#coffee crisp. smh

[garaks-padded-bra]

TRICK OR TREAT LUCA WHATS THE BEST CANDY BAR

whatever your answer is its gonna be wrong because the best one is COFFEE CRISP

Answering this late on purpose just because you pissed me off so bad. Dairy Milk WholeNut is the correct answer but only if you buy it in Ireland cuz i got a dairy milk in california once and it tasted like you guys electrocute your cows. I am a big chocolate head but I also have a disease where I can't eat chocolate without having a cup of tea or my body rejects it like a transplanted lung. Feel free to rb with ur own takes btw lads

[darkbluekies]

Blue, do you have any facts about any of your characters that you'd like to share. Habits, thoughts, info, etc. Basically anything. This is your opportunity to info dump lol (if ya wanna ;3)

(I'm new here btw, love your work)

🥀anon~

Warnings: murder, suggestive indications,

Silas:

— gets clingy/horny/vulnerable when drunk

— is a good cook

— barely has ant contact with his parents

— likes children (not in a creepy way smh)

— he can't keep his hands off of you normally (imagine when he's drunk) and loves to hold you close to him

— he gets jealous really, really easily and can't control himself when he does get jealous

— loves to mark you up, because ... jealousy and possessiveness

— a bit of a husky voice, a bit deeper, a bit of a Greek accent, crisp voice.

— nationality: greek

— age: Around 35-38, birthday season: late fall

— has to work out a lot to keep his muscles (googled the different types and he resembles a ripped/athletic build) so he drinks more protein shakes than he'd admit

— height: around 185 cm

Dr Kry

— secretly wants to become an author

— he's an only child

— grew up in a very strict household

— he's amazing at turning on/off his feelings and act professional unless it's you

— frowns often

— a honey smooth voice, not very light, not very deep. Clear pronounciation

— was the smartest kid in his class

— age: 33-36, birthday season: winter

— never cries

— nationality: swedish

— he doesn't eat much, mostly chicken in all forms, but drinks a lot of coffee (he has a caffein addiction)

— has a habit of finishing your sentences when you don't want to talk

— height: around 186 cm

King Edmund

— his parents were murdered when he was around 16 which made him the youngest king in their history

— gets someone to taste test the food the two of you eat to make sure no one has poisoned it

— has a sword with your name ingraved in it

— powerful, dominating voice, when he speaks it sends shivers down everyone's spines. He almost always sounds "angry", but he can force it down to a sweet mumble when he's with you.

— age: around 19, birthday season: early summer

— nationality: his own kingdom BUT if he had a real nationality, it would be most likely German

— you're the only one he's nice to, but he's a big fan of discipline and will correct you if you do something he isn't liking

— he doesn't feel much regret or empathy when doing something bad, since he's the king and gotten to do everything he wants, he hasn't developed a lot of those kind of emotions

— height: around 180 cm

Jerry:

— likes tattooes, probably has one inspired by you

— trains boxing

— she likes night views, for an example sitting on a roof top to watch the city lights or sitting on a dock to hear the waves late at night

— quite a strong, clear voice, not very raspy, but a little husky every now and then

— age: 24, birthday season: late spring

— she wishes that she could let her guard down with you, but thanks to everything she's been through during the years, she can't let herself

— nationality: korean

— she's the type to go: "you're great sweetie" without looking at what you're doing.

—jerry loves alcohol and melts inside when you get her favorite beer for her

— she watches over you when you sleep and doesn't let anyone come close to you when you're that vulnerable

— will mock you if you say you like something, but then it'll mysteriously appear in your bedroom in large amounts

— height: around 157 cm

Hedwig:

— her voice is sweet like honey, very feminine and delicate!!

— age: around 18-19, birthday season: late summer

— BIGGEST sweettooth, she loves everyhting sweet

— wants an idyllic family life

— nationality: british

— dream job: model

— a big fan of photographing ... you

— hedwig loves to spoil you, you'll always have new clothes, perfumes, jewelry, books, etc etc

— clingiest motherfucker you'll ever meet

— LOVES to show you off

— doesn't like horror movies and if you force her to watch one she'll hide under your shirt every time she gets scared

— always smiles when you talk to her

— height: around 165 cm

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Showing all the chocolate flavors they got in this store:

Here’s the original:

Then we got:

- Black salt liquorice

- Dream crisp

- Fruit and almond

- Sea salt

- Oreo

- Fudge and sea salt

- Orange crouqante

- Mint crouqante

- Cookie dough

- Salt almonds

- Pistachio

- Whole nut

- Schweizer nut

- Popcorn (I actually really like this one would recommend)

- Liquorice, raspberry and caramel

Then they got all these ”other chocolates mixed with marabou”

And then finally, their ”NEW!” chocolate

”Movie night” which means coffee and digestive biscuits…

Ok i guess

side note but there were three kids who went inside the store with their electric scooters and I feel like… didn’t you learn to KEEP THEM OUTSIDE ?? If I was their age I would know to leave them outside smh. Ok maybe they’re afraid they get stolen but STILL…

[savoies]

Hold on hold on I’m confused….ARE YOU IN EDMONTON??? WATCHING THE BOYS??? OUR BOYS??!!!!!!

NO OH MY GOD I WISH.

my friend actually went to the game!

[lesbian-in-leather]

Rules: Choose what you prefer then tag people

Thanks for the tag @morriagana !!

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter (only because I've never seen halloweentown) vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be autumn 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate.

