#cannot wait for this weather

[cabysoft]

[kabukiaku]

yesterday I did attempt to go outside to unplug but then I remembered I live in desert-like climate 😵‍💫😂 thanks a lot summer.

[berryevilpoptart]

[druidonity2]

Find it really funny how twitter is like 'Anduin's new model is FINALLY GOOD!!!WHOOO!!' and Tumblr still thinks hes ugly as all hell.

[croutonnet]

"i love winter weather it's so relaxing and peaceful"

- someone who gets driven everywhere or works/studies from home

[piscisita]

feel like outfit vibe is giving my beloved mutual @georgecuntstanza 🫶🏽

[theoneandonlyailat]

the way i wanna bake a pie so bad now 🤤

art calender by @fend13th

[bedforddanes75]

i think i might just fucking die if i dont post this right now Ok guess what? guess? guess...u wanna guess the colour of my underwear. ok cowboys here wtf ugh anyway dont tell me its bad ill come and get you

me ^

[heartattackmedication]

I did, in fact, make it to the skatepark.

My second time actually going to a skatepark, and I had a Much Better Time. This place had a lot of open space and for some reason NOBODY else was there. At noon on a Friday.

Figuring out how to roll fakie from banks and transitions, and I've been doing fakie pivots in my living room so I wanted to practice that outside too. Don't yet have the courage to drop in from that bank but I WILL do it... you'll see... But hey, for my second time ever playing with banks I think I did a good job.

[bumblingbabooshka]

SNW Christine has the vibes of someone who pours a glass of wine, hands it to Uhura, then starts drinking from the bottle. SNW Christine says she’s going to have “one glass of Romulan ale” and then pulls out a comedically large glass as a goof. Christine wore white converse with her thrift store dress to space prom. I can see this all clearly. She is this to me:

[twentysidednerd]

there have been so many bugs in my room lately, i’ve taken to writing a magnus archives statement about it

i’m so corruption coded :))) [this is not a good thing, i am so sick of finding crickets and spotted lanternflies where they should not be. i.e., in my fucking house]

shoutout to one of my friends for putting the idea of taking/making statements in place of a traditional diary, this shit’s actually kinda fun. way more fun to convince my brain to do instead of traditional diary entries

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Monday Draft - The Witches of Månenshavn

*hello hello! decided to reupload my small drabble about my very super self indulgent AU. Blame the weather, but autumn just brought all the witchy vibes in me! Enjoy!*

(.......)

Sitting on the cozy couch, Dorothea looked out of the huge glass window of the sunroom. From the distance, she could see the city lights, twinkling against the black of the night like diamonds kissed by sunlight.

The first thing that made her feel like she wasn’t in England anymore was the quiet, warm stillness that lingered in the air.

Their house was sitting far enough that the lights would not pollute the vision of the sky above her.

Through the glass roof, she could see so many stars twinkling, and the moon herself with her silvery light - only a thin sliver showing, as she prepared to hide from view in the nights ahead.

She took a velvet pillow from the other side of the couch and put it behind her back, before tugging her blanket tighter around her shoulders: it wasn’t cold at all, despite the first signs of autumn that were starting to peak through the days. Still, she always liked to be cocooned.

The couch was as cozy as she remembered it being: so soft it felt like sinking in a cloud. With a low chuckle, Dorothea caressed the ridges of the threads Colette had used for the embroidering on the backseat of Dorothea’s favourite spot: silvers and gold and white against a midnight blue velvet, a star shining alone against the immensity of the night sky.

“I must say, I love what you have done to the sofa,” Dorothea said, turning to look toward the shadows of the adjacent room.

“I knew you would have approved,” she heard a low velvety voice chuckle back at her. “Can’t sleep, Sugar Plum?”

“Not quite,” she answered with a smile, turning to look. Even if the woman was still concealed in the shadows, she didn’t need her eyes to know where she was. “ You would think that the journey had worn me out, and by now I would be snoring like Lucia. Yet, I cannot. The Moon must be in my blood tonight,”

“As she always is, bichette. She never seems to leave you; much like the stars themselves, I dare say, considering the amount of stardust I always find in your trail,”

Dorothea’s laughter filled the room, accompanied by Colette’s own husky one, as the tall dark-haired woman finally entered the sunroom, the light of dark candles kissing her skin. Dorothea saw that she was looking at her with unmistakable affection, leaning against the door frame, wrapped in the same pajama of dark silk she always remembered her having.

Colette De Beaumont was a woman of rare beauty but, Dorothea thought, that beauty didn’t come just from her bright happy eyes or her chiseled features.

It came from her soul and such a splendid one it was.

She had never known a kinder woman, a more generous one.

Even now, as she was looking upon her, she was beaming, as if the sun itself was shining from within her, her tender face and her kind eyes filled with such soft light that Dorothea always felt at peace when she looked at her.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Colette finally asked,

“Not at all,” Dorothea answered, patting the spot just beside her.

