#cherry treas

[reba-ceres]

"Spring"

2018, Krita

Old commission piece I did. It took me forever, but man! I love how it came out. I wonder what I could do now...?

[pupsmailbox]

PASTRY︰SWEET ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aero. ambrosia. angel. anise. anisette. bakerette. bambi. benedict. berrie. berry. betty. biscuique. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. bluebell. bonbon. brie. bubblegum. cake. cakerie. cakessa. cakette. cakie. candace. candi. candibelle. candie. candy. caramel. caramella. caramelle. carmella. carmine. cassia. cerise. chantilly. charlotte. cherie. cherry. chiffon. chip. chocco. choco. chocobina. cinna. cinnabelle. cinnabon. cinnamon. claire. clem. clementine. coco. cookie. cookilyn. creamine. creamique. creme. cremelle. crepe. cupcake. cupid. custard. custella. cwake. dahlia. darling. delight. dove. drizzle. dulce. dulcie. eclair. fleur. frostine. fuchsia. graham. gummi. heath. honey. honoré. joy. julienne. kandie. kandy. kat. kit. kitty. lacey. lollie. lollu. lolly. lulu. madeleine. maisie. margaret. marjorie. marshmelle. miel. mielle. mika. millie. mimi. moussette. muffine. nana. nilla. panettiere. pastelle. pastrie. pastrina. patisserie. patty. peach. petal. pippin. pixie. popsy. praline. precious. pudding. puff. puffy. pumpkin. pwuffle. raspberry. reese. rosa. rose. rosie. ruth. rye. sherbet. shortcake. sorbelle. sorbet. sprinkline. strawbette. strawbie. sucre. sucrose. sugar. sugarbelle. sugarlyn. sundae. sundaeya. sunny. sweetheart. sweeti. sweetie. sweets. taffy. tartine. tealyn. teddy. toffee. toffi. trixie. truffrill. tulip. vanilla. vanille. vaniya. wafer. weddicae.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/ae. angelsfood/angelsfood. ba/bake. bake/bake. bake/bakery. belle/belle. berry/berry. bite/bite. blush/blush. bon/bon. bow/bow. bread/bread. bun/bun. butter/butter. ca/candy. cae/cake. cake/cake. candy/candy. car/caramel. cara/cara. cara/caramel. ce/cer. che/cher. chef/chef. cherry/cherry. chew/chew. cho/choco. cho/chocolate. choco/choco. choco/chocolate. chocolate/chocolate. cinna/cinna. cinna/cinnamon. cocoa/cocoa. confection/confection. coo/cookie. cookie/cookie. cream/cream. cru/crust. cup/cake. cup/cupcake. cupcake/cupcake. cute/cute. dar/dar. delicacy/delicacy. dessert/dessert. devilsfood/devilsfood. do/donut. doe/donut. dou/dough. dough/dough. fla/flan. flo/flour. fre/fresh. fro/frost. fro/frosting. frost/frost. frosting/frosting. fu/fudge. goodie/goodie. heart/heart. hon/hon. hon/honey. honey/honey. ice/ice. jelly/jelly. lace/lace. lolli/lolli. lolly/lolly. love/love. mac/macaron. mi/mix. mou/mousse. mu/muffin. nom/nom. pas/pastry. pastry/pastry. pi/pixie. pie/pie. pink/pink. plum/plum. pop/pop. puddin/puddin. pudding/pudding. puff/puff. puff/puffle. ro/rose. roll/roll. rose/rose. soft/soft. sprinkle/sprinkle. sti/stix, strawb/strawberry. strawberry/strawberry. su/sucre. su/sugar. sug/sug. sug/sugar. suga/suga. sugar/sugar. swe/sweet. swee/sweet. sweet/sweet. tart/tart. toffee/tofee. trea/treat. treat/treat. wa/warm . 🍡 . 🍦 . 🍧 . 🍩 . 🍪 . 🍫 . 🍬 . 🍭 . 🍮 . 🍯 . 🍰 . 🎂 .

[starrclown]

Random things in my Hazbin Hotel rewrite that I added for lore, character, or because I think it's cool

(I might do this for my Helluva Boss rewrite because these take up alot of brain space and I wanna infodump so Tumblr is my bitc-)

Triggerwarning: Talks of death, suicide, murder, other nasty stuff.

Angel has a daughter named Isabella. (This is Angel Dust. I took the Dust out of his name because in my rewrite Angel is ashamed of his drug addiction. I wanna clarify incase someone gets confused.)

Angel and Husk were born in the same year, 1891. Angel died at 56 while Husk died at 86.

Husk and Valerie (Vaggie)are probably the most innocent at the Hotel.

Angel, Alastor, and Nifty have all killed people. Nifty has only killed one person, her husband.

Both Angel and Nifty were married when they were alive.

Sir Pentious is now a girl. She is now Madame Pentious.

Husk is Transgender.

Husk has a Russian background. He also knows Russian.

Angel and his family are not from America. His family are immigrants from Italy. They came to America when he was about 7.

Alastor is black. He's not mixed anymore.

Cherrie is almost deaf. She can hear somewhat but she is almost excessively deaf from being around explosions all her life.

