#but your blog is like a fireplace you grow up having

[poisonedfate]

oh i know. i actually went to sleep yesterday trying to formulate this. so i was thinking about it like "what hypothetic place could evoke the same vibes for me as your blog?"

so for me it's like a late afternoon indoors tea party, where laughter, heartfelt conversations and comfortable silence interchange as the sun slowly sets behind see-through curtains with crochet patterns, and the stars start appearing in the sky as it turns purple. the cups and plates are all from different sets but look nice together, there is perhaps an old persian style carpet over the creaky, worn floorboards. and there are candles in 19th century brass candle holders, and a bouquet of dried wildflowers

you're too sweet, this is incredible!!!! honestly can't stop smiling over this???? the way you describe it.....genuinely in awe! thank you so much!!

tell me about my vibes

[rhaenyra-storms]

for fluffy saturdays: Robb Stark and his wife reader cuddling by the fire, talking about the future

yeaaaah, i'm reviving this blog again after so long and i'm working through some asks! :) enjoy!

content warnings: just fluff, talk of having children together

Robb and you had been married for a few months now. The war was still raging on, but as long as you two were together, it all seemed a lot easier.

There were a few moments where you could just forget about all the horrible things around you.

Just like now, when you were cuddling by the fire in Riverrun. Robb had now experienced triumphs and defeats in the war against the Lannisters, but none of that mattered in this moment.

You were wearing your nightdress, sitting on some blankets in front of the crackling fireplace. Robb's hand was resting on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Sometimes I can't believe you're real," he whispered, a few loose curls hanging into his face. He would shave his growing beard again tomorrow, but there was no need to look strong or perfect in front of you. There was no need to hide anything in the privacy of your room where nothing but your love for each other mattered.

"I guess I am," you answered with a low chuckle, moving closer to your husband and resting your head on his shoulder. Robb's strong arm wrapped around you, his face turning over to face the fire.

Your hand grabbed Robb's free one, intertwining your fingers and resting your connected hands on his thigh. There was a smile on his lips, a calm one.

"Do you think we will have a child soon?" You asked after a while, the thought itself making you smile. It was hard to set a child into this world, but Robb and you had been talking about it for so long and there was nothing better that could happen to you both.

"One day. And when this war is over, we're going to live at Winterfell and I'm going to teach him or her to ride a horse myself," Robb smiled, his arm moving down as his hand rubbed up and down on your back. "Maybe we will even be blessed with more than just one child."

While you couldn't deny that the prospect of having more than one child definitely sounded exhausting, the thought also made you feel warm around your heart. Having a family with Robb, getting to wake up next to your beautiful husband every morning and then seeing your children at the breakfast table... it seemed like a dream. The war had made you quite unsure about your future, but if you had any say in it, you would make sure that Robb would be there in all the different futures that might await you.

"At least the child will have someone to play with then. Maybe we should aim for more than one kid," you smiled, hand squeezing Robb's gently. A low laugh slipped past your husband's lips and his eyes seemed to light up with excitement.

“Whatever the future will bring, I am happy to spend it with you.” His words were gentle and accompanied by a smile, his hand squeezing yours again tightly. You knew that Robb would always be at your side, no matter the circumstances.

The war had left you both unsure about the future, but it felt good to talk about it in the quiet of your shared bedchamber. Where no one could disturb you and you could share even the most naive thoughts with each other.

Maybe it would all be well in the end.

[dunmeshistash]

Greetings, Mr. Meshi!

This is perhaps a bit of an unorthodox question, but one that has been bothering me for an unreasonable amount of time.

Now, here's the thing: I OBSESS over Marcille outliving everyone she holds dear. It's a theme very close to me, but even beyond that I just find it to be one of the most interesting elements of Dungeon Meshi's story for me personally. I've written an embarrassing amount of lengthy essays on it that will never see the light of day - that's how obsessed I am over this specific element of her character. But, there's something that bothers me...

A lot of poignant stories and artworks that tackle this topic get comments on 'em whenever Falin is the subject of aging, each one some variation of "Everything points to Falin having an extended lifespan after her revival!" which... Seems weird to me?

I don't know why this bothers me so much, but setting aside my personal annoyances, I don't remember anything pointing to this at all. At least, nothing concrete.

I don't know if this is a question you'd want to answer or not, but since your blog is a hub for all sorts of opinions and headcanons, I'd love to know where this line of thought could originate from.

I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't answer this question, though. Part of me feels I'm just asking this because I want to see if others share in my confusion or not.

Rrrregardless, though! Lemme take the opportunity to say that your blog is delighful. Love it! Also, that mushroom man with the funny face that sometimes responds to you with lengthy essays is also really cool. Everyone is cool. At least here on the northern hemisphere! It is smack dab in the middle of fall, after all! Coolness all around! Stay frosty! Or don't! Maybe warm up at a fireplace. I don't know!

Hi there! Thank you for the kind words, I love reading other's opinions on what I post so I also love the additions by the mushroom <3

It's quite hot over here in northeast Brazil, send some coolness my way please I'm dying.

Your question isn't strange at all! And I don't mind answering anything (unless it's rude or sounds like shipping war bait) so don't worry.

(Decided to put the rest under a readmore, TLDR: Kui said "maybe so, right?" about Falin having a longer lifespan but I have arguments why I don't think this actually confirms it. Anyway if you're someone who likes the headcanon you might want to skip this post)

To be honest those type of comments bother me too because I also LOVE Marcille's struggle with mortality and sometimes "Falin will live much longer!" feels undermining of the lesson she had to learn. I don't mind it in the headcanon sphere where everything is allowed and happy endings grow on trees but when it becomes intertwined with canon it starts to make me a little disappointed.

Just a reminder of the lesson she has to learn

She has to come to terms with the cycle of life and death, that something she wants (everyone to live longer) shouldn't be forced upon others just because it causes her grief. So, to me at least, Falin being made into something that will end up outliving other tallmen would undermine the message? In a canon sense ofc, if you're writing a wish fulfillment story then her living longer would have a different meaning, I just wanna be clear I have nothing against it in that sense, it all depends on what story you're trying to tell.

Anyway, actually answering your question that idea comes from the fact she was fused to a Red Dragon, and the fact her body has been affected by it, her sight was fixed and she grows feathers for example, so people theorize maybe her lifespan has been affected too. But we don't really know how long dragon's live so it's hard to say how much it would have been affected if at all.

