#The big indoor plant book

[inupibaldspot]

Back off,kid.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.

Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.

The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. “You doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?”

He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.

Gojo wasn’t much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich background—but he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.

The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.

The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. “Heh— The place is pretty neat,Gojo.”

Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. “I know right!” Gojo replies.

The young boy frowns. “It’s Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.” Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.

A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how you’d actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.

The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter first— other times he barges in without a care for Shoko— his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?

You blink at the dark haired boy. “Fushiguro Megumi, right?” Gojo peers from behind as you smile. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.” Fushiguro thinks you’re the first person who is kind of decent.

You nod take plastic bag from Gojo’s hands and lift up it, your smile widen. “I’ll make you some good stuff then.”

“I want to eat your cooking too,y/n.” Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didn’t remember the last time he had something this good home made.

After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.

“You seemed to get it now, Megumi.” Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. “Practice this set of questions and I think you’ll do pretty well on your tests.” You smile.

Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldn’t admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.

“Megumi-chan.” Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. “Move over~ This seat is mine.”

The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojo’s action. “Don’t interrupt the kid, who is studying.” Kid? Ouch…You huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.

Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.

Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you don’t react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguro—oops,he got caught staring.

The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.

‘y/n-is-mine.” Fushiguro huffs. ‘back-off.”

·:*¨༺ Part 2༻¨*:·

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[moonstruckme]

for summer bash - have a bonfire - james + opposites attract?? 💐☺️

Thanks for requesting lovely!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 392 words

“Oh my god.” James’ laughter enters the room with him. “Are you really still in bed right now?”

You roll over, turning your face into your pillow in answer and in anticipation, and you’re right, because in the next second your boyfriend is whipping open the curtains. Warm sunshine falls across the bed. 

You groan in protest, but James is undeterred. He launches himself onto the mattress, careful not to actually put his weight on you as he turns you over by the shoulders and plants a smooch on your pillow-creased cheek. 

“It’s past eleven, baby” he says, words chiding but voice syrupy sweet. 

You hum, eyes closed even as James smooths his big thumbs over your skin enticingly. “Jus’ means I have an hour until I have to get up.” 

You hear James’ incredulous huff, and a smile tugs at your lips despite your lethargy. 

“Do you want to know what I’ve done today?” he asks you. 

“Mm…saved a kitten from a tree, helped a nursing home cross the street, and cured cancer?” You crack an eyelid, and James is grinning hugely. It’s almost too brilliant to look at. You close your eye again. “You wanna tell me, so tell me.” 

“I went to the gym,” he kisses the tip of your nose, “then made breakfast, went to the store,” he moves to the skin underneath your eye, “did a load of laundry,” his lips come down firmly on your cheek, “and met Remus for coffee. Even Remus is awake, lovie, c’mon.” 

You whine, but James hears the give in it and he grins, squishing your cheeks between his hands. 

“We can go to the park so you can read your book,” he wheedles. “I’ll get you some of that black death you like.” 

You roll your eyes. “It’s coffee, James,” you say, lips pushed out from the way he’s holding your face. “Normal coffee.”

“Disgusting,” he sighs, lovesick. “But sure, some of that.” 

You contemplate his offer. “Could we be indoors?” 

James’ lips tug to one side. “What if we’re outdoors, but I find us a nice shady spot under a tree?” 

“Okay,” you sigh, and he pecks you on the chin, triumphant. “Fifteen minutes, and I’ll get up.” 

James groans dramatically, though he doesn’t seem too reluctant as he lays his head on your chest, settling in. “Fine, but I’m holding you to it.” 

[legallybrunettedotcom]

‘Instead of nightclubs I want a 24hr library with hot chocolate stations, a dessert bar, coffee machine, big comfy chairs and beanbags, blankets, dogs welcome, just people who want to spend the evening reading alone, together, peaceful, a cosy fire, plants, an indoor waterfall.’

Setting aside the muddled list of amenities, which seems intent on joining a Hobbit Hole with a Gulf State airport and a Midlands university library constructed in the 70s but renovated somewhere around 2010, there’s something fishy going on here. What we’ll call the fantasy library envisions — as numerous commentators have pointed out on Twitter — a space for people with the people taken out. People are ‘alone, together, peaceful’, but the purported ‘togetherness’ appears to manifest more as a ‘leave well alone’ attitude. The public space sounds more like a series of private spaces tacked together at the seams — like a suburban cul-de-sac, or a traffic jam full of SUVs, each entirely enclosed from the interference of the outside world, ensconced in its own conspicuous consumption of TV, music, or books. It’s a neoliberal version of the public space as individualised, privatised, packaged-up and sold back to us as an approximation of community, one which rests on a troubling distinction between ‘us’ and ‘them’.

[gallaghersgal]

winter sleepover!! carmy 🔥 indoors and the fire is also for “please make it spicy” 🫢

sex by the fire || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ p in v unprotected and all that jazz. just soft vanilla sex. and cookies !!

a/n: this is unedited and unbeta’d bc i am so so sleepy. thanks sm for requesting 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a weekend getaway in a secluded little cabin in the woods was exactly the kind of break you needed. fall semester had been hell for you and your boyfriend was well aware of that, which is exactly why he’d booked this trip. sydney was perfectly capable of running the restaurant for a few days, and everyone knew not to call carmy unless it was absolutely necessary. that left the two of you with the peace and quiet you both desperately needed.

the trip had been a complete surprise. carmy had packed your bags for you, picking you up from campus after your last exam with a mischievous grin on his face and whisking you away for the weekend. the cabin was downright adorable, just a single room with a large bed, a little kitchenette, a bathroom off to the side, a couple arm chairs and a TV by a big window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the lake. and of course, the fireplace.

it had taken the two of you a few tries to get the fire going, but now you were rewarded with the gentle warmth and the soft crackling sound as the fire burned steadily behind the iron grate.

you lounged on the bed, snuggled up between the many decorative pillows, waiting patiently as carmy placed a pan of cookies into the stove. he set a timer, tossed the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, and made his way back to you.

“hey baby,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. “are you enjoying y’self?”

you smiled at him, all perfect and pretty with his hair mussed and a little dash of flour lingering on his rosy cheek. “very much so,” you murmured. you closed your book and sat it on the bedside table so you could give your full attention to the man in front of you. his eyes shone with love and mischief in the dancing light of the fire, and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss.

he tasted like the bittersweet chocolate chips he’d used in the batch of cookies he’d made, lips warm and pliant as you deepened the kiss. rough palms landed on your hips, pulling you until you rested in his lap.

“so,” you started, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “you gonna fuck me by the fire, bear?”

his parted lips turned upwards into a little grin, hands already roaming up under the hem of your sweater. “well, sweet girl, when you put it like that,” he laughed softly, bringing you in for another kiss as his fingers began to tug at the little bow on your pajama pants. the knot came undone quickly, and you shuffled around until your pants and sweater had been discarded. you sat atop his thighs in nothing but a pair of pretty lace panties, tugging his shirt over his head until your palms could lay flat against his warm, bare chest.

“my pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing along the column of his throat. your hips rolled against his own, the flannel of his pajama pants soft against the inside of your thighs. he was half hard already, you could feel him rubbing deliciously against your core, and a soft whine escaped your lips as he kissed you again. “want you, carm. c’mon.”

carmy chuckled, lifting you off his hips long enough to discard his pants and boxers in one go. then he was pulling you back, pushing your panties to the side and giving his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up and sliding in. the stretch was familiar, an easy little burn you’d come accustomed to, but it never failed to draw an obscene moan from your lips.

“shh, tha’s it. good girl.” his hips began to shift up into you in gentle strokes, pushing in deep with a muffled groan against the curve of your shoulder.

you hummed in pleasure, slumping against his chest as he planted his feet on the bed for more leverage. “fuck- ‘s so good,” you whimpered, curling in closer and latching your lips onto his neck. any semblance of composure in your voice dissipated, your words coming out as gentle, high pitched whines. “carmen, oh fuck, carmen!”

“sounds so pretty when ya say it like that,” he said, his words nearly a growl as they came through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ angelic. say it again baby, will ya?”

“carmen, jesus- fucking- carmen, please! ‘m gonna-“ your head felt too heavy to hold anymore, but one strong hand supported your chin to draw you in for a delicate kiss. the contrast was exhilarating, sharp thrusts of his hips balanced against the softness of his lips against yours.

without so much as a warning to carmy, your vision was whiting out and your body was coursing with red hot pleasure. your whole figure shook in his arms, lewd moans turning into softer whimpers as he chased his own climax with erratic thrusts.

“fuck- yeah, that’s my girl. jus’ a li’l more baby, you can do it.” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed against you. you fell quiet, leaving nothing but the obscene sounds of sweat slick skin over the gentle roar of the fire.

with one final, deep stroke he came inside of you, lips finding yours in a messy and passionate kiss. you could have stayed there in his arms forever, listening to the fire and his soft breathing as the two of you came down from the high. but of course, nothing lasts forever, and it was only a matter of minutes before the kitchen timer rang out, reminding you of the batch of cookies waiting in the oven.

you hummed, rolling off carmy and collapsing into the fluffy mattress. he smiled down at you, thumb running over your smudged lipstick before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“i’ll get the cookies out, an’ then i’ll get ya cleaned up. that sound good?”

you nodded, too sleepy and sated to form any coherent sentence. your eyes fell closed, listening carefully to the sounds around you. the clang of the oven door. the creak of a cabinet door. a soft hiss of pain, probably from your boyfriend touching the still hot pan. water running in the sink. soft footsteps coming back in your direction.

carmy cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, tossing it haphazardly towards the laundry basket and crawling back into bed beside you. the two of you laid there, naked and happy, with the plate of cookies balanced precariously on your thigh. when the sweets were gone and the fire was dying down, you let your eyes flutter closed as you snuggled into his side.

