#THANK YOU MARI... AAH THIS IS ADORABLE

[miraculous-ladybug-bitches]

You’ll Come Running Back (to me)

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he responds, sitting down next to her. They were sitting on the ledge of the astronomy tower, and she laced her fingers through his.

“I can’t believe we’ll be done with school soon.”

“Me neither,” he says, leaning against her softly. She weaves her fingers through his hair, and he practically purrs.

“Time really flies, huh?”

***

Year One: Great Hall, Sorting

“Adrien Agreste!” the Headmistress calls. He gives Marinette a nervous look before hopping up to the stool where the Sorting Hat was waiting for him.

It pushes for a moment, then: “Hufflepuff!”

This comes as somewhat of a shock, at least to anyone who didn’t know him personally- as the heir of two purebloods who were esteemed tailors, and had their wa y into the Ministry, everyone thought that he would be in Slytherin, just like his ancestors before him. To Marinette, though, it was obvious. Adrien was a kindred soul, much like his own mother, and he was hardworking.

“Alya Cesaire!” is called a few people later. Marinette squeezes her friends’ hand before Alya walks up to the stool, somewhat confidently (though Marinette knee that most of it was pure bravado). The hat barely touches her head.

“Gryffindor!” Alya grins before walking over to the Gryffindor table. Marinette waves, then proceeds to zone out until her name is called.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette walks up to the stool, hoping that she appears calm and relaxed to anyone watching.

‘Hmm,’ the Hat says to her in her head, ‘a kind soul, though brave when faced with challenges. Strong, and a thirst for intelligence, but ambitious and clever. A difficult one, indeed, though my choice is clear.’

“Slytherin!” Marinette smiles and waves to Nino in the hoarde of people. She walks over to the Slytherin table and watches as Nino walks up soon after.

The hat stalls for a few moments- if Marinette had to guess, between Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. And surely, a few moments later:

“Hufflepuff!”

She watches him make his way across the room and sit down next to Adrien.

***

Year Two: Hallway

“Hey! Alya, wait up!” Marinette calls to her. Alya stops, and turns around to see who was calling her. She brightens when she sees Marinette.

“Hey, girl, it’s been a while!” she says as she links their arms together, after Marinette catches up to her.

She smiles. “Yeah. What’ve you been doing? Has your class started doing your Patronuses? The professor said that our class would start next week since we’re so ‘rowdy’ or whatever.”

“Yeah! We started yesterday, and so far I’ve only been able to produce some light, but sometimes I can see the shadow of an animal! I think it’s a fox.”

“Cool!”

“So have you seen the boys recently?” Alya asks. The smile fades from Marinette’s face.

“I saw Adrien last week and we talked for a while, but Nino’s only getting around to approaching me again. I think that he still thinks that because I’m a Slytherin I’ve turned evil? I dunno.”

Alya sighs, “Yeah. I talked to him a little while ago, and he told me that he was uncomfortable with the people you hang out with or something.”

Marinette frowns. “I bet he’s talking about Chloe. She was a brat when we were younger, but she has changed. And besides, who else am I supposed to hang out with from my house and year? It’s not like there’re that many of us.”

Alya laughs. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I tried to hang out with Alix and Kim, but they’re too competitive, so I found a friend a year above me. She’s really nice. And besides, Chloe’s definitely not the worst you could do- like, you could hang out with Lila,” she says, the name hissed like a curse.

“Speaking of, there she is. I should go before she starts saying how she talked to the Minister or some bullshit.”

“Bye!” Alya falls as Marinette practically sprints down the hall.

***

Year Three: Library

“Hi,” Marinette says quietly, walking behind Nino. He practically jumps out of his chair. “How are you?”

“Oh, hi, Mari,” he responds, relaxing slightly. “I’m good.”

“What class are you studying for?” she asks as she sits down across from him, pulling out her own textbook, parchment, quill and ink pot.

“Divination, you?” She finishes setting her stuff up and looks back at him.

“Defense,” she responds, “I kinda suck at it though. Can you help me?”

He nods. They spend hours poring over textbooks together before the librarian tells everyone that the library would be closed soon.

“Hey, Nino?” Marinette asks as they walk together. He faces her. “Yeah?”

“Are you still scared I’ll turn evil?”

He laughs. “Merlin, no. Not anymore, at least. And you have Adrien to thank for that.”

She relaxes, and her grip on her books loosens slightly.

“That’s good. I’m not going to go evil, I promise,” she says, then, joking: “maybe my housemates will drive me insane, though.”

He laughs with her, and once they go their separate ways, Marinette knows that she can finally sleep in peace.

***

Year Four: Slytherin Common Room

“Marinette! Have you seen my boots? The new ones my daddy got from Paris?” Chloe asks as she lays down on the sofa across from her.

Marinette raises an eyebrow. “No. But I did hear Lila saying something about-”

She doesn’t even finish before Chloe gets up again and power walks to the girl’s dorms.

“Lila! Did you take my fucking shoes?” she hears after the stomping ceases.

“No! I didn’t, I swear! I was with Prince Ali all weekend in Paris, I couldn’t have possibly taken your boots!”

Marinette rolls her eyes before turning back to her book. Lila was a liar and everyone knew it. Salazar, Marinette had Floo’d him yesterday. She sure as hell knew that Lila wasn’t with Ali.

“Shut your lying bitch-ass up. Give me my boots back.”

Marinette can just imagine what’s happening in the other room- Chloe has Lila by her shirt, sneering at her, and Lila makes some stupid excuse.

She grins when she hears Lila scream then cry- it was probably bad that she enjoyed it, but Lila needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

A few minutes later, she sees Chloe emerge victoriously with a pair of boots in her hand.

“Bitch said she was in Paris, but she was actually in a muggle town all weekend.”

Marinette looks at her curiously. “How’d you get her to spill?”

“I told her that if she didn’t tell me herself, I would reveal some of the blackmail I have on her or I'd give her Verisiterum.”

Marinette smirks. “You, Chlo, are the true Slytherin heir.”

Chloe flounces her hair. “Why, thank you.”

***

Year Five: Greenhouse, Herbology Class

“Adri, would you pass me that bit of Devil’s Snare?” she asks him.

“Sure,” he says, handing it to her. She reaches for it, but instead of taking it, it takes her hand. It then reaches for Adrien’s, and now both of them are entangled.

“Professor!” Adrien calls. She ignores him, busy with another student. Adrien trues to pull his hand out, but this only serves to make it even more tangled.

“Adrien, stop it! Don’t pull, it’ll only make it worse.”

She can feel his hand through the plant, and smirking, she entertained her fingers with his. He immediately blushes.

“What’s this? Agreste heir gets embarrassed because a girl held his hand? How scandalous,” Marinette says in false mockery. She practically gufffaws when she sees the blush go deeper, to his neck and ears.

“Mari! Stop it,” he whines pitifully.

She calculates his expression. “Hmm, let me think: no.”

He whines, “Mari.”

“No,” she grins wickedly, and she starts to tickle his hand; an odd weakness that she never knew she’d need.

He pushes down his laughter, which only succeeds in turning him more red.

“Professor!” he calls again, his voice breathy and choked with laughter. She doesn’t stop, and their professor doesn’t seem to her him.

“Professor!” He practically shouts, and she finally looks at them as the class goes quiet.

“Uh, we’re stuck. Could you help us?” he asks awkwardly, blush intensifying even more under the scrutiny of their classmates.

“I’ll be there in a moment, dear,” she says, and the class resumes their chatter.

“How would you feel if I told you that I knew how to get out of it the whole time?”

***

Year Six: Potions Classroom

“Stir three times counterclockwise, then let it simmer for five minutes,” Nino reads from the board. Adrien nods as Marinette drops the ingredients in one by one.

“Nino,” Marinette starts, and he groans.

“Stop right there. I know that voice. You’re going to convince me to do something stupid and despite being you two’s impulse control, we’re going to do it anyways.”

Marinette grins. “You know me so well.”

-

“I knew it. I knew this was a bad idea, why did I agree to this?” Nino laments as he watches Adrien, Alya and Marinette brew the mixture.

“We’re going to get caught and then we’ll have to clean the cauldrons for the rest of term,” he warns, but Adrien keeps stirring.

“Relax a little, will you? It’ll be fine, babe,” Alya says to her boyfriend dismissively.

-

A month later, after finishing the mandrake leaf, the four of them meet at the base of the Forbidden Forest.

“Alright, everybody, let’s go!” Marinette says, and they all transform. Alya goes first, and they all ooh and aah at the beautiful fox that appears in her place.

Then goes Nino, who’s Animagus is a huge tortoise. Adrien snickers behind his hand, and Marinette glares at him.

Adrien goes next, and his form is a tiny black kitten. Marinette reaches down to pet him.

“You’re adorable,” she coos, somewhat condescending.

She transforms last, into a small ladybug, and finds she can fly.

They all transform back. “Well, that was enlightening,” Nino says deadpan.

Adrien laughs. “Yeah, because you turned into a fucking turtle!”

Alya snickers. Nino pouts.

“Aww, it’s okay, babe. If we go out on a run together, I’ll be sure to walk next to you instead of running.”

Marinette guffaws.

***

Year Seven: Astronomy Tower, present day

“Time flies, but it’s on our side,” she tells him, and Marinette leans in.

The stars shine bright, that night.

[lunanoirre]

Episodes 9 and 10

(actually reviewed, no seriously I’m back—)

Ok!

I am back!

Though, I’m going to do something a little different when compared to what I’ve been doing with my other reviews of episodes.

Since I have to rewatch these two to get myself back upto speed, I’m going to jot down my thoughts, live, as I go along!

It’s something I see pretty commonly among this and many other fanbases, so I’m gonna give it a shot!

I hope my raw reactions get at least a fraction of the laughs they give me.

Episode 9:

This is a weird place to start my thoughts, but I do like how relevant the recaps are. I got used to anime, where they tend to recap entire SEASONS for no reason.

Of course it’s a single mom with only young children moving into the Winchester’s childhood house.

“The chair”.... no chair is gonna stop spirits in your closet, hunny

And of course, the chair is moving. Aaaand mom’s in the basement. Cool !!

Why did John leave a box of keepsakes in THAT HOUSE ???????????? Especially pictures, jesus christ, those are always known to have supernatural links

What the hell is that flaming mass in the closet.

Ok, how the hell did Sam match his tree drawing to the tree in the photo—

“Why would you think that?” “Uh—... I jus-Uhm-“ valid point, good job Sammy

Seeing Sam so distraught is honestly really heartbreaking.

Why did Dean say he would never go back ...? I mean, I get it, trauma, but... Dean doesn’t seem the type to avoid that kinda thing.

Did they... Teleport back to Kansas?

I love how Sam immediately destroyed Dean’s lie—

They said the little girl’s name twice, and I did not understand it either time.

Y’know, Dean looks really upset to be there, and I am not liking that.

How is this mom not suspicious of how anxious Sam and Dean were acting—

Sam is NEVER this anxious, holy shit-

“I remember the fire.... the heat.... then I carried you out the front door.” Y... yeah, you were like, what, four? Of course you don’t remember much, Dean

Why is their dad so awful .

AW..,,, DEAN?????

HE’S SO AFRAID WTF

calling John again though. ugh.