Angel is blind in his right eye. Things... happened to it.

Since Cherrie is hard hearing and Angel has only one eye, they help each other alot. Angel learned sign language to talk to Cherrie if she's having a hard hearing day. Cherrie usually walks around with Angel if he's in a unfamiliar area.

Both Alastor and Angel are overlords. (I'm gonna have to work out what makes a overlord a overlord )

Charlie is a doll. Litteraly. Her parents made her with demonic magic. (More like a puppet but you get it.)

Charlie has a bad relationship with Lucifer. Lilith on the other hand is a loving an attentive mother.

Valerie even though she doesn't look like it, is very good with certain weapons. Not good with hands on though.

Mimzy and Angel are good friends.

Vox and Velvette don't like Valentino. They stick it out with him because their territories are objectively smaller than Valentinos. They are both weaker than Valentino.

Vox and Valerie have the biggest inferiority complex out if the main cast.

Tom Trench has had a crush on Katie Killjoy for about 20 years now. Katie is aware of it. She toys him along all the time.

Valerie can't speak.

Vox and Angel have a brother like relationship. Velvette shares the same thing with Angel. Only Velvette likes it.

Nifty was the youngest to die. She's 18.

Husk was the oldest to die.

Considering Nifty died so young she often can revert to a teenage life mindset. When someone (Mostly Angel) treats her like a child because that's what she is, she gets upset. Really upset. She doesn't understand why everyone treats her diffrently.

Nifty also tries to argue that she's grown up because she not only had a husband, she has to be bad like a adult because she's in hell.

Alastor shows blantent favoritism when it comes to the treatment of Husk and Nifty. (Hint: Husk ain't the favorite.)

Alastor is actually pretty nice. Despite how evil his is he is genuinely kind to most people. He was raised to be a gentlemen so he never really let that go as a adult.

When you die, after a significant amount of time, you can recive objects from your human life. There is two ways you can obtain objects from your human life. You either have it on you when you die or someone gives it to you as you die. Like being buried with a object or a object being set on your grave. This is how Angel has some memories of his family, someone set a scrap book on his grave. He has his necklace cause he was wearing it when he died.

Angel killed himself. He intentionally overdosed.

Charlie has biased when it comes to sinners. She's unaware of it but it's there. Charlie shows favoritism to younger sinners and to sinners who died from unnatural causes or to wronged sinners. This is demonstrated in the main cast. Charlie treats Nifty, Valerie, and Alastor better than Angel and Husk. She doesn't treat them hostility by any means but she gives alot more leeway to those three then Angel and Husk. She treats Angel objectively worse. If something bad happens and Angel has a part in it, then Angel will most likely take blame. She treats them worse for diffrent reasons. Angel because he killed himself and Husk because of how long he lived.

While Charlie doesn't like killing sinners, she will if pushed far enough.

Angel hides what he actually looks like. He didn't come down to hell looking as he does currently.

Valerie will do almost anything to get validation. Her self hatred is that big.

I have more but this is getting long.

Ask questions if you want. If your curious.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[bakerysweets]

Welcome to today's stream!!

[Pt: welcome to today's stream!! End pt.]

Candy/sweets/etc NPT!!

[Pt: candy/sweets/etc NPT

For @seraphim-coinz's event day one: something related to sweet things!

— names: kandie, pixie, sucrose, creme, lollu, honey, choco/chocco, sugar, bonbon, candi, sweeti, toffi/toffee, cherry/cherie, cookie, gummi

— pronouns: sug/sugar, swee/sweet, ca/candy, jelly/jellys, cho/choco, fro/frosts, berry/berrys, cup/cupcake, cake/cakes, trea/treat, toffee/tofees, cara/caramel, 🍭/🍭s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍮/🍮s, 🍫/🍫s, 🎂/🎂s, 🍦/🍦s

— titles: *prn* who's sweet, the candy maker, *prn*'s sweet treat, *prn* who's candy-like, *prn* who's got a sweet tooth, *prn* who's sugercoated.

[sketchygainedyoursoul]

Tokyo soul pt 3: tokyo drift

OK WE'RE BACK and i'm going to actually watch it on 1.25 speed this time Parts 1/2 + 4/5

okay so we found out why they (sam and taurtis) are criminals They jaywalked ok

oh my god do they actually take jaywalking seriously in this town that's how you know it's messed up lol

they fight and Sam is defeated after one punch. must be tired from fighting the principal why

apparently this is normal according to Kiyu saying "you guys are going to fit in just fine. :)" ????

Okay so you can just look in random lockers nice

Sam: "Wait should we be looking in people's lockers?" It can't be! Sam being empathetic for once?

Sam and taurtis are acting like middle school popular girls talking about decorating their lockers lmao adorable

taurtis stole sam's money. good job taurtis.

the bell is a character. im not- there is no sound effect there's just a message in chat that looks like: <the bell> RING RING

sam: *tries to go to class* also sam: *goes into the girls bathroom* me: h o w

sam goes in the wrong classroom and asks the teacher for help. the teacher calls Sam's current teacher a dumbo. good times.

sam: *scolds taurtis for being in the room* also sam: *is in the room* in all fairness sam is asking for help but they have yuki to help and also i hate sam

SAM WHY DID YOU SIT IN THE TEACHER'S SPOT YOU DUMBASS???

sam: *sits in what is very obviously the teacher's desk* sam: is this the teacher's desk?