It also comes from this answer Kui gave in a QnA

Q: Would Falin have an extended lifespan after the whole chimera thing? A: Maybe so, right?

To me this reads as the usual non-answers Kui gives, like, "I'll leave it up to your imagination" but for other people this read as a confirmation of the headcanon, in another questions she answers "I hope so" about Thistle leading a happy life after having his desires eaten and it's even debatable if Thistle survived at all so I don't think those comments indicate much of canon (I'm that way about most QnA answers tbh, unless it's something inconsequential like confirming Mithrun's Brother's name or stuff about very minor characters)

Another argument I have against her having a different lifespan is Izutsumi, Izu has been mixed with a monster but continues to age at the same rate a Tallmen would, even tho she also has different biology because of the Great Cat she's fused with (ears, reflexes, eyes etc etc) she is still a tallman

Falin isn't really the same thing as Izutsumi tho, I understand, but it's the closest example we have, if we believe the AB descriptions and demi-humans are really mixes between humans and monsters that's also another argument about it not affecting lifespan, since all of them are short lived and have an average lifespan of 55.

All of this *can* be dissmissed tho, the other demi-humans and beastmen are all mixed with mammal monsters and nothing nearly as powerful as a Dragon, so there is arguments to be made that Falin is different and that she *might* have an extended lifespan, all I'm saying is that there's no solid confirmation of it, it's fine to believe it but going around "correcting" other people saying it's a fact wouldn't be right I don't think, especially if you're saying that in a conversation about Marcille journey of death acceptance.

Death is a touchy subject and everyone is at different stages of their own journeys with it so I really don't want to judge those who would rather have Falin or even Laios live longer. I'm not really sure how to talk about this in the proper way, but I hope I didn't make anyone upset!

[tulip-room]

Stress Relief

So uhm….I have a new wife his name is Semi Semi…I’ve already posted twice today but here have this for lovely Semi Semi <3

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

Smut under the cut

Semi just had too much today. Nothing seemed to be going his way, he kept messing up at band practice and it caused him to lash out at his friends. The weather was too cold and his jacket wasn’t thick enough. Safe to say he was much happier when he came home to find you. His lovely partner on the couch.

You looked so cozy wrapped up in one of his hoodies by the fireplace. Originally he hadn’t wanted one but now that he sees you there he has to pat himself on the back for agreeing with you. A fireplace is exactly what you two needed.

He tried to keep himself as neutral as possible because he didn’t want to worry you. After all, he’s sure you had a stressful day too. But what better way to relieve some stress then by you fucking it out of him?

“Eita?” You ask looking up carefully from your book. There was a small puddle growing by the door from where the snow was melting off of Semi’s boots, the hardwood floor not soaking up any of the spillage. “Are you okay my love?” You ask carefully, your words soft and cracking at his mind like the fire.

He shakes his head on instinct. The concern in your eyes growing as you set your book down and open your arms. A small smile tugs at his lips at the action. He slides his boots and jacket off placing the coat on the rack and the shoes by the door. He makes his way towards you and falls into your open arms.

Your hands make quick work of helping him de-stress, your fingers combing out the knots in his hair carefully. “Anything I can do to help?” Your voice is gentle and sweet as you ask hesitantly.

“I want to eat you out.” He says it so simply but your face grows warm at his words. You let out a surprised gasp.

“You’re not usually this bold, what’s gotten into you my love?”

“I had a bad day and I think the only solution is being in between your thighs.” His own face is warm at his words. He knows he’s being blunt but he really has had a rough day and all he wants to do is make you gasp and writhe because of him. You shake your head a little bit but start to get up from the couch.

“Wait, can I do it right here?” There it is again, that shock you felt earlier. “The fire makes you have such a pretty glow.” And who are you to refuse him? You nod your head and slowly settle back down against the arm of the couch. He grabs two pillows from the armchairs in the room and puts one under your head and another under your hips.

He slinks down and puts your legs over his shoulders. He gives one of them a gentle squeeze. “Can I?” He presses a kiss to your thigh as he comes closer to your heat. Your head feels dizzy as you nod. You thank yourself for not putting pants on earlier when you got out of bed.

He brings one hand up and gently pushes down on your abdomen. He places a gentle kiss over your underwear and revels in the way you shiver. The goosebumps forming in your skin causing a fire to emerge from him. He needs to make more. He slowly pulls your underwear down and he’s cruel as he blows a puff of air on your opening.

You gasp and bring your hands down to tangle in his hair. “Eita, please,” you whine desperately. The thought that he’s barely done anything and you’re already begging for him has his pants tightening. He reaches down and adjusts himself with a free hand. He brings it back up and softly caresses your thigh. He moves his mouth and presses a kiss to your leg. “Please.” You ask again.

He lets out a small laugh at how you sound. He gives in though and wraps his lips around your bud, gently sucking it. Your fingers tighten in his hair and the sensation causes a sinful moan to spill from his lips. He lifts up and looks at you, he notices the rise and fall of your chest. “We only just started baby.” He teases as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

You gasp again and try to pull him back down where you need him. He smirks as his head goes back down. Your plush thighs pressing against the sides of his head, messing up his hair. He leaves a gentle lick at your opening and pulls away again, enjoying the goosebumps that grow along your skin. He knows he’s being cruel but pulling those little whines from you is making all his stress go away.

You’ve already begged nicely for it though so he won’t keep you waiting for too long. He lowers his head again and starts lapping away at you. Mouth sometimes attaching to your clit to suck for a few moments before slowly dipping his tongue inside of your opening. The pleasure has you moaning and shivering.

As if his tongue abusing your opening isn’t enough he also has to bring his thumb down and rub circles on your bud. He rolls it roughly and quickly. His other hand leaves your thigh with a small pat. You’re definitely out of it now, eyes closed, head throw back, shaky quick breaths, positively leaking all over Semi’s face.

Semi wasn’t too much better himself, groaning against you as your fingers pulled on his hair. Eyes closed as he drank up everything you had to give him, the liquid glistening against his chin if he were to pull away. You were just shaking against him so nicely, why would he stop? All the stress he was feeling from earlier was gone now as he slowly ground his hips against the couch.

