve caught you online on the server in a while too rip 💔 ILY TOO I HOPE U’VE BEEN GOOD :’))

[queenimmadolla]

I haven’t mentioned it yet but Jonathan and Nancy have their first born (a girl, Laurie) just before Maple is born and i can’t stop imagining the cute little baby photoshoots Jonathan has for them—whenever Reader and Eddie take the kids back to Indiana—in their poofy little dresses, frilly baby socks with big bows on their heads as the babies fumble around and interact with each other.

It’s the first time Maple is encountering another baby and it’s so obvious they like each other, even though Laurie has to be stopped numerous times when it looks like she’s trying to eat Maple’s face (she’s got no teeth, so it’s harmless), and Maple likes to pull at Laurie’s hair because it’s her new interest, along with anything shiny things (it’s NOT harmless, Laurie wails, you try to stop Maple every time while she’s all :D and Eddie sympathizes with Laurie because he’s had Maple yank enough hair off his head to make a wig with).

[the-joy-team]

What would your Pokémon team look like?

“We all decided to pick one Pokémon to represent ourselves. Here is our team:

Penelope- Tandemaus

Ellen- Iron Valiant

Duckton- Psyduck

Terry- Charizard

Maple- Stantler

Chad- Machamp” -🐭

[chloeworships]

I am THRILLED!! Thank you to our government and Mr. PM because wow 😮 🇨🇦

God knew what they were up to and then I found this 👀⤵️😮😅

PS. I did see there was some division amongst Iran and the Taliban. I also saw “PM” and I heard that had something to do with the “Presidents”. This was a message of discontent on Twitter. Not sure why Iran would be upset with the Taliban but maybe someone else will know who is well versed in these affairs. They were quite “vocal” about it.

Now that I think deeper about this, the “maple” leaf is Canada’s symbol on our flag which is double confirmation of Iran’s “plans”.

🇨🇦🍁

As I finished typing this I heard “killings”. Lawd have mercyyyyyyyyyyy

😳

This is BIG. A major blow to Iran.

I hope the families who lost their loved ones due to the IRGC feel vindicated.

UPDATE:

[queenimmadolla]

it is!! omg this is giving me such pennyverse vibes, love me som rockstar!dad!eddie ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

maple running out to hug her dad and then running back to mom, ducking between security’s legs after they chase

I saw this tweet, and it just got me thinking about rockstar!eddie being a dad and having his little one rushing on stage to see him.

Also, I'm not great with making gifs still, so ignore the terrible quality.

[razrbladekiss]

MAPLE HAZEL | Joel Miller

SUMMARY: he’s grumpy, and you’ve got enough happiness for the pair of you. you visit joel’s little coffee shop every morning, and he can’t deny that he enjoys the monotony of life with you the other side of his counter.

PAIRING: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: inspired by lorelai gilmore and luke danes, so with that info do what you will. this is full on golden retriever x black cat realness. fluffy. banter-y. dialogue-y. joel is grumpy but he’s sexy so we don’t mind. enjoy, my besties. not sure if i’ll do a part two, but i’ll let you know in due time, of course.🍁🫶🏻

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s like he’s moving from muscle memory. Putting down a cinnamon roll and maple hazel latte—with two extra shots of espresso—in front of the third purple stool at his counter, is almost ingrained into his brain. He wonders if one day you’ll ever take him by surprise and order pancakes, or a chai tea.

And you will. Just not today.

“Cinnamon roll, please!” You call from the door as you bumble over the threshold, fighting with the belt loop on your coat that’s gotten stuck on a brassy handle for the third time this morning.

“Already one step ahead of ‘ya.” Joel gestures to the breakfast spread at the wooden bar, and you smile.

Despite being a closed-off, stupid-person-hating, placid-at-times, grumpy old man, you can’t help admitting that you enjoy Joel’s company and general presence in your life.

His shop appeared on Birch Grove one sunny Saturday morning about three years ago, and you haven’t skipped a day since. Aside from Christmas Day, you have religiously sat at Joel’s counter and shared the trials and tribulations of life in Dallas as an overzealous twenty-something every single day.