"Sorry I was just Goofin and Gaffin'" Samuel im goin to strangle you

Okay so teacher Tori is their agriculture teacher and does not look human.

They are talking while the teacher is talking im going to cry

Tori: agriculture is the study of plants! DomRao: Does farmville count? I see what the populus meant when they said he carried

Taurtis asks if the school is haunted and i feel thats a reasonable worry. Tori says maybe. I am scared.

THE CREEPY MAN IS THERE WHAT THE FUCK

theyre going on a field trip to the field for flowers!!

update: it is not perpetually night

THE CREEPY MAN DISSAPEARED OKAY I DISLIKE THIS

Sam: "I think I'm seeing things, getting delusions" me: mhmm tell me more *writes down his symptoms for the asylum*

Sam just walked into a random classroom wtf

okay the field in question is just their school courtyard and i feel like thats probably a good idea what with the creepy man following them.

taurtis is chopping down the cherry trea because "trees are just really big flowers." okay then buddy you do you i guess

Tori just educated Taurtis. Impressive. And here I was thinking that education was a myth in this universe.

The principal rightfully got pissed at Taurtis as he was casually putting the stump back. Ah, I love minecraft.

Taurtis started starving so some kid (might have been dom idk) gave him sushi so thats nice

Soemthing about Sam is that he'll ask a question and wont wait for the person to respond, doing the action until they tell him to stop. Just a little thing about him I find interesting :)

Kiyu gives us more evidence that she is a vpire by saying she does jot like the sun. Okay girl slay ig.

Taurtis suggests he collect the tree for Kiyu since she cant after Sam offers to get her flowers, and Kiyu goes "why would you take the tree down?" resonably confused. Sam immediately gangs up on Taurtis like "yeah dude what's wrong with you?" o-okay samuel :/

Okay so Senor Loro isn't the principal? He's the guidance counsellor? I am confushion /ref

Sam tries to give Tori the flowers again despite her already having informed him that he will need them for another class.

I think Taurtis is taking the term "we're all made of the same space dust" a bit too seriously necause now hes saying fish are flowers too

Bell rings it's time for the next class

Taurtis take's Sam's flowers. Good job Taurtis.

You can tell Sam's actually getting annoyed by this lmao

Dom just casually keeps his head in his locker okay dude.

SAM WHY ARE YOU LOOKING THROUGH THE LOCKERS AGAIN YOU NEED TO GO TO CLASS DUMBASS

the bell rings and instead of rushing to class Sam just crouches and slowly walks omg

Okay this teacher is Dr Nurse MD so I'm assuming this will be a medical class?

He calls the student's faces dumb ok ig pop off

okay his name ks actually Jangus Lipperbottom but people call him DrNurseMD. I can see why.

Dr asks the kids to introduce themselves and no one does but Dom who stand on his desk, anounced he's the greatest (ever), then sits back down.

Dr calls Taurtis headphones man. Taurtis tries to introduce himself but Sam keeps interrupting him, so Taurtis makes fun of him in kind.

Dr asks Taurtis to talk abojt his backstory and Sam, in a rare moment of sanity, calls Taurtis aside to remind them that theyre in the witness protection program.

They call the Yakuza the Kazoos and I think thats neat

dr calls sam bun bun man im dead 💀

Sam tries to say he beat up a superhero but everyone bullies him into telling the truth and I just think thats nice :)

okay so this is a health class and now Dr is going to teach them cpr. as someone who knows cpr, I do not think he should teach sam this.

okay so we already have flase information being spread cor does not stand for cinderella prints rain it stands for cardiorespritory pulmination i believe idk its been a month since i learned you expect me to rember this

hes asking for a volunteer okay uhm i guess they dont have cpr dummies and Sam offers Taurtis up.

Okay the teacher says "to make this real im gonna have to choke you out." i am now very concerned.

the teacher then proceeds to teach a very innacurate and not very cpr esque cpr. my eyes are burning.

OF COURSE IT WORKED IM

oh my god now hes having them practice on eachother this terrible

SOMETHING WENT WRONG THEY NEED A DOCTOR HOLY SHIT WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN

oh okay the person is fine but i think the teacher was contemplating running to mexico.

and the video fades out with taurtis saying he doesnt like the school.

[onomonopetabread]

Now i have two blogs to look forward to funny puns from

????????whos my competition?????????

[strwbwoo]

happily ever before ; wen junhui

cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is like the epilogue of first love , mentions of alcohol, can be read by itself , 650 words

the beginning of freshman year, reserved at first glance but under your shell is a bright girl with a carefree attitude.

your phone screen lit up, with now playing : 寂寞号登机口 on your lockscreen, catching your attention slightly before going back to get your desk ready for class before it starts.

as your doing that another distraction comes along, a big hand is waved infront of your face. adjusting your headphones and eyes now on him or more specifically into his own pair of simple brown eyes, with body language suggesting him to talk he does, “can i sit here?”

given as your eyes skim around the room and somehow there isnt another spot left for him your only answer was, “sure” short, simple, nonchalant sure.