He felt like a teenager again, going to cum in his pants because his partner was just too hot that he needed to grind against something. He pushed one of his fingers into your heat as he continued to lick around, your legs shaking as he does so. He’s already brought you to climax once just from his tongue.

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[ist4rgirlo]

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨? : 𝐈

Summary: Growing up with the Conklins and the Fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. Your days of stress as a child were over, well at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.

Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader ! Steven Conklin x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: yelling, crying, swearing, angst, reader being insecure (lmk if i missed anything)

Requested by: Anonymous

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Ever since I was little, the Conklins would always tell my parents that they were going to take me to Cousins — where I met Jeremiah, Conrad and Susannah. They became my second family, they always treated me right, always included me in everything.

Conrad and Steven was the one that I was close with, It was Conrad, me and Steven. We were inseparable.

As a child, Susannah likes me best when I'm with Conrad, while Laurel always prefers me when I'm with Steven when we're together.

That stopped when me and Conrad got together, we always had something special. Everyone saw that, everyone knew that. It wasn’t official or anything but we did have something. He made me feel special, he made me feel loved. Everyone thought we had something going on, including me.

But no, not until I arrived infront of the beach house. Not until I saw Conrad and Belly, infront of the fireplace — together, naked.

I crashed, my heart broke in so many pieces. I didn’t know if I whether to cry or get mad. My emotions were all over the place. I wanted to go back — go back to my car and just drive off like nothing happened but I can’t, I can’t move — I couldn’t move.

I saw Conrad pull away from Belly, he saw me — our eyes locked, his smile faltered — his face now filled with fear, with panic.

“Fuck. I-It’s not what it looks like. Shit shit shit” He stood up, picking up his clothes. Belly looked at where Conrad was looking, when she noticed me she immediately stood up, grabbing her clothes and putting it back on. Conrad walked towards me trying to reach for me but I pushed him away, I walked back.

My vision were blurry, my eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, hugging me. I was disgusted, not just of him but of myself too. Am I not enough?

I shook my head then pushed him away “Y/n please” Belly yelled “No, fuck you! You were my bestfriend!” I pointed at her before walking away from her. I ran outside of the door and walked to my car.

“Please, I-I’m sorry” Belly said, running after me — tears running down her face — her hand trembling, reaching for mine but I pushed it away “Don’t fucking touch me!” I yelled at her.

“Y/n come on, let’s go inside please? It’s too cold out here” Conrad walked towards me, pulling me by the arm. Pulling me towards the house.

“I-I thought we had something special, Conrad. You.. you fucking played me!” I yelled, he stopped walking — he turned to me, his eyes, now gentle. “I-I’m so sorry. I was just so stressed, please.” he looked down, he was crying, he had the fucking audacity to cry.

I pulled my hand away from him, “Sorry? is that all you’re going to say? I know you’re stressed but this is what you fucking do? you fuck my bestfriend? and you’re fucking crying? you’re unbelievable. You’re fucking dead to me, the both of you.” I pointed at him and Belly then I walked towards my car then drove off.

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As I reached the front of my house, I saw Steven there — with my mom and Laurel.

I hopped out of my car and saw Steven walking towards me — my face still filled with streaks of tears, “Hey, hey what happened huh?” Steven held my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks.

I shook my head, pulling him by the waistt — hugging him. “Oh y/n.” Steven voiced was filled with worry, he doesn’t know what’s wrong, he wanted to help. He rubbed my back and pulled away — watching Conrad’s car arrive.

He walked towards them “Why the fuck are you together? What happened to y/n? What the fuck did you do?!” Steven yelled — walking towards Conrad, grabbing his shirt. His eyes were filled with fury, he had the urge to hurt Conrad.

“Steven stop!” Laurel walked towards them trying to pull Steven away from Conrad. “What happened?” Laurel asked Belly — but Belly looked down, she started crying — she couldn’t even look at her moms eyes, she felt disgusted — guilty.

“Is no one going to fucking speak? can someone tell me what the fuck happened?!” Steven yelled again. He was frustrated, frustrated seeing me cry like this, What could’ve Conrad done to make you cry like this?

It was like there was a light bulb inside Steven’s head because itt all connected. Steven looked at both Conrad and Belly, oh he fucking knows. He knew it, he knew what they did. He knew that it was a wrong decision letting me be with Conrad.

“Y’all fucked huh? you cheated on y/n? is that what it is?!” Steven looked up, he couldn’t even look at Conrad — he couldn’t even look at his own sister, he’s mad — disappointed.

“Steven! Words!” Laurel yelled. Belly couldn’t talk, she was scared of her brother — scared of what he might do, they never saw him get angry like this. Conrad walked towards him “Look dude, we can talk about this inside.” pushing Steven gently towards the door.

“No shut the fuck up, I don’t want to hear anything from you. I’m taking y/n inside, Conrad just go home and you Belly.. mom just take her home.” Steven said pushing Conrad away from him — walking towards me, pulling me against him, guiding me towards the door.

We just sat there in my couch, I cried and I cried and Steven just lets me. He just listened all night, not judging me at all — not asking me questions because he knew. Just thinking about it makes him mad. He wanted to hurt Conrad but he can’t because Conrad was someone who’s still special to me and he didn’t want me to hate him. Steven would die if I did.

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I woke up with a headache — probably from too much crying. It was now the day after I caught Conrad and Belly. I didn’t want to care anymore, we never really made things official — whatever was going on between us, but it still hurts me — it still hurts me because I thought we really had something going on. But I guess it was just me, because it looked like Conrad had something else in mind.

“Y/n!” I heard someone yell fron outside my window, I got out of my bed and walked towards the window — there he was, Conrad. He was standing outside my house — with flowers in his hands — roses, my favorite ones. “Just go home!” I yelled.

His shoulders slumped, his mouth frowning. Well what did he expect? that it’ll be that easy to take me back? maybe if I was dumb enough I would but no.

“Please, I… I want to talk to you!”

“There’s nothing to talk about Conrad, just go!” I said, about to go back to my bed but I saw Steven come out of his house — walking towards Conrad, grabbing his shoulders — pulling him away.

“Steve please, just let me talk to h-her” Conrad pleaded — pushing Steven’s hands away.