I couldn't do some of them at all because I'm english and neither of those the options are things we do / have here lmao (a couple of the others also had things I've only seen in films or just two things I don't like but I did my best)

Obviously no pressure but I'm tagging @swanqueensalad @fangingout @chaotic-bisexual-dumbass @downton-not-downtown-smh and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[zhowongli]

hello! i started a new thread because the other one (+ this one) got really long, so sorry! but i guess this is my love letters to you guys because you’ve made my tumblr experience so, so much better && i’m grateful for all of you guys + all of my mutuals and followers!!

first of all, @himawari-senpaii thank you so so much for your kind words! meggi, i love your sunflower motif because it suits you so well! sunflowers make me smile whenever i see them, and it really brings me so much joy to see you on my dash/notifs. your tags are always so fun and sweet. thank you for tagging me in this 🥺 

@animoozies connie, where do i even start? you were my very, very first tumblr mutual on this account! i’m so thankful you reached out to me before, and you’re still checking up on me even now. words can’t describe how much i adore you + how appreciative of you! when i see you on my dash with your stories, i always end up cackling because you’re so fun. idk how you do it working all those hours + going to nursing school, but you is a mf boss ass queen!!

@hoekaashi ash, my queen!! my tag for you is my day is blessed because ash ✨exists✨ because that’s honestly how i feel about you. i am truly blessed with your kindness, your humor, your friendship, you. thank you for always keeping me company through our struggles in pharmacy school! you are one of the realest people i know, and i feel so honored that you always send me random kenma pics & fics you think i’d like 🥺

@kanao annette, the other half of my soul, my whole heart, my literal soul sister. you are one of the biggest blessings i’ve received this year, and i honestly don’t know where i would be without you listening to my dumb shit and supporting me through all my mess LOL. thank you for validating me all the time, even if it’s just stupid stuff like enabling me to buy all the random stuff that i’ve been thinking about LMAO. i love how we are always ✨speaking✨ and  ✨manifesting✨ good things in our futures together. i literally feel like i can talk about any and everything with you, and i love that about us 🥺 i am manifesting that beach vacation 2021 for us, okay!!! 💖

@sapphitedreams leo, my cutest menace in the kitchen 💖 thank you for reaching out to me when i was too shy to reach out to you uuuu. you’re such a chaotic calm in my life, and i love your energy. i am constantly in awe with how adorable, supportive, and creative you are! even though you bully me sometimes and only make things for characters’ birthdays, you are so so talented and it floors me every time i see your creations because they are so amazing idk how they’re real. i hope you are able to get some rest even if you have to work during your break (& i hope you don’t accidentally fall during work anymore smh HAHAH)!

@onefortyninecm danielle!! my love!! i know i mention this before, but i am always so so inspired by you. you’re so tiny, but you have such a big heart and soul. you’re so beautiful inside and out + your humor is god tier. i’m so glad you were the very first person i’ve ever commissioned from (& spiraled me into comissioning indulgent kenma art HAHAHA), and i’m still amazed by your talent and kindness every time you post something new omg. i still can’t believe you DREW ON YOUR PHONE what the heck!! you’re so talented it’s crazy HAHA. i’m always thinking fondly of you + dandy wedding in a pumpkin patch 2021, okay thanks. 

@p-irozhki rissa!! i am so blessed with all the gifs you create and all your content on my dash! whenever i think of you, i think about all the smol icons you use because to me, you = cuteness = i wanna hug you so much!!! i think i already said it, but i’m always so thankful when you read all my self-indulgent fanfics and leave kind comments on them 😭 thank you for culturing me about mangoes HAHAHA. there’s never a bad time with you, and i’m thankful we got to meet this year!

@hoshino-a lena lena! you actually have so much bde that i am in constant awe by you. you are such a baddie & i have this like clear imagine in my head of you with crisp and clean vibes + the skies from your pfp on discord, hehe. i love you and all your brain rots about your exes. at this point, every time i see semi, my first thought is “ah it’s lena’s ex” and whenever i hear some sad song, i would be like “omg it’s lena ab her ex semi eita” LMFAOIOAGJDLA. i love talking to you because your energy is just immaculate + i just love your presence 💖 also please get some sleep because do you even sleep �� 

@myelocin nic!! you’ve painted my world in so many iridescent shade so life, i can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. you works are just so beautiful so imagine how much i shrieked when i saw you followed me LMFAOOADIGDALJ i love that your blog is your safe space because it has become a place of comfort for me as well (and i’m going to miss you so much when you leave 😭😭). your makki brain rot is so strong, and sometimes i think about makki and you making dinner and teasing each other and throwing flour at each other or something idk. this is nic’s world now and we are all living in it tbh. 

@tsu-kiss nina!! you are someone i find such comfort in. i’m not really sure if that even makes sense LOL. but your blog and you are a source of comfort for me. in my head, you have such an older sister vibe even though i’m older than you LMAOOADGHDAKJ. i hope life is treating you well because you deserve all the best!! seeing you thrive makes my heart so full 🥺 i love you so much!!

@souheii lisa!! i kid you not, the first time you dropped an ask in my ask box, my heart skipped a beat because you told me you love me and i love you and you are so cute and i cri!!!! i know we don’t talk often, but every time i see you on my dash or in my notifs or when we do talk, it’s like a little shot of serotonin every time :”) thank you for being such a lovely human being mrs. iwaizumi hajime, 27, althetic trainer😭

@ultkags​ cas!! my first child 💖 i know you’re on a hiatus right now because school really, really sucks BUT you are seriously one of my biggest blessings. you are literally my ray of sunshine because every time i talk to you, i gain so much warmth and energy from you. every time i see your edits, it absolutely AMAZES me because i literally don’t know how i am able to see all your edits FOR FREE?? all your thoughts behind the composition and symbolism for each piece is CRAZY. please remember that i’m always your biggest fan + i love you so so much. please take care and remember to drink water and get some rest!! your grandma is always here to send you love + forehead kisses because this grandma can’t bake :(

@u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum​ ree!! hi, i know we’ve only started talking recently but i love how open and warm you are. our love was so strong that even tumblr tried to stop us 😭 conversations with you are always so easy and lovely, and you are just such a cool person!? i love reading all your thoughts (& i can’t wait to dive into your masterlist after school ends because we live for fluffy tsumu content 😭). i’m not sure why you even follow me, but i adore you so much!!