He’s a great listener. Or, at least, you think that he is. He never interrupts you, or speaks over you. Joel always lends an ear to listen, even if he doesn’t always say all that much in response to whatever it is that you’re elucidating or complaining about.

“Thank you.” Breathlessly, you say. You take a seat and dump your purse onto the counter. “Got a busy day today. I’ve got a meeting, and I’m meeting Maria for lunch, and I’ve got a date—“

Joel’s face heats up. He turns to face you, striving to stay indifferent.

“A date?” Nonchalant, he asks. He slings a dish-cloth over his shoulder, and lifts a brow. “Does this man know that he’s going on a date with you?”

You make a face while stuffing a fork-full of pastry into your mouth. He’s so smug. With his stupid flannel and stupid little hat, you just want to rip the complacency from his lips. But he’s a good man. Just likes to try and take you down a few pegs.

But he can’t. Because you’re stubborn. And a little annoying.

“No, I just thought that I’d show up at his house in the middle of the night—because I’ve followed him home from work a few times and know where he lives—and rip him right out of his bed just like the troll that Danny Devito plays in Its Always Sunny.”

Joel let’s out a little laugh, not bothering to argue that what you had just told him didn’t actually happen in that episode, but finding it funny nonetheless.

He nods his head to you. “What’s his name?”

“Marcus.” Exaggerating your heart-eyed gaze, you tell him. “I met him at Costco—“

“Ah, Costco. Where every great love story starts. First you’re bulk-buying toilet paper, the next you’re sharing a dollar fifty hot dog—“

“Ha ha, Joel, you’re soooo funny.”

“I try.” He says, flippant, pouring coffee into another customer’s cup when they appear at the counter for a refill. He lifts the carafe and gestures to your almost-empty mug. “Want another?”

Your gaze is set on your wristwatch. It’s seven twenty-nine, and you need to be at work for nine thirty. Mentally you strive to figure out how much more time you can spend at the cafe, before you’re having to leave to get there on time.

“Is it maple hazel flavored?”

Joel tilts his head, glaring at you.

You swig the dregs of latte in your mug, and then push the polka-dot ceramic across to him. “Please.” You say, shyly.

Joel busies himself with customers, and general business-owner things for a few minutes while you finish your cinnamon roll and coffee. You can’t help watching him.

Because he’s great. He’s very caring—though extremely stern at times—and you know that if you’re having a bad day, Joel is only a two minute and thirteen second walk away.

He feels the same, too. Kind of. He knows that you’ll be sauntering into his shop at some point every day, and finds himself looking forward to seeing your wide-eyed gaze and larger-than-life smile.

And though he won’t admit it in so many words, Joel has a soft spot for you. It hasn’t always been apparent—he thought that you were utterly insufferable and obsessive when he first met you—but he can’t deny the fact that his life would be very dull without you.

Even if you do have a tendency to try to get underneath his skin.

“Are you dating, Joel?”

He rolls his eyes.

“What? It’s a very normal question to ask somebody that hasn’t been in a serious relationship for an entire twelve months.”

He pulls the cloth from his shoulder and wipes at his hands. “You and I both know that I ain’t got no interest in settlin’ down with anyone. Not yet, anyway.”

“You were willing to with Tess.” Pushing things a little, you say. You lift the coffee mug to your lips when Joel opens his mouth to chastise you, but he can’t.

He can’t because you’re right. He can’t because he wanted to, once upon a time. Before Tess walked out of his life—not long after you started frequenting his shop—he wanted it all. A wife, kids, the white picket fence that his parents had back in Austin when he was a kid.

But it doesn’t always work out that way, and Joel has learned to live with the idea that if it’s too good to be true, then it most likely is.

“I can set you up with someone—“

“Not happening.” He says. “Last time you sent me on a blind date, the girl asked me if I was into pegging.”

You giggle. “Well? Are you—“

Joel says your name, glaring pointedly.

“Sorry.” Instinctively, your lips are set into a straight line. “But I can totally do better, this time. I know this girl—she works at this law firm—and—“

“Not interested.”

“Okay.” You smile, tight-lipped. You lift your mug, striving for your third cup of coffee this morning.