Oh. Plumbing. I remember how this went, and I still hate that cymbols monkey.

y’know, garbage disposals are not blenders.

When I watched this with my dad, he also commented that it’s common practice to UNPLUG the disposal before fishing out of it—

Of course John was a marine.

Aah!!! Miss Missouri!!! I loved her!

She is such a comforting lady, I love her VOICE

Tfw she already knows their names

I want her to be my mom. The way she talks to them is so sweet

Dean has seen enough bullshit to not doubt psychics at this point, smh

I just remembered how this episode ends.

Oh, the ghost broke the playpen! Time to fridge the baby !

Why would the kid climb into the fridge at all though?

Thank god they brought Miss Missouri, or else this mom would not trust them ONE bit.

Throwing shade at Dean? Hell yeah.

Oh. Great, not the same demon. Cool

DEAN, DON’T TASTE THE PURIFYING HERBS.

How does no one hear the bullshit behind them???????? Opening drawers, sliding cords, dressers???

Why does everyone like to strangle Sam?

Ow. That light hurt.

“This is all over.”

And then it wasn’t.

Ooh, free earthquake simulator! Don’t even have to leave the bed!

I can’t tell if it’s “Jenny” or “Jinny”.

Ooh, creepy ass flame monster!

And then Sam was taken away.

Watching Dean bang on the door makes me feel much safer in regards to my break-in fears. That shit is LOUD

Mummy Winchester was the flame all alooooong!

These boys really do deserve better, holy shit...

Man, sad that Sam got to meet Mary for the first time as a flame spirit.

How.... did Sam obtain the powers of a medium?

Aw, Dean got the pics back

I’m... How the hell do spirits destroy themselves??? That still makes no sense

Wow. John’s such an asshole.

HE WAS IN THE TOWN AT THE SAME TIME ????????? THAT JERK! WTF.

Thank you, Miss Missouri, for saying what we’re all thinking.

“Not until I know the truth”— yeah, we get it. stop.

Episode 10:

Oh yeah, the asylum. This one isn’t that notable, I remember.

As someone who is neurodivergent, asylums in horror REALLY bug me, but I’m glad that this story turns things on its head.

Why does the anger give the possessed victims nosebleeds?

Ohhhhhh, their dad WAS in Cali.

I wish their dad was dead, instead of toying with them so damn much.

Yes, Dad wants you to work a job because he’s horrid.

I hate that Dean follows it so willingly, but I know that he’s just... looking for ways to please his dad.

Oh my god, they just pulled off a stunt to get the officer’s trust—

Why would you willingly want to explore an asylum? I just really don’t get the thrill.

I get certain “strange vibes” like Sam. But... I often mistake anxiety attacks as that sense, so it’s not that accurate.

Dean.... Dean.... Dean,,

He is in HARD denial about their dumbass dad.

I would be ASHAMED to be the son of someone who worked in an old asylum.

Sam is such a bad liar.

That was such a tease, I was hoping to hear Sam’s actual thoughts on Dean :c

As much as I adore my girlfriend, I would shit my pants if she brought me to an abandoned asylum as a “date”. Haunted house? I’d consider. Just not—.... condemned places are really, really creepy.

Here come the BOYS.

Spn’s editing really does creep me out sometimes. That spirit in the straitjacket, eughfhf...

I really do love that the asylum patients’ ghosts are peaceful. At least this show knows that none of this is their fault.

DEAN. Literally he JUST said to listen to horror movies, and then he just SPLITS UP—

Sam’s powers are kinda odd, but that’s ok.

How did Sam fall for that fake call.

And why does Sam go through the door that opened by itself? He should KNOW BETTER.

Dean calling him Sammy tho...

Good. Bad “doctor” is the villain.

Y’know, weaponizing normal, brotherly anger isn’t funny.

There’s the good little soldier line!!!

I SAW Sam’s brows crease in “wait, what?” when handed the real gun

*whispers* “Sorry, Sammy.”

Does—... Does Dean just use sea salt??

Thanks, Doc, for making a plasma ball in my mouth.

All these near-death experiences are gonna cause some REAL trauma.

Is it just me, or does Jensen have some really pretty eyelashes?

Ah, Christ, here we go—

I hate. Their dad. Already.

Ok, turns out I actually remembered more than I thought I would.

And! I actually watched episode 11. I just... forgot.

Anyway, my next post will have episode 11’s review, along with 12 and maybe 13.

I hope their dad isn’t as bad as I think he is so far...

[whirlybirbs]

Ok ok hear me out, so we know Arthur reads Miss Turner’s journal but what if Miss Turner gets her hands on Arthur’s?

a/n: oh god i gave myself a cavity writing this. it’s long, it aches. arthur takes miss turner fishing. she catches him drawing her. they make a deal, he reads her journal. this is pure romance, folks. a slow burn. it hurts. here’s the masterlist!

He’s gone for two whole days.

Two. Only two. 

But, with the way Miss Grimshaw’s been harping on you and the other girls, you can’t help but feel like it’s been a damn week. You swear your fingers are worked to the bone from the amount of stitching, washing and cooking you’ve been doing. 

It’s early evening when Arthur returns to camp from the hunting trip (alongside Lenny and Bill and Charles with a boar on each horse). He gives you a good excuse to get out for a while -- Miss Grimshaw and Dutch and Hosea don’t ask questions when it comes to the blonde outlaw. It’s just... one of those things. They trust Arthur.

Bill nudges Lenny. They’d joked on the trip how Miss Turner was makin’ Arthur soft. This is a show of it. 

“Please tell me you’re not sick ‘n’ tired of the great outdoors just yet, Mr. Morgan.”

The sound of your voice meets his ears and Arthur can’t help but grin; he moves slowly, then, lifting the bounty of the hunt from Sugarcube’s saddle and sparing you an amused look. 

“An’ if I am?”

“I’ll drown myself in the lake.”

Oh, you are quick.

He laughs -- loud and true -- and strides over to drop the carcass by Pearson’s butcher’s block. The tenderloin will make good stew. Lenny and Bill smirk at the way you watch him, enjoying the fact they’re right -- no amount of denying can hide the way Arthur brightens with you by his side. 

He leans, propping himself against the table and folding his arms. “Why?”

“Fishing.”

“Fishing.”

You roll your eyes at him, slapping his bicep in good-humor. “Jack was sayin’ how good of a teacher you are --”

“Oh,” Arthur croons, “Was he now?”

“-- And I would love to learn how.”

Arthur grins, looking mischievous. He kicks off from the table, pulling a sigh and trying to make it seem like this isn’t the nicest thing in the world -- a pretty girl like you, seeking him out for some alone time and treating him like he’s some sought after company. He tries to hide his cards, hide the pep in his step.

Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen can see it from a mile away.

“They didn’t teach you fishing in those high-society classes a’ yours?”

“Oh,” you chirp, “Yes, fishing and hunting were right alongside piano an’ singing.”

“Singin’?”

His brows quirk. He turns, walking backwards towards Sugarcube with an piqued interest. Blue eyes scale your face. You’ve gone sheepish. It’s rather adorable.

You clamp your mouth shut, averting your gaze. “I didn’t --”

“An’ piano -- my, my, you really are a lady --”

You shove him backwards with a blooming smile on your face, earning a deep laugh from the outlaw as he nears his horse. The Palamino Thoroughbred whinnies, bowing her head up and down in greeting. You pat her muzzle gently, cooing a bit as Arthur moves to his satchel. 

“I’ve got an extra pole you can use,” he says, “C’mon, then, daylights wastin’.”

He offers a hand, hoisting you up as you swing to sit side-saddle. He’s up in-front of you in a flash, spurs tinkering as he urges Sugarcube into a light trot. Your arms snake around his waist, palms resting against the curve of his sides. His gun holsters rattle at the pace.

You prop your chin up on his shoulder.

“Miss Grimshaw keepin’ y’ busy?” 

His voice resounds through him, deep and warm, and you can feel it in your chest. It’s satisfying.

“I would be lyin’ if I said she wasn’t the reason I wanted to get away --”

“And here I was, thinkin’ y’ wanted t’ spend some time with little ol’ me.”

You cop a grin. “You aren’t my type, remember, Arthur?”

You can feel the way his laugh rattles his ribs. His smile is contagious. The sun is still hanging in the sky, when you come to rest at a spot away from camp on the lake. The water is dancing with a yellowish-blue from the clouds above and you’re content to just... be. 

“C’mon, then. Time t’ put you t’ work.”

You grin, happily accepting his hand and hopping off of Sugarcube. 

“Now, fair warning --”

“You aren’t much of a fisherman?” you chirp, quirking a brow, “Dutch told me.”

Arthur suddenly goes sheepish, cheeks striking a rosy color as he grumbles and itches the back of his neck -- that damn story of him, twenty-one and lying about catching three, huge large-mouthed bass for dinner (when really he’d just gone and bought them) has continued to haunt him for the last fifteen years. You, though, seem to get a kick out of it and fall into a spur of giggles.

He wonders what the hell else Dutch has told you.

“Yea, yea,” he rumbles, “I was young --”

“Mhm,” you say, taking the offered pole from him, “Go ahead, make some more excuses --”

Arthur shakes his head, laughing. “You keep that up, I’m gunna have t’ ask you t’ sing.”

“Just because I had lessons,” you say as you venture closer to the water, “Doesn’t mean I was any good.”

“Fair enough... I’m still gunna make y’ sing.”

“If I’ve had a drink,” you raise a finger, “Then, maybe.”

“My, the fair lady drinks?” he chirps, “Jus’ when I’d thought I’d seen it all.”

You shove his shoulder, rolling your eyes as he moves to settle the tackle box between you both. He bends, groaning a bit, before clicking open the latch and beginning to dig through the baits. After a moment, he finally finds the container he was looking for.

Scrawled across the top reads ‘live worms’. 

You pull a face.

Arthur cracks open the container and snags his pole, straddling it between his legs and snagging the line between his fingers.

“Hold this...” he blinks up at you, “What?”

“They’re... oh, god, they’re wriggling.”

Arthur swears you’re the cutest damn thing alive -- he’d kiss you if he had the courage. Instead, he grins and shakes his head. He reaches in, moving to tie the worm around his hook before taking the container from your hands and snapping it shut.

“I’ll show you,” he says, “Then, you can have at it, alrigh’?”

And so he does. He casts the reel with a long throw and you watch, listening to the fweeeeeeeeeep, plunk! of the bait flying out and hitting the water. It’s nice -- quiet and peaceful and calm. Then, his rod pulls.

He reels in the fish and holds it up. 

“If it’s small, you can just...” he tosses the fish, “Let ‘em go.”

You fumble at first; the worm slips from the hook a few times while you try and skewer it -- and the first cast you have is atrocious. You nearly take Arthur out with your whipping of the pole. But, with a well-guided hand, Arthur pulls your arm back and shows you the right way to cast. 

You try to ignore how close you are, back pressed right to his chest.

He wanders off after that, leaving you to wiggle the pole every now and again and reel in and cast out. You lose yourself in thought for a bit, focused on the feeling of the rod in your hands and the breeze coming through. 

The sun has started to set in the west, painting the sky and lake all kind of shades of citrine and rose. The world has a rose-tinted glow at this hour. The rustling of the leaves on the trees is like a lullaby and on the far end of the lakeside, you can see a family of white-tailed deer grazing happily.

