#a true celebration of springtime!!

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Dear Lover - Hyunjin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: fiancè Hyunjin x fem! reader

summary: Your parents have picked a husband for your sister and the two of them have been writing love letters back and forth for years before they meet on their wedding day. There is just one problem: you've been the one sending the letters to her future husband and now you're in love!

warnings: just fluff! some angst, drama, very soft hyunjin, lovesick reader

“Maybe start with why you were the one writing me the letters and not your sister?” Hyunjin’s nostrils flared as he spoke. But his tone wasn’t angry, just confused. You looked exactly how he pictured you from your letters. A softness about you that translated through your words.

“She asked me to. In the beginning, she didn’t want to write to you. So, she asked me to do it instead to make our parents happy.” You pulled at the hem of your shirt, twisting it this way and that while your eyes stayed fixed on the ground. “Please, don't be upset with her.”

Hyunjin stepped back for a moment. His eyes searched yours as the two of you finally locked onto one another. Eyes that he had pictured late at night. A face he had only seen in his dreams. Everything he had said in the letter was true. He was in love, just not with your sister. But the wedding was planned, the invitations sent out.

It was springtime when the letters first began. You remember the sound of birds chirping outside your bedroom window when your parents made the announcement that your sister was to be wed on the year of her 21st birthday.

“But I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never met!” She screamed. You were only partially paying attention. You were no longer the focus of your parents' attention. You were twenty-four now and practically a spinster. Your sister was going to have her wedding the very next spring. One year. She had one year to comply and accept what was happening.

“We’ve already failed with your older sister, we will not fail with you.” Your father boomed. His fat finger pointed sternly at you.

While your little sister protested for a few weeks, she ultimately agreed upon the marriage if she could at least see who she was to be betrothed to. But letters are all his family would agree to. A stern, traditional family that negotiated the terms of advised letters to be written once a week for one year until the wedding day. Meetings were held in secret by the patriarchs of the two families. Hands were shook and large cigars were smoked in celebration of the upcoming union. Then one cool spring night, your sister came knocking at your door with a favor to ask.

“You’re a writer. Just write the letters for me and make me sound good okay?” She begged, her hands folding together while her eyes pleaded with you.

Reluctantly you agreed. One week after the other, you tried your best to sound like your sister. You wrote about her interests instead of your own. You included her favorite color and her favorite kind of food. But somewhere down the line, you slipped. Hyunjin had written about a favorite book of yours – Little Women. He had written paragraphs discussing the different characters and the depth of their description and diversity from one another. He had gushed about the writing style and the eloquent use of simile and metaphors. And your heart fluttered, fluttered and flipped in a way that was new and exciting. Your next letter was completely you. It was your voice, your thoughts, your ideas. The words just flowed out of you like wine and you would feel almost drunk by the time you signed your sister’s name at the bottom.

Hyunjin would soon write about more personal subjects; his fears and insecurities. Of which you felt a kinship with. You would respond with words of comfort and love, thanking him for being so open and vulnerable with you. You would tell him about a beautiful sunset you saw or the lovely sound that snow made when you take a step early in the morning. Hyunjin would tell you how ready he was to hear that sound. How eager he was to hold you, to hear your laugh and touch your lips at last-

When everything was said and done, you knew the exact moment that things had gone too far. You had said “I love you” in your final letter before the wedding. Hyunjin had responded that he was on his way and that he “loved you more that there were stars in the sky.”

You held that last letter tightly in your hands as the all black town car pulled into the driveway of your family home. You would see him, finally see him, and he would see you. Only you would be a shadow cast behind your sister. Hyunjin could never know that those words were not hers. He would marry her and you would go back to your life before. As Hyunjin slowly stepped out of the car, the sunlight shone through his hair like a beacon. His forearm flexed as he gripped the car door and closed it behind him. He stood still for a moment, his eyes flicking between you and your sister until his gaze finally landed on you. Your sister hastily stepped in front of you and introduced herself. Hyunjin shook his head for a second to break the stare between the two of you before smiling warmly at your sister. He held her tightly, his long arms sweeping around her waist and pulling her close to his chest.

“I am so happy to meet you in person, my love!” He exclaimed, his hand coming up to cradle your sister’s face.

Dinner was a complete blur. The clanking sound of silverware and glasses swirled around your ears while your mind drifted further and further from the dining room. The voices of your family were distant, just an echo of a sound as you attempted to keep your food down. After dinner, Hyunjin and your sister snuck off somewhere in the house to be alone. You made your way up to your room and lied on your bed, willing your brain to erase the last year so the heaviness in your chest would subside.

“Fine! Okay? I didn’t write those stupid letters! But that doesn’t mean anything, right?” your sister shouted from the other side of the wall. You stayed in bed and made your way to the wall that divided your two rooms to see if you could hear anything. “She’s a loser! You don’t want her!” Your sister screamed.

“If she is the one that wrote all those letters, then I do. I do want her.”

Your heart dropped. You moved your head away from the wall and turned to face your bedroom door as you heard footsteps approach.

“Please, don’t be upset with her.”

“I’m not upset with her.” Hyunjin took a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. “You look just as I imagined.” He whispered, his breath brushing softly against your neck.

Your breath hitched as he moved closer. Your hands move instinctively to his waist. Your hips coming into contact with his as his hands move down your back and come to rest at your sides. He leans into your ear and speaks in a low tone. A secret shared just between the two of you. Something intimate that nothing in this world could penetrate. “You’re the one I want to marry. You’re the bride I have been waiting for.”

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[scorpioriesling]

✧˚ · . 𝚁𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳

Enchanted ꕥ

A Springtime Storm ┊͙

So American ꕥ

✧˚ · . 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙽

Red ＊

Sing To Me

✧˚ · . 𝙰𝚉𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻

Casual ┊͙(pt. 2) ┊͙

Guilty as Sin?＊(pt. 2)

Our Worlds Collided

Once Upon A Dream ＊

Midnights ┊͙

✧˚ · . 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽

Unsettled 2 3 4 5

You Belong With Me ＊ꕥ We Belong Together ꕥ

The Prophecy ＊

Dream Come True

On The Sand (H.C.) ꕥ

An Enticing Offer ┊͙

Jealousy, Jealousy ꕥ

Bad Idea, Right? ┊͙ Get Him Back!┊͙

When I Met You In The Summer ꕥ

✧˚ · . 𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂

I Look In People’s Windows ＊

Dangerous Woman ┊͙(pt. 2)

I’m the “Bad Guy”

The Right Swipe┊͙

Invisible String 2 3 4 5 6 Finale

✧˚ · . 𝚃𝙰𝙼𝙻𝙸𝙽

Mr. Ro…Mantic?