“wen junhui” he says hurriedly as he prepares his own desk with less time given as you did already prepped by now, “yn ln”

✿

new day, same classroom, the same classmate goes, “yn ln”

“wen junhui?” confused on why he said your full name. but he never responds, with a smile on his face as he gets his stuff out for class.

weird.

a week passes by and everyday this happens

“yn ln” “wen junhui” and sometimes small talk after.

✿

your relationship with the classmate further develops when he starts cover the edge of your desk when you bend down to get you pencil.

“be careful” he says still focused on writing the class notes.

and when he brings you banana milk during lunch.

“m’ assumed you forgot your lunch since you came without your lunchbox with the daisy pattern”

and when you do bring lunch, pulls up your sleeve before it gets to your food.

or when your hair is in your way, sliding a hair tie on your desk.

“hurry” is all he whispers once again keeping his focus on notes.

✿

soon after you meet his friends at homecoming, thankful for the friend that invited you to come with them and them ditching you not long after the event started.

hoshi already unstable with slurred speech as if the fruit punch was mixed with alcohol. the outgoing bunch of the 13 boys would have you in a panic if not for jun by your side to reassure you about them and how to handle it.

the disco lights enhanced the way mingyu swayed his limbs as light a flame started playing, suengkwans singing along to very nice with beautiful vocals, and the way jun stared at you with those simple brown eyes as you caught him staring as you two took a break from the group and sat down with a plate of snacks the school provided.

the same brown eyes lit up as moonwalker plays on the speaker, grabbing your wrist with loose grip and letting go as soon as both of you had arrived to the dance floor, only to be pushed into a mosh pit.

a number of people surrounding him yet he smiles all gummy and wide while looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the whole wide world.

✿

seeing jun before class is a rare sight, yet you find him below a cherry blossom trea, all of his attention on you can only assume a peotry book.

“hey jun!” with a smile on your lips.

jun replies back with a casual, “hi yn!”

the sight of jun floods your mind with your moments with him that occupied your mind most, “im sure we are friends at this point so i wanted to ask..” and now infront of the boy now standing up.

“ask away” as he matches your smile.

“every morning in class you always say my name. why is that?”

the first time you catch his cheeks pink and pretty as he everted his eyes to the blossoms that no longer sit on the tree branches but the grass instead.

jun confessing, “i like how you say my name..”

mlist - ©scwoupsy 2/9

[dessertteam]

These Halloween Chocolate Cherry Hand Pies are an easy and frightfully fun trea… These Halloween Chocolate Cherry Hand Pies are an easy and frightfully fun treat to enjoy this October! 

[fowlfederluft]

I can't wait to have my own flat or room. Just with my boyfriend, my cat and plants. Many fun plants. I love plants. Oh and I wish for a garden with many trees that bear fruit.

Like apple tree

Pear tree

Cherry trea

I could collect them and gift them to many people

Have a little garden where I also gift the food

I can't wait for my dream :D

Just me and my boyfriend and my cat and my plants

[turtle0verl0rd]

The Paint On Our Skin

Soulmate AU where whatever your soulmate writes on their skin appears on your skin. This applies to makeup, marker, paint, nail polish and I’m also throwing dye into the mix

In this fanfic I follow the headcanon that both Walker and Andi are pansexual, Amber is lesbian, Buffy and Marty are asexual, Jonah is bisexual, and Tyrus is canon king, and bexie ofc. Ambi crush. Gonah and Jandi if you squint hard.

@wandiarts I hope you like it! Happy belated birthday!

Andi had always adored her soulmate, although she didn't truly know them. Ever since a very young age, her soulmate doodled the most fascinating little drawings all up her arm, which made Andi return the favor happily; although Andi always was more of a craft kind of girl. Some doodles faded while others stayed forever, which Andi comprehended her soulmate must have gotten some of them turned into more permanent tattoos, to the utter horror of her grandmother. 

Andi didn't bother with the gender of her soulmate. Everything her soulmate did would give off an aura of intriguing, yet inexplicit, mystery. Her soulmate's doodles were never really gender-specific in any way, however, the presence of makeup across her face and the day her bangs were bleached expressed definite feminity. It made sense to them since Andi always admired their friend Amber in the way that surpassed the lines of platonic feelings, which lasted all the way up until Amber had left for college, where she then found her own soulmate. But if they turned out to be a boy, Andi wouldn't mind either, as she had a fair share of boys she liked too. Boy, girl, something out of the binary, none of it mattered to her. She didn't care who's arms she drew security in, as long as her heart found contentment in them.

"Thinking of your soulmate again Andiman?" Speaking of boys, there was her friend Jonah who smiled at her before sitting down with the company of their other friends: Gus, Cyrus, TJ, Buffy, and Marty. 