@neonghxst​ el, where do i even begin!! you are such a lovely person, and i literally have no other words to say because you always leave me speechless. your writing is so so gorgeous, and you are so so beautiful. i love reading all your stories because they truly leave an everlasting impact on me, and i love reading your interactions + just seeing you on my dash. you are so thoughtful, and you take care of everyone around you so well. i hope that you are also giving yourself the same treatment because you deserve all the best as well! remember to drink water in between your coffees and get some rest as you go into your final 2 weeks of the semester!! 

@und3lla​ maliha! hi love! i know we haven’t spoken much or in a while, but i really do always think of you randomly. you were one of the first mutuals i made && you are such a sweet soul. i love how every time we talk, it really fills me up with happiness. thank you for just being such a lovely person && you truly are one of the softest people i’ve met. thank you <3

@deadontheinsidebut angel, my dumb ham, my queen, my hoe (heaven on earth), my everything. i know you are also on a semi-hiatus right now because everything that’s going on, but i hope you are properly taking care of yourself >:( i’m always here to remind you to drink some water in between your coffees and teas and to GET SOME REST. you are so so driven, and i really admire how open and friendly you are. you truly are your namesake because you are literally an angel, and i always feel so blessed to be in your presence (even if you bully me sometimes for being a boomer 😔). words can’t describe how much i love you and care about you && i hope that you are able to find what you’re looking for during your break! 💖

@rumprich​ ananya! hello! i am so thankful to see you and all your content on my dash. you have so much creativity, and all your edits are so aesthetically pleasing to look at? like it’s so light + pretty!! i’m so so grateful that we are mutuals somehow because ahhh i really don’t deserve you. you are so adorable, and i truly am blessed to see your presence! 

@yuki-souma​ vee! i know we only started talking very very recently, but you are so much fun to talk to! i love how diverse our conversations are, and i love that we have similar favorites, and even when we don’t, it’s always a fun conversation that i look forward to! i love how open and inviting you are, and i’m really grateful that we are mutuals + i love and appreciate you so so much! 

@owlywrites​ owly! hello! you are seriously one of the most supportive souls i’ve met on this website. your kindness and drive to learn always leaves me speechless because you’re so amazing. thank you for being so kind to me, and i hope you extend that same kindness to yourself! don’t be so hard on yourself and remember to take breaks and take care too. you are such a beautiful soul, and i hope you’ll remember that i’m always here to support you!! 

@graphicstills-in-motion hi arianne! thank you so so much for always being so kind to me. i don’t know what i did in life to deserve you, but i must have done something right to have someone so kind like you in my life! thank you for being such a sweet soul + always boosting everyone around you up. your kindness is definitely contagious! i love seeing your edits and reading our conversations because there are always so many thoughts put in. thank you <3

@applepienation​ justine! thank you so much for always checking in on me whenever i post random shit on my dash. i really do appreciate you and all that you do for not just me, but also for everyone around you. you are such a ray of sunshine, and i’m so thankful that you’re in my life! i know uni is crazy for you right now, but i hope you’re still taking time to take care of yourself! sending you lots of love and positive energy!!

@touyax​ drake! hi love. i absolutely LIVE for your tags LMAOOADJGALD. they are literally my thoughts but you just typed them out HAHAH. i’m so thankful that i get to see your beautiful content on my dash, and i’m always in awe by all your edits! thank you for always being such a fun person + never leaving me feeling like a fool whenever i post ask games LOL. i love and appreciate you so much! 💖

@kagehjna​ ilayda! my kagehina supplier 🥺🥺 i love seeing your presence on my dash because you truly post all the best things! you are such a lovely person + i love reading your tags HAHA. you are truly a joy and we will definitely have matching kagehina icons one day okay 😭😭 12/7 is finally here/coming SO I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!! thank you for always blessing me <3

@sadaharus hi mei! you are literally the definition of softness to me. all your content and edits are just so soft and beautiful, and i love seeing everything you post. you are my main gintama supplier HAHA. i really appreciate how kind you are + how you’re always so sweet to me. 🥺 i know it’s kinda funny how i started following you because of a random ask game, but i’m so so glad i did because i always feel so thankful you’re here! 

@fake-charliebrown charlie! my little sprout babie!! i have so much admiration for you because you have so so much talent! your style is so distinctive, and i love that!! it’s so soft + vibey, and i’m honestly so so amazed by it all. not to mention, you have the best haikyuu thoughts! thank you for sharing all of that with me! i’m thankful for you, thank you <3

@itachihaa​ ay! my froggy princess 🥺 thank you for always being so kind to me + having the patience to deal with how slow i am to responding!! i’m really appreciative of you always because you make/have so much beautiful content and you are so so sweet as well!? and the way you call me miss starlight 🥺 that makes me so soft like!! uuu i love you. 