“Look, I think you’ve done enough. Just go home.” Steven said, pushing Conrad towards his his car. “W-what the fuck? why are you acting l-like this?” Conrad said — pushing Steven away. Conrad’s eyes were filled with rage, his face confused — he was confused by Steven’s actions

I immediately went down the stairs and went out of the house to stop Conrad and Steven. “Stop! Calm down!” I said, pushing the both of them away from each other.

I stood infront of Steven, observing Conrad’s features, his face was flushed — he couldn’t talk properly, his hair was disheveled. “Are you out of your mind?! why would you drive here when you’re drunk! Steven please?.” I turned to Steven, he immediately knew what to do — he nodded.

“Come on Conrad.” He said before pushing Conrad towards his car. “Where… where are we going?” Conrad asked —confused.

“Home, come one. Let’s go” Steven said, opening the passenger’s door for Conrad. “But.. y/n” Conrad whined. He’s such a baby when he’s drunk, it’s ridiculous.

“Just go Conrad, talk to me when you’re sober.” I said, looking at him. Conrad looked back at me before following Steven — too dizzy to fight with either of us.

“Okay, left leg first — then right” Steven instructed.

“I know how to get in a fucking car” Conrad said before going inside the passenger seat — head first. I saw Steven scratch his head — annoyed. After Conrad got in, Steven went around and sat at the driver’s seat.

I waved at Steven but Conrad might’ve thought that It was for him so he waved back — he was just too drunk — too out of his mind to even know what’s going on. I just shook my head and went back inside my house.

I didn’t want to care anymore but i’d lie if I didn’t say tht a huge part of me died. It sucks — it’s traumatizing, it’s the biggest heartbreak anyone can feel. I should’ve been smarter — more alert. God I feel so stupid.

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i decided to make into a series !! this one will probably have 3 chapters so two more then i’ll start on the sequel for “before everything happened” 👀 so watch out & lmk if you guys want to get tagged <3

[no-where-new-hero]

Throwing in my hat into the LMM Rankings ring with...

Favorite LMM Abodes

Top Tier: Homiest Homes I Want to Live In

The Disappointed House (Emily of New Moon). A home you've loved since you were a child but isn't your childhood home but a fantasy of being grown-up and independent. A home you do eventually share with the love of your life. But also a home you got to decorate exactly according to your taste because your wealthy older paramour bank-rolled the operation and understood about the necessity of cupboards. A home haunted by ghosts but they're friendly and familiar ghosts. No, it may not be homey to most, but it is because it so aptly feels like an extension of you.

Patty's Place (Anne of the Island). On the other hand, sometimes you just want to live out a kind of intellectual sapphic eden with some friends and your gal pal and your gal pal's cool aunt and a couple of cats. A home that welcomes men and romance *sometimes* and then the rest of the time it's books and fireplaces and chats and hijinks.

Green Gables (AOGG). This is in the top tier simply because I couldn't bear to put it anywhere else. It's the place where Anne finds herself, finds love and companionship, endures some of her most important experiences.

2nd Tier: Homes I wouldn't mind living in as long as I acclimated to rural life

New Moon (EONM). Emily may love skimming pans for cream and helping Jimmy boil pigs potatoes but such arts are beyond me. At the same time, I'm not afraid of cows. And the garden and graveyard and orchard are manor-house-level accessories these days, so I would feel quite grand living here.

Lantern Hill (Jane of Lantern Hill). At least Jane doesn't farm, and I think I could handle her kitchen providing I had her supply of kitchen gadgets. I have also toasted my face while broiling fish, so I'm aware of the housekeeping hazards.

Cloud of Spruce (Magic for Marigold). This is this high up simply because it's well known for its cats and has a cozy, contented air despite its denizens. It feels less real than LMM's other houses, but everyone dreams of living in a fairy house once in a while.

3rd Tier: Homes that are Characters (so does that mean being in them implicates me in the narrative?)

The Mistawis cottage (The Blue Castle). TBC is a Gothic romance to me simply because of how important the cottage is (though it's also a Bluebeard retelling apparently so!) to Valancy as a person. A little wild, a little reclusive, but open and giving to those it loves. I would love a Blue Castle but I personally could not stand the mosquitoes that would invade off the water.

Silver Bush (Pat of Silver Bush). It's been very well argued that Silver Bush is the love of Pat's life and that Pat exists more as the numen of her house than as a real person. The house gets its own "introducing" chapter, laid out without a character's intermediary. It's huge, overwhelming, a more parasitic version of New Moon.

Tansy Patch (Emily of New Moon). The fact that Teddy comes from a House (unlike Ilse, who just has a house, and Perry, whose Stovepipe Town above is vague and ambiguous) automatically makes him important. He comes from this shadowy place, but do its shadows follow him? And how far?

4th Tier: Picturesque

Ingleside (AOGG). I've seen the real house that Ingleside is based off of, and it's not aesthetically my cup of tea, but I've always thought it would be glorious to grow up in a big rambling, bustling, bursting-with-people house. But it lacks a bit of oomph in the narrative.

Wyther Grange (Emily of New Moon). On the other hand, the Grange packs a punch in its small inclusion. I would like to spend a night in the pigeon-haunted pink room, please and thank you.

Echo Lodge (Anne of Avonlea). The echoes and Miss Lavender seem good company, but I would not be able to hide away there for years and years (I'm always posting on this damn blog).

I know there are more I'm forgetting, but here's what I've got so far. Would love to know other people's rankings too!

[slxsherbunny]

Shelter from the Storm (Brahms Heelshire x GN reader)

Anon: Can we get some fluffy cuddles with wall boy, Brahms? Where he just craves cuddling time? 💞💞 (It's nice to see a new face btw! So far I really enjoy your writing :D Can't wait to see more of your work!!)

(Re-post from my older, defunct blog!)

When you return to the house, the windows are all dark, save for one. When you’d left in the morning, you had made sure the lights were all off, one of your duties that remained from when you’d first started working for the Heelshires. You had gone into town in the morning to fetch some groceries, and run a few errands, though your speed was admittedly hampered by the weather. The rain was heavy, thick droplets that seemed to chill you to the bone, your umbrella the last line of defense from the torrential downpour. It was rare these days that you would leave, though when you did, you felt a looming sense of guilt about it- you understood why Brahms might not want to tag along on your errands, but it made you feel awful leaving him behind at home. 