"Maybe a little," Andi said sheepishly. "I mean, you all found yours already, why can't I too?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find them soon." Cyrus beamed, holding her hand across the table comfortingly with his free hand, the other locked with TJ's. Cyrus had discovered his soulmate back in middle school when he wrote a reminder on his hand to pick up his order from the bakery and his soulmate met him there. Everybody was ecstatic for the two of them, although Buffy was hesitant at first regarding her teammate and her best friend being soulmates considering she and TJ had such a colorful history. But that was the past and they had since then mended their conflicts; with help of Cyrus' not-so-subtle meddling of course. 

"I mean at least you have a significant other." Buffy quirked an eyebrow with a laugh.

"Hey. You love me and you know it, 11.5." Marty cheered as he nudged Buffy's side.

Now Buffy was a rare case. She did indeed have a soulmate, but not in the typical sense. The doodles on her arm all showed up in gold, which she quickly decided was strange and after doing research discovered she was wound in a situation where her soulmate was drawn to her in a purely platonic sense. At first, she was distraught she would never experience love as Cyrus and Andi would, but she couldn't be any happier with Marty. So what if it wasn't romantic attraction, they loved each other just as strong.

"What got you thinking about your soulmate?" TJ questioned with a furrowing of his eyebrows.

"Well, I mean you guys aren't entirely helping the cause," Andi scoffed playfully with a head tilt to how TJ and Cyrus were cuddled up to each other closely. "They made more drawings today. Usually, that makes me happy but today it just made me miss them in some weird sense." Andi felt a pang in her chest. "Guys, am I going to be okay?" She said in a small voice of worry.

The group wore sympathetic smiles as they nodded, Jonah pulling her into a small side hug beside her. Her almond eyes watery as she wore a sad smile in response.

"You may be weird, but you're no different from any other teen our age, Andi." Buffy smiled at her.

"There's nothing wrong with you, absolutely nothing." Cyrus encouraged, squeezing her hand in assurance.

"Can I see it?" Gus shyly asked with care.

Andi wordlessly pulled up her sleeve to reveal a multitude of swirling colors up her arm. The tips of the swirls resembled miniature hearts. The group exhaled in awe as they gently traced the design with their fingertips.

"Okay, that's really nice." Marty chuckled.

"It's beautiful." Buffy breathed.

"They really are an artist," Jonah affirmed.

"Are you going to draw something back again?" Cyrus asked, not taking his eyes from the painted design.

"I want to, but I'm not sure what. I want it to be special this time." Andi admitted.

Cyrus squealed immediately in response. "Do I sense romance in the air?"

"This isn't a Hallmark movie, Underdog." TJ teased fondly. "But that does kinda give me an idea."

"Oh, that's dangerous," Buffy smirked.

"I'm serious, Driscoll." TJ rolled his eyes. "What if we used the art to communicate?"

Andi beamed at the idea, but then immediately inflated. "How did I not think of that? That's really good, TJ."

TJ smirked cockily. "Well, I mean- look at me."

"I don't get it." Jonah cocked his head in question, which made everyone burst into laughter.

"Good one man." Marty gave Jonah a thumbs up, making Jonah scratch his head.

Later that evening, the trio Cyrus had dubbed the 'Good Hair Crew' laid head to head illuminated by the fairy lights string above them. They were still attempting to brainstorm art ideas which would allow Andi to better know her soulmate. It wasn't the scarcity of ideas that delayed the ordeal, but instead Andi's ability to shoot them down.

"What if you drew two swans in the shape of a heart?" Cyrus proposed.

"Too cheesy." Andi scrunched up her nose.

"How about a Cherry Blossom Tree?" Buffy recommended.

"Too basic." Andi shook her head.

"Is your name with a hearted 'i' out of the question?" Cyrus considered.

Andi hummed. "Too simple."

"Okay, what about you as a cartoon, maybe holding a heart?" Buffy suggested.

"Too hard." Andi sighed.

"Are you sure it has to involve a heart?" Cyrus verified.

Andi groaned as she sat up. "I already told you, it's an unspoken rule the last doodle has to resemble the next."

"Sorry." Cyrus shrunk back into himself as he sat up, the curly hair girl beside him following suit. "We might have to reschedule this affair, if I don't get back soon, Sharon might think I was kidnapped and sent off to China."

"Sayonara, Cyrus," Buffy smirked as she made way for him to pass through the small shack. Although Andi quickly took into account Cyrus' clumsiness and the number of paintbrushes on the floor.

"Wait, Cy-"

It was too late. Cyrus had already stepped directly onto a paintbrush and slipped right into a desk of open paint, splattering paint directly onto the three of them. In most situations, Andi would be upset, but one glance at her friends and they were all bursting into infectious laughter, which somehow evolved into a breakout of a huge paint fight.

By the end of it, the trio was sprawled out, covered head-to-toe in tides of paint and laughing breathlessly in between worn out pants for air.

"We look like walking abstract art." Buffy pointed out in laughter.

"I kinda like it. You know what? I'm not washing it off just yet. TJ's gonna hate me." Cyrus giggled, knowing full well he could pour soup into the boy's lap and he would probably apologize to Cyrus.

"Me neither, Marty can deal with being bootleg C-3PO for awhile."

"Then it's settled." Andi grinned.