@stardust-make-a-wish​ star! you are so so adorable!! i LOVE reading your tags because they make me feel so fuzzy and soft but also relatable HAHA. your presence is such a joy + thank you for always interacting with me even though i just spam random stuff LMAO. i love how thoughtful your answers are + how much you love cake/sweets (very suiting because you are so sweet 🥺). thank you for being interested in me even though i am the one asking you questions! 

@karasu-hoes​ daisy! hello! i have so much admiration for you because you have so much creativity and kindness! like your events are so cool and unique + your writing is so beautiful! i love reading your feral thoughts + all your work. i also really love reading your witching hours!!! thank you for blessing me with you 🥺 you are always so kind + i love how much you care about your friends and the people around you. i hope you’re taking care while renewing your teaching certifications! 💖

@frailuta nico! hello love! i know we haven’t really spoken before, but i just want to know i love you so much. you make the most beautiful gifs + i truly am in awe every time you post something. life is tough sometimes, but you are tougher! sending so so much love and positive energy to you + please remember to take care! <3

to all my mutuals and followers: thank you so so much for sticking with me and my mess of a blog. i honestly don’t really contribute much to anything, but i’m so thankful you guys are still here! thank you, thank you, thank you! i love and appreciate all of you guys + my ask box/messages are always open if you want/need someone to talk to 💖 thinking fondly of everyone today + so much love to you guys mwah mwah!

[ecritverite]

▌ REAL NAME:   peter maddox woods (though perry is the only one who calls him peter most of the time)

▌SINGLE OR TAKEN:   with the exception of a few girlfriends in his high school years that didn’t last more than a few weeks, he’s single till 1967 when he meets the lovely photographer, perry marchand @voirverite

▌ABILITIES OR POWERS:   scathing wit, a wicked sense of humour given a place to thrive, and a tendency to know how situations are going to go before they happen.

( ...and here is where i am cutting this off to read more so yall don’t have a huge post on your dash and can choose to read at ur own will... )

▌EYE COLOR:   a very pale blue that often looks grey until he’s in deeply saturated golden hour sunlight or by the sea, in which case his eyes look almost cerulean.

▌HAIR COLOR:   an irish blooded dark brown, nearing black. starts to streak like salt and pepper in his late thirties and eventually goes silver by his mid-late forties.

▌FAMILY MEMBERS:   mother and father, both estranged and woods bears very little resemblance to them in myriad ways, and a lesbian cottagecore-esque aunt who woods is cut off contact from at a young age and doesn’t reconnect with until later in his adulthood.

▌PETS:   an irish wolfhound named boris, gifted to him and perry by musician mark crowe, and a dalmatian named marlene, also gifted to the couple by a luxuriously-living friend who can spend that kind of money on a dog...

▌SOMETHING THEY DON’T LIKE:   insanely entitled fans — he’s dealt with a few too many in his life and their attitude turns him sour. sometimes i think woods ends up being far too judgemental of people due to his job experience but this eventually wears off by the eighties when he’s gone through a period of development and isn’t working as a roadie any longer. also, touring.

▌HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES:   ... touring... (it’s a love/hate relationship), writing at odd hours of the night, birdwatching, smoking pipes, visiting bookstores, reading clever literature that sometimes includes funny children’s books, movie nights with perry, drinking coffee, driving on open road at night, rugby & american football (but only if he’s playing it, otherwise he doesn’t give a shit), browsing car catalogues, boating, when he has more time off there are brief stints where i believe he’d be into making little plane and car models, painting flowers.

▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE:   he’s got more than one story about how in football he’d accidentally broken an opponent player’s nose or knocked the wind completely out of someone - and at the first school he transferred to in america, he ended up brawling with other boys all the time smh (though, i must add, he never started the fights)

▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE:   hell no. woods would cry before he did smth like that

▌ANIMAL THAT REPRESENTS THEM:   definitely wolf-like in how he dutiful he is: he recognises he is an important part of his ‘pack’ (the band) and values his position as such. he’s private, fiercely loyal, and more afraid of a stranger than they are of him. but he also has a really warm, loving side that is actually somewhat paternal and nurturing and can also be very playful with those he loves and holds close. but if you asked anyone else, i’m sure they’d see him as a bear - for many reasons lmao

▌WORST HABITS:   his propensity for drinking too much coffee, the way he can wear his thoughts on his face too much when it comes to irritation, foregoing pitstops if he possibly can when it comes to a tight tour schedule, underestimating himself, sometimes he can be a little overcautious when his anxiety is bubbling, his nitpicking when it comes to tidiness - especially ‘keeping the bus clean’.

▌ROLE MODELS:   tbh perry, his aunt, scott halpritt, frank o’hara, tolkien, perhaps a teacher from his past, and i think he’d really dig rob halford... 

▌SEXUAL ORIENTATION:    gay as gay can be...

▌THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE/KIDS:   marriage: he believes that if he’s to marry someone it’s perry and eventually i think they would have a ceremony of their own for fun but make it official as soon as it’s legal and they’d do it for benefits with their own twist. but kids? no sirree. he helps perry babysit friends’ children but his only involvement with younger people is when he becomes a visiting lecturer at high schools and does consulting prof stuff at community colleges.

▌FEARS:   suburbia... there’s just something about the sameness of the white upper middle class and their family ‘fronts’, especially in america, that irks him. he also has always had the fear that he would never be loved, truly, but finds he is quite wrong in that assumption.