Colette plopped on the couch, tucking her feet under her own legs. With a small gesture of her hand, directed toward the kitchen, she had her own cauldron bubbling away in minutes, and a fragrant perfume filled the air.

“Mmm, Lavander…” murmured Dorothea, scooting a little closer to Colette and enveloping her in the same blanket she was using.

“Freshly harvested this morning, bichette. Your wind alerted us of your arrival, so I thought you would appreciate”

Dorothea chuckled, cheeks turning red from joy.

“Was Lucia miffed?”

“That you almost made her fall from her hammock? Just a little,”

An impish smile appeared on Dorothea’s lips, mirrored by Colette. She leaned against the back of the sofa, taking in a deep sigh of relief, nestling her head in the pillows.

“I missed all of this. These smells, these colours, you and Lucia…it had been immensely hard being away from you two,” she murmured, taking Colette’s hand in hers and giving it a little squeeze.

“Did you at least find what you were looking for in London?”

Dorothea sighed, raising her eyes toward the sky.

“Not entirely. I tried to make contact with the Coven presiding over London, but no one could help me decipher the dreams. Or rather, they did, but the answers were… inconclusive. I still do not know what to think of it,”

“Could it be that this time your dreams were only that? Dreams?”

Dorothea sighed again, murmuring a small “thank you” when a cup of freshly brewed tea floated in her hand. She smiled when she noticed that Colette had used her favorite set of china.

“I know not. I cannot be sure. And I hate not having answers," she whispered, pursing her lips in a thin line.

Part of her wanted to agree with Colette.

Part of her, the most irrational one, kept believing that there was something interwoven in the weft of her dreams, a warning of some sort.

Against whom, she didn’t know.

Colette remained silent, as she looked at the younger woman lost in thoughts, and sad to see that the melancholy hadn’t left her eyes.

“Well, at least you had this handsome rugged fellow keeping you company, am I right?” Colette said, gently caressing the feather of the crow that was sitting on the back of the couch. The raven gave out a deep croak, his hackles fluffing up as if to show how the shine of his feathers. “If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that your little friend here is rather pleased with my compliment,”

Dorothea rolled her eyes with a small smile.

“Tell me about it. We almost lost the proper current that would carry us back home, because Belial here was too busy preening at his wings,”

As if to answer her, the raven let out another croak, jumping on her shoulder to peck at her hair. But the pecks were light and the familiar had no intention of hurting her.

“Did you call for him?”

Dorothea shook her head, her short curls bouncing with the movement.

“He found me. I was sitting on top of the Big Ben, just taking in the view of the City, and he arrived to keep me company. He has been with me ever since,”

“Sounds almost like someone sent him to watch over you,”

Dorothea turned to look at the bird, his dark eyes shining with a playful light. She scrunched her nose as she smiled, stroking her nose against the bird’s shiny beak.

“Sounds like it,” she giggled.

Then, she turned serious again, looking outside the window that faced the seaside.

“I will miss the rain,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she remembered all the nights spent awake, when her dreams kept her awake and insomnia got the best of her, and all she could do was stay up and read a book. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against the windows of her room in the old manor that was her residency while in England had always felt like gentle company.

“Månenhavn is not that bad,” Colette murmured, caressing her hair and landing a kiss on top of her head. “You’ll see, with autumn coming soon, you will feel at home again in no time. And with Lucia now joining us for good, our powers will keep this place safe and sound,”

“I was so happy when you wrote me about her return. I felt so bad about leaving you alone to protect the city-”

Colette pinched her lips between her fingers, smiling that warm smile that made everyone feel at home.

“I won’t listen to another word, Dorlé. You needed to follow your path, and I am honestly happy that you did. Besides, your banishing spell was strong enough that it kept all the Banes at bay. Not even the clouds managed to pass through - which caused a little problem with the local climate, but my brother came to lend me a hand and we solved the problem before it could turn into something more serious,”

Dorothea giggled, muttering a small “sorry” before asking: “How are Antoine and Mathias faring?”

Colette faltered a moment, before answering, and Dorothea noticed her moment of hesitancy.

Something had happened, she could see it in the woman's amber eyes.

(…)

[post-abhumanism]

one of these days I gotta see how far or fast I can actually run...

[just-about-nothing]

moving (again) and damn we really just live in boxes don't we

side note: i think many people move to socal because it is warmer. for me, i am moving because it will be cooler. this is extremely hilarious

[futuremercifulnerd]

I found this absolute dream find today while i was out thrifting for the renn faire (i dont think ill finish my jacket 😭), it was discounted so i got it for only $7 and some change! Ive wanted a jacket alsmost exactly like this for so long, i cannot believe i found this and in such good condition, like the zipper is meh cause its like 30y/o but otherwise its fine?? Golden find, iykyk.

[simple-and-cozy-life]

I just want it to be cold so I can wear sweaters and jackets over my dresses again.