The buck raises it’s head and you smile.

It’s moments like these that make you thankful for leaving home behind. Some days, it hurts. But, out here -- free and true, you remember how nice it is to just breathe and be and live. No money, no rules, no manners. Just... the wild.

You turn your head, catching Arthur Morgan mid-study.

He ducks his eyes immediately, caught in the act of sketching you -- from his perch on the rock to your right, he quickly moves to snap close the new leather-bound journal you’d given him earlier in the week. 

“Mr. Morgan --”

“No, no,” he says, dropping his pencil into his shirt pocket, “Don’t you start --”

You reel in, propping up the rod on a nearby rock and abandoning it for his sheepish look -- he tosses his head back, sighing loudly; you grin, eyes on fire with something dizzying. You climb onto the rock beside him, leaning to try and snag the journal quickly -- but Arthur is fast and he knows this game. After all, he’d pulled the same trick on you all those weeks ago to read your journal.

“Aah, aah, ah.”

“Let me see.”

“No,” he rumbles, “It’s my journal. I’ll draw whatever the hell I please.”

“... You were drawin’ me.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs, leaning back as you reach again, “An’ you ain’t gonna see it.”

Courage surges in your chest. Rumor had it Arthur was a bit of an artist around camp. You’d spotted him here and there scribbling in that journal. You’d always assumed it was chicken-scratch. But... with the way he’d just been looking at you... that was a practiced look. 

You hold your breath.

And then it all rushes out.

“How about -- if you let me see it, I’ll let you read any page from mine,” you say slowly, “Anything is fair game -- Though my poems aren’t very good.”

“... Poems?”

Consider his curiosity piqued. 

You stick your hand out.

Arthur blinks.

“Deal?”

“Christ, sure, alrigh’.”

It’s childish, he knows, but it fills his chest with an exciting buzz that he hasn’t felt in a long time. This little game -- a tit for tat -- has his hands sweating a bit as he shakes your hand under the setting sun and -- reluctantly -- pulls open his journal and flips to the most recent spread.

He hands you the journal and your jaw drops.

To say he’s good... well, that wouldn’t do his skill justice. He’s wonderful -- and the full page sketch of you fishing has your heart hammering all the way back to camp. He’s captured you in an idyllic way, hair braided and hat hanging low; the caption beside it reads your initials with a faint heart beside them. The page opposite has a few smaller sketches -- of Sugarcube, of a boar, of a few flowers, all accompanied by the flourished script of his handwriting. 

It’s beautiful.

It’s art.

“... It’s not th’ best I’ve ever done --”

You gawk, a breathless laugh whisked from your chest as you blink up at him beside you. You cradle the journal with a newfound sense of treasure. 

When you meet his gaze, you’re speechless.

You just... flounder, a bit like a fish, for a moment.

“No one’s ever... drawn me before.”

It’s all you can say. The gesture of him going so far as to make you a home in his personal journal... is awfully romantic.

Arthur swallows, taking the journal from you and fishing the pencil from his pocket in a way that screams urgency -- his cheeks has gone rosy from the attention and he can’t help but drop his gaze from yours.

It’s like staring into the sun.

“I... I could finish it if you’d like,” he says slowly, “You can have it.”

“... Really?”

“I have others -- I mean, in... uh, I have other drawings.... in my other journal --”

“Of me...?”

You damn fool, Arthur Morgan!

He gawks. “Uh... Well...”

You can’t help the hopelessly sweet look that blooms on your face. Gently, you urge him on, hand meeting his wrist as he tries to figure out the right words to say.

“...You do, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he says, quickly changing the subject and breaking the moment to spare his heart, “But, I believe you have yer end of th’ deal to keep, Miss Turner.”

As he turns back to his sketching, you laugh and stand -- Sugarcube has your satchel in one of her saddle bags and you make quirk work on digging out your own journal from the depths. It’s nearly full, pages tattered and weathered from it’s use. It’s smaller than Arthur’s, not as thick, but the pages are teeming with content in delicate script.

Arthur’s shading is cut short by your return to the rock.

You offer him the notebook, eyes set ahead of you.

“One page,” you say, raising a finger, “You get to read one page.”

Arthur’s signature boyish grin is back, blooming as he tucks his pencil between the pages of his journal and sets it on the rock behind him. He takes your journal gingerly, thumb gracing your name engraved on the front of it. Immediately, a pressed flower falls out the front.

It’s lilac.

He hands it your way and your fingers brush like the kiss of a match.

Blue eyes dart to yours, measuring the sheepishness on your face. 

You’re not surprised when his fingers flip to the most recent entry, written four days ago -- the night after you and him had righted your wrongs on the ride into Rhodes. It’s almost like he knows the writing there will bloom the same amount of anxiousness your admiring of his sketches did. 

He clears his throat and you cry, throwing your hands over your face.

“Oh god, no, Arthur, don’t read it out loud --”

“ -- It was worth it, the anxiety of tucking a whole journal under by sleeve in that market stall in Saint Denis. I’ve never stolen a damn thing in my life. But, Mr. Morgan deserves something good. He smiled, big and wholesome and warm, when I gave it to him and I think that’s how I like him best; he tries so hard to be bitter, not realizing how easily me and the rest of the camp would kill to see him smile like that again --”

You lunge, hands pulling the journal from him as you shriek: “One page!”

Arthur’s face is split into one of those earth-shattering grins, one that you try your best to remember, when you snatch the journal from him -- your face is flooded with embarrassment, wishing maybe he’d picked a more poetic paragraph to read. You try and brace for the jeers, but instead, he drops his head and nods. 

A beat of silence.

Your words settle neatly against his ribs. 

“You mean that?”

“... Well, yes,” you breathe, clutching the notebook close to your heart, “Every word.”

“...You’ve never stolen?” he says after a beat, face screwed up, “... Ever?”

“... God, Arthur,” you cry, laughing loudly and shoving his arm, “That’s what you --- That is the one thing you focus on?!”

He grins again, chuckling at your reaction -- his ability to not make you feel like a fool is astounding. For a few moments, you both just sit there, basking in the glow of one another under the sunset. The clouds have turned inky purple in the wake of the sharing, breeze turning cooler off the lake as the camp’s fires begin to glow in the early evening light. 

He’s a coward, though, and as much as Arthur Morgan wants to kiss you under the blinking stars, he doesn’t.

Instead, he hops down from the rock and offers you a hand; ever the gentleman.

“Best we head back t’ camp,” he drawls, “It’s nearly supper time.”

You nod, noting the permanent smile on his face. “Miss Grimshaw’s probably wondering where her favorite laundry girl went.”

Arthur gathers the fishing equipment and you tuck both of your journals back into Sugarcube’s satchels. Upon packing up, Arthur offers a hand again and you find yourself sitting side-saddle as he hauls himself upwards. 

Your hold on him is bit more confident, now. 

Your nose brushes his shoulder. Arthur’s hand pats yours on his hip. 

“Arthur?”

“Yea?”

“... Thanks for drawin’ me.”

You can’t see his face. He’s thankful. His smile is lovesick.

[gansey-just-gansey]

Under the Needle part Ten

This is the end! Thank you to @octoberczerny for being my personal cheerleader and beta reader!

“Last session, huh?” Matthew asked, bouncing along the sidewalk with Ronan and Gansey.

“Yeah, finally.” It was Friday. Ronan had to skip a class to make it on time to the appointment, but it was the last one and Matthew was visiting, so he felt it justified. And he would be free to officially ask Adam out at last.

Since the day Adam had taken the bandage off Ronan's tattoo, Adam had been getting braver in showing his attraction. For three days afterward, Adam had demanded Ronan not wear his shirt in the shop in order to “let the tattoo breathe because I know you're not fucking doing it when you're not here, Lynch” and had then openly stared at Ronan's chest when he wasn't tattooing. In his down time he was often tucked into Ronan's side or playing with his hands, which never failed to stop Ronan's heart. He also checked the tattoo at least every other day to make sure it was healing correctly and to help put lotion on it because “fuck, Ronan, you're letting it dry out, do I need to do everything for you, shithead?”. Apparently, “yes, Parrish, that'd actually be really fucking helpful” was not the correct answer to that.

They made it into the shop just as Adam was putting the tattoo gun down. Gansey went straight for Blue and Matthew went to high five Noah. Noah started showing Matthew his new designs he hoped to put on Matthew one day. Adam was working on the woman with the black hair again. When she looked up and saw Ronan, he winked at her again. Adam shot him a look as he rang her up and took her card. She left quietly this time, without another look at Ronan. Blue laughed as the woman went, hiding it in a cough.

“All right, Lynch, you're up,” Adam called from his station. Ronan went over to the tattoo chair, already taking his shirt off on his way. Matthew followed him, and Noah followed Matthew. Adam looked over Ronan's tattoo with a critical eye. “Actually, I think we might have to wait another week, it's not healed properly yet.”

“What?” Panic shot through Ronan. He didn't think he could take an extra week of this impossible game he and Adam were playing. “No, we're supposed to finish it today. What's wrong with it?”

“Kidding,” Adam laughed, Matthew and Noah joining in. Ronan scowled. Adam reached forward and rubbed the frown from between Ronan's eyebrows, smiling hugely.

“Careful, Parrish,” Ronan muttered.

“All right, let's get this going,” Adam sat down and leaned the chair back so Ronan could lay face down on it, turning his face toward Adam. He started up the machine, starting to shade the bottom third of Ronan's back. After a while, Matthew and Noah grew bored and made their way back to Noah's station to throw tattoo ideas for Matthew back and forth. “They're cute,” Adam nodded his head toward the younger boys.

“Yeah, adorable,” Ronan said, grinding his teeth as Adam made the first of many passes over his spine. “Noah better not be a heartbreaker, because lately Matthew has already been talking about coming to William and Mary next year.”

“Good for him. He wants to be just like his big brother.” Ronan rolled his eyes but didn't respond.

As more of the tattoo was filled out and came closer to being done, the others started to come hang around by Ronan to watch as it was finished, occasionally commenting on how well done it was. Adam remained completely focused, never taking his eyes off his work, and Ronan never took his eyes off Adam. He loved watching Adam in his element.

Three and a half hours later, they were finally completely done. “Go check it out in the mirror,” Adam said proudly, handing Ronan the hand held mirror. He went over to the large mirror on the wall and looked at the completed tattoo.

“Damn, Parrish,” Ronan breathed. It looked exactly as it had in Adam's sketchbook. “It's perfect.”

“Thanks,” Adam said, snapping off the black latex gloves.

Everyone crowded around Ronan, oohing and aahing over his tattoo. Ronan let them admire it for a minute before shooing them off so he could follow Adam, where he had gone into one of the back rooms.

“Hey, what do I owe you this time?” Ronan asked when he reached the supply room.

“Oh, let's call it eight. The card reader is in the front room.” Adam started to go around Ronan, but Ronan stopped him with a hand on his chest. He pulled out his wallet and counted out ten bills, handing them over without looking away from Adam's brilliant blue eyes. Adam folded up and tucked away the bills without bothering to count them.

“So-”

Ronan stopped Adam's words with his mouth on his, the hand that had previously rested on Adam's chest balling up the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer. Adam broke the kiss first.