“goodnight, pretty girl,” carmy murmured, moving the plate to the bedside table and wrapping you securely in his arms.

end.

[peachesandfictionalmen]

Jason Todd/Red Hood Headcanons

Very much dcs deadpool vibes

Like being the comedic relief of the Batfam

helps to deflect from the trama

Patronizes the criminals while patrolling to the point of annoying whoever he’s with

Loves to cook when he has the time but ends up defaulting to gym bro chicken and rice if he’s not just getting takeout to begin with

Loves milkshakes (I have no further explanation)

Is meticulously organized and well adjusted

Definitely has a headboard and amazing hygiene (almost directly because of Alfred lets be honest)

Picked up random rich boy habits from Bruce and dick

Like I imagine the entire batfam wears expensive underwear

Probably not much of a drinker, besides the occasional whisky or beer

I imagine he’d enjoy cigars tho

I saw someone say he’d smoke cigarettes especially when stressed and I can definitely see that

After all he’s been through I don’t think he’d be much into vices even though he has every reason to

He probably thinks they’re stupid

Prefers to either wallow or start punching shit when the mood strikes him

The depression workouts go hard tho

Totally drives a blacked out muscle car

Has an indoor mini herb garden and some house plants

Could definitely see him having a big dog

Definitely had a hoe phase when he first came back to Gotham

Like he’d go to bars and just wait for women to approach him

Got really good at playing pool and likes to bet thousands of dollars with people he knows can’t afford it just for kicks

Has so many books he’s close to having a library

Never forgets anyone’s birthday

Has weapons everywhere, pockets(even in his civilian clothes), every room of his home, in other peoples homes, vehicles, like he goes for change in his pocket and pulls out a switchblade or a batarang he stole

Has to force himself into exposure therapy to acclimate back to society (dick definitely forced him to sit at a coffee shop a couple times a week)

Finds women’s makeup routines fascinating

Listens to Eminem and just late 90s early 2000s rap during patrol

Or jazz, there’s no in between

This is really long- whoops

I’m honestly not even done

[baddiewiththebook]

Over the Years | e.m x reader | p. 3

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

-> <-

July 1979

Sitting criss-cross on a bench might not seem practical to most, but you’re too enthralled by the pages of the book you read to care. Each page gives you a whiff of nostalgia you’ve never known. There’s something more to a story than just the words on paper. The pages themselves hold their own story. You could burry your nose in a book and inhale that rich woodsy scent forever.

As you’re closing in on a particularly rich chapter, you lift your head at the sound of a car door slamming shut. There’s a bit of a scuffle with the rusted handle, but Eddie’s there across the trailer park. He’s got a brand new van that he’s rounding the front with his uncle Wayne. A proud slap on the back from his uncle, Eddie lifts the hood up.

Your smile begins to drop when a certain frizzy headed brunette leaps from the back of the van. Recently, Eddie has found himself a new buddy named Gareth. They met at the arcade when Eddie was in charge of entertaining you for the day.

Gareth is a big theatrical for your taste. Or, maybe you’re a bit jealous that Eddie has someone he can relate too.

You are becoming too much of a woman. That’s according to your mother, who last week had to teach you how to use pads for the first time.

Dropping your gaze back to the pages of your book, you feel the heat creep onto the back of your neck as the warm sun tans your skin. It’s a blazing hot summer that’s perfect for enjoying a day on your porch, while your neighbor leans over the engine of his new car.

Oh, God.

You’re never going to get through this book, while your friend is wrestling with the metal inside that junker. Clang! Clang! Clang! You're thrown from the rhythm inside your book, and now you've gone pages without knowing the plot at all.

You huff.

With your screen door open, your can hear your mom humming a happy tune in the kitchen. She’s baking chocolate muffins for Wayne, which has become her favorite pastime between shifts. He adores being her guinea pig for her new recipes.

Well, there’s less gray across the Munson yard these days. Your mom helped Wayne plant some pink peonies in the months before, so that they blossom in the summer. It doesn't seem to be that Wayne has quite the green thumb as your mother. They've gone limp and forgotten. But, the pink still shines and it brightens up the neighborhood a bit.

Since your mother and Wayne are both single and each of them are raising a child by themselves, eventually they learned to lean on each other for as much support as they need while you and Eddie grow up.

You hated that conversation with your mother.

The day was cloudy, so your mother trapped you indoors. She set down a steaming cup of tea in front of her at the dining table, then beckoned you to come close to her. You were ten. Visually, you can still see the the cat clock on the wall. It's eyes bob back and forth, while the tail swings away. Time ticks forward. Your mom fumbled with the tea bag a lot, and she could hardly hold her gaze in your direction when she began to tell you about your chest getting bigger. You'd begin to wear bras soon after that. She resisted telling you about sex, but you snuck glances at the shows Eddie would watch and that told you enough.

Anyway, the point your mother was making was that you grow up, you fall in love and you make children just to start the cycle all over again.

Again, you hated that talk.

That isn't like you at all.

Boy aren't likeable like that. The boys at your school like to eat mud, or chase the girls around with worms. They will pull at the girls' hair bows. They have to be warned not to throw rocks on the playground. And man, do their armpits stink. Do they even wash themselves?

That's when Eddie yells, then laughs heartily. It distracts you to see him and Gareth tackling each other in the dusty dirt in the trailer park. An oil-like sweat slicks across Eddie's arms where his torn off sleeves should be.

Boys also will play too rough. They never know when to quit.

The boys you read about in books are the men you wait for. Heroic men in shining coats of steal armor. They travel to far-away distant lands and they fight beasts to save their one true love. Their love is the stuff of legend. A true love that even the Gods are jealous of.

You finally slam the book closed because your neighbor's roughhousing becomes too much for you to focus on what you're reading. They’ve kicked up enough dirt to cause a tornado in the center of the trailer park for your liking, and you’re ready to go inside.

Eddie does notice you stand from your spot on the porch. You’ve spent a bit of time away from each other in the past few days, but that’s neither your fault nor his. It’s just that your mother keeps giving him these weird stares like he’s an alien from another planet.

Should he tell your mom that he has no plans to grope you? You're his closest childhood friend. He'd never think to put you in any harms way.

It all became quite clear to him when Wayne sat him down over dinner a few weeks ago. Now, he already had sat through the talk with Wayne about growing hair in different places when he was around ten. Since he'll be heading into high school after this summer, Wayne had a different story to tell him. It's all terribly embarrassing to have to listen to his uncle tell him about the birds and the bees.

Eddie cut the conversation short when he told Wayne he snuck into the adult section at the bookstore. They had some raunchy magazines that Eddie snuck out under his jacket, but he left that detail out of the equation.

Either way, the talk ended there.

Eddie had no plans of doing anything like that to you.

Should he send you mom a card?

Before you can retreat into your house, Eddie jogs over to your porch. He kicks one of his feet up on the bottom step, which surprises you enough to turn around.

“Did you see?” Eddie points. “My uncle got me a van. It needs a lot of work, but when I’m fifteen I’ll be driving that baby.”

A few hours ago, Eddie was sat in a junkyard with his uncle Eddie. It's about time he started learning to drive himself places. But, before he could do that, he'll learn how to maintain his new ride. Wayne told Eddie that he's going to start where he started.

Eddie knows a bit about cars because of his father. He was taught how to jump start them, and to drive away fast before the cops come. But, he's sure that's not the way Wayne wants to encourage him.

It makes Wayne sweat knowing that one of the few things Eddie recalls about his father is his criminal history. Eddie can read it all over the old man's face when he jokes about it. But, Eddie's not going to turn out like his old man.

He's just not.

You turn around just in time to catch the driver's side door of Eddie's new project fall to the dirt with a bang.

“Sweet,” you hold your tongue to keep from laughing. “Hi, Gareth.”

Gareth is nice enough to acknowledge you by giving you a slight head tilt, then a raised eyebrow. Clearly, you two still haven't found a common ground to land on. This becomes difficult for Eddie, who would like to spend time with you equally, rather than like a couple of divorced parents.

“Oh!” Eddie exclaims with the snap of his fingers. Reaching around his back, he juts his tongue out between his lips. Tugging at his back pocket, he eventually unveils his big surprise.

“Eddie!” You wrap him into a bear hug. “How did you get this?! They’re not supposed to be sold for another month!”

Eddie's handing over the newest addition to the book series you've grown so fond of. You've spent a lot of time studying the pages, and the way the author can craft such an immersive experience with just words and paper.

Eddie shies away from telling you the hoops he jumped through just to see this elated grin smothered across your face. The owner can be a bit of a piss head, but you didn’t need to know that. He was hiding them behind the counter, so he could rack up the price for having such a “rare” find.