Andi had lain on her back, forming constellations in the popcorn on her bedroom ceiling in the dark as she tried to drift off to sleep. It hadn't been too late, but waiting for the paint to dry sure did kill some precious sleeping time. It was at this time Andi noticed cursive on her stomach in a pleasant yellow sharpie, the only place desirable place not covered in paint:

Next time you start a paint war, invite me :) -W

Andi audibly gasped as she reached for the nearest sharpie, a nice shade of Persian blue. Andi giggled as she wrote back on her stomach.

Shadyside Park. Tomorrow at high noon. Be there. -A

She went to cap the marker when a reply from her soulmate came moderately quickly.

I hope you're not kidding because I'm not when I say I will be there -W

Andi squealed as she traced the sentence over and over again. Overwhelmed with glee, she ran to her parents' room.

"MOM! DAD! LOOK!" Andi cheered, lifting her pajama shirt slightly with a radiant smile.

"Oh, Andi! This is amazing!" Her mother, Bex, praised as she read the inscriptions. "I'm so happy for you."

Bowie scratched his head as he asked the question they were all wondering themselves. "’W?’ What could that mean?"

"Bowie, It's probably the kid's name," Bex smirked fondly.

"Or maybe... it means something else."

"I doubt that." 

"If it helps any, I don't think I ever would have written them if Cyrus didn't spill my paints everywhere." Andi wondered aloud. Everyone glanced at each other with a glimmer in their eyes.

"The universe!" They all cheered in unison, pulled each other into a laughter-filled hug.

Andi stood in the park that following afternoon. She was starting to wonder if coming to the park in the middle of a school day was the best idea, but nonetheless there she stood, drumming her nervous nails against her side. Her soulmate had the same thought of painting their nails the color of Andi's sharpie color, so her right hand was mustard yellow while her left was the Persian blue she drew in.

Cyrus and Buffy were through the roof when Andi told them about how she and her soulmate were going to have their First Moment together, and as much as they were disappointed they couldn't be there for it, they understood how momentous this was. A First Moment was special. A First Moment was something you told your children. A First Moment was a memory you treasured in your heart up until the day you died. Andi heard her parent's own First Moment so many times she could probably relay the story in her sleep.

Andi looked up from her nails to lock eyes with a young boy standing a bit of distance away. She gasped as she noticed his bleached hair, just like hers, and the flood of painted color all across his skin. It was him, it was her soulmate.

Andi's eyes furiously searched to memorize every last stroke of color in the boy's eyes, brown suddenly never being the same, every shade suddenly bringing her a raw sense of belonging, like a home she felt she always knew.

"Hi." She breathed, her lungs feeling as if they were falling from her body.

"Hey." The boy responded, drawing closer to her. "I'm Walker."

"Andi." She blinked, delicately shaking his hand in greeting as electricity sounded through her fingertips, needing to be closer to him. 

He stepped closer to her and her eyes fluttered as she felt his warm, tingling breathes, although it could have easily been the growing blush upon her cheeks. And then, she felt a streak of wet and cold on her cheek. 

She gaped as she saw Walker's amused smile before her, paintbrush in hand and a dash of lime green on his cheek, right where she felt the sensation. She quickly grabbed her own brush with a giggle. "I thought we were having a moment there!"

"Who said we weren't?" Walker countered as he leaned back to try and dodge Andi's attack of color.

"You're not wrong." Andi nodded as they continued to dance around each other and laugh as they spread color onto each other. 

At one point as Andi tried to run away from Walker after an especially devastating streak of violet down his nose, her foot hooked around Walker's causing her to lose her footing and sink towards the grass. Instinctively, Walker reached out to scoop an arm around the valley of her back and pull her closer to him. "I got you, you're safe."

"I know." Andi melted, feeling like the entire world faded away as she looked up at Walker's face framed by the low sunlight. Every minuscule freckle and scar like the starry night sky and a halo of light around Walker's long eyelashes. 

Andi pushed herself closer to Walker, rubbing her nose against his and wrapping her arms around his sturdy neck as she pressed her lips to his. 

Walker reached out with his other hand to cup the side of her jaw as he kissed her back with tenderness, yet security. Andi wanted to describe the feeling but the only words she could draw was finally.

Andi smiled against Walkers lips as she felt her heart soar within it's home in her chest, for it knew the joyous news that her soul had found the one she loves, and will forever continue to love. By every new breath in her lungs, she fully understood this would be the love that lasted a lifetime. By just the feeling of Walker's hair within her fingertips, she securely knew her love for him would extend even after the day the sun died out and it would illuminate the heavens across all of space; just like a star after years of its perishing. The feeling of the paint on their skin stood as a constant reminder of that day and the long-awaited eternity she could have only seen before in her wildest of dreams. 

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Kondo Dad Jokes

Kondo: What is Itou’s favorite fruit?

Hijikata: What?

Kondo: Trea-cherry.