You shake off the thoughts and the rain, and unlock the front door quietly, slipping inside. You wonder if Brahms had seen you pull into the driveway, if he’d been watching all morning for your return. Your suspicions are confirmed when you turn to hang up your jacket, and Brahms is there. You greet him softly, part of you worried he’ll be angry you were gone so long. He waits all of ten seconds for you to take your muddied boots and drenched jacket off, before he’s got you in an embrace. His arms are tight around you, and you can’t help but notice how warm he is, especially compared to the storm outside. You find yourself melting into his embrace, a little desperate for the extra heat. “Did you miss me?” you tease, though the way he squeezes you slightly harder, a little warning, tells you he isn’t in a joking mood. In an instant, he has you by the wrist, leading you deeper into the house. You find yourself cursing the sudden loss of warmth pressed against you; but you follow, as you imagine there isn’t much of a choice.

You find yourself in one of the house's many sitting rooms, the fireplace already alive and crackling. You look around the room for a brief moment, and find that the window to the outside provides a perfect view of the long stretch of driveway. You feel that small pang of guilt again- how long had he been sitting here, waiting for you to come home? Before you can get too caught up in your worry, Brahms is pulling you down, onto the plush sofa, and into his lap. You go without hesitation, his arms snaking around you, and your torso pressed against his. He’s so warm, you can’t help but worm as close to him as possible, which you’re sure is what he wants. A crash of thunder sounds from outside, and his grip on you tightens, just short of crushing. It dawns on you then, that your absence may not have been the only thing troubling him today. He holds you like that for a moment, before seemingly growing restless. He moves you, his weight shifting on top of you, and for the briefest of moments you’re reminded of a heated blanket. He curls up on top of you like that, a bit too tall and wide to find comfortably with another person on the couch, and your hands find their way to his hair, stroking softly. He hums contentedly, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of your clothes. He holds you, as if worried that you’ll disappear if he lets go. Eventually, he slots his arms around your waist, and you suspect you aren’t going anywhere soon. Not that you mind; these moments of genuine affection could be rare with Brahms, and usually led to him wanting more than just cuddling. If you had to ride out the storm like this, in his arms, then that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

[bewitchingivy]

pac ; reminding you why you're so amazing

Welcome to another pick a card by yours truly! I really loved doing a reading for this topic, I originally planned to read four piles, but when I got to the fourth one; the messages that I got were just repeating the ones that were already dealt with in the previous piles, no matter how many times I shuffle, so I decided to leave it at three. So generally, the purpose of this pick a card is to remind you how amazing you are, to remind you why you should love and appreciate yourself, but there's also gonna be some short messages about how you should care for yourself right now and a channeled message from a love one. Gosh, I really hope that you'll feel good about yourself after reading your pile <333

methods used in this reading: intuition, tarot, music.

࿐ DISCLAIMERS:

Tarot or any forms of divination is not set in stone. It’s not your only future, but a probable one with the current energy you have right now. If a reading doesn’t resonate, simply let it fly away and shift your energy. Because you can change your reality, and you have the undeniable power to do so.

Please keep in mind that my readings are for entertainment, positive, or inspirational purposes only. Please don’t take them as a professional or medical advice. Any actions or decisions taken are your responsibility.

The images I use in my blog are not mine unless I say so. The pictures belong to their respectful owners.

Enjoy your reading! <3

pile one

How to care for yourself right now: have fun and feel young. Don't ignore your inner child. Do the things that you've done when you were a child, or do the things that you've always wanted to do but have never done it when you were a child. Don't be afraid. Don't hinder the child in yourself.

To you who's chosen the first pile, I would like to start off by saying that you should be proud of your mind. You're a curious person; you always ask questions and you always strive to learn whether that be flipping through pages in a library or keeping your eyes and mind open by learning and accepting the lessons you could learn in your life. You're witty, creative, and never doubt any idea you have. In fact, I'm hearing right now that you're being advised by your spirit guides that whatever idea you have in this current moment, go do it. Don't second guess yourself. You're a lively and charismatic person. You have a charm and aura you carry around that bring people in and warm them like the comfort you'll have when sitting by the fireplace. You have the power to bring love and positivity into your loved ones lives, and you should know that even though you haven't heard this from them, they're really grateful to have you in their lives. Remember that. Last but not least, you are resilient. Your strength and your will to never give up on whatever you're doing is very admirable. You have gone through so many storms, but you're still here standing tall and proud for the things you have overcome and learned. You have grown wise and stronger than you were before. But you seek to constantly grow and learn, asking yourself to become more better than yesterday. Smile. Because I believe—and you should too, especially you—that whatever storm you'll face next, you can overcome it just like before.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): You're not alone. You shouldn't be afraid to ask for help too. It's completely okay. You know I'm always here for you, I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have me. Even if we're physically apart, my spirit is always watching over yours; encouraging and comforting you when you need it. I'm sure you feel that sometimes. Don't forget how worthy you are.

Clues to who this person is: a grandmother/godmother, father/father figure. Your spirit guide. An older brother, an older male friend.

Shufflemancy: Only The Young by Taylor Swift

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

pile two

How to care for yourself right now: Whatever creative project/passion/hobby you have on right now that you're thinking of postponing/abandoning, don't stop it. If you're feeling overwhelmed or anything by it, set it aside for a while and give your mind some rest. But don't quit.

To the person who's reading this, you are someone who's a great leader. You inspire people around you and you are willing to help someone in need. You are talented, even if you don't see it, but others see that in you. I'm seeing that there is something that you're particularly talented/skillful at—if you are doing something creative like I mentioned above, then this message particularly applies to you that you are skillfull in that field. Don't you dare let your doubts/insecurities stop you from continuing. You should know that you are trustworthy, and when you are in leadership, people look up to you and trust you. You will do/are doing something in this lifetime that helps people. You're setting a good example in your community. You are a kind and open minded person. You accept imperfection and see it as beauty because you understand that nothing and no one in this world is perfect, and that's what makes it beautiful. You are a highly courageous person. But just like everyone else, you get scared over something. But you are determined and you push on even if you are afraid which makes you fearless. You're well aware of your strengths and weaknesses, and I am proud of you for accepting yourself for who you are. You have done well and will continue to do so.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): Take breaks when you can, love. Remember that. Your body needs some rest, and you need to listen to your body. Be healthy. Start eating healthy, eat your fruits and vegetables, and don't always eat out. Be mindful of what you eat.