“I stopped off at the bookstore again, and they had a copy behind the counter,” he shrugs.

Each of the pages have the natural yellowing you could melt into. They’re crispy, and the smell. Oh, the smell! You’re in heaven.

“Thank you,” you drop back onto your heels.

Eddie has had a growth spurt recently that’s left him as tall as a giraffe. You’re around the height of a mouse compared to him now that he’s caught up on growing.

“Oh!” You step back. “Have you thought about a name for your band, yet?”

Eddie picked up a guitar over the summer. Without a single lesson, Eddie is a natural guitarist in your opinion. Those chords he can put together are the most complicated and yet the sound is the smoothest you've ever heard. Eddie has even learned some of your favorite songs, despite telling you that pop music is for the weak minded. Recently, he's gotten into the harder rock music or a metal band or two. You're not allowed to listen to them inside your house, but you've snuck a few of Eddie's records to play when your mom is away.

Also, Eddie is a great singer. You've told him he sounds like a true 'rock and roller.' All he has to do now is start his band, and become world famous. You'll be there at every show to cheer him on.

“You have a band?” Gareth interjects to stare at Eddie completely taken aback. “Dude, I’ve got a setup in my garage. We just need to dust off the drum set, tune a few guitars and maybe find a few extra musicians."

“Who said you’re in this band, pipsqueak?” Eddie jabs at his friend.

Gareth snorts. “Who else would start a metal band with you? This whole town is drenched in tradition.”

“You're going with metal music?” Your eye filled with wonderment.

This makes Gareth’s blood begin to boil. As far as he’s concerned, your nose should stay in your books. Flouncy little skirts and pinched cheeks have no place listening to metal music. You should stick to what you're good at, which could be - knitting - or something.

Gareth elbows Eddie, and tilts in the direction of the van. It still needs a lot of work, and the job wouldn't get done while you stand here needing the definition of what metal music is. Besides, Wayne's trying to get the door back on the hinges himself. He'll break his back if he's not careful.

“I’ll see you later,” Eddie tells you. “I should get back to the van. But, when we do come up with a name I’ll let you know.”

We.

You can only assume that Gareth is officially in the band.

“Bye, boys!” You clutch your newest possession close to your chest.

As they’re heading across the property, Gareth begins his daily grievances about you to Eddie's open ear. Eddie can't come up with the faintest clue about why Gareth's so bent out of shape about his friend.

“Why do you hang out with that little girl, anyway?” Gareth asks rather loudly.

“She’s a year older than you,” Eddie corrects him. “I’ve known her my whole life. What’s the big deal?”

“Does she even know anything about metal music?”

“She’ll learn,” Eddie disagrees with Gareth’s distaste for you. Maybe he's a bit too optimistic about you and Gareth eventually finding peace. But, that doe leave room for Eddie to toy with his friend.

“She’s a girl,” Gareth points out, “she’ll just distract us.”

“Distract us,” Eddie pokes him, “or distract you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scrunches his nose.

“I don’t know man,” Eddie reaches for the tool box that’s set out in front of the van. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“Yeah,” Gareth threatens, “your head is looking vulnerable under that hood right about now.”

Eddie snickers, “yeah, yeah. Hand me that.”

Your mom dances back and forth in the kitchen feeling the pressure of trying to impress her friendly neighbor. Apron coated in dusty flour. Finger prints drag a layer of dusty powder across the waistline. She accidentally smears the melted chocolate across her forehead, which invites you into action.

Sweet vanilla soaks the walls of your house. Every spot in your house smells heavenly. You set your book on the counter, before grabbing a wet rag.

“Mom,” you hold the towel.

She lowers her head down to your level, “again?"

You try your best not to smudge your mom's makeup. She puts so much effort into every brush stroke that you can't help, but feel guilty leaving a patch of her skin exposed in the sunlight. At least the chocolate is gone.

“Did you have fun with your friends out there?” She swings back around to her mixing pot.

“Eddie got a car,” you point out the front window.

Your mother is less than impressed as you were when Eddie showed off to you just moments ago. In fact, her wild eyes are angry. She holds her fists to her sides when she finally snaps at you;

“Don’t you dare get in that car with him,” she scolds as though you’ve done the unspeakable. “You’ll be barefoot and pregnant faster than you could ever imagine.”

“Mom,” you step back from her. “Eddie’s not like that.”

“All boys are like that,” she ends the conversation there. “Go play.”

Tossing the tea towel aside onto a clean part of the kitchen counter, you don't even bother showing her the book that Eddie gave you. It was a sweet gesture on his part, and you don't need your mother shunning you from the pages of a good book.

Spinning on your heel, you make a beeline for your bedroom before the hot sting of your tears could shed onto the kitchen floor. Your mother has never sounded so fierce before. She's never spat Eddie's name with such venom.

It felt like a slap to the face.

-> <-

[ August 1982 ]

tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight

[ferigrievous]

sanctum.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which you and inumaki toge find refuge in a hole in the wall bookstore

absentmindedly fliping through the pages of a book you didnt care about, you leaned back against the bookshelf behind you, the only light source in the aisle threatening to give way. 

the book in of itself was on an interesting topic, but you had already read everything that was to be read on house plants, as if there was much to read on it anyways. you had only picked it up because the cover looked interesting in a sense, and the pages were worn, smelling of mildew and coffee, or  perhaps that was the whole bookstore in of itself, you thought.

it was a rare off day for you and the rest of the students at jujutsu tech, and while the others

took the oppurtunity to rest and sleep, you had instantly made your way to the hole in the wall bookstore you had seen a few times on missions. 

it was snowing outside, and paired with the dim lighting and a faint DEVO song playing from your the radio somewhere, you hummed along with it, enjoying the quiet moment.

'crassula ovata'. the jade plant. running your finger over the words, you hummed. it was a common  plant, the first indoor one you had ever gotten, and it could last generations if cared for properly.

you always wanted a big jade plant, one that you could prune and use the cuttings to make new ones, maybe to give to friends. but even after four years, after all the new plants had grown and grown, the jade plant you had gotten has only sprouted a few new branches.

you wondered if you had watered yours recently, and looked up to put the book back on the shelf, only to be met with a  certain white haired friend of yours.

"kelp." you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle up in a smile as you nudged him out of the way,  attempting once more to place the book back in its proper place, only to watch him take the book right out of your hands.

you huffed and rolled your eyes playfully as you watched him flip through the pages,afraid the pages would come right out of the binding the way he was handling it. he stopped

on a specific page, pointing at it and looking up at you. "tuna mayo ?"

"philodendron.. gloriosum?" you read, moving to stand behind him to read what he was looking at. the picture of the philodendron took up nearly the whole page, the text around it being nearly indecipherable over years of wear and misuse.

inumaki didnt strike you as a plant person, but now, watching his finger dance around pages and pages of the care of houseplants, it made so much more sense. 

watching him flip to different pages, he began pointing to different plants. looking up at you with excitment. "dracaena trifascita, aspidistra elatior, philodendron cordatum..." you look at him in what could only hope is surprise, maybe horror, as he reads off the different house plants, finger dancing across the page.

you knew inumaki only spoke in onigiri ingridents to protect the people around him, as the words held no meaning in the big picture, and could be used as freely as he wanted. only during missions and the sister games had you heard him say anything else, commands to "plummet." or "run away."

yet, here you were, in a dingy old bookstore, watching him eagerly read off house plants from a  rotting book. something you knew other people wouldnt experience, something you werent even

sure you were experiencing.

maybe its the black mold, you thought distractedly.

leaving him to his own minstrations to process everything, you did another lap around the whole of  the bookstore, the books that you had picked up held haphazardly in one arm. you were too stubborn to get a basket, a surrender to the fact that you had maybe spent too much on books again.

 its not  ike you come here often, or could ever again, and it seemed that you and inumaki were the only two customers in  the whole store, so it felt justified in the sense that you were supporting a small business. 

you found yourself in the poetry aisle once again, eyes scanning for anything of worth. you had been on the lookout for some books that you could read in the cold weather, and had struck gold, arms full of donna tartt and a few penguin's classics. you hoped to find a book by one of those poets you had heard of in passing from megumi, the one about the bug or whatever.

turning back to start at the beginning, you were once again face to face with inumaki, sifting through the pages of a large book that looked like it had been through the two world wars. you figured that the book was originally white at some point, but now it was yellowing and peeling, even under the multiple layers of plastic protecting it.

glancing at the cover you sighed, looking up at inumaki who you could tell was laughing, and had only probaly picked it up to piss you off. 