▌STYLE PREFERENCES:    in youth his style is pretty conservative with the small expressional flare in the form of colour. through life he tends to lean towards mod-like fashion in three piece suits, turtlenecks, stripes, and solid primary colours of various tints and shades. however, while working on tour, he can be found in athletic-fitting tshirts (sometimes band merch or a black shirt with STAFF in white lettering) and comfortable working levis. he loves boots and some fine clothes, and takes special care in selecting elements that compliment through colour. occasionally, he embellishes with modest gold jewellery. leather is good too - especially in the 80s.. catch him with those leather jackets. and at least once in the 60s he had a pair of red leather trousers.

▌SOMEONE THEY LOVE:   all the people he considers pupils.

▌APPROACH TO FRIENDSHIPS:   he commonly waits for people to approach him - if he knows they’re interested in talking to him, he’ll spare his time, but he’s used to being sweet-talked for access to backstage. if he wants to befriend someone, he’s often too unsure, and if forced to confront, he’ll employ humour and be extra vigilant about his external impression due to anxiety.

▌THOUGHTS ON PIE:   he’s english... pies are life. especially if they’re meat pies... put that shit on toast just like them beans and crisps

▌FAVORITE DRINK:  sherry, vodka lemonades, black coffee, or yorkshire tea with a bit of cream... eventually he develops a taste for herbal teas when he has to wean himself off the caffeine.

▌FAVORITE PLACE TO SPEND TIME AT:  working on his car or his boat - don’t bother woods when he’s on his boat. or in the bath...

▌SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN:   ocean — he’s drawn to any large body of water, but there’s something about the tide he really enjoys.

▌THEIR TYPE:   thicker, shorter men with just enough build to show they’re a little physically active, anyone who has soft and understanding eyes, and those who are responsible but not so restrained and austere that they don’t know how to have a good time. he loves when a person can make him laugh, too.

▌CAMPING OR INDOORS:  woods prefers staying indoors but when it comes to camping, he’s no spring chicken and can set up a tent and a fire within the hour that you touch down. if you were on a survival show, you’d want to have woods on your team with his background.

tagged by: @sleazygoing my king thank u so much  tagging: literally anyone who wishes... perhaps @mancicon or @camillelafaye hehe

[softspiderling]

oops with Tom x reader please, things you said after it was over

→ 22. things you said after it was over from this prompt list

u guys just want to see the world crash and burn man smh. but who am I to deny your wishes? Also tagging @afangirlwashere and @xidaughterofthemoonix bc I know they’ve been waiting for shit like this

He hadn’t expected you here, out of all places, all he wanted was a cold beer and maybe some crisps. This used to be your place, where you went to buy snacks before cuddling up on the couch with Tessa and watching a movie, running in at midnight to grab a popsicle before bed. 

Tom was the one who showed you this corner store, he’d never think you come back here after you broke up. 

Even though you were dressed in grey sweats and a simple t shirt, with your hair thrown in a messy bun, he was sure that you’ve never looked more beautiful and happy. He really missed you. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake he’s ever made.

“Y/N?”

At the sound of his voice, you turned around and your smile faltered a bit, before it grew, your eyes softening. 

“Tom, hi, long time no see,” you greeted him and at first it surprised him that you were acting so civil. He knew how upset you were about him getting a new girlfriend not even a month after you’ve broken up. 

Especially because it was his co-star, someone you had asked him about and whom he assured you he was only friends with. 

But then again, he wasn’t at all surprised. You’ve always been very mature.

“Yeah, I haven’t been around lately,” Tom said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

You nodded and fingered with the packaging of the cereal you had grabbed before he approached you. 

“How have you been? How’s Katherine?” You asked in a friendly tone and he knew you were asking because it genuinely interested you, not to rub salt in the wound. 

“We, uh we broke up,” Tom told you and you winced in sympathy. 

“Sorry to hear that. You guys looked great together.”

That was a lie. 

The tabloids absolutely hated Tom and Katherine together, that was why it was kind of all over the news when they broke up. He wasn’t too sure if you kept tabs on his dating life though and if all this was to torment him. 

“It’s okay,” Tom assured and you pursed your lips before nodding slowly. 

“Uhm, I have to go, but it was good to see you again,” You said, gesturing towards the cashier. 

As you turned to leave, a sudden wave of panic shot through him.

“I made a mistake!” He blurted out. “We shouldn’t have broken up.”

You were still as you turned around slowly, your eyes sad and distant. 

“We didn’t. You broke up with me. You remember why?”

Tom nodded and the memory still pained him. 

“It’s just been so hard lately and I don’t know if I have the strength to keep fighting.”

You stared at him with tears in your eyes and scoffed, not believing what you were hearing that second. 

“You told me everything would be fine as long as we love each other.”

Tom averted his eyes and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“You don’t love me anymore?” You asked, a sob escaping your lips. 

He was silent at first, fighting with his words.

“Not the way I used to.”

You broke down after hearing those words and you were crying into your hands, while Tom sat next to you uselessly.

After a few minutes you calmed yourself down and looked up at him, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Please just go, Tom.”

He was unsure of what to do, knowing he was supposed to leave but at the same time not wanting to leave you like this. 

Tom then decided to respect your wish and stood up to leave.

“I’m really sorry,” he said awkwardly and swallowed thickly before going through the front door, leaving you by yourself to pick up your broken heart.

“I was wrong.”

Tom looked at you with pleading eyes and you crossed your arms, sniffing your nose.

“I was just struggling at that time, and I got confused and I really miss you.”

“Then why did you get together with Katherine not even a month after we broke up?” You asked accusingly and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I thought it’d help me to get over you.”

Tom’s voice broke and you inhaled sharply, training your eyes on the shelf of coffee behind him. 

“What do you want me to say, Tom?”