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Trea Turner emerging as valuable asset to Dodgers' World Series quest

Trea Turner emerging as valuable asset to Dodgers’ World Series quest

When the Dodgers and Washington Nationals finalized their blockbuster trade-deadline deal in July, Trea Turner’s inclusion felt like an added bonus. Max Scherzer, after all, was treated like the prize asset; the future Hall of Famer who filled the Dodgers’ biggest need at the top of the rotation. Turner, on the other hand, was the cherry on top; a first-time All-Star who added depth to an already…

[study-sakura-blog]

10/29/2017 - 64/115 Days in a Semester of Productivity

Today is my 21st! Pictured are some of my favorite gifts; a cherry blossom snow globe from the Smithsonian, a blouse, a scarf, and a silver/gold Claddagh ring to replace my all-silver one. Not pictured: A Trea Turner autographed baseball because he is my favorite player <3 Hope you’ve enjoyed your weekends!

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These Halloween Chocolate Cherry Hand Pies are an easy and frightfully fun trea… These Halloween Chocolate Cherry Hand Pies are a straightforward and frightfully enjoyable deal with to take pleasure in this October! 

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So Quick, Bright Things Come to Confusion (Chapter 3)

Title: So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion Author: shackalacklargebottom AU: college theatre!AU Length: 1,635/5,115 words, chapter 3/??

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“...and now we’ll be discussing techniques to determine appropriate curriculum…”

Remus looks to Lily, who looks to Remus, who looks to Lily. There are less than a child’s-handful of students left in the quickly-emptying amphitheatre; Dr. Binns seems to have forgotten that class is over at 5:30.

Lily nods once, decisively, then slowly and carefully slips on her backpack and stands. Remus checks his watch (5:42), slides his notes into his messenger bag, and follows suit. Together, they seep toward the back of the classroom. Binns drones on.

Blessed, the door doesn’t creak on the way out.

“...and now we’ll be discussing techniques to determine appropriate curriculum…”

Remus looks to Lily, who looks to Remus, who looks to Lily. There are less than a child’s-handful of students left in the quickly-emptying amphitheatre; Dr. Binns seems to have forgotten that class is over at 5:30.

Lily nods once, decisively, then slowly and carefully slips on her backpack and stands. Remus checks his watch (5:42), slides his notes into his messenger bag, and follows suit. Together, they seep toward the back of the classroom. Binns drones on.

Blessed, the door doesn’t creak on the way out.

Remus sighs explosively. Lily folds in half, laughing until her breath is gone.

“Do you think he even noticed?” she says, wiping away tears.

“He does this every week,” Remus says, kneading from his jaw to his temple with the heel of his hand, remembering with a tremble of nerves that he’d wanted to shave this morning before-

“Heading to rehearsal right now?” Lily grins. Remus nods, hoping he hasn’t come across like a gulping fish. Lily smiles in earnest and squeezes his arm. “Don’t be nervous,” she says, “Flitwick wouldn’t have cast you if he didn’t see something he really liked.” Remus follows her out of the building, fumbling surreptitiously with the script in his bag, thumbing along the spine to reassure himself that both he and it still exist.

They make their way to the rehearsal room across campus, where Andromeda meets them at the door.

“Evening, have a seat, we’re starting shortly,” she says, with the weary rehearsedness of someone who’s already been working for hours and will likely still be working after everyone else leaves. One long table has been pulled to the center of the room, with Flitwick armed with his script at the head. A few of the cast members are scattered on odd sides. Surprisingly, James and Sirius are already here; Sirius, chatting idly with Kingsley Shacklebolt, to his left, and James across, who snaps to attention when he realizes Lily has walked through the door. He says nothing, but the aura of hopefulness burning from him and spilling onto the invitingly empty seat next to him practically melts Remus’ eyebrows off. Lily summarily ignores him and purposefully dumps her belongings in the seat next to Flitwick. James wilts, glowering at Remus.

Remus takes the seat next to Sirius, who murmurs “Alright there, Moons? Binns keep you hostage again?”

“Every time,” Remus moans, surprised that Sirius remembered his schedule. Rummaging, Sirius pulls a small, misshapen package out of his backpack.

“Here,” he hands it to Remus, “figured you wouldn’t have time to get home in between, and no one in their right mind would brave the dining hall,” and Remus unwraps a moderately well-constructed peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. Touched as he is, he figures the best way to show Sirius his thanks is by wolfing the gift as fast as he can.

“F’anks,” says Remus, around a mouthful of peanut butter. Sirius smiles tightly.

The table has filled by now. Remus surmises that the blonde-coiffed boy to his right must be a freshman, as his ID (bearing the name Gilderoy Lockhart) still hangs from the standard issue lanyard around his neck. Across from Sirius, a group of girls has taken up residence by dragging their chairs into a circle and whispering conspiratorially together.

“Alright, everyone, it’s six, so let’s get going,” Andromeda says crisply, taking her seat opposite Lily, next to Flitwick.

“Welcome, welcome, everyone, I’m so glad to see you all!” squeaks Flitwick, snapping his script shut for effect. “I believe this show is going to be simply magnificent! That is,” he says, “as long as we all work hard and dedicate ourselves.” Remus watches Andromeda scribbling madly in her notebook and wonders what about those two sentences could possibly have been so earth-shatteringly important. “For tonight,” Flitwick continues, “we’re simply going to read through, and I might dismiss everyone to do some table work with our Lovers, but to begin with, why don’t we all make sure everyone’s acquainted with each other? Some introductions?”