"the metamorphosis. really, toge ?" you rolled your eyes, a grin creeping across your face under your scarf.

after asking inumaki where he picked it up, he pointed right behind him and you sighed again, realizing that what you were looking for was in front of you the whole time as you picked up 

another one of his books. something about letters to someone, you couldnt read the cursive on the cover that was torn in multiple places, making it hard to even put together what it was supposed to look like in the first place.

you looked on the back, hoping to find a short summary on the book you held, but was only met with disappointment as you came face to face with an assortment of reviews and opinons on people you could never care about. rolling your eyes and balancing it on the stack of books you held in your  arms, you began making your way to where you thought the cashier was, only to end up lost.

after a few minutes of walking around again (and a small art book from the free basket) you found yourself in front of the cashier, praying to god knows who that you wouldnt have to do the walk of shame if you didnt have enough money. 

fidgeting with the tamagotchi on your belt loop, you felt what you assumed to be inumaki lean over and hand the cashier a 500 yen coin,  mumbling a "tuna mayo." as he patted you on the back and dropped the book he wanted to buy on the counter with yours.

you thanked the cashier and stuffed all the books in your satchel, but not before taking one of the free bookmarks that came with every purchase. you dully noted he had gotten the houseplant book that you had been reading when he found you as you walked out of the store behind inumaki.

while inside the bookstore, it seemed that nither of you had noticed how heavy the snow had gotten, wrapping your scarf around your mouth tighter as you looked at your classmate questiongly. 

you wanted to try the boba store that you saw on the way, so you tugged on inumaki's jacket to ask if he wantedto come with you. 

you got the impression that he was about to ask you too, because as soon as you mentioned it,  you watched his eyes light up and nod, a quiet "salmon!" heard behind his scarf. you raced him the short distance to the cafe, and he held open the door for you as you playfully flipped him off for winning.

the cafe was small and homely, and you understood now why it was right next to the bookstore.

books and plants covered nearly every surface, ambient lighting illuminating the whole shop a muted orange. standing in front of the cash register, you smiled as you read the names of the various drinks, promising that you would try one next time even though you knew you would order the same thing every time, at every store that served boba.

"whatcha gettin', inumaki ?" you nudged him with your elbow, glancing over to see him thinking way too hard over a boba order. he pulled out a pen and wrote 'thai tea with lychee jelly?' on  his hand. you had always wondered how inumaki ordered food, but felt it was too personal to ask.

you hummed and rung the bell at the counter, biting your tongue as an employee that looked no older than 17 rushed to the front, rubbing the back of their head apologetically. you had never seen an employee older than 25 at any cafe you had ever been to, and you supposed you never would.

"one large brown sugar milk tea, light ice, and one large thai tea with lychee  jelly please?" you averted your eyes as you spoke, mumbling your name when asked and paying quickly. you hated ordering, but its not like inumaki could do it without causing a problem.

as soon as you set your bag down on one of the window tables, both of your drinks were delivered, and you thanked the employee as they quickly retreated into the back room again. careful not to  rip the bottom of the cup again, you stabbed the cap of the drink carefully, watching the colours swirl around.

"yours is real pretty," you commented, the bright pink drink in inumaki's hand making you 

giggle as he drank. he didnt say anything, just narrowing his eyes and smiling, before suddenly  picking yours up and taking a sip out of it.

he dramatically gagged, putting down the drink and pushing it towards you like it was some sort of poison. "caviar," he choked out, downing half of his milk tea in an attempt to wash out the

taste of your drink. you laughed at his whole sphiel, sipping yours and grinning. "that bad huh ?" he flipped you off and finished the rest of his drink, wiping his mouth with a hankerchief and laying his head down on the table to watch the snow outside. you hummed, playing with one of your rings as you drank, staring out the window along with him.

 it wasnt often it snowed in tokyo, and when it did, you wanted to spend hours just watching it if you could. the snowflakes had gotten bigger since you two had entered the cafe, forgotten christmas lights twinkling from the restuarant across from you.

when you looked back, you watched with mild disdain as inumaki rummaged through your bag, pulling out his book and smiling at you sheepishly as he pulled his scarf and mask back up. 

he flipped through the pages quickly, seeming to be looking for something specific. "crassula ovata." he read, flipping the book over to show you and point to it, then pulling out  his phone to show you a picture of what you assume to be his room, a lone jade plant sitting on his nightstand, leggy and clearly underwatered

 you choked on a piece of boba as you tried not to laugh, slapping a hand over your mouth in attempt not to spit all over him. he fought a smile and flipped  you off again, mumbling a "caviar." as he shut the book and shoved it back into your bag.

"hey ! i didnt mean it like that, okay ?" you tried, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and turning away from him to laugh. "it just.. caught me off guard? i dont know." inumaki made a 'blah blah blah' guesture towards you, rolling his eyes as he stared out the window again. you sighed and finished the rest of your drink, standing up and asking him if he was ready to go.

untying the cat ear beanie you had dangling from the carabiner on your bag, you put it on and ventured back out into the snow, pulling your scarf around your face tighter in an attempt not to freeze to death. holding an arm out to inumaki, you two walked through the snow together, footsteps horrifically out of sync as he wanted to start running again, and you felt too tired to even walk.

while crossing the croswalk, you tripped on your untied shoelace and brought inumaki with you,  laughing as he pulled you along just out of harms away. as inumaki dropped your body on the sidewalk, you knelt down to tie your boots, gloveless hands shaking from the cold. 

as you moved to retie the other shoe as a 'just in case', you felt a cold, blunt, object hit the side of your face and slide down to cover the shoe. you looked at inumaki, holding three snowballs in his arms, the corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile as he launched another one straight to your face.

shooting straight up, you wiped the snow off your face and began chasing him and screaming, scraping off excess snow from windowsills you pass to make your own snowball.

in contrast to the now six snowballs inumaki held in his arms and ocassionally threw back at you clumsily, you only had one, large snowball, and the sole intent of slam dunking it on the white haired sorcerer. he had looked back to throw a snowball at your leg, and in turn tripped on an elevated grate, and you took this oppurtunity to catch up, kicking him back down as gently as you could to immobilize him.

lifting the snowball above your head, you laughed along with inumaki, but before you could bring it down, a loud "explode!" caused the snowball to knock you back from the force of the immidiate dissipation, followed by inumaki's loud laughs.

you sighed and covered your eyes with one arm, grinning as you both lay there, covered in snow, in the middle of a random sidewalk a ways away from where you two were supposed to be.

[takeachillpillshawty]

Very specific TWST head cannons

Jack was accidentally given alcohol by a third year at a party because they thought he was also a third year.

Ruggie would make bets with students if they can guess Jack's age correctly.

Malleus would stay back at after the final class of the day just to sing, he likes the sound of the empty class room. He stopped doing that because a rumor about a "haunted class" was spreading.

Sebek yelled so hard one time, he couldn't talk the next day due to the pain.

Vil watches those self care videos, as in the earwax removal, black head removal, technically any of those gross removal videos. It's a guilty pleasure of his.

Cater is a hot cheeto girl, he and Idia would make ramen and put hot cheetos in it.

Silver is a heavy sleeper...like heavy sleeper. One time a fire broke out in Diasomnia and everyone was screaming. Only after the fire was out did he wake up.

Malleus used to talk to stuff animals as a kid.

Sebek monologues to himself, and everyone can hear him.

Sebek when he was a kid chased another child with a broken ruler for saying Malleus' name in vain.

Riddle and Jamil have this weird friendship, basically it's just them trying to relax but remembering there are idiots who are in the dorms and can't rest until they get things done.

Each dorm has their own WiFi router, Idia usually hacks into the others in case Ignihyde's one is down or he just want to see people's search history.... Let's just say he's not comfortable around certain classmates.

Idia permanently puts Ortho on child lock so people won't ask him to look up not so friendly things on the internet.

Ortho can get sick from viruses or corrupted data he accidentally downloaded.

Jade and Rook have a passive aggressive rivalry. Like imagine them in the botanical garden having lunch and Jade handed him a poison mushroom infused tea and Rook just 'accidentally' pours it in a plant watching it wither. While looking Jade dead in the eyes, both have smiles on there faces, as they passive aggressively try to kill each other.

Cater x Jade or Rook would be so fucking funny. Like imagine dating the most dangerous students in the school but hey at least the dick is crazy.

Trey has a collection of his baby teeth and his siblings baby teeth on his night stand. No-one brings it up...ever.

another reason why Cater doesn't eat sweets is because he'll get a tooth ache just eating a smore.

A student once asked Crewel if it was possible to make 'crack' in potionology..... Crewel wasn't getting paid enough for this.

Crowley has committed tax evasion.

Azul Is thicc. I said what I said, and don't boo me. I'm right.

Ruggie is banned from Monstro Lounge due to finding loop holes in Azul's contracts and getting free stuff.

Malleus hates cake with too much frosting, It defeats the purpose of the cake.

Malleus would use fae circles to teleport prefect to him.

Floyd likes to just bite things, especially his phone case.

Rook takes the best photos.

Sometimes people forget that Vil is an actor and model, so when seeing him in a movie, commercial or magazine they just get jump scared and remembered .

" oh yeah....Housewarden Vil is a celebrity.."

I think prefect is desensitized to meeting famous or high status people that they're not a big deal to them. Imagine Prefect going to a cafe and THE KALIM AL ASIM Is paying for their drink, everyone is shocked that someone who's richer than royalty is paying for you and all you say is " Oh thanks Kalim. "

I feel like up to book 6 every dorm leader helped out in repairing Ramshackle adding there own piece of their dorms in there. A gaming room from Idia, A luxurious bathroom with skin care supplies and designer clothes from Vil, pantry and groceries from Heartslaybul and Scarabia and a cook book from Trey and Jamil respectively. An indoor and outdoor pool from Savannah claw, wallpaper and decor from Azul, and finally furniture and jewelry from Malleus.