“We can't.”

“What?” Ronan demanded.

“It hasn't been six weeks. We have to wait until it heals and you're not a client anymore.”

Ronan let out a pained groan. “You're fucking with me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I'm fucking with you,” Adam said.

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. “You little shit.” Adam laughed, which was cut off by Ronan's mouth on his once more. Adam's arms went around Ronan's neck and Ronan's hands stayed firmly on Adam's hips, pulling him closer, almost bending Adam backwards with how hard he was kissing him. Adam made a small noise that Ronan would've killed just to hear again as Ronan pulled away, only to nip along Adam's jaw line. “You almost had me there,” Ronan murmured into his ear. He reached one hand up and tangled his fingers in Adam's hair, tugging it slightly to make Adam look Ronan in the eye before dipping down to suck on his Adam's apple.

Adam pulled away suddenly, a wild look in his eyes. He pulled Ronan by the hand out to the front room. “Blue- cash out. Noah, I need you to close tonight,” he said in a clipped tone, dropping the cash Ronan had given him on the front desk. Ronan scrambled to get his shirt on as Adam started pulling him toward the door.

“Matthew, stay with Gansey,” Ronan shouted over his shoulder as Adam pulled him from the building, much to everyone's laughter.

Adam half dragged Ronan down the street, in the opposite direction from Ronan's dorm room.

“Where are we going?” Ronan asked.

“My place. You're going to make up for all these weeks of teasing me.”

“Anything for you, Parrish.”

[punkenglishnerd]

here's for the ask you recently reblogged! 1, 30, 37, and 85 please! thank you love 🌹 also, I adore your blog!

Aah sorry I didn’t see this earlier!! Thank you so much for your kind words!!

1. What is you middle name? Mary. But on my social media I put my middle name as Kiyoko which is not my legal middle name; it’s my Japanese name.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I answered this question here

37. Favorite swear word? I answered this question here

85. What color is your eyes? My eyes are hazel! They’re a really unique color of hazel, like light brown with flecks of gold and green. I’ve gotten so many compliments on my eyes over the years, oftentimes from strangers. Lots of Asian people compliment my eyes bc they’re not used to seeing an Asian person with light eyes like me. Here’s a picture of my eye that my sister took with a macro lens:

Get to know me uncomfortably well

[moonraccoon-exe]

Hi moon;; I'm Marysia, the stupid brat that commented three times the last chapter of your ff. I'm so sorry that you've been attacked in that way and I'm sorry if my comments disturbed you too. I really didn't want to hurt you, I know you need time to update but really I just can't wait to read more. I'm sorry because I commented on the story right before the other guy and I'm afraid that you may be upset with me too. I'm sorry, I know you need time I'm just so impatient;; (sorry for my english)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MARY PAPAYA GAYA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ahahaha, aah, I’m sorry, you have such a pretty and catchy username, I had to say it aloud ( ´ ▽ ` )

But seriously, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MARYSIA MY DEAREST MY LOVELIEST MY SWEETEST MY KINDEST, NOOOOOOOOO

*HUGS YOU*

*WRAPS YOU IN A WARM BLANKET*

I’M NOT UPSET WITH YOU IN ANY WAY OR SENSE OR FORM OR SHAPE, NOOOO

Please please please, don’t feel bad, Marysia, my dearest, nooooo!! I’ll feel TERRIBLE and horrible if I know you feel bad, no, please don’t feel that way!

You’re not a stupid brat, and you didn’t upset me, and no- JUST NO TO ALL OF THIS ASK, NO

YOU ARE A LOVELY AND WONDERFUL CREATURE AND I L O V E YOUR COMMENTS

So what if you commented 3 times? You want to know a secret? I LOVED IT! I loved it so much, so so so amazingly, incredibly MUCH, you have no idea!!!

I was on a horrible block for chapter 27, and then you left that first comment? That comment alone inspired me to open some Beauty and the Beast music on Youtube,and I wrote down (you won’t believe it), 9,000 WORDS FOR THE STORY!! Almost the whole chapter, in one go, thanks to you!! Thanks to you and your wonderful comment!!

The only reason I didn’t answer that day was because I wanted to reply the same day that I posted. I still plan to do it, that’s why I haven’t replied to the first comment you left; because I know that you get the update in your mail, but I also want to tell you  myself when it’s up. :)

And maybe you haven’t seen my reply on AO3 to one of the comments, but I’m actually writing thinking about you and your precious comments.

They were such a boost to me, you have no idea. They motivated and still motivate me. I was discouraged by the mean comment, but yours? Yours is what keeps me going. It was what told me “It really is worth it, Raccoon, look at how excited this person is for you to continue!!”

So I’m writing thinking about you. 

You’re constantly leaving precious comments, and you have no idea how much they encourage me and motivate me and keep me going. I would be nowhere without the comments of people like you!

And you like the story so much, and so sincerely, and with so much excitement, I can’t help but feel the same excitement and open the document and write all those 12,000 words that I need to write. When I say thank you, I mean it as in more than just for the comment; I say thank you to people like you because it’s people like you, it’s YOU, who give me reasons to continue!!

I would have dropped the story long ago if it wasn’t because of your unconditional, incredible, beautiful support and your very kind words, my dear. So if this story keeps going, it’s partly because of and for you :)

So:

1. You’re not a stupid brat. On the opposite, you’re a WONDERFUL reader, who I constantly think about to motivate me, and I ADORE YOU. We don’t speak much but you’re so AMAZINGLY nice and so sweet with me, I’m excited, super, super excited and soooooooooooo happy, so so so so HAPPY, excited and happy and I feel so much JOY whenever I see your name in the comment section. It’s one of the names I often really, really, really hope I will see, because I want to make YOU happy and I want to see if YOU liked the chapter! I think about specifically YOU among a couple others when I update, so no stupid brat; you’re an ANGEL!!

2. Your comments didn’t disturb me in any way. On the literal opposite, they gave me boost and motivation to write 10,000 words of the 12,000 or 13,000 they are. You and two comments alone wrote the entire chapter 27 and you should know that and be happy

3. You didn’t hurt me!! As I’ve said, and I repeat, on the opposite!! It was YOU who fixed what the other person said!! I read their comment and felt bad, but then I read yours, and everything was okay again. It was partly because of you that that mean comment didn’t upset me too much; because I remembered that one mean comment can’t compare to all the others that you’ve given me with so much love and excitement. They can’t compare.

4. It’s not your fault ot have commented after that other person!! It’s not like just because you commented, they decided to do it too. I’m sure they didn’t even look at the other comments! Really, it’s not your fault. It’s unrelated and you weren’t involved in any way, it just happened that you left a comment and someone kilometers away and unaware of your comment decided to leave a comment too, and it just happened that one arrived after thhe other, but really, it’s not like it was on purpose or like it was your fault. Leave it; don’t apologize for what others do. 

I’m not upset at you and you have nothing to be blamed for, so please don’t feel bad about it. Please.

Thank you IMMENSELY for dropping by, though. You didn’t need to, but it was still nice that you left this ask only because that way I can tell you it’s not your fault and I’m not mad at you! ON THE OPPOSITE, YOU SWEET ANGEL!

Really. Please. Seriously, I ask you from the bottom of my heart, don’t feel bad about it. Don’t be sad, please, please, I beg of you. Please.

[This got a bit long so I will put a read more line here, buddy. Forgive me, and I hope you don’t mind!]

You didn’t upset me and I’m not upset at you in any way! On the opposite. I won’t get tired of saying it; you were and are my boost and motivation, I could never be disturbed by what you say. Never.

Have you read the comments you leave me? How could I ever be angry at those? They’re always so full of love, with hearts, they’re always so cheerful and so dear. They’re fuel to me; they keep me going. They make my day every day. I can’t put into words how much your comments mean to me.

I shouldn’t be saying this because I value and treasure all my readers for that particular story, but…you are one of my favorite readers, hahaha!! (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

But really. I mean that. I’m serious about that.

Only with your comments, you show…so much. Only with your comments I can see and feel how you feel about the story; you have such a HUGE and sincere excitement about it, you’re probably the person that’s the happiest about it and you’re probably the one that loves it the most, and who is happiest when I update, the most excited while reading.

You read the story with so much passion, with so much joy, you read the fic with so much true and huge and sincere excitement, it blows my mind! I can’t believe there’s someone that likes the story as much as you do. And that was my purpose all along.

You have no idea how it feels that someone feels so excited about it and likes it as much as you do. No idea. You’re one of my favorite readers because you’re so excited about it and you like it so much, it moves me, it touches my heart. This is the reason I write; you and people like you. It makes no sense to write for no audience, and a quiet audience is not the same.

But you? You read it with so much excitement and passion, all that I want is to post the next chapter so you can have it, and so that I can see that excitement going through you. I may not visually see it, but I can feel it in your comments, and that, my friend, is my most valued treasure; your sincerity and your amazing excitement.

When I post a chapter, I’m always hoping that, among a couple others, I see YOUR name in the comment section. I love that you like the story, I love to read your reactions, I love you as a reader because you’re one of my main columns of support and motivation. This story couldn’t have existed without the support of many, you included, and you in one of the main places!!

Buddy, I’m writing this chapter for you. This specific chapter for you, because of your 2 comments (they were 2, not 3, don’t worry :) ) and the effect they had on me. They reminded me there’s someone out there that is waiting excitedly for the next part, and it motivates me to finish it!

So no worries. Please, I beg of you with everything I have, don’t feel sad or bad and don’t think I’m upset at you or that I ever was. On the oposite!! 

YOU KEEP ME GOING! ❤

Thank you so much for your unconditional support, buddy! Chapter 27 is going in the making for you, and thanks to you!!

Don’t worry about your english, it’s GREAT!! (°▽°)

Really, buddy. No worries about it. Forget about that mean comment, okay? It has nothing to do with you and it’s not your fault and just know that I love your comments!!

Thank you for reading this story, it means so much more to me than you understand!!

Thank you for liking it so much!

Thank you for your WONDERFUL comments, I treasure every single one of them!

Andthank you so much for giving me the motivation I needed for the next chapter! I’m only some words away of finishing, I hope to update it soon, and it will be for you!!

THANK YOU!!

I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL day or night, my dearest!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Also, is that you on your profile photo? Besides a wonderful and sweet reader, YOU’RE SUPER BEAUTIFUL!! And so talented and skilled for cosplay!!

WOW!

A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL, MASTER OF COSPLAY, IS READING MY STORY AND LIKING IT!!!!!!