Joel pours the liquid gold into the cup, before he’s telling you that he’s not going to be giving you another for fear of you ricocheting off of each wall in his place.

“You’ll turn into a cup ‘a coffee one day.”

Nodding—with a completely content smile—you say; “least I’ll be happy.”

“You’re always happy.” Joel mithers to himself, turning away. It’s one thing that he admires about you, though loathes at the same time.

Endless optimism and positivity is only something that he can long for, because he’s simply not capable of it. It baffles him how you are, especially when he’s—on occasion—so rude to you. So miserable, and cold, and completely undeserving of your friendship.

He likes that you’re so forgiving. That—even after he accidentally offended you last summer when making a comment about your then boyfriend—you can never hold a grudge, especially when it comes to him.

Because you both hold one another on a pedestal so high, neither can seem to do anything to tear themselves down. And Joel really enjoys your daily routine. That’s why he’s never not in the shop.

“You got any weekend plans?”

“Never do.”

You stretch out your arms—intertwining your fingers as you do to make them click—and offer a small smile when he cringes.

“You wanna catch a movie?” Shirking the idea that you have a date tonight—with a man who you really aren’t all that interested in, you’re just being nice—you propose.

Joel’s heart starts to beat at a tempo that’s noticeably quicker than usual. Not a lot, but it’s certainly faster.

“I think that the theatre downtown is showing the original Beetlejuice, on Saturday.”

He nods, approving. “I—uh—I’ll have to get someone to cover—“

“I’m sure you can ask your brother. Or maybe Maria?”

“I ‘spose.” Reluctant, he says. “But what about Michael? What if he wants a second date?”

“Well, his name is Marcus. And if he wants a second date—which I doubt he will—then he’ll just have to live with the fact that I have plans with a friend on Saturday night.”

He hopes that you can’t see him blush.

“Won’t it be weird?”

“Why?”

“We hardly speak outside of the shop.”

“God, Joel.” You throw your head back, laughing. “We’re the same people wherever we are. And we’re going to the movies—not a lot of talking takes place there, hon.”

His nostrils flare at your sarcasm, but mainly at the little pet name. Joel knows that you’re sweet—that you often use those terms of endearment when speaking with those that you care about—but it does something to him.

Something that he does not like.

“You can either come, or stay here and be miserable because you have no social life, or no girlfriend, or no other friends aside from me, your brother, and your brother’s wife—“

“Alright, fine.” Joel stops your miniature hate-train, and puts his hands against the counter. Your eyes zone in on the veins embellished within tan skin—how prominent they are when he’s fronting irritation—and let out a small sigh.

He’d be a lot more handsome if he smiled more, you think.

“So.” You paw at your purse, pulling it off the wood. “I’ll let you know what time the showing is, and we can make plans around that.”

Joel rounds the island and follows you as you pad toward the door, veritably sweating. “Plans?” He asks. “You never said nothin’ ‘bout plans. I thought we were just gonna catch a movie?”

“We are.” You tell him. “But we need to buy snacks, and grab dinner before we go—“

“Now you’re just describing a date.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m describing hanging out with a friend, Joel.”

“A friend?”

“An acquaintance…?” Testing the waters, you ask. Your eyes squint a bit, awaiting his retort.

But he just smiles.

“A friend.”

You smile back. Bigger.

“Perfect.” Your purse is slinging over your shoulder, and you pull your jacket to close so that the darned loops don’t get stuck on the door handle. Again. “I can’t wait.”

“It’ll be…nice.”

“Jeez, Joel. At least try to sound enthused.”

His hands shoot up in defense. “I am. Just have a hard time showin’ it.”

Your head nods. “I know. I’m only kidding. It’s nobody’s fault that you’re the human equivalent of Oscar The Grouch—“

“Alright, get out.” He holds open the door for you, smiling tight-lipped as he watches you leave. “Enjoy your meeting. And your lunch. And your date.”

You chuckle, thanking him with another bright smile.

“See you in the morning, Joel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You step onto the sidewalk—that’s festooned with red and orange leaves as the tree above starts to shed its skin—turning to wave at him. “See ‘ya, kiddo.”