[acti-veg]

hi acti, shits pretty bleak in the U.S. at the moment. I'm very proud of my folks for voting 93 and 80% majority for blue but it's not enough. We're taking this time to just rest and try to think of ways to brace for what's coming. Especially with FDA and health inspection rollbacks in place. My family's majority plant-based save for my mom. Idk if u remember or if u had gotten it, but I wrote an anonymous message a long time ago asking if there was a way to transition my mom from backyard egg vegetarianism with rescue hens to veganism, especially since I don't think we can trust animal products soon. I really want to start a micro farm, (like a freight hydroponics microfarm or something similar) if possible because soon I won't trust the soil from big box stores as I can't sterilize it enough nor grow year round and its gonna be a rough 4 years and up. I'm just looking for hobbies to help feed my community if anything.

(Im so sorry if this seems like the beginning manifesto of an online recipe) but Do you happen to have any sources on vegan alternatives to beekeeping? Or any sources on sustainable indoor hydroponic farming that could feed several people? Or if you think its best to keep rescue chickens for eggs and transition my mom to plant-based sources for her own safety now? Thank u in advance

I want to preface this by saying I don't really have any personal experience with this, so my answer here is based solely on research. It will depend on the level of space you have in your home, but even if you have a couple of spare rooms to use, I think you'll need to manage your expectations a little bit.

It is unlikely that you'll be able to become self-sufficient unless you have access to a plot of land. What you'll be growing will supplement what you're buying, but it won't replace it. Communal allotments could be an option, but that will depend heavily on where you are and how available they are, as well. Even then, the quantity you'll produce on a small allotment will not be enough to feed several people.

That said, you can grow quite a lot indoors or on a small plot of land, and you'll certainly be able to provide a real boost of fresh fruit and veg, either to community kitchens or to your family. I don't think that having animal inputs would really provide much of a benefit since you'd also have to rely on buying or growing feed, so my recommendation would be to just start with trying to supplement what you're buying now, with easy options to grow at home.

As for resources, here is highly rated book on vegetable gardening, if you do have access to an outdoor space. For indoor, this is supposed to be a good entry level book, here is a more extensive text focused on soiless growing, and here is one focused on equipment. There are also a couple of active subreddits on this, but I think that these four combined should provide a really good foundation to get you going - but it is apparently a lot of trial and error, and you will need to set some money aside for an initial investment into your equipment.

I think that it's a great idea so start to look towards growing your own food, but don't get too wrapped up in the self-sufficiency idea. Reach out to local growers and grower communities, make connections at farmers markets, see if you can do any work in community gardens to learn. Community is what is going to get people through this, and making those connections now would be wise.

Edit: Check this advice from a knowledgeable anon as well.

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness V /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Death of a character.

Word Count: 2K

Notes: Wow, chapter 5 already, I can only thank you all for the support, you guys are amazing, love you ❤️

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Saying that Azriel was scared, was a gentle way to address his feelings, he was terrified, and the thought of moving to a completely different place, filled with strangers ready to judge him was driving him insane, Y/N reassured him that Loralen would be waiting, she even invited his brothers and Feyre to join them and meet Thera.

All of them were wearing the best Night Court fashion, Feyre was wearing her crown, a floor-length dress, a deep black with some silver spots to represent the night sky, Rhysand also had his crown and a black suit, matching his High Lady, Cassian had his hair in a bun, his new leathers hugging his toned body, Rhysand tried to convince him to wear something else but he refused. Azriel was wearing black pants, truth teller strapped to his thigh, a grey shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows, showing a trace of tattoos, the first buttons open and his siphons glowing lightly.

"You have a little bit of saliva here, might want to clean it up before someone else notices." Evanore whispered in Y/N's ear, her sweet giggle made the brunette female roll her eyes, Azriel was a handsome male, seeing him wearing something that wasn't his leathers was quite a view, he had a side smile while he listened to something that Feyre said, his wings proudly behind his back, the shirt tighten around his muscles, he was a handsome male but he was her High Lord, nothing more.

"It's time to go." Y/N said, loud and clear, everyone turned her way, and she could see the anxious expressions, she was feeling anxious herself, she wanted to go home, back to her life, and get ready for war. They made a circle, holding each other's hands while Evanore transported them, it took only a few seconds and they were in front of a huge mansion. "Welcome to Tornan Manor, the High Lord's house."

The manor was beautiful, the front garden was like a little maze with a fountain in the middle of the garden, tall trees, maybe with thousands of years, adorned the sides of the heavy gates, and a stone trail led the way from the gate to the double stairs, Elain would love a garden like this, Feyre thought to herself. The exterior was made of stone, many windows were open and they could see a glass part, a greenhouse filled with indoor plants.

The oak doors opened as they walked towards it, things were even more pretty inside, grey walls and a marble floor, adorned with fancy paintings and black furniture, even if the place was so dark, still seemed so alive as they walked, Y/N guided the way to a huge staircase, the second floor had the same colors as the first one, big chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the way.

"This place is wonderful, you're lucky Az." Cassian said, his eyes scanning every corner of the house, the female kept walking until she turned left, crossing an arch on the wall, they were met with a hallway filled with closed doors, Evanore ran past them, opening one of the doors and disappearing.

"This is the dormitory wing of the Manor, it was requested that the rooms were prepared for you." She stopped in front of a door. "This is your room Cassian. You can get ready for our meal later in here." She opened the door, a big bed in the middle of the room, large windows from the floor to the ceiling, dark curtains, a fireplace with some seats in front of it, and two doors inside that led to the bathroom and the closet, a desk in the right corner and some shelves filled with books.

"Thank you." The general spoke before closing his door, the other rooms were pretty much the same, the High Lord and Lady got a room next to Cassian's and Azriel in front of him, they were all instructed to enjoy some time before they reunited again for a meal together with the High Lord of Shadows.

As everyone closed their doors, Y/N rushed through the hallway, her eager hands pushing the double doors to Loralen's room open, the Lord sat at his desk, writing something, his head slowly turning her way, a smile forming on his lips as he spotted her.

"My dear, you're back." She walked to him, giving him a tight hug before sitting at his side. "Missed having you with me on my daily studies." She smiled.

"I found him!" His eyes more quickly than ever looked at her again, tears slowly filling his hazel eyes. "He's here, with the High Lord from the Night Court, maybe you want to join us for a meal?" He nodded.

"Of course my dear, we have a lot to discuss, can you send someone to prepare me a bath? I have to be presentable for our guests." She giggled, getting up and kissing the top of his head.

"l'll send someone." 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving her room, after getting everything ready for the evening, she was finally ready to join. She was wearing a black mid-length dress, thin straps, and a flowy skirt, her hair in a braid and her dagger on her thigh, she entered the room and everyone noticed how light she seemed here, her shoulders less tense and her features less harsh, Azriel's eyes drifted to her cleavage, a pink scar laying there, disappearing in the fabric and her right arm had a tattoo, from her wrist to her shoulder, the black ink made her even more beautiful, he wondered how he haven't noticed it before.

Azriel nervously looked to the door, he was informed that Loralen would be joining them, his palms were sweating as he waited to meet his grandfather, the doors opened and a man stood on the side.

"The High Lord Loralen from The Court of Shadows." He announced and an old fae entered the room, Azriel immediately noticed that he looked like his mother, his grey hair and hazel eyes were somehow familiar, they stood up, bowing to him and the old man slowly walked to the empty seat in the head of the table, he smiled and motioned for the others to sit as well.

"It's so good to have you all here, especially you, my grandson, Azriel." He felt weird as he listened to the old fae, he never thought about his mother's family, let alone thought that he would meet his grandfather. "As you may know, my time here is ending and you're soon to be High Lord, you will have all the help you need and I'm sure we can count on the High Lord to help you with anything you may need." Rhys nodded.

"Let the feast begin then." He snapped his fingers and all types of foods appeared on the table, the evening was fun, the food was good, the wine exceptional and the talking was pleasable, Loralen talked about Eletha and court duties, and everyone shared a history or two, Az felt his heart squeezing happily as he watched the family he chose interact with his family by blood.

His brothers noticed how relaxed he seemed, listening to his mother's childhood stories, his eyes shining brightly as he felt closer to her like she was there with him, Rhysand was also quick to notice the shy glances Y/N directed him, smiling openly as the High Lord talked, her eyes would watch Azriel's smile and her cheeks would get red, quickly looking down afraid of being caught. As the night got closer, Loralen invited Azriel for a walk while Y/N led them to a living room so they continued the talk with more good wine.

"It's like having Eletha again, you look a lot like your mother." The old fae spoke, they were walking in a huge library, filled with so many unknown books, Azriel's shadows danced around frantically, exploring the place.

"I only remember a couple of things about her, I was really young when she died." He said, the tears still threatening to spill, he was on the verge of tears all day, even if he never stepped on this place before, something felt familiar, weirdly, he felt as if this was his home as much as the night court was, the feeling that he truly belonged here filled his chest.

"She was my light, I never wanted to find her more than when I learned she had a son, I was a grandfather, I wanted to meet you and I'm glad I'm still alive." He turned to Azriel, his hands grabbing Az's. " Can I give you a hug?" Azriel nodded and the fae pulled him closer, Azriel had to hold back a sob as he let himself enjoy the warm embrace of his grandfather.