Discussions in… Strategy ┊͙

A Chance Meeting ꕥ

✧˚ · .𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

Prompt Request Masterlist

Valentine’s Day ꕥ

Pushed To The Brink ┊͙

TikTok Thirst Traps

Birthday Celebrations ꕥ

Caught in 4k HC┊͙

Too Hot To Handle 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Finale

Random Tropes HC (pt. 2)

What Happens On NYE…

Ideal Mate + Ideal Date HC

Dance For Me, Baby HC

[rottenherbs]

The March into Spring

Pairings: H.P x Hufflepuff! Reader Summary: Springtime came with the rebirth of nature and the energy amongst the students. With most of your time shooed away to nature, a well known wizard seemed to have bonded to you from afar -  W/C: 1.3k A/N: the weather where I live has warmed exponentially and I’m feeling the strangest fomo for the Hogwarts student and the castle during this time of year  [masterlist] Much love, Saige

You always felt like March was the true start of the year. The way the flowers bloomed and life regrew out of the softened dirt. The frost on the stone had melted, the birds woke you in the morning, and the windows around the castle became propped open. 

The soft breeze of spring was around every corner and you could sense the students awaken into a new form of themselves. 

You enjoyed the happiness that came with the change of seasons. The cold barred everyone inside yet the warmth almost shoved everyone outside. Looking at the castle felt as if it had its own rebirth. 

The beauty of the stone and vines whispered to you, Mother Nature lulling you to the greenery with every whip of wind. 

You weren’t one for the study of herbology, but your love for nature was undeniable. Your green thumb came with ease, spending your early mornings in the dew, finding new spots to spend your time alone. 

Yet someone always seemed to have their eye on you, even if you didn’t notice. 

Harry didn’t mean to be creepy, rather it was his anxieties holding him back. It was easier to stay afar; to admire you like you admired the trees. It was challenging sometimes finding you, the outskirts of the castle were bountiful, the endless possibilities of hidden areas you could’ve been. 

But somehow he found you. Every time. 

Whether it was just sheer dumb luck or the power of Mother Nature bringing you together. It felt cosmic. 

With the conclusion of each new rule Umbridge added, it became easier to slip through her wrath outside and away from prying eyes. 

It was after your last lecture on a friday, feeling especially free from the stress of classes making your way through the hallways. Most of the students rushed to their house common rooms undressing from the school robes into something more causal for the big quidditch game later that evening. 

You didnt hate quidditch, it just wasn’t exactly how you’d like to spend your free time. You made note to go to at least two games a year and luckily for you, you had already filled that quota. Unluckily for you, it seemed that hufflepuff lost each game you went to. 

Feeling like there was some ill-fated bone in your body, you steered clear from the match against Gryffindor tonight, wishing them best of luck from afar. 

Harry liked to unwind before matches - finding the energy of the game much more draining if he celebrated before rather than after. Most of the gryffindor team were preparing together down by the pitch , but Harry had other plans. 

“She has to be around here somewhere” Harry thought to himself. He fretted lightly, ignoring the prying eyes of students as he walked down the hallways. His head stayed on a swivel, hoping with every step he was getting closer to seeing you. 

 ———

You had a herbology class together last year. Though very little words were spoken to each other, you were paired up for a small project to better house relations. Professor Sprout deeply believed in pairing up students herself and breaking up the usual suspects. 

For better or for worse, you both kept silent, only speaking about the work and how to properly pot a venomous tentacula without breaking out into intense skin burning hives. Not exactly romantic, but both of your hearts were racing just beneath your robes. 

———-

Ever since that class, his eyes found you in a crowd. The golden robes fit so well with your complexion, lighting up the room as if your smile was the sun. 

With only a few hours to spare, Harry scoured the castle border, attempting to look as casual as possible. Something within him felt like he had to say something you. Anything. 

The unknowing of it all burned in his chest. Being rejected would certainly ease the pain of his thoughts, ease the pain of his yearning. 

Just out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you. Crouched lightly over a bed of sprouting dandelions. He watched you for a second, noticing how your hands grazed the top of the sprouts so delicately. Your fingers lingered over one that was ready to pick, yet your hesitation held you back. 

Harry took a step forward,

“It’s now or never.” 

“Oy! Mate we’re gonna miss-“ Ron’s booming voice echoed the courtyard, the thumping of his feet and bookbag following just behind. Harry watched your head snap up and meet his gaze before directing your attention elsewhere. 

Harry’s hand was mid air, ready to wave but brought short. Ron’s hand slapped Harry’s shoulder - his boisterous excitement falling once he noticed Harry’s eyes. 

“Ohhhhhhh” Ron smirked. “Still on that bird?” His eyes bounced between you and Harry.

 A rise of crimson covered Harry’s face, unbenounced to Ron whether it was out of anger or embarrassment. 

“She’s not a bird.” Harry whispered, turning away from Ron, stepping quite dramatically away. 

“Har- please,, I didn’t mean it like that.” Ron jogged to catch up to Harry. Both of them were unaware that you were sneaking glances, noticing the oddity of their actions. 

“You should go talk to her.” 

“Well I was planning on it-“

“Listen,” Ron coughed, fully sensing his interruption. “ I’ll …. I’ll go find Hermione and you do whatever.. it is you have to do.” Ron stifled, slightly unsure how to support his best friend. Harry shook his head and tightened his lips into a smile. 

“We’ll talk later.” Ron shouted once more, jogging back to the castle with ease. 

“Godrick save me.” Harry mumbled, taking a deep breath in and turning back to face you. 

He kept his head down, looking left and right periodically. You couldn’t have been more than thirty meters away but the walk was absolutely agonizing. 

You watched him walk towards you, waiting until he was close enough to speak. 

“Hey Harry.” You quipped looking up at the boy. His body language was tout, his hands stuffed in his pockets fidgeting slightly under the fabric. 

“Hey y/n.” Harry stammered. 

“What’s up?” You asked, adjusting your position and sitting flat on the ground. The sun hit his face abruptly as the wind blew, moving the large tree above you both. 

He squinted his eyes, adjusting his glasses, wracking his brain for literally anything to say to you.  

“I was wondering if you were going to the game tonight.” Harry asked. The words almost falling off his lips, each word coming in quick succession. 

“I wasn’t planning on it -“ you shrugged, your eyes dotting the grass next to you. Should you ask him to sit? 

“Oh.” Harry whispered. You could sense the disappointment in your answer, almost feeling an immediate want to backtrack your reply. 

“But I'm free,” you smiled quickly. “I could manage it. You’re playing tonight eh?” You asked plainly, more than aware he was playing. The light sparked in his eyes once you asked. 

“Uh yeah!” He chuffed, exhaling the small breath of air that was trapped in his lungs.  

“I’ll cheer you on.. if you’d like.” You babbled, unsure of his intentions of asking. 

“Oh please wouldn’t you like to cheer on your own team?” He laughed, a sense of relief washing over his mind. He broke the ice - it felt much more natural to talk now. 

“Suppose you’ll have to play so well that I’ll have no choice.” 

And like that, the nerves rose once again to his throat. 

“I suppose I’ll have to.” 