I AM SO HAPPY AND SO HONORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! o(>ω

[uwulix]

hello

It’s midnight and since i’m feeling soft i’ll just rant about how much i love my mutuals

Prepare for cringe and a lot of “I love yous”

(also i’m writing this on my phone and i’d much rather put a read more or whatever it’s called option i’m sorry it’s late i can’t function and this will probably be the longest post i’ve ever made)

and also the bolding and italics mean nothing it’s for decoration only so if i forgot to put it somewhere i’m sorry it means nothing ajsks and it’s also not in a particular order i love you all equally💕

💌

@seouljinn JAEEEE my bub omfndjsjdj where do I get started I’m pretty sure I talk to you every day and I generally love talking to you and I can’t quite fit into words HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND WISH YOU TO BE HAPPY AND YOU’RE AN ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING💓

💌

@likem8stopprocrastinating ALLY ugh I love talking to you and you’re so special and beautiful AND AND you’re one of the first people I talked to on here and the timezones are messed up sjsjs but I really love you so much and I hope you’re happy💚

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@strayedtoofar CHARLOTTE you’re absolutely amazing and incredibe and I want to thank you so much because before you talked to me I was too scared too approach anyone but you messaged me and I really appreciate talking to you and I love you💝

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@stray-keeds-in-yo ALI my dear cult buddy I love you so much and I wish we could meet one day and actually make a cult with our satanic dolls and rats and I appreciate you so so much🖤

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@s0ftminho MARIA MY LOVE I love you so much and I never get bored of talking with you you’re an absolute sweetheart and I love you so much aND AND I LOVE YOU❤

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@kim-squishmin DAWN aah you’re such an amazing person and sweet and caring :’( I love you so much and I crack up at your quotes also Flopsy is the cutest bunny ever 💜

💌

@ch1ms FAE we started talking a short time ago but you’re amazing?? And I love you?? And I’d love to talk to you more??💙

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@memelordfelix Z OH MY GOD I love you sooo soooo much and love talking to you jajsjsjs also i know i’m late but congratulations on you and dino getting married 💛

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@hey-hey-chan KRIS ngl at first I was lowkey intimidated by you before I first started talking to you BUT then I realized you’re just a small fluffbal and ily💘

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@felixdabs LUIZA MULTITALENTED QUEEN I didn’t talk to you in a while but I love your blog and you’re a VERY nice and wonderful person and I love you💗

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@strayboys PHOEBE ugh you’re too positive and happy for your own good istg you’re such a sunshine and you SPREAD POSITIVITY EVERYWHERE and i love you💛

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@seobangchan I have nothing to say except that I hope the Jaegoat is doing well and that the goats will rise along with our cult 💛

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@minboondles RACHEL aah I remember you helping me and calming me down when I has to recite that stupid poem which I DIDN’T sadly and that meant so much to me and I really hope we talk more in the future💟

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@pwark-jisung LAURA. You’re my whole world I love you so much Yuta does too and I love our small conversations jajyjsjsb you’re amazing and ily💝

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@hyucksmay MAY HONEY I love you so much and you’re just precious and I want to talk more with you and I love you so does Hyuck❤

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@felixmahdork LOU ajsjsjjs you told me you were intimidated by me and I’m still sad about that and i lowkey wanted to message you before but i was too shy sjsjsj ily🖤

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@busanjeongin AAH CHEWY We didn’t talk that much but I’d honestly love to talk to you more aksksk💟

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@seungjilix MARI we also didn’t talk that much but I’d love to because you seem so fun and ADORABLE and ajsjsj💝

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@pleasantsandwichfan SIMRAH WE ARE THE DANCING LEGENDS aah I swear I could talk to you for hours?!?!? Also I hope you’re asLEEP and I love you so much💘

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@cocacolamemebois LAUREN we also started talking not so long ago but I’ve been stalking you for a long time and decided to approach you and no I’m not a creep 💖

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@concerned-canadian LUCY ajsjjsja YOU TALENTED LITTLE CREATURE i love you so much and i’d love to talk to you more💕

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@astraykidsdaydream KAITLIN jajsjsj I love your writing you’re so talented!! Again, I’d loce to talk to you more and get to know you💟

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@9straysunflowers DANIIII we also didn’t talk that much but I’d love to!💟

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@goddamngyu ESTHER MY FRIEND kskdkd I love talking to you and you’re generally funny a walking meme I say and I love you💖

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@strayykiddos ELISA aah hajdjsh I love you so much and If things don’t work out for me I’m flying over and we’re making a small café in the middle of France

OKAY so it’s 1.50am now and this took me an HOUR and more to write,,, but I want you all to know that I love you so soo much and that you mean the world to me and that I’m lucky to have you in my life!💕💕

Even if we’re not mutuals, feel free to message me and talk to me or tell me about your day!!

Some blogs I’d love to talk to but am lowkey too shy to:

@1longassride @straycuties @tuandidas @officialchangbin @pinkchangbin @itsmeflora @whos-brian @straykidszodiac @a-hoe-for-felix-freckles @ohmyspearb @stray-kids-stuff @straykiddosmom @9equals1 ignore this please

[osakaso5]

Yuki Mechanical Lullaby Rabbit TV Part 1: Dissen's Gift

Part 2 | Part 3

Clang clang

Dissen: Hello.

Meir: Welcome! Ah, hello, Mr. Dissen.

Dissen: Here, I brought you these.

Meir: And these are..?

Dissen: The edible plants we talked about.

Meir: Huh! You can eat these leaves?

Dissen: Yep. They're really tasty. Personally,  I recommend making a soup out of them.

Meir: Hmm. A soup. ... Wait, you cook too!?

Dissen: Do I look like the type that doesn't? You're not wrong.

Dissen: I ask Novem to cook for me. I couldn't make anything tasty by myself.

Meir: Mr. Novem can cook even though he's an engineer? That's incredible.

Dissen: He's probably not as skilled as you, since cooking is your duty.

Meir: I hope so...

Dissen: It's rare to see a robot doll with as little confidence in his duty as you.

Dissen: The reason I came here today was to eat your cooking. I'd be happy if you made me something.

Dissen: I've even brought the recipe for my usual soup, but I trust your instincts.

Meir: ... Alright! I'll do my best. 

Clang clang

Martin: Hello. Meir, I've got a letter for you.

Meir: Mr. Martin! Thank you. Unfortunately  my hands are a bit full, so could you just leave  it somewhere around there?

Martin: Gotcha.

Dissen: Oh, if it isn't the mailman.

Martin: Whoa, Mr. Dissen. It's rare to see you  around these parts. What brought you here?

Dissen: I happened to stop by on an errand.  I thought I'd ask Meir to make a dish with my plants.

Martin: Huh, you can eat these?

Dissen: That's right. It's a bit of an acquired taste,  so your first bite might feel uncomfortable... But it  tastes better the more you eat it. 

Dissen: And while the leaves might look simple at a glance, upon a closer look you can see how intricate, brilliant, and beautiful they are... Aah, so adorable... Fufu...

Martin: R-right. What's this plant called?

Dissen: Her name is Corinne.

Martin: That's a cute name.

Dissen: Isn't it? I named her that.

Martin: I, see...

Dissen: You should try these, too. Meir is preparing something right now.

Martin: Huh... Uh, I think I'm good...

Dissen: Even if it's a rare chance for you to taste the plants I've so lovingly raised?

Martin: Um...

Dissen: Even though it took me so many years to breed a specimen this beautiful?

Martin: ... Bon appétit!

Meir: Sorry to keep you waiting!

Dissen: Meir, Martin says he'll have some, too.

Meir: Of course, there's plenty to go around!

Martin: P-plenty, huh... I feel a sense of déjà vu when I look at that bright red plate on the right there...

Meir: The red dish is a bit of a personal take from me.

Martin: I figured.

Meir: The one on the left is what I made according to the recipe Mr. Dissen brought me.

Dissen: Martin's reaction is a little concerning, so I think we'll try the one made with the recipe first. Thank you for the food.

Martin: ... Thank you for the food.

Dissen: ... Yep, this is delicious.

Meir: Really!?

Dissen: Your skill shows.

Martin: He's right, this is delicious!

Dissen: Isn't it?

Dissen: Corinne is not only beautiful, but tasty as well. What a multitalent. 

Meir: This plant is called Corinne?

Dissen: Yes. I named her that.

Meir: It's a cute name.

Dissen: I know. I've got plenty of other cuties back home, too.

Dissen: Many of them have started blooming recently.

Martin: The flower Terra's carrying around was raised by you too, wasn't it!

Meir: I've seen it, too. The yellow flower Terra carries with him.

Dissen: Oh yeah. Her name is Marie. Wasn't she beautiful?

Martin: That was the first time I'd ever seen a live flower.

Meir: Same here.

Dissen: I'm sure it was. But my flowers should start spreading outside the botanical garden soon.

Martin: Really!?

Dissen: That's the result of my research, just you wait.

Meir: That's amazing, Mr. Dissen! You really are a great botanist!

Dissen: Compliment me more.

Martin: You sure are something, Mr. Dissen! So talented, so incredible!

Dissen: ... Hmm, it's missing something. I guess I'd rather be complimented by girls, after all...

Martin: What a waste of praise.

Dissen: Ah, sorry, I do appreciate it.

Dissen: This research only succeeded because of Novem and Octo's help, anyways. You should give them some credit when you see them, too.

Meir: Mr. Novem and Mr. Octo..! Wow.

Martin: ... By the way... I wonder if Cielo's okay.

Dissen: Cielo..? Ah, from the clock tower. The boy Novem and Octo were so desperate to fix.

Meir: I heard about that from Mr. April.

Martin: It doesn't seem like he's woken up yet.

Dissen: I know. Maybe I could go give him some flowers.

Martin: Great idea! I'm sure Cielo would like that.

Dissen: But enough talk, Meir's original soup is getting cold.

Meir: Right. I hope you like it.

Martin: I guess I've got no choice but to eat it... Meir's looking at me with that twinkle in his eyes, too...

End of Part 1.

Translator’s notes..? 

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character meme, mia from humans :)

+ @turned-her-brain said: Character: Mia

Thank you both! Sorry I’m just getting to this, but yay, more Mia content to talk about!

• Do I like them? I adore her. She is a beautiful soul and she deserves the world! • 5 good qualities: She’s incredibly resourceful. She’s unfailingly kind. She’s self sacrificing, willing to suffer torment for the sake of her people. She’s forgiving - even when we don’t want her to be. And she’s so brave. (Bonus: she throws an amazing punch)• 3 bad qualities: Umm? Wow, okay... let’s see what I can come up with. I feel that for all she is fighting for her rights, she underestimates what they are - what she, as a person, deserves. Joe and Ed got off very lightly. Does this count as a bad quality when it’s really just “she is too humble and forgiving and lovely”? Well, I’m counting it, or I’ll be here all day. Okay, well the only other thing I can think of where I was like “Nooo, Mia!” is in that scene with Odi - which considering what she’d recently been through, I don’t blame her - but she perhaps didn’t take into account his position as a newly-conscious, newly-traumatised synth. But neither did, like, ANYONE. So. That’s two. Pretend it’s two. For a third, does “she is TOO pretty” count? Mmm, maybe I want her to talk to her brothers a little more, too... And notice the absence of Flash! Maybe her problem is that her natural inclination isn’t to put herself first, worry about herself, choose for herself. So when she does, she has to make it a concerted effort, which means lowering her awareness of others’ needs. Which is kind of unavoidable. I’m not trying to make this sound like she’s a flawless Mary-Sue type. Mia has a distinct personality, and my problem is that her complexities are all so well-founded in what’s happened to her that I can’t list them as faults, because they make so much sense. • Favourite episode: Ohhh, 3.4 is a top contender for that Ed punch, but I’ll be true to myself and say 1.6, for her reawakening! 2.8 and 3.2 also put in strong bids for her sacrifice and her talks with her siblings.• OTP: Obviously Miaura! Their bond is so beautiful.• BrOTP: Full disclosure, I really enjoyed her scenes with Hester in 2.7! And I’ll always be wanting to see her with Fred because his little memory of them swimming was too precious for this world. But I think I have to with Mia & Niska. Their roadtrip was everything. • OT3: More of a BrOT3 again but I love Mia, Max and Leo as a little trio. Aah, 1.6 comes to mind again. And their early stuff in series 2... aw.• NOTP: MIA AND ED, special mention to Mia and Joe, although thankfully that was never going to resurface. If Vincebrack are to be believed, Ed won’t be back, so that’s good too. • Best quote: Oh, she has so many amazing lines! I don’t want to go for the beach speech (hey, rhymes!) but I do think that was really poetic and lovely. It might have to be the bit to Leo in s2, about “we’ve barely lived ourselves” - Gemma’s delivery is just stunning in that scene. I will probably come back and edit this later, because while I was writing one of the other replies I thought of what quote this should be, and now I’ve forgotten.... blasted organic memory. • Head canon: We’ve only seen her drawing landscapes, but Mia is great at portraits too. For some reason, I really want her to gift Niska a picture of Astrid? To thank her for their talk and recognise Astrid’s unspoken part in it. Oh, I so need Mia and Astrid to interact. Cutest sisters-in-law ever.