"What if I can't do it?" He allowed himself to be vulnerable just this time. "What if I'm not able to be a good High Lord? What if I let people down?" The man looked at Azriel, his eyes filled with affection towards him, they sat in front of a window, looking at the stars and the moon that illuminated everything outside, Loralen was still holding Azriel's hands and for the first time in years, he didn't feel uncomfortable with it.

"It's not easy, I'm afraid to do things wrong all the time, I felt so guilty when we almost lost the battle all those years ago, I am afraid of not being enough, it's a scary job, but only you can do it, and having people you trust by your side makes things easier, I don't know anything about your relationship with the night court members, but I can feel that they will be by your side no matter what, you just have to be courageous enough to ask for help, asking for help it's not a sign of weakness, it only means you want to be better." Azriel smiled, the words bringing some comfort to his wild thoughts, he could do it.

"Thank you, this really means a lot to me, knowing that you trust me enough to give me with your crown." The man smiled too.

"This doesn't belong to anyone else, you're the only one strong enough to carry the weight of being High Lord." Azriel kept quiet, contemplating his words, his shadows laying peacefully around the two males. "Your shadows, they are a part of our dynasty, only the Malthalions have shadows they can manipulate and talk to, you're the last one that I see having them." Azriel smiled proudly at them.

"Wow, I had no idea this was a family thing, I thought they just liked me." They laughed and talked a little while before Azriel escorted him to his chambers and went to meet his family.

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"If Evanore can make us travel that fast, why do you still need to do some research?" Cassian asked, his cheeks red from the wine, they were sitting in a circle, talking about the future.

"It's not that simple, I have to be present to be able to transport you, what we want is to make that travel possible without a witch around to do the work." Eva explained, her hand brushing the white strand away from her face.

"That would be good, I don't think I can winnow this far." Rhys laughed, being joined by the others, Azriel opened the doors, Feyre was leaning on Rhyand's shoulder in a double seat couch, Cassian was comfortable in an armchair, Y/N and Evanore sat together on a couch similar to the one Rhys and Fey were, Y/N was resting her feet on Eva's lap, all of their eyes landing on Azriel when it happened.

The manor trembled, and everyone could feel the change in the atmosphere, Azriel reeked of magic, his shadows resting around him, lethal and ready to strike, a golden crown appearing in his head, that could only mean something, Loralen was dead, Azriel was officially the High Lord.

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @fieldofdaisiies @devilsfoodcake22

[stonesparrow]

Early Riser Ch. 4

The Ishigami-Oki-Ogawa party continues their quest!

Once they reach a farming town, they revive what looks to be a family of rice farmers, since it’s still rice planting season and they can actually try to start production. 

“We’re certainly thankful that you freed us,” the patriarch of the family says as soon as he realizes what’s going on, “but…who are you people? You don’t exactly look like the sort who’d be affiliated with the government or the military.”

Mr. Ogawa steps forward. “Apologies for the rudeness. My name is Ogawa Makoto,” he says. “This is my wife Hikari and daughter Yuzuriha, and our friends, the Okis and young Senku. We’re all just ordinary folks, really. The kids were the ones who discovered how to undo the petrification.”

The Kuratas, as they introduce themselves by, are certainly surprised that teenagers managed to figure out how to revive statues, but Mr. Ogawa manages to talk them into being on board with the plan since they’re not particularly keen on the idea of the military seizing control of their farm.

“This is all…a lot to take in,” Mrs. Kurata says. “We were just about to finish up the month’s planting, and now it looks like we’ll have to do it all over again, only with new, unforseen challenges.”

The main issue is the lack of electricity and fuel. The Kuratas have an emergency generator, and there’s the one that the Okis brought from Tokyo, but the Kuratas’ runs on gasoline, and non of them are exactly equipped for restarting the oil drilling industry. So with few other options, they start preparing for a return to more traditional living, breaking out a stash of candles and books on more old-fashioned but still effective farming practices. 

The Kuratas also prove to be quite generous, assuring them that they needn’t set up in tents outside the house but instead should sleep inside with the family. Mr. and Mrs. Oki are given the guest room, while a storage room is cleared out for Mr. and Mrs. Ogawa. Yuzuriha is invited to share the Kuratas’ daughter Ryoko’s room, and the boys set up in the living room on the couches.

It’s a bit cramped, and with the plumbing out figuring out how to deal with the toiletries situation was a hassle and a half, but it’ll be their life for the next several weeks.

Days usually pass like this: Senku wakes up, takes his turn in the “bathroom” they made outside, then goes to the rebuilt quail coop to collect eggs for breakfast. The little birds have a shockingly high egg production, good for increasing the protein in their diets. Yuzuriha will either be hanging up laundry outside or doing mending indoors, while Mrs. Kurata and Mr. Oki are cooking, Taiju is chopping wood, the Ogawas are tending to the vegetable garden, and Mrs. Oki, Mr. Kurata, and Ryoko prepare for a day of hunting and surveying.

Mr. Kurata is thoughtful and pragmatic, while Mrs. Kurata is skilled at seeing the big picture when it comes to their agricultural plans. They’re both a bit stunned by Senku’s skills with mechanics and engineering, but thankfully they seem to care more about efficiency than questioning Senku’s abilities.  

Ryoko is nineteen, a talented shot, and an extremely bright personality that Mrs. Oki, grumpy as she is, quickly takes a liking to. Taiju seems to enjoy talking to her about sporty things, and after a while Yuzuriha starts calling her Ryoko-nee. Senku isn’t sure what to make of her, honestly. She’s very chatty, and seems to hate the feeling of dead air with no conversation. Even when Senku’s tinkering away at something in the shed alone, she usually finds out where he is and tries to talk to him.

And then one evening Senku finds her sitting up against the side of the toolshed gazing out into the distance with a strangely lost look in her eyes. 

He stands there silently for an uncomfortable amount of time before she finally seems to notice him. “Oh. Hi.”

“...Hi.” 

They stare at each other for a long moment. Finally, Ryoko breaks eye contact and leans back against the tree. “You know. We had a cat.”

She smiles wistfully. “Her name was Wasabi, and she was a real spirited little thing. Scratched me more times than I can count, really. And an excellent mouser. She’d bring all sorts of dead birds into the house and leave them on the furniture, it drove my mom nuts.”

Ryoko sighs. “She was eight years old.”

Senku does the math. Cats live an average of thirteen to seventeen years. If Wasabi was still alive, she’d be eighteen. Not impossible, but…

He sticks his hands in his pockets. “...I’m going to go check on the fencing around the quail coop. You want to help?”

Ryoko is silent for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “You know what? Yeah.”

It becomes a thing for them, hanging out when Ryoko runs out of words.

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A few weeks later, they venture out to the Kuratas’ neighbors and revive them as well, and steadily begin to rebuild the local farming community. They’re still being rather careful not to revive too many people at once, especially since they’re getting all their water from local rivers and relying pretty heavily on small scale vegetable farms as well as hunting for their food. 

Summer passes, and the food stockpile continues to grow. Senku works with the one electrical engineer in the community in order to salvage the parts to rig up solar panels to provide electricity to everyone, which allows them to work in the night as well as the day. The Ishigami-Oki-Ogawas also move out of the Kuratas’ place into an unused home owned by an older granny whose children left the farm life for the city, and every day there’s something to fix, something to build, and something to talk about. 

There might not be video games anymore, but there are still books—some that are definitely a bit damaged, but in good enough condition to read. There’s still board games. There’s even an old CRT that one of the older folks has that Senku manages to revive for everyone to crowd into the town library in order to watch frankly ridiculously ancient tapes on. 

It’s a nice life, as busy and strange as it is. 

Eventually, their revival fluid supplies start to dwindle, and Senku decides it’s about time that they set out in search of some proper machinery for both the Haber and Ostwald processes in order to more consistently produce ammonia and nitric acid respectively. Their best bet is to go to the factories of Mitsubishi Chemical Holdings, the country’s leading chemicals company, which is conveniently located in Tokyo. 

Obviously Senku is going on the mission, though Taiju and Yuzuriha elect to stay behind in the farming community since their skills probably aren’t the most helpful for revitalizing chemicals production. Mr. Ogawa decides to go with him, along with a few of the engineers they have. They also make plans to stop by the hospital to collect some medications and other items that are in short supply in the town clinic. 

When they get there however, they’re met with a huge surprise. A blonde couple in ratty looking clothes stands before them in front of the hospital doors, people that Senku at least recognizes from a few photographs sent over text.

Mr. Ogawa breaks the stunned silence with a calm, “Hello there. Do you speak Japanese? English?”

“English is better,” the man says hesitantly. “You are survivors?”

Suddenly, the woman gasps and points directly at Senku. “You’re Byakuya’s boy!”

“Byakuya?” Mr. Ogawa blinks. “Senku-kun, do you know these people?”

Senku laughs, and there’s a lightness in his heart as he does so. 

“In a way. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Nikitin.”

[charlottepuddingsposts]

🎒, 🍄 and 🧣for sumire!

hi mel! thanks for the questions and have a great day!! I tried to do something different with design this time

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

well, sumire's not a huge fan of big bags, they're kind of a hassle for her, honestly. instead, she prefers a small, cute shoulder bag. inside, she usually keeps the essential stuff - her wallet, phone, small notebook, a pencil case, and some snacks, just in case. she doesn't like carrying extra things, so her bag is pretty light. but sometimes, when she's feeling a bit more adventurous, she'll throw in a book or some flower seeds.