———

[missedmilemarkers]

Algy's Gift Upon My Arrival Home

@adventuresofalgy

Thank you a wonderful party. I apologize for next year I wont be tardy.

I traveled home from a faraway land, Riding my owl—such a trip, oh so grand. We landed softly; my knees gently shaking, For the journey itself was a bold undertaking.

My owl, wise companion, majestic and strong, Did not quite foresee we'd fly so long. His wisdom boundless, his vision grand, Yet surprised by the sun in my distant land.

But as I walk, what wonders I see— A gift from sweet Algy, waiting for me. Though meant as a thank-you directed my way, Such beauty belongs to the land today.

A rainbow springs up, bright through the spray, The fountain sings softly, welcoming day. This rainbow's arrival, a signal so clear— The first sign of spring, now finally here.

This marker of life, vibrant and true, Brings warmth and renewal to all in view. March thirteen, his birthday, the day grand and clear, Marks the birth of fresh life, on his thirteenth year.

Algy’s feathered friendship, across ocean's foam, Brings color and life back here at home. His birthday I celebrate with joy sincere, For it signals new hope and life drawing near.

Yet there is more meaning, deeper to hold— The turning of seasons, from gray into gold. This moment is magic, profound and sincere, For it whispers renewal, rebirth, crystal clear.

This is why Algy is truly so grand— His birthday is springtime in a faraway land. New life, new hope, beginnings to all, Even to those who've not met him at all.

They see his gifts glowing, radiant, and true, Brought by a bird who sails skies deepest blue. In my first year knowing Algy, I had no clue How truly profound was this friendship, brand new.

That first pond-side walk, after celebrating you, Showed me magic and wonder, fresh life coming through. The power of friendship, the love, and the light, Transformed barren lands to colorful sight.

Thank you, dear Algy, your gifts touch the land, Bringing colors alive, replacing those of dull sand. Your birthday holds magic; your spirit takes flight, You’ve shown me the meaning of springtime's delight.

[pawsidentjack]

Lounging Less, Blooming More

Soaked in Sunlight, Covered in Cat Hair

The holidays were a whirlwind of coziness, naps, and way too many treats (Jack insists there’s no such thing). We fully embraced the lounging lifestyle—curled up in blankets, basking in sunbeams, and soaking in every last bit of festive magic. Jack loved his Christmas presents (yes, the rainbow wand and mangled pieces that are left of original bunny are still in heavy rotation). He loves his new red and white Christmas bunny, although the original still stays around. I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed his first holiday season.

He’s been proudly dragging one of his new favorites around, it had a feather and a bell… you get the rest! Even when his toys are on their last legs, he still parades them around like trophies, even during spring cleaning.

And then—it snowed. In Texas.

Just for a moment, the world outside turned white, and Jack got to experience his very first snow. He perched by the window, wide-eyed and silent, completely mesmerized by the falling flakes. He watched every flurry with twitching whiskers and a flicking tail, like the whole world had transformed just for him. It was a rare little winter wonder—gone as quickly as it came, but unforgettable all the same.

Spring Has Entered the Chat

That’s right—Spring Cleaning has officially commenced here at our house. Window blinds are open to welcome in the sunshine, my plants love it, but maybe not as much as Jack. He loves to laze in the windowsill and watch birds and squirrels in the backyard. Soon the windows will be open to welcome in the fresh breeze… Which means brushing season is in full swing. Jack is growing fluffier by the second and loving every minute of it.

Can you believe it? Jack turns ONE in just one week! My little orange boy is practically all grown up—still full of kitten energy, but now with the floof and presence of a true royal. He is the undisputed Prince… though Queen Sissy still reigns supreme. Now that Jack is bigger than his big sister, their dynamic has shifted in the cutest way—they’re lounging near each other, playing around more and generally getting along like a true sibling duo. 

Here’s to springtime snoozes, sunbeams, and the countdown to Jack’s first birthday! Stay tuned for celebration pics, and more… 💞🌸🎉

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

Dionysian Festivals in History

You'll never believe who procrastinated on their thesis by writing this. (It definitely wasn't me, if anyone's asking.)

One of the more common difficulties that comes with being a Hellenic Polytheist (or, really, any follower of a pre-Christian religion) is a lack of knowledge about how certain festivals were practiced. This problem is especially true in the worship of Dionysos, where many of the practices were unwritten about, due to either common societal knowledge of them, or a more mysterious aspect to them.

I'm going to go over a crash course of historical festivals to Dionysos (using @thegrapeandthefig's Attic Calendar, as is usual), and explain what each festival is, and how it would have been celebrated historically.

We start off at the start of the Gregorian calendar year with Lenaia. This year, it took place from the 22nd to the 29th of January, which translates to the Attic calendar as the 12th to the 19th of Gamelion. There isn't too much information known about what the festival specifically entails, although there are some hints about it on what are known as Lenaia vases. The vases show scenes related to Lenaia and Anthesteria, but scholars are able to differentiate it by looking at what is depicted on the vase (if it's wine, it's Lenaia). Obviously, the drinking of wine was a pretty important part of the festival, as Dionysos' epithet "Lenaios" means "he of the wine-press". There may also have been elements relating to Dionysos' infancy.

The beautiful thing about Lenaia is that it was so vaguely celebrated, historically speaking. There was wine, and perhaps some plays put on, but other than that, a lot of the festival can be left up to the practitioner.

After Lenaia comes Anthesteria, falling this year on February 20th to the 22nd (Anthesterion 11th-13th), and about which there are a good number of resources. This festival was supposed to be* a springtime festival, which was separated into three days: Pithoigia, Choes, and Chytroi, which can be translated as "Jar Opening", "Jugs", and "Pots". It is strange that Anthesteria covers so many themes - new wine, love, and, at the end, death. However, the article Athens' Festival of the New Wine, by Noel Robertson, offers some important insights on this. It seems that the festival commemorated the myth of Icarius and Erigone, which, for the sake of space (and my own time), I'll link to here: Britannica - Erigone. In short, this festival follows their gift of wine, the drinking of this new wine among the mortals, and Icarius and Erigone's deaths at the hands of shepherds, who did not understand the gift they had been given.

Pithoigia: As the translated name suggests, this is the day of the opening of the wine casks which, up until that moment, had been *fermenting throughout the year. From these casks, the Athenians would libate the first wines out to Dionysos. This was also a day where wine was enjoyed by all, not just by Dionysos - Robertson mentions that in ancient Athens, this was the day during which the wine was mixed.

Choes: Choes is day two, which is the day of Jugs. For lack of a better word, this was the most boisterous day of the entire three-day experience. People of all ages and social classes engaged in wine-drinking contests, while in secret, rites were performed in which the wife of the current king was married to Dionysos. There *was also a tradition in which public shrines were roped off, although this seems to be related to the story of Orestes, who was considered to be an unclean man. Strangely enough, despite the boisterous and celebratory connotations of the day, it was also considered to be an unlucky day.

