#ON CIDER

[julie-su]

BLAST MAN HAS BEEN CLAIMED BY ALL OF SOMERSET 🐲🎆🍎

[nutmeg-cider]

[prinnay]

Autumn

[academic-vampire]

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦

[tampire]

Niohuru X being the first to be introduced on Dragula Season 5 / Nio interacting with the past winner judges / Nio winning Dragula Season 5

[leavesandpumpkinspices]

Can’t wait for apple picking and pumpkin patches to open again 🍎🎃✨

[nikogane]

apple cider 🍎

[adoniseverywheremen]

Ryan Patrick Tift by Hard Cider NY

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[pastart]

Matias Piana by Hard Cider (2023)

[daily-deliciousness]

Baked apple cider donuts

[nutmeg-cider]

they’ll all incredibly stupid to be sure, but the difference is colin robinson holds no delusions about being the normal one. he’s the only one with true self awareness methinks

[phantomrose96]

I'm beginning the understand the brutality inherent to the human soul <- (set up some homemade fruitfly traps and felt bad about it at first but is now kinda into the sport of it)

[halfwayhearted]

Per chance it’s when spencer cuts his hair “boyband style” and when hotch says the “what did you join a boyband?” or wtv she cuts in and is like “i think it looks good.” and yk. idk actually nvm. small blurb perhaps idk.

Apple Cider — Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Summary: You happened to like his haircut.

Word Count: 270+

Disclaimer/s — Short, no use of Y/N, that’s all! :3

A/N: Boyband Spencer Reid if you can hear me, please, save us. Please, if you can hear me.

Delving into the harrowing details of a case from Boise, Idaho, about a string of missing women, was enough to make your eyebrows knit together and your lips press into a tight line.

“They went missing roughly two months apart,” the blonde, known as Jennifer Jareau—JJ—trailed off, her gaze briefly shifting to something, or in this case, someone. “Well, hello.”

Following her line of sight, you glanced over and met Spencer's eyes before your stare traveled up to his new and improved hair.

His hair. Once long, now short.

And did he look good.

A profound silence envelops the room, as he pulls out his chair and slumps into it, his lips curving into that all-too-familiar tight-lipped smile. He didn’t want to discuss it and instead chose to concentrate on what was displayed on the screen.

Until Hotch decided to open his mouth.

The man with a neutral expression looked over at him, then asked, “What, did you join a boyband?”

With that, everyone seated around the round table either let out a hearty laugh or a smile, their eyes twinkling with amusement. They watched him intently as his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth opening and closing while he struggled to find the right words, before finally settling on a, “No.”

Sensing his mild embarrassment, you hummed softly and cut in, “I think it looks good.”

Silence.

You can visibly see the tips of his ears flushing with a rosy red tint, causing you to smile. He sends you a grateful nod and a quiet, “Thank you,” when Emily transitions the conversation back to the topic of the case.

He would need a moment to calm down.

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[zoeyhorse]

Hi! I LOVE your startrix and twixie art so much. If you’re still taking requests, can we get some startwixie?

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