Clues to who this person is: a platonic/romantic soulmate that you haven't met yet. A best friend who “acts like a mom,” you know that kind of friend who reprimands their friends for not taking care of themselves, heh.

Shufflemancy: Lego House by Ed Sheeran

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

pile three

How to care for yourself right now: Ground yourself. Be in the present moment. Your mind has been everywhere, the past and the future, but you haven't been focusing in the now. Breathe and look around you. Be still and be at peace for a moment. Do some meditation.

The people who have chosen this pile are very intellectual and intelligent. I shouldn't be surprised that all the cards that came out right now are swords. You guys might not even consider yourselves or you don't believe in yourselves a lot. Don't underestimate yourself, you literally have no idea what you can do and make possible with your mind. You can even make manifesting so effortless. But you won't be able to unlock all your potential if you doubt yourself, therefore you should start opening your eyes and see how powerful you are. You are also very intuitive and psychic, you don't need to seek answers outside yourself because it is already in you and you know it better than anyone else. To anyone who's reading this, you should know that your ideas are spectacular. You should give yourself more credit. You are very clever. You are a mastermind (you gotta listen to Mastermind Taylor Swift, because that just came up to me.) And when you promise something to anyone or to yourself, you are true to your word. You are responsible and you hold so much respect to yourself, and other people will see that in you therefore they will start respecting you too. You are a planner. And when you have something to do, you always work hard to complete it. You never give up. You grit your teeth, but you keep moving on. Keep going, because you're doing well.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): Honestly, don't take life too seriously, you deserve to have some fun too. Go out and have fun with your friends. Celebrate that you are alive with the people that you love. Don't be in hurry, just enjoy the ride. Take your time, alright?

Clues to who this person is: a group of people in your soul family, they are/will come into your life as your friend group.

Shufflemancy: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

[imomisoplays]

Ham Ramen

Hello, tombler!

I’ll be moving on to Nanami Ito’s household soon, so I thought I’ll indulge myself with this last recipe (for a while!) from the ranch. However, today we’re not cooking with Stella, but please welcome (a) very special guest(s) – give it up for Osh Coush B'Gosh! It’s the club's (puny) name for cousins Leia, Soleil and Frejr. A little refresher if needed: Leia and Soleil are Stella’s children, while Frejr is Vienna’s son. Stella and Vienna are daughters of Kiyoshi Ito, making everybody introduced in this post Kiyoshi's grandkids. I consider adding Nanami's kids to the cousins' club too when they're older, since Kiyoshi and his wife Aria basically raised Nanami in my game. Phew, maybe a detailed family tree is needed for context.

One of the club's activities is to watch movie, and @midnitehearts's Studio Ghibli Movie Mod enabled us to watch Ponyo, an animated movie from the renowned Japanese production house Studio Ghibli. The gorgeous television set is the TELLY by @charlypancakes -- I use this television set everywhere, as the modern frame version can be seen in the background on Vienna's house here. So, so versatile. And if the TV is not centered on the fireplace, please pardon my (lack of) object-placement skill 😅

Soleil and Frejr are feeling particularly hungry after watching the scene where Sousuke and Ponyo eats ramen. The iconic "It's ham!" surely made their stomachs growl. Also, look at how cute they are. They will become teenagers soon, look at those puppy eyes! My friend told me this is exactly how parents felt seeing their kids growing up and becoming older. What a turn of events that I get to feel this with my imaginary sims children first. 🥹

As insinuated with some hints above, today we are cooking ham ramen from Ponyo. The recipe cc is made by @oni28 (click here to download). Please be aware that you would need to have Oni's Recipe Pack Mod (updated regularly on their Patreon) for the recipe to appear in your game.

Let me also introduce you to today's cook: Leia Ren. She's a straight A student on Chestnut Ridge High School, working part-time as a video game streamer and with an interest in robotics. Leia had the opportunity to graduate early, but since she hasn't decided what she wants to do for college, she still attended school as usual. Leia also helps in taking care of the horses, but she's not a hardcore horse person (completely different story with Soleil).

Ingredients for this recipe is simple but guaranteed to taste good: soft-boiled eggs, ham, and instant ramen. Loving the nod to the OG Nissin’s Chicken ramen package here. Leia's CC earrings are from @nolan-sims and can be downloaded here -- I always have at least one sim who uses a variation of Nolan's earrings for every outfit. Leia's mom Stella used to be that sim, but I revamped her style to be more refined (...or snob. Stella is that lady who lives in a ranch, owns two horses and does gardening everyday while being a snob y'all) as she grew older, so I'd like to imagine Stella passed down all these cute accessories to her daughter.

Leia slices the eggs and the ham. Are you wondering where Soleil and Frejr are? Well, they're on the kitchen too, stealing ham one slice at a time.

Leia starts boiling water to cook the instant ramen. The entire kitchen could hear Soleil's stomach growls. Our puppy Sol is shy because he's the only one being hungry, if only he knew Frejr is too but apparently a better actor.

After the ramen is cooked and plated, place the slices of ham and boiled eggs, and garnish with green onion. I love how @oni28 even made the bowl exactly like in the movie. It's the detail for me.

WE LOVE HAM! AND RAMEN! And we clearly do not have time for obligatory dining table photoshoot today, since the boys already went in and obliterated the food.

Ending the post with another angle of my Sol puppy. Next time we see him on this blog, he might probably be a teenager already... Ah, the hearts you'll break, young lad. Anyway, see you on the next one. Dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for ham ramen is taken from this post and this post.

Imomiso’s note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog.

[trehontin]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS !

[ bold = applies ; ítalics = sometimes applies ; both = perfect ; strikethrough = doesn't apply ]

WINTER.     a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.   full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snowstorm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping.   the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.   rain boots.

SUMMER.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.   drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

FALL.     the leaves changing colors.   a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.   being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by:      my own blogs

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[altarfates]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagged by: pinched it from my old blog ! tagging: you & show me ! <3

[raytm]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

TAGGED BY: i'm finding shit on my old blog & shoving it here. tagging: u take it u tag me yipeee

[polkadotpatterson]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @cryinginblaseball! guess this means I gotta include the couple of warrior cats fics I posted recently even though this is a blaseball blog. don’t judge me

reflections in the river: 

It doesn't take Thrushpelt long to figure it out. 

room to grow: 

Before there was Gloria Bentley, there was the garden, growing wild and tangled in a Miami backyard. 

let the light on through: 

There is a house by the sea, with wide windows and a warm fireplace and a porch overlooking the ocean and a yard big enough for an entire team's worth of dogs and people to run around in.