The group knows better than to groan collectively aloud, but Remus feels nearly everyone shift in unison.

Lily goes first, announcing her name and Education major with a shake of her copper hair. She’s followed by Frank Longbottom, a square-faced, serious biology student that Remus seems to remember from freshman orientation. The table follow suit, Remus managing not to forget his name or major when his turn comes, and finally arriving at…

“Peter Pettigrew!” squeaks Peter, bursting in late, to a cluck of disapproval from Andromeda. “Sorry, sorry, class was late…”

Remus feels Sirius’ chuckle at the juncture where their sleeves touch.

“Excellent, excellent,” Flitwick says, “and now on to the really exciting stuff! Andie, would you read stage directions, thank you.”

Andromeda complies, opening her script and intoning, “Scene one, Athens, the palace of Theseus.”

The rumbling and melodic voices of Kingsley and Cressida intertwine, as Theseus and Hippolyta discuss their upcoming wedding. Remus furtively licks a minuscule gob of jelly off the side of his hand.

For the most part, he keeps his nose buried in his script, listening contentedly as voices pop up from various sections of the table and color the room. Lily is, of course, already familiar with the archaic language, ere’s and -eth’s falling from her tongue like magic. Remus is pleasantly surprised to hear a wash of tenderness from James, as Lysander comments on the smoothness of the course of love, though Remus chalks that tenderness up to James not having the foggiest idea what the word “avouch” means, and treading carefully over the lines.

The mechanicals come next, with the blonde freshman Lockhart drawing an impressive number of laughs with his Bottom, and Thisbe, and lion’s roar. Then Peter’s up, with a wink to Remus, who nearly swallows his own Adam’s apple oh God oh God we’re next.

He feels himself speaking, and Peter’s certainly answering, so he can’t have misstepped too far yet. Peter’s fairy asks if he is that knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow, which is definitely Remus, and Puck answers, with Remus trying to wring as much mischief out of his voice as he can muster.

“Nicely done, Moony,” Sirius whispers, once the pages have flipped and Kingsley and Cressida are up again, “although I’d be happy to give you some knavery lessons in the future. God knows you need them.”

“Hush,” smiles Remus, interjecting his acquiescence to Kingsley’s Oberon where appropriate.

The read continues, through the Lovers crossing again and again in the wood, through the Fairy songs, and through the Mechanicals’ bumbling rehearsals. Every so often, Andromeda inserts a stage direction into the ebb and flow of voices, her brisk manner like an accentuating symbol crash in an orchestral movement. Remus plays his own part, anointing the Lovers and Titania with the magical flower that causes love at first sight, and finds the more and more he speaks, the less he wants to projectile vomit. He even, to his slight concern, finds himself having fun.

On Remus’ left, Sirius casually flips the page and enters a scene, with Demetrius having awakened in love with Marlene’s Helena. Remus feels anticipatory bristling, something about Sirius shifts, and he begins:

“O! Helena! Goddess, nymph, divine!”

Remus stomach flips. Sirius’ voice bleeds sincerity as he continues, comparing Helena’s lips to cherries in snow, and he keeps locking Marlene in a lovestruck gaze over the edge of his script book. Sirius even slides his hand across the table to take Marlene’s, begging O, let me kiss this princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!, and Remus swears he can feel the back of his own hand burning.

The scene continues, but Remus’ place is lost. He watches James and Sirius bash heads as Demetrius and Lysander, wondering if this is the first time the two have ever fought, and tries to ignore the moth flutters in his chest when Sirius’ dark hair tumbles into his face as he feigns rage.

The Lovers quarrel, the Fairies meddle, and the Mechanicals perform throughout the rest of the read. It feels like years and only seconds since they’ve started, so Remus isn’t sure what time it is when Andromeda finally calls for a stop.

“Alright, everyone, that’s the end! Lovers, you can take a ten. Everyone else, great work, we’ll see you tomorrow. You’re dismissed.”

Remus flashes James and Sirius a quick thumbs up before his legs carry him home. He is briefly aware of Peter beside him, twirling his keys around and occasionally whapping himself with them while he chatters.

Peter and Remus hold down the fort as well as they can, but it’s nearly ten by the time James and Sirius come through the door. Remus, showered, shirtless, and exhausted, watches as they both collapse unceremoniously, Sirius to the futon, James to the floor.

“Went well?” says Peter sarcastically from the kitchen. James and Sirius moan pitifully into the cushions and carpet.

James rolls over, a plank, eyes wide and vacant. “D’you… d’you think he’ll actually make me kiss Evans?” he says, voice trembling.

Remus is bewildered. “Is that not what you want?” he treads, carefully. “You haven’t shut up about wanting to snog her since freshman year.”

“Well, yeah, but. Never reckoned I’d actually get the opportunity,” James says, looking queasier by the millisecond.

“S’pose if you do, that means I’m snogging Marlene,” says Sirius thoughtfully. Remus allows the image of Sirius and Marlene kissing to float through his mind for one brief instant before boxing it up and stacking several other, less unpleasant concepts on top.

No kisses for plain old Puck, Remus thinks, I really should shave, glancing to Sirius, and then, oddly, the course of true love never did run smooth.