He looked at your stricken expression and realized how unfair he was being. You looked happy, content, without him, no matter if you were in a new relationship or not, but it was obvious that you had moved on. It wasn’t fair of him to project his own misery and sadness onto you, it was his turn to let you go. 

“I- Nothing. You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I’m really sorry about how I left things between us. I hope you can forgive me some day.”

Tom gave you a shaky small smile before he pulled up the hood of his sweater and exited the shop, leaving behind the one thing his heart desired the most.

It was needless to say that he wasn’t talking about that cold beer.

[ao3feed-kenhina]

all signs point to you (and end with me faceplanting)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kBH9K9

by akutagi

Trying to gather his bearings, he heard the slight jingle of a bell in the not so far distance. Then he noticed the approaching sound of footsteps, mixing with the crisp and sharp leaves on the sidewalk. When he finally opened his eyes again, he raised an arm to shield from the bright sun. However, he felt like the new body next to him was just, if not more, warm than the star in the sky.

For lack of better terms, the boy was frantic. His maroon apron was swaying, almost hitting Kenma square in the face a few times. His locks reminded him of the pumpkins many stores displayed for the season, though his hair looked more vibrant in comparison.

Finally realizing that Kenma was awake, the other knelt down to then bite the corner of his lip. Hesitantly, he waved his hand in front of the fallen boy, eyes oozing with concern. His voice was a little quiet, but still loud enough for Kenma to hear. “H-Are you alright?”

---

Kenma gets distracted by his phone, leading him to fall down after bumping into Hinata's cafe sign. Hinata offers a drink and maybe something even sweeter than a coffee.

Words: 1487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Sierra's Writing Block Kryptonite aka OTP Generator Drabbles

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou, Tsukishima Kei

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee, Coffee Shops, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine, kenma watch where youre going smh, Happy Ending, Cute Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kBH9K9

[carisi-dreams]

Soft Blue | Sonny Carisi/Nick Amaro

this is the 1,000 word fic prize commission as part of my celebration of one year with this blog. @lesbiancarisi asked for: soft Camaro smut,,,, to let the boys be happy and close and in love,,,,,,Maybe that they almost lost each other for some reason?

so naturally I wrote 2k of mostly feelings. smh. Iittle hint of smut at the end, though!

Nick brought his phone up to his ear again, wearing a hole in the floor the way he was pacing with short, jerky steps. When it went straight to voicemail he let out a frustrated growl and thumbed the screen to end the call. His hand briefly tightened in a fist around the phone, tight enough that it was digging into his skin, before he released it and bent over to place it in the middle of the coffee table. He rubbed at the indent left in his palm as it throbbed in time with the headache working its way from the back of his skull. There was no sense in clutching his phone like it was a handkerchief from his love gone off to war. The more times he got a voice message instead of the real thing, the more he wanted to hurl it out of the window. He could only imagine trying to explain that to his landlord, or God forbid, Olivia when the police were inevitably called. Nevermind that he was the police.

Nick groaned again and raked a hand through his hair. ‘Think, Amaro. Think,’ he urged himself. He was overreacting, he knew that. He could feel the build up of anxiety bubbling in him like a shaken can of soda. It fizzed and the bubbles crawled around inside of his skin, looking for a way out. Sonny was only thirty minutes late. Thirty minutes was nothing. It was hardly worth noticing, let alone getting bent out of shape and anxious about. But Nick…Nick had a way of becoming irrationally anxious where Sonny was concerned. It was something he hadn’t dared to look at too closely yet, lest something be revealed to him before he was ready to face it in the crisp, plain light of day. For now, it was shoved in a corner of a dimly lit compartment in the back of his brain. No dust, because he’d moved the box around plenty of times, but stuffy because he hadn’t brought himself to open it.

He pulled his thoughts away, like always, and glanced down at his phone. The black reflection stared back up at him blankly, a marvel of glass and metal and God knows what else, and it was slowly driving him crazy. He took a half step towards the table again and then stopped himself. There was no need to involve Olivia right now. She’d no doubt think he was overstrained from work and probably make him take tomorrow as a personal day. As great as she was in a crisis, this was not yet a crisis. Was not a crisis. Would not be a crisis. There was a simple explanation, really and any—

A key scraped in the lock before the door opened and Sonny stepped through it in one fluid step. Nick felt his knees soften and he had to concentrate very hard on remaining upright. He blinked rapidly and drank in the sight of his boyfriend with relief soured from adrenaline that was still pumping through his body.

“You would not believe the number of people out right now,” Sonny exclaimed with an exasperated smile. He was holding a familiar paper bag by the handles and raised it slightly before nodding towards the kitchen. Nick trailed behind him at a more sedated pace. “New York has way too many people. Talk about your ‘huddled masses.’ Sheesh.” He began unloading the bag and placing containers on the counter. “Anyway, I figured we were both too tired to cook so I picked up some empanadas from the place we like. The line was atrocious, but I battled it for you.”

He said the last part with a wink thrown in Nick’s direction. With Nick’s weak smile in response he finally picked up on the energy in the apartment and he did a double take before setting the entire bag on the counter and turning to give Nick his full attention. He closed the space between them and reached out for Nick’s hands.

“What is it? Everything okay? Did something happen?” Sonny peered into Nick’s eyes and quickly scanned him over. “You look almost as pale as me.” It was added as a joke to try to make Nick laugh, but fell flat.

Nick flashed him another wan smile before using Sonny’s grip on him to reel him into a firm hug. Sonny made a soft exhalation as they collided, but fell into the hug as easily as ever. He wrapped his arms firmly around Nick, rubbing his back a little and adjusting his grip with a step forward. Nick dipped his head to tuck in the juncture of Sonny’s neck. He exhaled and inhaled what felt like his first deep breath in nearly thirty minutes.