Chytroi: This third day of Anthesteria likely commemorated the deaths of the two followers of Dionysos who were given the gift of wine-making from Him: Icarius and Erigone. Icarius was killed by shepherds, who believed him to be poisoning them, and Erigone killed herself after finding her dead father. This is where the (with *context, somewhat grim) tradition of swinging at the Anthesteria comes from. This was also the day in which the wine was ritually mixed. This, from what I can gather, means that the wine wasn't necessarily mixed for use among mortals, but rather mixed and consecrated to Dionysos Himself.

Ultimately, Anthesteria is an incredibly complex festival, and I've barely scraped the surface on it in this post. The days are a bit mobile in celebratory orders as well, as it seems that many of the fine points of the festival can be moved around.

The next festival we encounter in the Athenian calendar is the City Dionysia, or Greater Dionysia. This year it falls on March 19th-25th (Elaphebolion 11th-16th). Thankfully, this celebration is one with a lot less ambiguity about its traditions, mainly because it's turned out a lot of things which have stuck around in the world, and remain to this day, such as the Greek plays. In short, this was a large festival which took place in Athens, and involved the production and showing of multiple comedies, dramas, and satyr plays. As the patron of the theater, obviously Dionysos' name was attached to it.

Beyond the theatrical aspect of it, many sources show that Dionysian processions were a pretty big part of the historical celebrations. To be perfectly honest, my view on it is almost like a weeklong Dionysian Mardi Gras.

From here, we have a massive jump of almost half a year to the next festival, which is Kybernesia. This year, it takes place on September 10th, or Boedromion 8th. I have my own hot takes on this long span in which there are no Dionysian festivals, but that's going to wait until another post in which I can truly unleash my full opinions upon the world.

The Kybernesia is celebrated in the modern day as a Dionysian festival, but in all the academic sources I found, it is listed as an Athenian naval festival. One source says that it linked to Theseus after he sailed from Crete, which would maybe explain the potential Dionysian connection, as it was on this journey from Crete to Athens that Theseus abandoned Ariadne on the shores of Naxos. However, if anyone else has a more in-depth source on a Dionysian connection to the Kybernesia, I'd be really happy to see it!

At some point during the month of December was held the Rural Dionysia, which is similar to the City Dionysia, but just... more rural, more rustic, perhaps a bit more rowdy. Its celebration was determined by various local governments, so there's a lot of flexibility on when it can be celebrated. According to @thegrapeandthefig's calendar, "Popular choices [for celebration] include the 7th, 8th, 11th, or 14th."

This is where the current list of Dionysian festivals on the Attic calendar ends. However, it's definitely not the end of celebrated Dionysian festivals in general. There were plenty more outside of Athens which don't have as many resources on their historical celebrations (Lampteria being one). I might go over these festivals in some other post, but for now, y'all get the Athenian calendar!

*supposed to be in spring refers to the fact that, for most folks living in the northern regions of the Northern Hemisphere, it's almost definitely still winter when the Anthesteria rolls around.

Sources:

Lenaia:

Wikipedia - Lenaia

Sarah Pierce - Visual Language and Concepts of Cults on the "Lenaia Vases"

Anthesteria:

Britannica - Anthesteria

Noel Robertson - Athens' Festival of the New Wine

William Nickerson Bates - The Lenaea, The Anthesteria, and the Temple [Limnais]

B. C. Dietrich - A Rite of Swinging During the Anthesteria

City/Greater Dionysia:

Britannica - Great Dionysia

Kybernesia:

Valerij Goušchin - Athenian Synoikism of the Fifth Century B.C., or Two Stories of Theseus

Stephen D. Lambert - Parerga III: The Genesia, Basile and Epops Again (just a note: if you read through these resources, the information on Kybernesia is hidden in the footnotes or only mentioned once in the text.)

Rural Dionysia:

Leonhard Shmitz - Dionysia

Credits:

Thanks to @just-another-dionysus-devotee for suggesting this as a topic! It was really fun to research this topic!

And the divider design in this post is from @cafekitsune

[cruorcrave]

I don't judge people based solely on their religion. If you're cool, and you treat me and my faith with respect, then we can be friends. It's really that simple. Unfortunately though, there's a lot of really common misconceptions, especially from Christian churches, about Paganism that attempt to actively remove us from history.

I just saw a section of a video from a YouTuber that I like well enough because he's funny and smart. He's also a very devoted Christian and occasionally says things that rub me the wrong way. The thing he said this time was, "Despite what people on Twitter might tell you, Easter has always been a Christian thing."

From the history that we know, this is not true. Even a lot of Christians know that this is not true. The holiday of Easter is named after the Goddess Eostre, who is a Pagan Goddess of spring and fertility. The original celebration was a feast held in early spring/on the spring equinox to honour Eostre and celebrate the fertility, light, and life of springtime. Christians adopted the name for their own celebration called Easter, in which they celebrate the resurrection of their Lord, Jesus Christ.

I am not saying that Christians should not celebrate Easter. I am not saying that this holiday was "stolen" from us. I am not saying that all Christians ignore this part of history, but unfortunately, many do, or simply aren't aware. I believe both Pagans and Christians should be able to celebrate our respective holidays peacefully and respectfully. Please look into the history of this holiday yourself and gain a bit of perspective if you're curious. Thank you.

A lot of Pagan history has been lost due to our faith's ancient age, as well as through massacres and conquests against us. Please remember that we are still here.

[ronaldanthony4]

Spring has always been my favourite season. It is a time when the earth awakens from its slumber, and nature explodes into a vibrant celebration of life. The crisp scent of fresh blossoms fills the air, birds sing cheerful songs, and the world bathes in a golden glow. This year’s Spring Equinox felt particularly special to me, and I knew I had to commemorate it in a way that truly captured the essence of the season. What better way to do so than by creating another digital artwork?

Art has been an integral part of my life, a way for me to channel my emotions, improve my skills, and bring my imagination to life. While I'm illustrating my original characters, I also indulge in fan art, especially when I find a character who resonates with me. This Spring Equinox, I was inspired to bring to life one of the most gentle and kind-hearted characters I have ever known—Fluttershy from "My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." Through my digital artwork, I aimed to capture her essence in a way that celebrates the beauty of the season and the character herself.

If there was ever a character who embodied the spirit of spring, it would be Fluttershy. A lover of nature, she finds solace in the company of animals, preferring the gentle hum of the forest over the noise of a bustling crowd. She is kindness personified, always putting others before herself and offering comfort to those who need it most. She is not just gentle—she is a beacon of warmth and compassion, proving that true strength lies in a kind heart. Fluttershy's ability to see the beauty in every living creature reflects the blossoming of life that comes with the changing of seasons.

Her deep connection with nature made her the perfect subject for my Spring Equinox artwork. It wasn’t just about drawing her; it was about capturing the very essence of the season—renewal, beauty, and kindness. Fluttershy represents all these things and more. Her presence in the artwork brings a sense of tranquillity and harmony, embodying the spirit of springtime. Through her gentle demeanour and nurturing nature, Fluttershy reminds us to appreciate the beauty in both ourselves and the world around us.