Send me a character! If you want! Or reblog the thing!

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The History of the Garden Gnome

Jami has been an online writer for several years. Her articles focus on everything from pet maintenance to ear piercings.

Have you ever wondered about the history of garden gnomes?

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What Is a Garden Gnome?

A garden gnome (also known as a lawn gnome) is a figurine of a small humanoid creature, typically wearing a tall, pointy, red hat, that serves as decoration for gardens and/or lawns.

The gnomes are believed to protect the owner from evil. The figurines originated in Germany in the 19th century and were called Gartenzwerg, which literally translates to “garden dwarf.” It wasn’t until the 1930s that the English term “gnome” came to be.

Garden Gnome Typology

There are many different types of garden gnomes. They appear in different positions, and they can be made from different types of materials.

Typically, the gnomes are male dwarfs with long, bushy white beards who wear tall, pointy red hats. They are typically smoking (or holding) a pipe. They are seen in various positions, including standing, lying down, sitting, etc., and they engage in various activities (fishing, napping, etc.). Garden gnomes can be made from wood, porcelain, ceramic, or terra cotta.

The History of the Garden Gnome

Garden gnomes have always had a unique history in Europe, and they have even wedged their way into American pop culture, becoming quite the craze. Now, they are seen everywhere, from the lawn next door to the lawn across the world.

Garden decorations, especially statuary, have been common throughout Europe since the Renaissance. It was believed that these small human-like beings would ward away evil from the owner.

In 1616, the statues only depicted Gobbi (an Italian hunchback). By the late 18th century, porcelain “house dwarfs” were created and produced on a wide scale (at this time, Switzerland was also producing wooden statues of dwarfs and gnomes, as well). Soon enough, gnomes became a very popular house, lawn, and garden ornament and this popularity steadily grew throughout the 19th century.

They have been manufactured, produced, and distributed for centuries, but the “title of manufacturer of the first garden gnome is hotly contested,” according to Wikipedia. It is possible that their first manufacturer was in 1841, when these early gnomes were being produced by Baehr and Maresch of Dresden. However, there is evidence suggesting that they were being produced by many other countries as early as 1860, as well.

“Philip Griebel made terra cotta animals as decorations, and produced gnomes based on local myths as a way for people to enjoy the stories of the gnomes’ willingness to help in the garden at night. The garden gnome quickly spread across Germany and into France and England, and wherever gardening was a serious hobby.” (Wikipedia)

Ever since gnomes came onto the hobby scene in the 19th century, small manufacturers have popped up all over Germany. Their manufacturing has spread all across Germany, and each manufacturer had their own style and design.

Germany was the first (or one of the first) countries to manufacture and produce gnomes for collectors since before the 19th century. They became very popular in Germany (there are an estimated 25 million gnomes spread across German lawns).

Gnomes are also considered to be a huge part of eastern and western European culture, and were even seen in the tales written by the Grimm brothers.

“The Brothers Grimm featured gnomes in ‘The Gnome’, a series of short stories detailing the lives of gnomes. These stories depict gnomes in benevolent and malevolent lights, but the first one is perhaps the most important: in it clothing is given to two helpful gnomes and they decide to serve a cobbler and his wife for the rest of their days. Other stories exist of gnomes’ helpfulness in the oral tradition and relate the willingness of gnomes to assist in gardens.” (Gnomefrenzy).

Garden gnomes were first introduced into the United Kingdom when Sir Charles Isham came home from his vacation in Germany and brought 21 of the terra cotta figurines with him, displaying them in his home and lawn in 1847.

In recent history, they have made a resurgence in the United States and Western Europe. They have popped up in films, television shows, commercials, books, advertising, etc.

Today, garden gnomes are seen across the lawns and garden of many all over the world. Their popularity continues to grow and the production of garden gnomes continues.

Pranks have even been created around the stealing of garden gnomes (most commonly referred to as gnoming). Some have even begun to travel all over the world collecting (stealing) gnomes from gardens in different countries.

Garden gnomes even have their own holiday; International Gnome Day was instituted in 2002 and is celebrated on June 21st by over a dozen countries.

The history of garden gnomes is unique, long, interesting, and even comical. They may always be popular and will likely survive and live in peoples’ gardens for centuries to come.

Fun Facts

The traveling gnome prank later became the basis for Travelocity’s “Roaming Gnome.”

In 2008, a 53-year-old French man was arrested on suspicion of stealing upwards of 170 garden gnomes.

A garden gnome plays an important role in the 2001 French-German film, Amélie.

How to Make Your Own Garden Gnome

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Comments

Marlene Bertrand from USA on June 27, 2019:

This is interesting information about gnomes. I saw a gnome at a home improvement store about 10 years ago and could not resist buying it. They are adorable little “creatures.” Knowing the history of them adds to my enjoyment. Thank you for providing such an in-depth article.

William Grant from Wisconsin on April 06, 2013:

What about the garden gnomes inner-city cousin: the metro gnome?? I’ve seen them growing along the road-side near construction zones… I think they live underground… All I usually see are their hats.

Or maybe that’s where they bury them when they die…. Not sure.

Adrian Palmer Edwards from Valley, Anglesey UK on March 26, 2013:

Not a gnome lover myself, but my parents liked them and had some in their garden, I grew up with them. Nice job keep it up.

summerberrie on March 25, 2013:

I love garden gnomes. We have a copy of the gnome book by Gnomes by Poortvliet and it is a favorite. Love sticking those little garden gnomes on fun places around the yard. Great hub.

Jenna Estefan from Seattle, WA on March 25, 2013:

super cute hub!

Bishop55 on March 25, 2013:

Love this! Voted up. Creative, cute, funny.

Brenda Durham on March 25, 2013:

I don’t like garden gnomes either. They seem silly and creepy at the same time to me; and are a symbol of superstition that I disagree with. Like keeping a rabbit’s foot for good “luck”.

But I think your hub is well-written.

Mary Hyatt from Florida on March 25, 2013:

Congrats on HOTD. Very interesting article. My neighbor has about 10 of these little guys in her yard. I think they are adorable.

Voted UP, etc.etc.

Stephanie Bradberry from New Jersey on March 25, 2013:

I have a bog book about gnomes. When my niece saw it a few weeks ago, she wanted to take the book home. As a bibliophile it was tough to part with it, but I did not want to be a hypocrite as an English professor by not promoting and encouraging the love of reading and books. So I made my 7 year old niece sign a contract to return the book to me. She loved the pictures so much and kept asking everyone to fill in the words she could not read that she was driving them crazy. She has a garden gnome coming in the future as a present!

Sheri Dusseault from Chemainus. BC, Canada on March 25, 2013:

Well now I have learned something today. I didn’t know anything about gnomes. But someone in my hometown took the local pubs gnome traveling. Then it just showed back up one day. Congrats on the hub of the day! You deserve it as this is great. Love the pictures!

Jennifer Brummert on March 25, 2013:

There was a newstory on NPR recently about gnomes in Oakland, CA. Should check it out..Aah, gotta love a gnome really.

Dawn from Canada on March 25, 2013:

Congrats on the Hub of the Day! I too am not a fan of gnomes, ewwww I say! Great hub on them though and I enjoyed the history!

Liz Elias from Oakley, CA on March 25, 2013:

Congrats on HOTD!

Very interesting history. I have a few ceramic molds for gnomes, and can make as many or as few as I want. LOL Until recently, I had a small, wholesale ceramics business, and the gnomes were never ordered much at all. I guess you have to live in a “gnomy” area. I don’t see them displayed around here.

Suzette Walker from Taos, NM on March 25, 2013:

What a charming hub and congratulations on HOTD! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this as I love these little guys. I have had some of these gnomes at different times, but I did not know the history behind them. And it is quite a history. Thanks for a really fun and informative hub!

Your Cousins from Atlanta, GA on March 25, 2013:

Hey, I remember the story about the cobbler and the gnomes! This was an interesting feature. Voted up and interesting. Great HOTD.

Subhas from New Delhi, India on March 25, 2013:

Through your fantastic hub only I got an enriched knowledge about this figures. Very nice of you!

Edmund Custers on March 25, 2013:

I played a garden gnorm screen game sometime ago. Now I know where those guys came from.

Thanks for sharing!

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Melvin Porter from New Jersey, USA on March 25, 2013:

I always wonder where these guys came from. Thanks for the interesting information.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon from Toronto, Ontario on March 25, 2013:

I have a fascination on gnomes, dwarves, elves, to name a few of these characters in their own worlds, but I have no collection of any of them, or in my backyard garden. I do wish in some moments that they come visit me *smile*. I read about them and this is one nice read here. Thank you, JamiJay, and congratulations to Hub of the Day!

Heidi Thorne from Chicago Area on March 25, 2013:

I gotta get me an army of gnomes… especially if they actually do help out in the garden at night as reported. That’ll save me a whole bunch of time.

mr-veg from Colorado United States on March 25, 2013:

I love the concept and also the movie Smurfs

… Good One and Congrats for being hub of the day !

Cindy A Johnson from Sevierville, TN on March 25, 2013:

I love to put stuff in my garden but have never used a garden gnome. I might have to look into that if they are supposed to bring good luck. I need all I can get with my plants!

newusedcarssacram from Sacramento, CA, U.S.A on March 25, 2013:

I think garden gnomes are fascinating. Thanks a lot for sharing so much interesting information about them. Congratulation on becoming Hub of The Day, this is surely a deserving Hub.

Toy Tasting from Mumbai on March 25, 2013:

Lovely Hub, Jamijay! Brings back memories of the Grimm fairy tales. Extremely visual post, love the pictures

Kristi Patrice Carter from Chicago, Illinois on March 25, 2013:

I didn’t know anything about Garden Gnome until I read your article… I remember when I was a kid, I used to watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs…Now, I am loving more to recreate my backyard and put some Gnomes on my garden…Thanks for this wonderful idea that I can do this Springtime…

Ashok Goyal from 448 Dalima Vihar Rajpura 140401 Punjab India on March 25, 2013:

Beautifully Beautiful Hub indeed. I showed the photos to my grandchildren and they insisted we want it.. we want that….!