Namesake: 

The kits are perfect.

fragments from a new universe: 

You wake up in Seattle. This is the first thing that's wrong.

the long cat of the law: 

Law school turns out to require a bit more studying and caffeine than McBlase anticipated, but that doesn’t deter her.

the weight of the worlds: 

Clove Ji-eun had always found the Bubble to be a little confining, even long before she ever stepped out on the field herself.

commissioner vapor's pogtastic existential crisis: 

Anyone whose existence begins in a chaotic storm of flames and smoke and screaming tends to have a lot of questions.

DOT'S SHOES ARE STOLEN: 

CHAPTER 1: DOT CAN’T FIND THEIR SHOES

eloise butterworth breaks the world: 

It's nighttime, and Eloise Butterworth is playing.

Seems like most blaseball writers have been tagged by now, but if you haven’t then feel free to go ahead and say I’ve tagged you!

[daimonclub]

Christmas poems

Christmas poems for a merry atmosphere Christmas poems for a magic holiday atmosphere, to enlighten and warm up your festive time by English-culture.com blog and Carl William Brown. Merry Christmas! Let Every Day Be Christmas Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself. Peace on Earth, good will to men, kind thoughts and words of cheer, are things we should use often and not just once a year. Remember too the Christ-child, grew up to be a man; to hide him in a cradle, is not our dear Lord's plan. So keep the Christmas spirit, share it with others far and near, from week to week and month to month, throughout the entire year! Norman Wesley Brooks

Where are the children who haven’t got their Christmas tree with silver snow, fairy lights and chocolate fruits? Hurry up, hurry up, gathering, We go in Chritmas trees land, I know where it is. Gianni Rodari

Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no time on wreaths of green; Whose lips have words of comfort spread Needs not the holly - berries red - His very presence scatters wide The spirit of the Christmastide. John Kendrick Bangs

Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees hung with candycanes and breakable stars Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no gilded Christmas trees and no tinsel Christmas trees and no tinfoil Christmas trees and no pink plastic Christmas trees and no gold Christmas trees and no black Christmas trees and no powderblue Christmas trees hung with electric candles and encircled by tin electric trains and clever cornball relatives Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars, Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars, Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago. Alfred Domett

It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb. Dinah Maria Mulock

I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, But how I love the gifts I give! Carolyn Wells

'Tis blessed to bestow, and yet, Could we bestow the gifts we get, And keep the ones we give away, How happy were our Christmas day! Carolyn Wells

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it is always young; The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, And its soul, full of music, breaks forth on the air When the song of the angels is sung. It is coming, Old Earth, it is coming tonight! On the snowflakes which cover thy sod The feet of the Christ-child fall gentle and white, And the voice of the Christ-child tells out with delight That mankind are the children of God. Phillips Brooks

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let Christmas not become a thing Merely of merchant's trafficking, Of tinsel, bell and holly wreath And surface pleasure, but beneath The childish glamour, let us find Nourishment for soul and mind. Let us follow kinder ways Through our teeming human maze, And help the age of peace to come From a Dreamer's martyrdom. Madeline Morse

Christmas Holidays Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys, Who ever and anon declare their joys With trumping horns and juvenile huzzas, At going home to spend their Christmas days, And changing learning's pains for pleasure's toys. Six weeks elapse, and down the Woodford way A heavy coach drags six more heavy souls, But no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray, The carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls, And little boys walk in as dull and mum As six new scholars to the Deaf and Dumb! Thomas Hood

A White Christmas 'Twas the night before christmas. With a blanket of white. That covered the earth all through the night. The trees sparkled like diamonds. With a glitter so bright. That each little twinkle made its own christmas light. A hope and a prayer a white christmas would be. Awaiting the dawn so all could see. The beauty and joy a white christmas does bring. To the holiday season as carolers sing. For twas the night before Christmas. God answered your prayer. With a blanket of white. Placed with God's loving care." Carla Jean Laglia Esely

Christmas poetical decorated atmosphere

Christmas At The Orphanage But if they'd give us toys and twice the stuff most parents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough; in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hid the tree: these sparkling allotments yearly guaranteed a lack of - what? - family? - I knew exactly what it was I missed as we were lined up number rank and file: to share my pals' tearing open their piles meant sealing the self, the child that wanted to scream at all You stole those gifts from me; whose birthday is worth such words? The wish-lists they'd made us write out in May lay granted against starred branches. I said I'm sorry. Bill Knott

Christmas Past Oh happy days, the snow fell over-night, we have a white Christmas in our sight. Only a few more days and nights, Christmas will shine bright of white. Remember those beautiful Christmas Eves, when we gathered round our colorful trees. Remember when we caroled down the street, sang Christmas songs oh so sweet. Memories are precious let’s not forget, don’t do anything you might regret. Christmas is the time of year to share, to treasure family far and near. This Christmas with the lights shining bright, reflecting God’s blanket of white. Sing sweet songs in memory, past Christmas’s history. Melvina Germain

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Capts Log No. 44_ Another Cycle Begins

HEY! If you actually read this. YOU THE SHIIIT. I been back and fourth up and through with SL, as most of us... there is an important motto my pops and I say " RL comes first"! i had to take a step back from things to recalibrate my energy and shift my boundaries. When you are someone who is pure hearted, and giving, that often gets mistaken for weakness. But not all strength is loud and boastful. Its one of the Laws of Power not to show your hand unless necessary. So I had to do just that. I have a swift hammer of justice that comes down and puts people back on their square.

I am not someone you can talk to any kind of way, & get away with it.

My spirit team doesnt play about me!

Taking a moment to give thanks to my old spot. It was def a vibe for that cycle of time. Now I just moved one plot down XD I love that this land is called "Ancien Monde" because i consider myself to be ancient soul , and that means Ancient world in french. Its really perfect spot for me it just vibes.