“You’re trembling,” Sonny commented in a more subdued tone. His voice was light and without judgment. “Tell me what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“There was a derailed train,” Nick managed to squeeze out. Sonny made an inquisitive noise and started to pull away, but Nick tightened his grip and Sonny paused his movements. “Your train,” Nick continued. “The one we take home from work. You said you had paperwork and that you’d be an hour behind me coming home and then you were thirty minutes late and the train derailed and your phone went straight to voicemail and I’ve just spent the last thirty minutes praying no one called me to identify your body.” The can overflowed as bubbles finally popped, fizzed and flooded the counter of his subconscious. “I just…you were late and I couldn’t get ahold of you,” he finished lamely.

Sonny pressed a firm kiss to the side of Nick’s head. “I’m here now.” He was reassuring and firm. “I’m okay. I’m sorry. Phone battery fell out when someone bumped me as I was in line getting dinner and I just shoved the entire thing in my pocket.” His hands continued a soothing rhythm on Nick’s back. “I need to get another one like you said,” he added ruefully.

“Yeah, you do.” Nick pulled away finally. He avoided Sonny’s eye, but he could feel the weight of his scrutiny.

“This weekend,” Sonny swore with a gentle nudge of his hand against Nick’s forearm. “Promise.” He tangled his fingers with Nick’s briefly and swung their joins hands. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Nick pulled out of Sonny’s grip after a squeeze of his hand. He took a step back and briefly met Sonny’s eyes with another wan smile. “It’s fine. Nothing to apologize for. I overreacted.” The laughter he aimed at himself was like sandpaper to wood. “Sometimes I get too—”

“Stop,” Sonny interjected. He was firm, but still gentle. Even as he took a step closer he didn’t reach for Nick again. “Don’t do that. You’re allowed to feel however you felt and I owe you an apology for not being more responsible about letting you know I’d be late.” A tentative smile bloomed across his face. “I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Nick replied quickly. He took a step back and jerked his head behind him. “I’m going to uh…clean off the table so we can eat in the living room.”

Sonny nodded, but made no effort to finish unpacking the bag on the counter next to him. Nick started to exit with a reluctant step back before stealing forward and pressing a quick kiss to Sonny’s mouth. It was so fast that Sonny didn’t even have a chance to return it before Nick was stepping out of reach.

“I love you, too,” he finally echoed. Sincerity bled into his tone as the color began to return to his face. When Sonny’s smile widened Nick ducked his head before turning on his heel and heading into the living room.

“What are you doing way over there?” Sonny reached out for Nick in the bed and hauled him closer. He wasn’t met with any resistance as Nick turned into Sonny’s chest almost immediately.

They were quiet for several loud moments. The only thing Nick could hear was Sonny’s heartbeat under his ear. It was strong and steady—a lullaby. His eyes drifted shut even though he wasn’t tired as much as mentally worn out from the emotional rollercoaster from earlier. Sonny hadn’t pressed further during dinner. He hadn’t made Nick spew his feelings or fears, but rather just pressed his thigh up against his as they ate and watched television. Gratitude flooded Nick’s body and his fingertips felt fuzzy with the new swell of emotion.

“I worry about losing you, sometimes.” Nick’s voice was hushed, but clear. Sonny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but kept otherwise quiet. “I don’t know…why…I just. Worry. I worry so much, Sonny. It’s like a tab in my brain that is playing the world’s longest, and most morbid, music video. Over and over.”

“You deserve to be happy.” Sonny’s words were sure. “You deserve to be happy and you deserve to enjoy your happiness. You deserve to enjoy the good things without worrying they’ll be taken away from you.” Sonny hands scratched through the hair at the base of Nick’s skull. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m tougher than people think I am. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Nick craned his neck so that he could look Sonny in the eye. There was no way that Sonny could make that promise. He knew better than to ask, especially in their line of work. But still. If Sonny promised, it meant something.

Sonny gave him a soft look and let his hand slip from around the back of Nick’s head to float near his eyebrow. “I promise.” There was a serene smile on his face and not a hint of hesitation.

“Okay.”

Sonny’s lips curved up. He beckoned Nick towards him and only replied when their lips were just barely touching.

“Okay.” He closed the scant distance between them and kissed him. “Okay.” Another kiss. “No more talk of leaving. Only talk of—”

“If you finish that sentence the way I think you are…” Nick cut off with a warning. Sonny laughed into his mouth and Nick swallowed up the sound in another kiss. It was like cool, still water.

“Coming,” Sonny finished several beats later.

Nick groaned and pretended to pull away, but Sonny followed his movements and pressed him down into the mattress. He pinned Nick in place with his hips and smiled into the next kiss. Nick couldn’t help but smile back until Sonny shifted and a groan was forced from between his lips. Their hips glided together, already in rhythm even through two layers of fabric, and he deepened the intensity of the kiss. When Sonny lifted his hips away Nick whined before he could help himself.

“Ah, ah,” Sonny chastised. “Thought you weren’t interested.”

He pulled away and watch in delight as Nick returned a flat look up at him. Even behind the flatness was a warmth and Sonny couldn’t resist stealing another kiss.

“Not in lame jokes about coming. Actually coming, on the other hand…” He let his sentence trail off and the flatness morphed into a familiar flirtatious confidence.

“I see,” Sonny mused as he traced Nick’s jaw with his nose. “Well, who am I to block you from happiness…”

Nick rolled his hips up into Sonny and wrapped an arm around his lower back to keep him in place.