Thelma Alberts from Germany on March 22, 2013:

I love this hub. I like gnomes in the garden although I don´t have even one gnome in my garden. Seeing these photos inspire me of buying one or two from Germany and bring them with me to the Philippines. My garden would be the talk of the town because no one has a gnome in their garden. Besides that, I might put the gnomes inside the house at nighttime to avoid being stolen, lol. Thanks for sharing;-)

Laura Brown from Barrie, Ontario, Canada on March 21, 2013:

I don’t have a garden of my own. But I still like the garden gnomes. https://ift.tt/3jvpjZw

Martin Kloess from San Francisco on March 20, 2013:

Thank you for this. As I get older, I see no harm in allowing fantasy back into my life.

RodNapeda on March 20, 2013:

haha! Actually I not a reader guy, but this one got me.

Jami Johnson (author) from Somewhere amongst the trees in Vermont. on March 20, 2013:

billybuc, haha. I have never anyone who willing admitted they did not like garden gnomes

I have always liked them and I have a lot of friends who make them themselves, but I do not own any myself, because here in Vermont there are a lot of gnomenappers. I had friends in high school that were involved with gnomenapping and they even created a special place in the woods (off trail) where they set all of them up, “releasing them back into the wild” lol.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on March 20, 2013:

I have a confession to make….I don’t like garden gnomes. LOL Having said that, the history you shared was pretty interesting, so thanks. If this ever comes up in Trivial Pursuit I’ll be ready to score.

Source: https://livingcorner.com.au Category: Garden

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charming- aah. everyone. my mom and dad, who support me in my dreams even if they might confuse them. my brothers, who remind me that i’m strong enough to do what i want to do. my best friend, my sunshine, who reminds me that even if i’m unhappy now i can still be happy later, that i can make it through high school. another best friend, my moonlight, who reminds me my dreams are worth it, and reminds me that we’ve all been through so much. idk.

huggable- i absolutely adore tulips. lilies are really pretty too, but tulips remind me of my loved ones aah.

thank you marie!! i know we don’t interact really but i love you!!

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ooooh i’ve never actually read that oh my gosh, i need to! im so happy for you court, that sounds so good! and aah budapest is absolutely incredible and i love it so much, i never want to leave tbh (also 10/10 emoji choice the painting nails one is iconique)

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historical era: victorian / roaring twenties / forties noir / swinging 60s / nineties

filmmaker: sofia coppola / quentin tarantino / david lynch / jane campion

city: paris / london / barcelona / edinburgh / rome / tokyo

god: persephone / hermes / aphrodite / achilles / hera / artemis

hp family: potter / black / weasley / malfoy / lovegood 

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les amis en ligne

Pairing: hamlaf (hamilton x lafayette)

Premise: modern/college au where laf and ham find each other’s blogs on tumblr

Word Count: 885

Dedicated to: @viktorlester-yuurihowell​ (BEST PERSON EVER)

“Look at this!” Lafeyette cried, shoving his phone into Hercules’ hands. “I have never seen someone so passionate about the American government…”

Herc rolled his eyes. Over the past week, Laf had been routinely pestering him to look at some tumblr blog. It was super political, mostly long, ranting posts about the state of their nation. Laf’s blog was mostly memes (which he was only beginning to understand) and some political things, but he had fallen in love with this one blog, standfornothing-fallforanything.

“This guy talks way too much,” Herc shrugged, handing Laf’s phone back to him after only skimming the post.

“But he’s so smart,” Laf said, his eyes misty. Herc went back to flipping through twitter, and Laf through tumblr, both of them taking advantage of the Starbucks wifi, since they were off-campus. They were quiet for a few moments until Laf emitted a loud yelp, causing Herc to nearly jump out of his skin and spill his coffee.

“What?” Herc demanded.

“Mon dieu! He gave me a follow!” Laf cried excitedly.

“You mean he followed you back?”

“Yes! Should I message him?”

Herc laughed. “If you want to. How do you know it’s a him?”

“I guess I don’t… they just sign everything A. Ham. I have a feeling it’s a boy though,” Laf said, colour rising in his cheeks.

“Awww, do you like the smart blog kid?”

“Shut up,” Laf mumbled, beginning to type a message to the blog:

Thank you so much for following me! I love your blog <3 – Laf

“Did he reply?” Herc asked.

“No, not yet. Maybe I shouldn’t have put a heart…? AAH HE REPLIED!”

“What did he say?”

“He said: Thank you for actually reading my posts. Most people don’t have the time to think about politics, even today. You’ve left some interesting comments, and I would love to hear more of your opinions! – A. Ham.”

“Sounds like a douche,” Herc laughed.

“He sounds smart!” Laf sighed, already beginning to type his response:

Are you in New York? I’d like to hear more of your opinions as well.

“You wanna meet this dude?” Herc scoffed.

Laf only flushed before he received A. Ham’s response.

One would think you’d heard all of my opinions. I do live in New York, however, and would love to meet with you. How about the Starbucks at 8th and Lafayette St. tomorrow?

“We’re meant to be, Herc!” Laf sang. “He could have picked any Starbucks, but he picked the one we are sitting in right now, the one on the street named after me!”

“It’s not named after you, jackass, it’s named after some revolutionary dude.”

“Who cares?” Laf hummed happily, agreeing to their meeting the next day at 11. 

Laf fluffed his ponytail and picked at a spare thread on his blue button-down shirt.

“Stop fidgeting,” Hercules teased, punching Laf on the shoulder.

“I am nervous, Herc,” Laf hissed back. “Also you are supposed to be pretending that you are not here.”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not here yet, so I can still exist; and second, it’s reasonable to bring a friend to meet a complete stranger from the internet, I don’t see why I have to sit at a different table.”

“Because, Herc,” Laf whined, fluffing his ponytail again. “Oh shit, there he is.”

An adorable guy had just walked in, wearing a green jacket, and sporting a dark ponytail and goatee, as promised. He had a wired look about him, as though he hadn’t slept in days, but he carried it off fabulously.

“Merde,” Laf breathed, flushing. Their eyes met, and both of them grinned.

“Laf!” the guy said, sitting down across from him.

Laf, awkwardly having half-stood up to greet his internet friend now sat back down and said dumbly, “A. Ham!”

The guy laughed loudly. Lafayette’s heart skipped a beat.

“Please, call me Alex.”

“Oh, okay, of course… I am so sorry, merde…”

“You’re French?” Alex asked, leaning forward, putting his elbows on the table.

“As a fucking fry,” Hercules muttered under his breath from the neighbouring table. Laf kicked him.

“Yes, I am… Laf stands for Lafayette, my parents were quite eccentric… you could also call me Gilbert, or Marie-Joseph, or Paul…” he trailed off, blushing madly.  “But Laf is fine.”

“Voudriez-vous un café?” Alex asked smoothly, grinning at Laf.

“Oui, m-merci,” Laf stuttered, falling even more in love.

“Un instant,” Alex smiled, getting up and standing in line to order. Laf leaned back, grinning.

Hercules started laughing as soon as Alex was out of earshot. “He’s – he’s such a douche!” he choked, his eyes tearing up as he cackled. “You’re perfect for each other!”

“Shut up!” Laf blushed furiously as Alex returned with two coffees.

“One cream, three sugars,” Alex said, placing the coffee in front of Laf.

“How do you know…?” Laf asked, flabbergasted.

“Just a hunch,” he smiled winningly.

“I’m gay!” Laf blurted out suddenly. Herc (who had been doing his best to control his laughter thus far) let out a howling laugh from his table. Laf’s entire face coloured in embarrassment.

Alex let out an easy laugh. “Thank God, or else I would be wasting my time wooing you.”

Laf distinctly heard Herc repeating “wooing” to himself among fresh peals of laughter. Laf didn’t mind. He was being wooed.

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aah i love when people send music recs cause that means more songs to listen at ~ as for me i'd recommend Good Girl and So Close to Magic by Aquilo; all of their songs are exceptional but i reaally love these two 💕

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

I loved so close to magic much more, BUT I’m definitely downloading more songs from this artist, I love him already! (and yes, I am downloading so many songs rn ahaha)

Anonymous said: Streetcar by Daniel Caesar

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

BEAUTIFUL. enough said (thank you)

Anonymous said: Idk if you like musicals but Heathers has been stuck in my head lately. Especially seventeen and im damaged. (The pain tbh ) Otherwise maybe Cry by noah cyrus anndd forfeit tomorrow or if you want by citizen shade.

I’d have to check out Heathers, didn’t know about it before :) and I already did the one by noah cyrus, I liked it! for the others by citizen shade: 

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

I think I’d have to give them a few more listens, not bad!

Anonymous said: for the song rec: Ain’t My Fault - Zara Larsson, Trust Nobody -Cashmere Cat, Can’t Hide -Whethan, Aces High- Empire Cast

ain’t my fault: already in my library (I used to be super hooked to this one ahah)trust nobody: kinda catchycan’t hide: downloading immediately (love it!!)aces high: ok i really like this (it’s so upbeat I love that)

Anonymous said: Song Rec: Taped Up Heart -KREAM, Before You Go -Olly Murs, Say My Name -ODESZA (Hermitude Remix)

taped up heart: kinda catchybefore you go: ok i really like this (I used to be a huge fan of olly years ago, and I still love him)say my name: already in my library (I adore this one!! I used to listen to it everyday)

Anonymous said: You should listen to Tennesse by kiiara! As well as Gold^•^

tennesse: kinda catchy (I love the beat)gold: already in my library

Anonymous said: OK for song recs, I’d like to reccomend two songs by Lim Kim but for now, First Love. And Gondry by Hyukoh. A Year Like A Day by 2LSON. Wave by R3hab feat. Amber & Luna. I’m so sorry this was so much and I hope it gets to u

humm I couldn’t find first love D: are you sure that’s the name of the song? I love lim kim though!!

gondry: already in my library (I love his music and this particular song is one of my faves from him)a year like a day: kinda catchy (this one made me smile! sounds so fresh and upbeat)wave: downloading immediately (AHH I LOVE!! amber and luna look so good in the mv)

Anonymous said: Look King- Gosh 💕

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

not bad not bad :o 

Anonymous said: Oh goodness, I have quite a few song recs but I’ll just divide them up. Lee Hi & Epik High’s It’s Cold

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

this is such a feel good song! love it!

Anonymous said: For the song rec- Million questions by Urban Contact and Xenogenesis by TheFatRat

million questions: it’s okayxenogenesis: ok i really like this (I’m sure I’ve heard this one before!! I love it it’s so badass)

Anonymous said: For the song rec- First Love by Snail’s House :)))

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

THAT WAS REALLY COOL

Anonymous said: Under the table by banks,,if you like sad song this song is 😢😢,oh and window seat by thompson n wafia,

under the table: downloading immediately (sad songs fuel my angsty soul, thank you)window seat: kinda catchy (not bad!!)