For this piece, I decided to depict her in an outfit that beautifully complements her nature-loving personality. I drew her in the nature-themed dress she wore in "Legend of Everfree", one of my favourite designs for her. The dress itself is a masterpiece, flowing with the grace of a gentle spring breeze. It features delicate shades of green, blending seamlessly with her surroundings, adorned with small pink butterflies and floral patterns. A soft pink top completes the ensemble, with ruffled straps resting gently on her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance.

Her footwear perfectly matches the theme—a pair of green wedge heels with floral embellishments. The shoes are simple yet charming, fitting for someone who treads lightly upon the earth, as if not wanting to disturb even a single blade of grass. Around her ankles are small, pink bows, adding a sense of playful innocence to her look. As she walks, the sound of her heels stepping softly on the grass is almost drowned out by the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Her outfit exudes a sense of effortless grace and natural beauty, embodying the essence of springtime.

But it’s her expression that truly brings the piece to life. Her large, aquamarine eyes sparkle with warmth and kindness, reflecting the beauty of the world around her. A gentle smile graces her lips, radiating serenity. Her long, wavy pink hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders, adorned with small, colourful flowers that make her appear as though she is part of the very landscape itself. Her pose is graceful—one foot slightly lifted, her arms outstretched, as if she is twirling in the fresh spring air, dancing to the silent melody of nature.

Interestingly, this wasn’t the first time I had drawn Fluttershy in this pose. Four years ago, I attempted the same illustration and looking back at my old work, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Back then, my skills were still developing. My shading techniques were simpler, my anatomy less refined, and my colours not as vibrant. The hands are smaller and the proportions slightly off, but there is a certain charm in seeing how much I have improved over the years. It's a reminder of the progress I've made and the dedication I've put into honing my craft.

This new version, however, was a testament to how far I had come. The details were sharper, the lighting more dynamic, and the overall composition more refined. The improvement wasn’t just technical—it was emotional. My understanding of character expression, movement, and atmosphere had grown. Seeing both artworks side by side filled me with a sense of pride and motivation. It reminded me that no matter how much we improve, there is always room to grow, always another level to reach.

Fluttershy is more than just a character; she symbolises kindness in a world that often values loudness and aggression over gentleness. She may be timid and soft-spoken, but her heart is strong. In the Equestria Girls films, she often hesitates to step into the spotlight, speaking in whispers when she first meets Twilight Sparkle. However, despite her shyness, she always finds a way to help those in need. Fluttershy's character serves as a reminder that true strength lies in compassion and empathy, qualities that are often overlooked in today's society. Her ability to connect with animals and humans alike showcases the power of kindness in making a difference, no matter how small the gesture may seem.

One of my favourite moments is when she meets Spike, Twilight’s dog, in the first film. As someone who adores animals, she immediately opens up to him, proving that her love for creatures big and small surpasses her fears. This is a recurring theme throughout the series—her ability to connect with animals gives her the courage to step outside her comfort zone. She even volunteers at an animal shelter, sneaking her animal friends into school in her backpack. She isn’t afraid to bend the rules if it means helping someone in need. That, to me, is true kindness—doing good not because it is easy, but because it is right.

Although Fluttershy is often portrayed as the quiet one, she is far from weak. In Friendship Games, she goes out of her way to comfort Twilight, even though they are technically from rival schools. She does not care about competition; she only cares about helping someone who is struggling. This moment solidifies one of her greatest strengths—her selflessness. Fluttershy's ability to prioritize others' well-being over personal gain showcases her true character. This selflessness is a quality that sets her apart as a truly compassionate individual.

She is also incredibly brave in her way. While she may not seek attention, she never hesitates to support her friends. As a member of The Rainbooms, she plays the tambourine, overcoming her stage fright to be part of something bigger than herself. She does not need to be the centre of attention; she is content with being the quiet yet unshakable support that holds everything together. Fluttershy's quiet strength and unwavering loyalty make her an invaluable member of any team. Her ability to face her fears and stand up for what is right, even in the face of adversity, is truly inspiring.

In a world where loudness often overshadows gentleness, Fluttershy is a reminder that kindness is its form of power. She teaches us that being soft-hearted does not mean being weak. If anything, it takes great strength to remain kind in a harsh world. This is something I wanted to reflect in my artwork. I wanted to capture not just her beauty, but the warmth and serenity she brings to those around her. The soft lighting, the gentle colours, and the flowing composition all work together to convey the peacefulness she embodies.

As I look at this finished piece, I realise that it represents more than just a tribute to My Little Pony: Equestria Girls or a celebration of the Spring Equinox. It is a testament to my journey as an artist and as a person. Much like Fluttershy, I have grown over the years. I have become more confident in my abilities, and more assured in my artistic voice. Yet, just like her, I know there is always more to learn, and more ways to improve. Growth is not about reaching a final destination—it is a continuous journey.

This artwork, in many ways, is a reflection of that journey. Just as nature blooms with new life each spring, I too continue to evolve, my art blossoming with each passing season. As I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the world around me, I find comfort in knowing that, like Fluttershy, I will always carry a piece of that kindness, warmth, and gentle strength within me. Spring is not just a season; it is a reminder of renewal, of new beginnings. Through this piece, I celebrate not only the changing of the seasons but also the ever-changing, ever-growing journey of creativity.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (9)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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Don't Talk To Me-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen hates people. Well, that’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t exactly like them either. They’re too…human or whatever. Too many acquaintances. The last thing she wants to do is get close to any of them, especially after the events of the past few months. She’s barely holding it together as it is, and introducing people or, even worse, friends could tip her right over the edge. She values her sanity. That’s probably why the new, sweet, disgustingly optimistic, overly friendly hire at the coffee shop where Katniss works irritates her so much. He’s just so nauseatingly earnest. It makes her want to punch him in the face. Enemy-HGRomance (ao3) Summary: I’m Katniss Everdeen-Snow. I’m eighteen years old, the president’s granddaughter, and the youngest gamemaker Panem has ever known. I’ve been taken prisoner by Peeta Mellark and the rebels of District 13. But I’m dangerous and trained to kill, and I’m not going down without a good, long, hard fight. Canon Divergence. Everlark Coffee & Tea-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta, who are best friends, decide to open a coffee & tea shop together. How will it turn out? Will they become more than business partners? Oh yeah, and they were roommates! Everlark Spring Break-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Prompt 17: Katniss can’t afford to go away on Spring Break, so Peeta brings Spring Break to her. [submitted by @hutchhitched ] For the Everlark fic exchange, spring edition on Tumblr. Falling Like Stars-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss was more than happy to cater Gale and Madge’s wedding. Until she found out she would be working with Peeta Mellark, a returning District 12 resident—and her childhood crush. Finding my way Home-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: When Peeta Mellark needs a 'plus one' for a family wedding his best friend, Katniss Everdeen is the logical choice. Isn't she? Get the Money Shot-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Written for Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime Edition 2021 Prompt 32: Katniss Everdeen, famous musician hates posing for photoshoots whether it’s for an album or a magazine with the exception of celebrity photographer Peeta Mellark who seems to always know the way to get the best shots. Guy Time-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark returns to his hometown to help his best friend, Katniss with her two rambunctious kids. What happens when he starts to fall for all of them? Have Your Cake and Eat It Too-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: For his twenty-fifth birthday, Peeta gets exactly what he's always wanted. Written April 2017 as a birthday gift for franceschee via everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on tumblr. He Doesn't Belong Down There-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: It’s not unheard of for a merchant’s third son to end up in the mines. But why did it have to be the baker’s third son? In a Panem without the Hunger Games, Peeta becomes a coal miner and someone isn’t happy about the Boy with the Bread spending his days underground.