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

sumire's absolutely obsessed with nature. she loves being outside, surrounded by trees and flowers, it's like her happy place. she could spend hours just sitting by the river, listening to the birds chirping, or walking through a forest, feeling all that fresh air and the calming sounds of nature. and yeah, she definitely has outdoor hobbies like gardening and going for long walks. there's something about being in nature that just makes her heart full and content. but don't get her wrong, she still loves spending time indoors studying and caring for her plants.

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

she is totally into cozy and comfortable things. sumire’s got this favourite blanket - it's super soft and fluffy, like wrapping herself in a big warm hug. sitting under the blanket with a warm drink and just zoning out is like her ultimate stress-reliever. and it's not just physical comforts she seeks, sometimes a simple "everything's gonna be okay" from someone she cares about really calms her nerves.

divider credit @/cafekitsune

[ryanscabinlife]

I have been swamped these past couple of days outside and it's been extremely invigorating! Here are garden updates and some of the things I'm currently working on

First is the garlic! it's looking fantastic, they're just about 2 feet now and some are starting to get really thick.

Yesterday I planted my tomatoes. I specifically did not even bother starting seed for these guys, coz first of all we don't really have the indoor space, and also we had such great luck last year so we just repeated what we did. We just bought some from our local garden centre. Last year, we had 6 roma tomatoes (our favourite tomato variety) and it fed us throughout the summer and we've even managed to can over a dozen mason jars that we enjoyed in the winter. This year I have 30 of them! Last year, we had 2 cherry tomatoes, this year we planted 6.

Since our property is not big enough to have a well, the garden is 100% being watered by rainwater that we collect. Unfortunately for us, it's been a bit dry lately, hoping for more rain in June. Due to this circumstance, I decided to mulch what I could, in the hope that it will contain the moisture in the ground.

Shawn claimed a corner to turn into a place to relax and read books and god knows what. I will leave that to him but I was tasked to create a border to kinda separate it from the rest of the garden. I want to use some logs, terracotta pots, and other recycled things in our yard. So far this is what a have :(. I have been checking Facebook Marketplace every day for big planters but so far no luck. What's up with people wanting $100 for stuff that they don't want anyway?

I direct seeded a ton of things in the long beds where the trellis structure is including the snow pea I started indoors just a couple of weeks ago

Most of the potatoes are out! I've never grown potatoes before so this is a little too exciting for me

It turns out we have an apple tree and she is blooming! I don't exactly know what she is, my guess is some sort of crabapple. I'm so glad I didn't let Shawn chop her when we were building

And finally, the big project that's keeping me busy. My 42 feet border. This is the part where I don't know what I am doing. I've never planted ornamental flower beds before so it's kinda scaring me. Most of the things planted in this bed are perennials and few annuals on the front. I also broadcasted wildflowers all over. I'm really hoping for a cottage garden look for this one. Can't wait to see it in the summer when it's all filled up (hopefully)

25-May-2023

[raychleadele]

What resources would you suggest for someone who wants to get into plant life?? I live near Dallas and I’ve tried my hand out a few times with plants but I feel so clueless and I’m not even sure what plants would thrive here! Any books? Videos? Podcasts??

I watch a lot of YouTube videos! What to recommend fully depends on what kind of plants you want to get into. Different kinds of plants require different kinds of care.

Succulents and cacti have similar care requirements, including WAY MORE LIGHT THAN YOU THINK. Succulents especially have a reputation for being easy to care for, and they are, but only after you figure out what they want. I spent years killing them before I got comfortable with them, but I love them now! They really really don’t need much water - mine get watered around once a month at most, but often even less - and you will want to get them a grow light. No, a sunny window isn’t enough. One of my favorite YouTubers for succulent care is Succulents and Sunshine.

Other houseplants need water more frequently and can thrive with less light, but even “low light” varieties do need light! A sunny window can be enough for most of them, but if you want plants in other areas of the house, a grow light can still be beneficial. A moisture meter is a cheap tool that can help you check if they need water or not. I usually water mine around once a week. A good YouTuber for houseplant care is Sheffield Made Plants.

If you want to grow things outside, first you want to look up the USDA Plant Hardiness Zone Map. Hardiness zones simply are a code to tell you what plants can grow well in your region, and are based on average low temperatures of a region. Pretty much any plant or seed you buy will have a suggested zone range on its tag. Higher numbers have higher average low temperatures and generally a longer growing season. I believe Dallas is in Zone 8, which is a couple zones warmer than mine.

If you want to grow vegetables, which is something I love doing, you can start seeds in a seed tray indoors under a grow light a few weeks before your last frost and then transplant them to your garden once the weather is warm enough and the seedlings are at least a couple inches tall. I did this with tomatoes and peppers this year, and they did great! Some plants do fine being “direct sown” (planting seeds directly in the garden without being started indoors) and I’ve had good success doing this with lettuces and other greens, as well as beans. Regardless of your method, you usually want to plant more seeds than you think you need, because not all of them will sprout. If you don’t want to bother with planting seeds, you can get plant starts at a plant nursery or big box hardware store. I usually do this for things like herbs. Outdoor plants will need to be watered more often than indoor plants because they dry out more quickly. I usually try to water my vegetable garden about every 2-3 days, but they’ll want daily water when they’re very young. One YouTuber I like for vegetable gardening is Gardener Scott, who is in Colorado, but I’m sure there are others who grow in a climate more similar to yours, so look around!

I don’t have much experience growing flowers outdoors, but I imagine the advice for them would be very similar to my advice for vegetable gardening. I don’t have any content creators to recommend for this category unfortunately, but I’m sure they’re out there!

This is just a very quick overview, but hopefully these tips can help you get started! If you want me to dig into a particular kind of plant more deeply, I’d be happy to! And don’t let a plant death discourage you - I have killed so many plants in my many years of caring for them, and even just this year I had multiple things in my vegetable garden simply not grow at all. (Looking at you, chives. Two years in a row now that they haven’t even sprouted! What the hell!) Every failure is a chance to learn, and not a sign that you’re not good at it! When something dies, or simply doesn’t sprout, don’t give up. It happens to all of us. Good luck planting!

[munsonownsmyass]

Matthias Helvar x reader

Notes: I got tagged in this post and well... It inspired me. Thanks for the inspo @theradioactivespidergwen 😆🩷

It's just a silly little something. Unbeta'ed, unedited. First thing I've written in months. Enjoy 🤣

Warnings: None, really. Unless you don't like werewolves... Or women who like werewolves. Some fluff, a boy too big for his furry body, a little spice.

Words: under 1k

With a heavy sigh, you turn the car off and stare into the darkness. Already so dark. You loved this time of year, sure, but not getting home until it was already dark could be so depressing. The only real light was the moonlight, bathing your small cabin in a pale glow.

Grabbing all your stuff, you get out of the car, slowly making your way to the front door. You really couldn’t wait to just relax. Maybe take a hot bath? Wash the day off. Have a nice dinner. But walking in, you realize that’s not going to happen.

Right in front of you, crouching so he doesn’t hit the ceiling, is your boyfriend. Correction, the furrier version of your boyfriend. It dawns on you that it’s a full moon tonight.

“Matthias, what have I told you about shifting indoors?” You sigh as you take the coat off. The big wolf turns, knocking over a lamp with his tail. “Matthias!”

“Sorry.” The voice still throws you off sometimes, so much deeper and gritty compared to his normal warm and smooth voice. You didn’t mind it, though.

It’s almost comical watching this huge mass of a wolf lean down to pick up the lamp, trying to maneuver his claws delicately on the shade, trying to get it back on. Matthias was a big guy even in his human form, but as a wolf? Big. Intimidating. Hot, honestly.

You take pity on him and walk over, taking the lamp from him. As you do, you feel his eyes on you. That’s when you hear it. A soft thud thud thud. Looking around his side, you see his tail wagging, hitting the couch with every swing.

“Someone’s happy.” You say, unable to stop smiling yourself.

“Happy because you’re here.” He says, his tone soft as his paw comes to rest on your cheek. Leaning down, his nose nudges at your other cheek, inhaling your scent before placing a soft lick on your neck. So far, Matthias has barely touched you in his wolf form, fearing he couldn’t control himself around you. That he’d end up hurting you. The touches had been fleeting, barely there. Yet, every time, it would set you on fire.

You knew he could tell. How he could hear your heart speed up, your pulse quickening. The swallow, strained breathing followed by a tiny gasp at the roughness of his tongue on your delicate skin. The scent of your arousal in the air.

His paw gently falls from your face as he steps away, his eyes averting yours. He can’t hide his desire for you either, despite his best efforts. The giant paws do a poor job covering his erection and he looks away ashamed. Instead of telling him again that he has no need to feel embarrassed, you walk to the kitchen with your groceries to give him some space.

“I bought us some nice steaks. Big one for you, of course.” You look over your shoulder with a wink before pulling more stuff out of the bag. “And waffles for the dessert.”

You turn around to look at him, seeing a wide smile on his face. Even though he’s 7 feet tall, broader than any man and covered in dark fur, his smile always makes you think of a Golden Retriever puppy. You’re pretty sure Matthias is the only werewolf pulling of looking this cute.