I put this together day before yesterday in like an hour it didnt take me long. I like that this process required the least amount of thinking I've probably ever done putting my place together. I think its just right. The most important item here is that eames chair. It is such a pivotal piece of furniture to my RL childhood, and its like having my dad with me. We made so many memories on that chair, sitting by the fireplace, reading books, looking at album art and reading each page front to back, playing board games, opening my first present on christmas eve. Did all that on the Eames chair. LOL.

Super grateful for my SL pops Ras Solaris and my brother Rajahn I am looking forward to spending more time with them and bonding. We all have a similar world view but we are also very different from each other. I love and respect that so much! Its very special to me how spirit brings people together so that we can learn and grow from one another. I am holding best intentions in heart for us moving forward! We're rebuilding Meroe together and its gunna be better than EVER!

Its a whole process, but I am so here for it. Step by step we will make Meroe's legacy long lasting. Sometimes I am exploring SL and I find old projects full of passion and knowledge that the person emptied into their parcel or region. I learn so much from these spaces, they are like time capsules of culture, wisdom, history. They are important not only to the landscape of SL but to the human psyche and to humanity, for everyone who finds it becomes transformed by the little seeds planted there. It ripples. This is what Meroe means to me too.

It has become a staple for the Afro Indigenous Black Communities of SL. To know that WE WERE HERE, WE ARE HERE, AND WE KNOW WHERE WE CAME FROM AND WHERE WE ARE GOING. Meroe is here as a beacon to remind us, and also as a center for us to build together. SL allows us the pleasure and privilege to meet with one another no matter what physical boarders divide us. That is extremely powerful! We have to take heed of this time and space we have been given! *steps off soap box*

I saw this place featured on Secondlife blogs and instantly was like, yes this is my spot these are my folks. its called Grab By The Horns GBTH. Very dope art and artsy fart minds.

https://community.secondlife.com/blogs/entry/14329-second-life-spotlight-gbth/ <<< This that article

Go visit their new shit >>> http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/GBTH/146/113/53

The best part about discovering this place was when I realized that Marina is MARINAAA my commune friend from back in the day. I was so excited/happy and embarrassed when she messaged me like damn. I am not a good friend. LMAO. This is why I dont really have "people" or friends that I hang out with or a "crew" a "clique".

I just disappear a lot. I am not reliable. I know this about myself and I realize now that shit sucks because having people is fun. It makes life more enjoyable if you choose the right ones. Marina was def always "that girl" I remember her always having interesting ideas and sharing dope art with me, she showed me the artist Jasper Johns and we used to go to this gallery called Suntory time. Fun quirky art that makes you just feel good. Aesthetically pleasing shit. So during one of those cycles where I disappeared I lost her friendship fr. But it was really heartwarming for me to reconnect with her. I do not expect things just to bounce back and we be cool again. Its kinda like karma right now for me to be on the outside, and to see what unity looks like when you arent unreliable and aloof with your relationships. XD I am totally digging the lesson.

I showed up to this event , watched an incredible audiovisual performance by Cole Marie Soleil, wow it reminded me of my last weekend in RL where I went to this festival my friends who are experimental artists, musicians and filmmakers put on in the desert called "Digital Debris". I love how spirit intertwines my experiences and creates these packages of lessons for me to deal with every cycle. Haha its always so clear to me. The "themes". You have to unlearn to relearn.

I feel like this one art piece, being taken apart to be reassembled this moon cycle.

This is a thing that wants me to own it so bad. Some thing that found me and now I posses it. No further comment at this time XD

Here she is livin her best SLife Anyone who got a problem can KMA.

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 Luxury Candles in Australia: Lighting Up Your Home Decor

Lighting Up Your Home Decor with Luxury candles in Australia

Candles have been a part of human history for thousands of years. They were initially used for lighting purposes, but today, they have evolved into a symbol of luxury and style in home decor. If you're looking to elevate your home decor game with candles, you're in the right place. In this blog, we'll explore some of the latest luxury candles in Australia trends that can help you create a warm and inviting ambiance in your living spaces.

1. Scented Candles

Scented candles have become increasingly popular in recent years. They not only provide a soft, ambient light but also fill your home with delightful fragrances. From calming lavender to zesty citrus scents, there's a wide range of options to choose from. These wax lamps are perfect for setting the mood or simply making your home feel cozier.

2. Artisanal and Handcrafted Candles

In the world of luxury candles, artisanal and handcrafted options are gaining popularity. These candles are often made by skilled craftsmen who pay attention to every detail, from the wax to the wick. They come in unique shapes and designs, making them not only functional but also works of art that can enhance your living space.

3. Decorative Candle Holders

Candles need the right holders to truly shine. Decorative candle holders are making a comeback in the world of home decor. You can find holders made from various materials like glass, metal, or ceramics. These holders come in intricate designs and patterns, adding an extra layer of elegance to your candle arrangements.

4. Natural and Sustainable Candles

As the world becomes more eco-conscious, natural and sustainable luxury candles are on the rise. These products are typically made from soy or beeswax, which are renewable resources. They often come in reusable or recyclable packaging, making them an eco-friendly choice for your living space scenery.

5. Statement Candles

Statement soy candles in Australia are all about making a bold impression. It often has unique shapes or sizes that instantly draw attention. They can serve as eye-catching centerpieces on your dining table or coffee table, becoming a conversation starter for guests.

6. Customized and Personalized Candles

Personalization is a growing trend in luxury candles. You can have candles customized with your initials, a special date, or even a personal message. It makes for great gifts and adds a personal touch to your house scenery.

7. Candles as Art Installations

Some homeowners are taking candle decor to the next level by turning them into art installations. By arranging candles creatively on shelves, walls, or even in unused fireplaces, you can transform your living space into a captivating work of art.

8. Multi-Wick Candles

Multi-wick candles are a practical yet stylish choice. They provide more light and a more dramatic appearance than single-wick candles. These candles are perfect for creating a cozy atmosphere during gatherings or special occasions.

9. Candle Care and Safety

Remember that while luxury candles can enhance your house scenery, it's essential to prioritize safety. Always place wax lamps on heat-resistant surfaces, keep them away from flammable materials, and never leave them unattended.

If you want to buy candles in Australia it's important to understand that they serve not only as a source of light but also as a way to set the mood and elevate the overall ambiance of your living space. With these trends in mind, you can find the perfect candles to transform your living spaces into luxurious, inviting havens of relaxation and style. So, go ahead and light up your home decor with these trendy and beautiful candles!