[honeyhhearted]

The Sun and Her Flowers

Read on AO3

Warnings: None

Relationship: Loki/Reader

Summary:

You and Loki finally settle into the domestic life you deserve, and you couldn't be happier. (Or, a complete fluff bomb where Loki gets his happy ending.)

A/N:

hello! i'm so new to writing small one-shots, so i hope this one is good :) i'm still working on Hold My Hand, and I'm like 3/4 done with the next chapter, but in the meantime i wanted to write some fluff <3

You loved to watch your garden bloom in springtime.

You watered each and every plant with such tender care and love, humming sweet songs to yourself as you went. There was something about gardening that felt so right, so at peace, that you dedicated your life to exploring it. To expanding it as far as you could.

After Thor’s coronation, and the declaration of Loki as his royal advisor, you and Loki decided to take a step back from the spotlight that came with being members of the royal family. As the Prince and Princess of Asgard, you of course had certain responsibilities and functions you must attend, appearances and galas and whatever else the good King Thor could come up with. But a quiet life was all the two of you desired.

The years hadn’t been kind to Loki. He still grieved the life he once lived, and mourned the person he was before. In all his time with you, he had learned to release the anger he held toward his father and brother. He met you at a dire crossroad in his life, on the verge of acting drastically in an attempt to prove that he was worthy of the pride Odin showed Thor, despite Loki’s true parentage. You, though. You’d shown Loki unconditional love, without lies, without secrets.

You were there when Odin fell into Odinsleep. When he woke, only to pass not long after. You were there when time took Frigga as well, her bright, twinkling eyes fading into beautiful and revered memory. You held him when his shoulders shook in grief and pain for months following. And you loved him even more as he became the man his mother always knew he could be.

When Loki had presented this lovely place for the two of you, a modest countryside home - or as modest as a Prince can get - you couldn’t believe it. He knew, and listened, to your desires of a simpler life. One where you could use the gardening knowledge you’d gotten from Frigga during your lessons, where you could learn to be a homemaker without the bustling of staff around you. You’d wanted a quiet home for your future children, where they would learn of a life without the pressure of royal perfection.

Thor was all too happy to allow the move. With Loki as his advisor, they had fitted a device that strengthened Loki’s ability to travel in and out of the palace with ease, and for Thor to reach you if needed.

But in the evenings, when Loki’s work was done and your garden was glistening in the setting sun, you lived the life you’d always desired. Sitting by the fire with each other, limbs tangled, cheeks flushed, speaking in hushed voices about the events of the day, you felt your heart grow every day for your husband.

-

As you continued to garden, you heard the telltale sound of Loki returning, and you hurried inside to greet him.

“Hello, darling,” He said, his eyes brightening when he saw you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle peck on his lips. “How was everything today? Did the two of you sort out the final arrangements for his,” You lifted your hands to motion air-quotes, “‘post-coronation’ ball?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “We did. He insists it’s not to celebrate the coronation itself, but to celebrate the new start for Asgard, but I saw him choosing the drink list.” He lowered his voice, pressing his forehead to yours as if guarding a secret between your bodies, “Between you and me, I do believe our lovely King plans on letting himself particularly loose at this ball.”

You laughed, tossing your head back. “He was always a partier, was he not? Don’t think I don’t remember the stories of the Mighty Thor, protector of Asgard and resident drinking champion.”

You had been around for many years, and Thor never changed. Your brother-in-law was always lighthearted, trying his very best to make the people around him laugh even when the pressure on him was tremendous. Watching him grow over the years, you could see Loki realize how much work Thor was putting in to be the leader Asgard needed, and even now you could see the respect and pride Loki had in his brother despite his antics.

That night, after the two of you had enjoyed a meal together, you lay in the bath before bed. You sat between Loki’s legs, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your back pressed against his chest.

“You’re so beautiful, you know,” He said quietly. “I worry I do not tell you enough.”

You leaned your head back, pressing a light kiss under his chin, smiling at the way he still shivered slightly at your touch. “You tell me every day, my love.”

“Perhaps I should tell you twice daily.” He pressed a kiss to your ear. “Or thrice.” His hands rubbed up and down your arms.

You hummed. “Prince Loki, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were up to something right now.”

He let out a low chuckle in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “My dearest. You should know by now, I am always up to no good when I am with you.”

-

Later, you laid in bed sated and happy, facing each other in the soft candlelight.

“Thank you.” You said simply, watching as his face crinkled in confusion.

“For what?” He asked.

You rested a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it, pressing a kiss to your palm. “For loving me.”

His eyes opened slowly and you basked in the way he looked at you with a sort of reverence, as if he was worshiping you. “I will always love you, my heart. You have shown me what it’s like to grow, to bloom. You are my ray of sunshine and I am the garden you have tended with such love and care, and I swear to you until my dying breath that my heart is yours.”

You leaned in and kissed him with wet eyes, and neither of you got much sleep that night.

-

You were gardening again.

You woke slowly in the morning, a note on your bedside table left behind by Loki as he left for work.

I hope you dreamed of me, It read.

You stood in the light of the sun, enjoying how it always felt on your skin. You loved its warmth, the comfort it could bring you as you knelt in the soil, adding to your beloved display.

Life continued, slowly. Asgard changed for the better, while Thor ruled with a kindness the kingdom had not seen in a long time. Loki worked tirelessly beside him, returning to you with proud eyes each day he was able to make a positive change. Every hand he shook, every expression of gratitude he received, showed him that he was worth everything.

At nights, when you were alone, the two of you had long conversations like you were still in your youth; whispered jokes and quiet giggles, secret glances at each other as you sat in different parts of the room. You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

And, when the time was right, your family expanded, and the sounds of small feet became a welcome addition to your lives. As you sat listening to the giggling of your children playing in the garden, your husband’s warm laughter behind them, you smiled to yourself.

[saint-augustines-pears]

Saw the post that mentioned samhain and wanted to toss in some info (if you ever wanted more info about it, because I don't do discourse on tumblr) from a recent info thing I put together recently, because this misconception with the samhain debate drives me nuts

Samhain was a harvest festival that marked the start of the dark half of the year. Along with its springtime counterpart Beltane (which marked the growing season/light half of the year), it was announced based on the weather and was facilitated by and only by the Druids, a blood-identity pagan religion of upper class priests.