Just as you’re about to say some more, a loud thud fills the air. His wagging tail has brushed one of your books off the coffee table. When he moves to pick it up, he almost knocks a plant over. You don’t even have it in you to get mad, seeing how adorable he is, holding the book to his chest in one hand and balancing the plant in the other.

“No more shifting in the house.” He agrees, putting the stuff back as you make your way around the kitchen counter to him.

“Well… there is one room where you can’t really knock anything over.” You softly, your tone flirty as you run your fingers through the soft fur on his chest. He’s probably going to say no. He’s done so every other time. But maybe… today could be your lucky day.

“But… Min hajefetla, I-”

“You won’t hurt me.” The plea in your voice clear as one hand slowly makes its way down his abs, feeling every ridge of his hard body. Wrapping your hand around his sheath, you look into his eyes. “Please.”

With a snarl, he pick you up in his arms, making his way down the hall to the bedroom. When his eyes find yours, they’re dark with desire, his tongue coming out to lick his snout. “If you end up bruised, remember you asked for this, min trassel.”

Tagging: @e-dubbc11 @mindidjarin @itwasthereaminuteago @hlkwrites @pedrito-friskito @mattmurdocksscars @murdock-and-the-sea

[aurorabayrpg]

we wanted to thank everyone who submitted their characters for this! we had a total of 60 pairings!

please see the list below of every character who signed up with their likes, and below that will be who they're paired with! gifts can begun being sent today until january 5th. if any gifts aren't recieved by then, please let us know! and please make sure your character's submit box is open! along with a submission, a gift may also be posted on your blog and tagging the recipient, or even a thread can be made of the gifting! just be sure to use ab.secretsanta for your posts!

character submissions:

Angel Rojas @firefighterrojas Whiskey, indoor plants, novelty socks and american football

Ann Thompson @mrsmamathompson Anything homemade, wine, loves when a gift means something

Asher Ortiz @heyits-asher Herb, longboard or surf supplies, tall socks, pizza

Aurelia Cavendish @cavenshh Fashion, wine, makeup, loves when things look expensive and probably aren’t

Axel Mathis @axel-mathis Coffee, music, and anything home made.

Basilio Aaragon @basaaragon Donations to any queer youth groups/food banks/women's shelters and pens & notebooks since he's always losing his.

Benjamin Hyun @benj-hyun Star Wars, bourbon, basketball

Blake Michaels @blake-michaels Watercolor supplies, Stanley cups, running gear

Camille Reese @ithinkitscami Plants, earrings, and gift cards

Camryn Hendricks @camryn-hendricks candles, hiking supplies, hot yoga

Caroline Kelly @thecarolinexkelly whiskey, records/anything music related, incense, plants

Castillo Aaragon @castillo-aargon Coffee, old books, old man shit

Celia Baker @celia-baker musical theatre, sewing stuff, maximalism decor, pastels, fun sweaters

Emerson Cassidy @emersonxcassidy classic literature, teas, candles, doesn’t really drink

Evangeline Evans @msevangeline-evans dark academia, books, tea, dark cottage core

Evie Watson @eviexwatson journals, art supplies, tea, anything rock related.

Finn Brooks @finn-brooks books (historical and non-fiction), 80s classic rock, odd trinkets

Fletcher Bailey @fletcher-bailey homemade things, I.e. knitted hats or home baked cookies, practical house items, small spice garden for indoors

Gillian Liang @thegillyxliang classic rock, the x-files, anything funky/psychedelic, gummies of the adult variety

Holland Bright @hollandbrights anything art related, old post cards, and candles that aren't floral scented. she loves odd thrift finds.

Imani Lihn @xoimani candy, trying to get into reading more, anything cutesy

Iris Alderidge @theirisxalderidge anything fashion, red wine, gold jewelry, perfume (chanel, versace, anything expensive)

Isla Dubois @itsisla-dubois pink, rose gold jewelry, modern rococo style, ballet

Jace Bergeron @jaceberg coffee, board games, cookbooks, sweet treats, legos & v-bucks

Jackson Ellie @jacksonxellis anything surfing related, weed, dog toys/clothing for his dog, gag gifts

Jas Russell @jasrussell books, vinyls, anything pistachio flavoured

Juniper Soo @juniper-soo pastel witchy items, anything moon and stars, mod inspired pieces, pop art jewelry

Kalina Slater-Horne @screamqueen-slater spooky things, cryptids, true crime, Halloween stuff, horror movies she doesn’t really like anything to do with cooking cause she can’t do it.

Kerem Mueller @keremms Anything audio, not a big drinker, loves music

Kieran Keene @kierankeane crystals, crystals, more crystals, vapes, weed

Layne Dell @layne-dell music, art, cooking, wine.

Linnea Lorenzo @linnea-lorenzo music, things she can use for her son Nico, dance supplies, candles, stuffed animals, blankets, cozy things

Liza Evans @thelizaxevans loves baking/anything kitchen-y, vanilla scented things, anything pink/florally, or anything for her daughter (or her current pregnancy craving of gummy candy)

Lorelai Lewis @lorelailewis designer perfume, korean skincare, charlotte tilbury make-up and band tee's

Lucinda Caldwell @thelucexcaldwell loves anything bright and whimsical, likes drinking and smoking and partying, tattoos, coffee,

Malakai Lomas @kailomas surfer, loves anything to do with his hair, probably be happy with coupons for food

Mariana Velasco @marivelasc makeup, jewelry, heart felt made presents even if it’s not a like of hers, she’ll keep it

Maverick Liu @maverick-liu travel gear, rings and bracelets, stuff for his turtle (Barturtlemew), work out gear

Maxwell Carson @maxcarson books, tools, fidget toys, hats, doesn't drink that much

Mei Lian Huang @themeixhuang tea, candles, cardigans, wine, flower seeds, toy gardening supplies for her daughter

Nelson Quinn @the-nelson-quinn alcohol, expensive looking things, clothes, coffee, sunglasses, movies, he doesn’t really dislike anything and is open to anything creative too

Noah Atwood @noah-atwood d&d dice sets, burger joints, Pokémon Go, blankets or snuggies

Noelle Driscoll @noellexdriscoll crochet, food, cats

Oriana Perez @orianacperez skin care, hair care, makeup, books, perfume. she LOVES a good spa day.

Paxton Brady @paxton-brady art supplies, frog-themed figurines or stickers or the like, cozy clothes (beanies, slippers, fuzzy socks)

Peyton Dyer @pytndyer books

Priya Desai @priyaxdesai anything sea salt scented, wine, gold accessories, planners or anything to help her get her life together

Ramsey Rivera @missxrivera fashion, art supplies, accessories, jewelry, trinkets and things to hold trinkets, tea, and vintage aesthetics she doesn’t really like expensive things

Robin Santos @robinsantos novelty mugs, coffee and vinyls

Rowan Dyer @lonelyhcart candles, twizzlers, soft blankets, wine & anything ford tamblyn.

Samuel Kane @samucl-kane plant supplies, cute and simple decor, Driftwood coffee

Sterling Levin @sterlingxlevin painting, surfing, animals, clothes, jewelry

Violet Tamblyn @vi-tamblyn sparkles, y2k, makeup, graphic tees

Vincent Quinn @vincentquinn disposable camera, film, old postcards, wine, & vinyls

Warner St. James @warnerstjames video games, funko pops, marvel, arcane and 90's fashion

Wes Evans @wesxevans painting, crystals, incense, chess, books, cooking

Willow Thomas @willow-thomas enjoys anything that can be used to create, flowers, sweet scents, funny socks

Zachariah Frost @zachariah-frost art stuff, beanies, wears mainly black and white

Zarina Mari @zarinamcri planners, gel pens, uncrustables, cute jibbitz, & sonny angels

Below is the list of who will be giving a gift to whom:

Angel - Zarina

Ann - Benjamin

Asher - Vincent

Aurelia - Sterling

Axel - Castillo

Basilio - Gillian

Benjamin - Celia

Blake - Warner

Camille - Rowan

Camryn - Linnea

Caroline - Peyton

Castillo - Mei

Celia - Kerem

Emerson - Kai

Evangeline - Finn

Evie - Lorelai

Finn - Ann

Fletcher - Axel

Gillian - Oriana

Holland - Noelle

Imani - Paxton

Iris - Robin

Isla - Kalina

Jace - Aurelia

Jackson - Iris

Jas - Samuel

Juniper - Maxwell

Kalina - Kieran

Kerem - Liza

Kieran - Willow

Layne - Ramsey

Linnea - Luce

Liza - Isla

Lorelai - Blake

Luce - Imani

Malakai - Basilio

Mariana - Asher

Maverick - Jace

Max - Fletcher

Mei - Nelson

Nelson - Jas

Noah - Wes

Noelle - Layne

Oriana - Evangeline

Paxton - Caroline

Peyton - Zachariah

Priya - Violet

Ramsey - Maverick

Robin - Holland

Rowan - Camryn

Samuel - Evie

Sterling - Noah

Violet - Camille

Vincent - Priya

Warner - Mariana

Wes- Juniper

Willow - Fletcher

Zachariah- Emerson

Zarina - Jackson