Anonymous said: Music Ask Game: Cheeze - Alone (i’ve been listening to this nonstop) Park Hyo Shin - Breath (the chorus, so relaxing) IU - Tears Wouldn’t Fall (it’s a cover but it’s really good) Crush - Beautiful (just too good) I listen to these songs whenever I read fanfictions (esp angst) I still have some but I’ve been sending too many now.. hahaha

alone: downloading immediately (this song got me the moment I heard the piano, love it!)breath: it’s okay (I think I’d have to give it a few more listens, didn’t keep me hooked but it’s nice ^^)tears wouldn’t fall: it’s okay (once again didn’t hook me but her voice is adorable)beautiful: ok i really like this (crush is just amazing I love his voice)

@taescutie said: hazy - rosi golan C:

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

so lovely!! and I love william fitzsimmons :’)

@yoongihime said: Hallucinations by DVSN (his whole album actually) Slow Down by Rosy (soundcloud) Slow by Hyolyn The Way by Kehlani Feels by Kiiara but Jai wolf remix Down for You by TAKU Firefly by Mura Masa UhmmmMm that’s all I have for now but I hope you like these Mari 💘💘

hallucinations: kinda catchy (I’ll have to check out the rest of the album, I really like his style)slow down: downloading immediately (ahH I LOVE so good)slow: ok i really like this (hyolyn’s voice alskdjas)the way: kinda catchyfeels: ok i really like this (I really like kiiara but I didn’t know this one, love it!)down for you: downloading immediately (OMG WITH ALINA she’s one of my favorite artists. I became obsessed this song the moment I heard her voice haha)firefly: it’s okay (I think I’d have to give it a few more listens, didn’t hook me but it’s nice)

@infirestrashue said: Shallows by daughter and Unaware by Allen Stone

shallows: downloading immediately (I have so many songs of daughter saved and idk how I never listened to this one before. so good! great for writing)unaware: ok i really like this (oh oh his voice and his style are great. I think I’m going to keep listening to this artist, thank you!)

[moonraccoon-exe]

Heeyy Rac, im gonna add some Angst Gladnis *cri* so we all know Gladio is supposedly a "Ladies Man" with this in mind I just see a Ignis getting jealous and having to see him with girl after girl, all the time and he just feels almost left out I mean after all Noct and Prompto have each other, Gladio seems happy with the way he's living, but Ignis is kind of out of the loop for being "Too up tight" or "No fun". Thoughts?

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

BUT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME HGNHNGGNGMPFFF

Aw man, it’s AWESOMEand angsty and I love it aiosfdfgdgh o(TヘTo)

Mgmf, sorry for taking so long, dear anon! My inbox has been full and real life got very tough last month (last month? holyshit this has got too long in my inbox...) 

I’m so sorry. :(

I hope you’re still around and that you get to see I answered!

Awman, this scenario is so sad. One-sided love, and to make it worse, it’s a Gladnis. My poor heart, what are you doing to it? 3

Imagine all this angst during the Assassin’s Festival! Ignis sees Prom and Noct running around and having fun together, and he sees Gladio flirting with every girl he finds, so he just...stands away, alone. And he denies to be with Prom or Noct, not because he’s not interested in playing with them, and he takes the poorest excuse of wanting to spend all the night watching the people walk on the pipes, because seeing Gladio...Gladio, who he’s had a crush on for years, who he admires and adores, who Ignis may dare say he loves...going around, flirting with any moving object he sees, being all lovey dovey with al girls...

And it makes Ignis sad, you know? And he’s so sad and so down in the dumps, and he’s feeling so bad that Ignis, so selfless, doesn’t want to ruin Prompto and Noctis’ fun just for his own “pathetic, silly feelings”, so that’s why he stands there all alone...

*SOBBING*

ANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME  ｡･ﾟﾟ*(ﾉД`)*ﾟﾟ･｡

Imagine Ignis is not brokenhearted because he’s left alone. 

Imagine Ignis really doesn’t care about having a partner or not, he’s not sad because every of his friends have one and he doesn’t, he’s not sad because he’s very often rejected.

He’s sad simply because the only one person he really is interested in is interested in everybody but him.

Imagine the ten years of darkness.

Imagine that’s the reason both parted ways... ｡･ﾟﾟ* (ﾉД`) *ﾟﾟ･｡

As in, Gladio started having partner after partner after partner, and Ignis has to stand there and hear it and know it and be aware of it, agonizingly aware, and every time he has a new girlfriend Ignis’s heart breaks a little more, and it goes on and on until Ignis realizes this is breaking him, so he just decides to part ways with Gladio during WoR because, if he doesn’t, Ignis will end up shattering his own soul to pieces.

And he hates to part ways with Gladio because, gods, he’s in love with Gladio, and he loves his voice, and he loves his face, and his feelings, and his heart, and his passion for books, his occassional clumsiness, the way his head sometimes bumps against doorframes, and his smell, and his hair, gods, and everything about him...and parting ways is saying bye to everything, to all that, to every inch of Gladio, to all that Ignis so dearly, so sincerely, so greatly loves.

But if he doesn’t, he’ll have to stand girl after girl in Gladio’s life, his eternal reminders that he’s not them, that he can never be, that he will never be. His eternal, constant reminder that Gladio would choose anyone before him. His reminder that Ignis is so...so different to them.

Because Gladio’s always choosing fun and outgoing people. And Ignis hates it because he feels he’s the entire opposite; he’s not joking as often, he doesn’t have their sense of humor, he’s not as physically loving as them, he’s not as small, or as good looking (the gods fucking damn his scars, the gods fucking damn them, why did they have to be there and make him a horrible, hideous sight?), and he’s not laughing as often, he’s not...he’s not like them. He’s not like Gladio’s choices. 

So he can’t and will never be one of Gladio’s choices. 

*SLAMS FIST ON DESK*

THIS IS SO SAD AND I LOVE IT

Imagine Ignis standing there, during World of Ruin, still with Gladio despite the constant girlfriends that are always reminding him he’s “not good enough, like me, to be chosen by Gladio”, standing there after going shopping with Gladio, having to wait standing there alone because Gladio asked him “wait a minute”.

And while he’s standing there, he hears a girl laughing. Gladio’s voice. And it’s just so obvious. And it’s so painfully obvious, and Ignis feels abandoned. He feels a little betrayed, because while he knows it’s not that, it feels like Gladio’s taking advantage that he can’t see to tell him ‘wait a minute’ just to go over to a girl and flirt with her without him knowing. Except he knows. He’s blind, not deaf. He’s blind, not stupid. He’s blind, not emotionless. 

Imagine Ignis, during WoR or before or after or any time, eating lunch with Gladio. Or breakfast or dinner. And Gladio, entirely, painfully oblivious to Ignis’ feelings for him, is always telling him how his current relationship is going. The things he adores of his girlfriend, the things they do together, the jokes she’s told him lately, the pranks they’ve pulled on each other, the cakes they share, all the fun they have.

And Ignis is shattering inside. And he’s had this for so many years and he’s been so stupidly, stubbornly in love with him, and he’s still so in love with him and he hates himself for it, tries to force himself over it but can’t, and he just listens while feeling the bits of his heart falling one by one, pathetic, tiny, mistreated.

But he just smiles and nods. And smiles like he means it, and he partly does because he adores to know Gladio to be so, so happy. But he partly also doesn’t mean it, because he can’t help his own feelings. And sometimes Gladio asks him for advice.

And Ignis has to advice the man he loves on how to love somebody else. 

And Gladio sometimes hugs him as a goodbye or thanks, and Ignis hugs back, and hates to know that this is the most he will ever get from Gladio’s feelings towards him. A mere hug, and a ‘Thank you, buddy’. Buddy. Hah. 

...imagine Gladio gets maried.

And he asks Ignis to be the groomsman.

And Ignis has to stand there and give him the ring that he’s-

Holyshit, imagine. Ignis has the god fucking terrific task of being Gladio’s groomsman. And he hates the title, hates he’s not just the Groom, hates Gladio for have never given him a chance, and hates himself for accepting it with a smile. And he hates himself for not opposing to this, and hates himself for having accepted to be here, watching Gladio stare at him like he’s never going to stare at Ignis.

And then Ignis has to reach close to him to hand him the ring. And Ignis hesitates a lot, takes long not because he’s planning anything. He’s just daydreaming. He’s imagining that the bride is not there, and Gladio has been facing him all this time. He imagines that just as they are, standing in front of each other, that’s how it’s been all across the ceremony. He imagines the suit he’s wearing he’s wearing because he’s the groom, not the groomsman.

He imagines the ring he’s holding is his own. He imagines that he’s about to slip it on Gladio’s finger. 

But he, trembling, just gives it to him on the palm. And he imagines it’s him giving his ring to Gladio, and that Gladio’s accepting it. That Gladio’s accepting him. And when Gladio smiles, Ignis is not imagining that. But he does imagine the intention is different; imagines there’s more than friendship in that smile, imagines it’s Gladio smiling at him because he loves him.

But then Gladio turns around. And gives the ring to somebody else. He’s giving his vows to someone else.

And Ignis has to witness it all. 

Imagine Gladio may ask him if he’s fine, and Ignis doesn’t understand what he means until he feels he’s dropping a tear. So Ignis cleans it.

“Yes. It’s only...”

It’s only that I love you. Have always loved you. Admired you since age 15. You were my first crush. My first platonic. I grew up hoping you wouldn’t notice my feelings for you. Hit 22 hating you wouldn’t notice them. Grew up hating myself for having wished you wouldn’t notice, because the Astrals took it too far, and now we’re thirty three and thirty two and you still haven’t noticed. And I’ve tried telling you. But you’re so hapy with your own life. And you’ve always had somebody else. So, waiting for a moment to tell you, now I can’t. Not without ruining our friendship. 

It’s only I love you. It’s only that it hurts me in the core of my soul that you never, could never and will never love me the way I love you. And if it doesn’t hurt me in the heart it’s only because I’ve been breaking it so much for over fifteen years that it’s gone numb, you know? 

It’s only I love you, and you don’t know how I do. 

It’s only I love you, and you have never, and will never love me.

“...it’s only, I’m very happy for you. Finally settled down with one partner. You’ve grown very mature. I’m proud of you. And happy for you.”

And Gladio just smiles, and thanks him. Entirely, agonizingly, painfully oblivious to Ignis’ real feelings.

Like always.

Wow. 

Anon. Anon, you triggered me. I’ve got the head full of Gladnis angst on your suggestion. One-sided Gladnis is killing me and my poor feelings, and I blame you and it’s awesome 3

My thoughts on it?

IT’S FUCKING AWESOME, MY FRIEND, HHNGNHGNGGG

Thank you so much for sharing it with me, holy AStrals, ashoidfhg aaah!!! I feel so lucky to receive stuff like this, I adore your people’s creations and stories and scenarios. 

This one is MMFMGNNFFFFF

SO GOOD

ANON THE ASTRALS BLESS YOU I’M LOVING THIS SCENARIO SO MUCH WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME NNNNGGGGGGGYYYAAAAAA

*EXPLODES*

UNGH.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANON

I do really really really hope you see I answered because YOUR ENTRY IS SO GOOD it’d be awful if you never see I answered because I AM LOVING IT AAH

If you can give me a sign somewhere, or another anon entry, so I can know you saw it, that’d be WONDERFUL, hngngng 

Ohmyastrals, I’m gonna go curl up in a corner because the ANGST, it’s killing me and I’m loving it so much o(╥﹏╥)o