Samhain would be announced whenever the weather got cold enough. It was sometimes in early October or late September. It was sometimes in early November.

October 31st was never a thing for Samhain because the date always varied, and because the Druids, being Celts and existing before the Roman occupation of their lands, didn't use the Roman calendar nor did they use our modern Julian calendar.

You'll also hear how the Celts had a celebration on the last day of October unrelated to Samhain. This is true; on the last day of almost every month they had a minor celebration. Again, keep in mind too that the date was particular to the way their own culture counted months, not how Rome did it back then nor how we do it now.

it's true that the idea of "baptizing" traditions and holidays isn't unheard of when people and cultures convert from one religion to another. What's good to note is that this is not a forced thing, the baptizing of traditions; it's a practice that embraces older traditions and doesn't eradicate them. Conquerers would just eradicate them.

Technically, it is possible that the original date of All Saints got its chosen date, May 13th, via baptism of Lemuralia, a Roman holiday where spooky stuff happened regarding spirits and the dead. Christians instead chose to celebrate the joy of the Saints in heaven, because Jesus defeated death and the gates of hell won't prevail, etc, then the pope made stuff official calendar-wise.

However, when it comes to the Samhain debate, it's a myth that the Church picked that date to overtake it.  Pope Gregory III switched up the date of All Saints in the 700s to commemorate a new oratory (special chapel) at the Old St. Peter's Basilica that was built to honor the saints and martyrs.

At a time when there were pagan religions and holidays all over the place, to try and outdo one harvest festival of one religious cult in the far north of the known world thousands upon thousands of miles away from Rome and Constantinople simply wasn't a reason to change an established date of a major, international, intercontinental religious celebration. 

Most of these myths, along with a romanticizing of pagan religions much like modern-day's romanticizing of Norse religions and wiccan stuff, arose in England and Western Europe during the 1600 - 1700s by anti-Catholics and misinformed historians/the wealthy.

Anon I just want you to know that I am your biggest fan

Also, how did I not know it was called baptizing traditions/holidays??? That’s so awesome and I love it???

Thank you so much, this is so well put together and honestly kind of better than my post lmao

[nlrpg]

spring has sprung in Nemean Lion’s gardens!

as the beginning of march ushers in the next season, meet us in NL’s lovely gardens for an afternoon tea time to celebrate this spring’s first blooms…

while NL’s well-kept gardens are meticulously and carefully looked after all-year round, this time of year is always the most revered when it comes to the gardens. march signals the beginning of the spring and the year’s first real bloom as plants sprout to full life in the gardens. to celebrate, the events team is putting together a semi-casual but fittingly elegant afternoon tea time.

with the assistance of NL’s garden keeper, Oliver Armstrong, the events team has decorated and outfitted the gardens to resemble an outdoor high tea. there are ornate white lawn tables and chairs, adorned with doilies and tulle and sprinkled with stray petals. following the advised attire, members can be seen setting up teapots and dessert towers while clothed in pastel colors, florals, and laces befitting a true tea party.

the party will feature elegant finger food, desserts, and teas made with ingredients from the very garden they stand in. finger sandwiches contain herbs like dill and rosemary as they mingle with the cucumbers and tomato of the vegetable patch. delicious petit fours feature ripe fruits like strawberry, raspberry, and peach. of course, the stars of the show are fragrant and refreshing teas blossoming with the delicate flavors of rose, lavender, jasmine, and sakura picked from the floral beds. served hot or iced, they’re sure to be the talk of the afternoon.

come out on the first saturday of march and enjoy a stroll through the gardens and a sip of specialty teas. it’s the perfect weather to breathe in the first bloom, and the perfect time of year to relax…

ooc info:

welcome to our next event!

after having a busy real-life springtime, we’re excited to usher in more activity on the server with a light-hearted event for the season!

in character, this event takes place on Saturday, March 2nd from noon to 3pm. members of NL are welcome to stop by at any time from between then, or spend the whole three hours mingling with their peers in the lovely weather and atmosphere.

this event is posted in tandem with our next movement in time announcement, and thus you may make threads pertaining to the event as soon as you see this post!

new threads may take place anywhere from march 1st—march 15th in character, and we will likely move forward in time again around june 1st OOC, which will signal when new threads from this event and time period will no longer be posted. we will of course update you again when that happens in the announcements channel.

let us know if you have any questions, and we hope you enjoy the tea party!

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #630

Top Ten Chocolates

Well, there’s chocolate. And, there’s chocolate. But! Only Wonka makes your confidence sky-rock-a-let. So put your hand into your pock-a-let, grab yourself some Wonka chocolate!

Ahem.

The problem being, of course, that Wonka Chocolate doesn’t actually exist. Well, okay, there’s something called Wonka Chocolate, but let’s face it, it doesn’t make you fart hummingbirds or whatever. Sadly, proper Wonka Chocolate remains the province of tall tales and masterful musicals that shockingly didn’t even get nominated for a single Oscar, despite having several of the best songs of the year.

Yes, even better than I’m Just Ken.

Where was I?

Oh yes, Easter. A celebration of renewal, of springtime, and of course the inspiration for the classic film The Life of Brian. So in a moment of spiritual solemnity I’m going to focus on the true meaning of the season by writing a list about chocolate.

This is no hifalutin list of blends and flavours; oh no sir. I did consider that, but then I thought that sounded both like a lot of hard work and also a bit pretentious. No, this is just chocolate products that taste really nice. Not cakes or anything though; basically bars. Chocolate bars. And stuff.

And that’s all there is to it. Now let’s all eat like we’re in the Ironic Punishment Division.

Dark Chocolate Orange: I like dark chocolate, I like orange-flavoured chocolate. There’s also something about the size and heft of the Chocolate Orange slices (segments?) that gives them a bit of gravitas; they’re small enough to have a few, if you feel like it, but also substantial enough to feel like a decent bit of chocolate on their own. Essentially, they tick all the boxes.

Dairy Milk: it’s classic, right? Now, generally speaking, I do prefer dark chocolate; I love those sexy Lindt bars and even a Bourneville. Those aren’t on this list though, but take it as read: they’re great. However, you really have to hand it to the simplicity and verisimilitude of Dairy Milk; it goes with everything. Snapping off a square from a big bar is one thing; but Easter eggs. Is there anything nicer than the shape and consistency of Dairy Milk Easter egg chocolate? I don’t care what comes with the egg, just give me several enormous Cadbury’s ones.

Starbar: going onto actual chocolate bars now, and I do like a bit of something in it. Starbars are great because they are soft but substantial; chewy, crunchy, and really jut have a lot going on. They feel light enough that you don’t get post-choc guilt attacks, but they also have their own bit of weight and substance regardless.

Cadbury’s Caramel: don’t give me any of that “Dairy Milk with Caramel” nonsense. This is its own beast. Dairy Milk chocolate, yes, but with really nice caramel within. Simply the best choc-and-caramel combo; sorry, Galaxy. And does anyone else miss the curiously sexy bunny?

Maltesers: I think I’ve become more and more drawn to the simple elegance of a Malteser as I’ve gotten older. The chocolate may not be Cadbury’s, but it’s sweet and light, and the soft, sugary sensation of dissolving one in your mouth borders on the sublime. I could probably eat a boxful if I allowed myself.

Peanut M&Ms: the connoisseur’s cinema snack of choice. There was a time when my wife and I could not be caught dead without a pack, either at the flicks or just in the car. However, they’re kinda expensive and very sweet and also the kids might have choked on them. But maybe they should make a comeback.

Crunchie: a thick, sturdy block of delightfully sweet honeycomb wrapped in a thin layer of chocolate. One of the most enjoyable chocs to eat due to its combination of subtlety and lightness and also it’s chonky boi energy. Can be soft, can be sharp, always tasty.

Boost: lower down the list than perhaps it really deserves. I really love a Boost, but they are superficially similar to the rather lighter and slightly more flavoursome Starbar. Their comparable heftiness can be what you’re after, and they are tasty. Plus – let’s not forget – they’re slightly rippled with a flat underside.

Reece’s Pieces: I struggled with how to rank these, because the actual Reece’s Pieces – the M&M-style things that Elliot feeds E.T. – aren’t that exciting and have that fake US chocolatey taste. But the other stuff they do – the bars and peanut butter cups and all that jazz – are amazing, probably the best synthesis of peanut butter and chocolate. So taken all together they rock. Despite being American.

Mint Aero: just pipping a Toffee Crisp at the post, because I couldn’t not have mint chocolate. I love mint chocolate, but it is something to be savoured, not an everyday delight. Whilst there are nicer chocolates and better incorporations of a minty flavour, there’s something about the softness and airiness of an Aero that makes it compelling.

Just bubbling under: Viscounts, Rolos, Munchies, and Kit Kats. And, of course, the aforementioned Toffee Crisp. Who’s hungry?

[chvndlr]

task seventeen: spring forward

1. first things first: do you like spring?

Yeah, it's fine I guess. Not my favorite but I don't really have anything against it either.

2. what is your favorite thing about spring?

Look, my favorite season is winter. I like the cold. I like the snow. I like that nobody's trying to get me to hang out at the beach. But I gotta admit the sunshine and the warmer (but not hot) weather feel pretty good.

3. what is your least favorite thing about spring?

I'm gonna be real with you. I fucking hate summer. Spring means we're that much closer to it and that I have another, like, six months before it starts to cool down again.

4. do you have a vegetable / produce / fruit garden?

No. I've thought about starting one, it'd be way better for my cooking than being at the mercy of whatever's in stores. But it's a lot of work and I don't think I've ever kept a plant alive in my life.

5. how about flower beds, or things planted in the house?

My house gives off a certain vibe. That vibe says "I'm 22 and I've never lived anywhere but a college dorm" which, despite not being factually true, feels accurate. Learning how to not kill a houseplant would really go against that aesthetic.

6. regardless of what you do or do not plant, are you good at growing plants? have a green thumb?

I think I've done a very good job explaining I'm fucking terrible at growing shit.

7. what’s your favorite flower or plant?

They're all pretty much the same....(Don't tell Nari I said that)

8. what’s your favorite scent that you associate with spring?

Floral scents. But not like real flowers, like candles.

9. is there a sound that you associate with spring time?

I guess birds chirping? You don't hear them much all winter, cause most of them leave and come back, so when you start to hear them a lot it really feels like spring

10. do you prefer sunny mornings or rainy afternoons?

Rainy afternoons. I'm not usually up early enough in the mornings to be happy about the sunlight coming into my house.

11. favorite thing to do on a sunny, warm spring day?

Take Jenna on a walk

12. favorite thing to do on a rainy, chilly spring day?

Stay inside and invite a friend over to play video games all day

13. do you celebrate Easter? any traditions you follow for it?

Eh, not really. My family was never big into holidays, so they were never a big deal to me as an adult either. No traditions or anything. And it's not really a holiday people get together and party for like Halloween or St. Patrick's Day

14. regardless of if you do or don’t: favorite Easter candy?

Anything chocolate-peanut butter. So Reece's I guess?

15. what other springtime holidays do you observe?

Are there even other spring time holidays? Other than St. Patrick's Day, I mean. Like who the fuck is out here celebrating Memorial Day?

16. favorite place in Merrock to visit in the springtime?

I've been here a couple years but I don't know. Pine Grove Gardens make for good photos in the spring, so I guess we'll go with that.

17. the spring bugs are coming out: do you rescue them and let them out of the house, or grab the nearest shoe?

Shoe. I don't need them getting back in the house the way they came in and fucking up any fruit that's on the counter.

18. are you a big spring cleaner?

Yeah. I didn't come to Merrock with much stuff, so I don't have much to declutter yet. But I am big into making sure every room is deep cleaned at least twice a year - in the spring and in the fall.

19. do you switch over your wardrobe from cold weather to warm weather clothes?

I saw a meme about switching from your winter blacks to your summer blacks, which sums up how I feel. I mostly wear jeans and tshirts year round, so all I really do is put my thicker jackets away for a few months.

20. how about the house: does your decor change for the spring season? do you rearrange furniture?

Yeah, I tend to switch out my decor every few months so it doesn't feel boring. It's been awhile since I rearranged furniture though. I like where it's at now.

21. what color makes you think ’spring’?

Pastels, right? Isn't that the big thing every year? The easter bunny is usually made in pastels, I notice a lot more pastel clothing when I'm doing photoshoots too

22. describe your perfect spring outfit:

Same thing I wear every day. I don't really think about my clothes unless I need to dress up more. And even then, I just make sure I look nice enough without putting a whole lot of energy into it. most adorable looking baby animal that you ever did see?

23. what’s a drink that makes you think of spring?

Mint julep. Couldn't explain the connection to you, but I seem to have them more in the spring than any other time of year

24. how about a snack?

Easy, peeps.

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Though often associated with the Netherlands, tulips originally grew wild in Central Asia before being cultivated by the Ottomans. These flowers made their way to Europe in the 16th century, leading to the famous "Tulip Mania" in the Netherlands. Today, the Dutch remain the world’s top tulip growers, producing millions of bulbs each year.

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Did you know that tulip colors carry different meanings?

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🌷 White – Purity and fresh beginnings

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Keukenhof Gardens, Netherlands – The world’s most famous tulip garden with millions of vibrant blooms.

Skagit Valley, USA – Home to Washington State’s spectacular Tulip Festival.

Ottawa, Canada – The Canadian Tulip Festival, a tribute to the Netherlands' gift of friendship.

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Plant bulbs in the fall before the first frost.

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