“Exactly.”

[trailmafia]

R2R2R - trip report

4/20/2019

I didn’t sleep at all. After rolling around in my tent aimlessly for a few hours I decided it was time to get going. At about 4am, after a quick coffee and a couple of avocados, I left Mather Campground and drove toward the grand canyon visitor center to park. From there I ran a quick 1.5  miles or so to the South Kaibob TH. 

I decided on the South Kaibob > North Kaibob > Bright Angel Route. First, because it gave me a chance to see more of the canyon, and even though it was 2-3 miles longer, it was a “less steep” ascent out of the canyon when I would need the relief most - I knew I would be feeling the hurt at that point. As a bonus, parking at the visitor center, about halfway between both trailheads, would let me tick off an extra couple miles to get me as close to my goal of 50 miles as I could bear, having to run to the South Kaibob TH from my car and possibly back to my car from the Bright Angel TH if my legs were still functional. 

One of the most difficult parts of the day was just getting out of Mather Campground. I drove around for about 20+ minutes trying to find my way out. After flagging a family in a minivan down to ask for help escaping the campground, they laughed and told me to follow them out. Finally making it to the visitor center, I parked, stretched, ran to the South Kaibob TH, and descended into the abyss. 

The weather was perfect - 55 degrees F at the TH and about 65 degrees F down at skeleton point - clear skies and crisp, clean air with this deep hypnotic purple and crimson red glow permeating down into the steep corkscrew below. 

 I was only at Cedar Ridge (1.5 miles in) when I knew that the stairs were going to be a major problem for my left knee that had been having some IT Band issues. I’m not a fan of stairs on any trail really as they force you into an unnatural rhythm and create a very awkward angle on your joints. Luckily though, I didn’t hit any mule trains on the way down and I knew that would save me some time.

When I finally made it down for my first glimpse of the Colorado River, I submitted to the pain, even though my knee was in a full blown rebellion against me, hinting for me to abort while I still could.

 It was normal for the joints in my knees to start rubbing at that time, before I discovered how to stretch, strengthen, and foam roll properly, but usually only after about 25 miles in. I was only 9 miles in and knew I had about 40 something miles to go. This would be the going back point if I decided to give into the growing discomfort, but I dug in, and decided there was no way in hell I was going back, even if it meant not walking for a couple days. I was hell-bent.

After my first crossing of the Colorado, the terrain flattens out into one of the most exotic, single-track, slot-canyon trails I have ever been on. Or at least for the next 8 miles from Phantom Ranch to Manzanita Creek. The latter I knew was my only water stop on the entire north side of the canyon because the north rim would be closed for another couple of weeks.

I was in a nice groove, running about a 9 min/mile pace, listening to boulders crack into each other beneath the Bright Angel Creek beside me, crossing small suspension bridges, smelling the prehistoric red dust that came up with each step, becoming more and more comfortable with the pain in my left knee as my world above the rim began to melt away. I began to settle into this lush, Sonoran canyon-land.

I had only passed a handful of hikers at this point, but was more interested in catching up to the two running shoe prints that I had been seeing since I dropped in. At Manzanita Creek I bumped into two  Canadian girls in full running gear who seemed super happy to see another runner planning on completing the same route. They confirmed they had left the trail head 45 minutes before me so I was convinced it was the two prints that I had been chasing all morning. This gave me some closure that I was making decent time, being right on schedule with the splits I had calculated beforehand. We talked for a few minutes while filling up on water, all of us thrilled about being on this epic run. I pressed on ahead though and told them I would see them on my way back down from the north rim. Off I went.

Passing Roaring Springs was another cool rush and a well needed distraction from the ever sharpening pain in my knee. I could feel the vibration of this massive waterfall thundering down into the canyon, reminding me how small I was. Farther up the trail I began to hear what sounded like helicopter blades, echoing louder and louder as I passed over and under misty bridges and aqua blue waterfalls. Finally, about 3/4 of the way up, I came around the corner to the source of loud echoing blades. It was a helicopter lowering what looked like a generator to two workers harnessed onto the side of the sheer canyon wall. I was stunned that these two guys were just hanging onto the side of a cliff going about their work like it was normal, grabbing onto the slowly repelling machine, giving the helicopter pilot a thumbs up that they had control of it. I remember wanting to say something to them but I didn’t know what to say because I was so perplexed, so I just kept running up the trail smiling in wonder, smh.

At this point, I had passed a couple of runners who were on their way down. This surprised me because I hadn’t really seen any other fresh tracks earlier on the South Kaibob besides those of the two girls I just bumped into, so I assumed they probably just came down Bright Angel. I over-enthusiastically exchanged high fives with them, being so excited again to encounter other people on the same run as me. I noticed that none of them were wearing packs though which made me question if I was the only one wearing one, but then it dawned on me later on that most of them had probably stashed them at Manzanita to cut down unnecessary weight for the 5,000′ climb up the rim. Next time.

When I finally made it up to the north rim there was nobody. Just a bunch of left over snow. I had pictured this moment in my head, but I couldn’t have imagined how much peace and happiness I would feel as I rested my legs for the first time and slowly ate a bag of dried cranberries and some trail mix. I was as far away from safety as I had ever been and I had never felt better. What a strange and enlightening moment that was.

After about a 10 minute rest, my mind was back to the 24 mile challenge ahead of me with a blown out knee. The water spigot was dry which I knew was going to be the case reading every nps report I could, but nonetheless I was hoping to fill up at the slight chance the spigots were back on for the season. I also decided that on this rare occasion I would take some Ibuprofen I had packed, attempting to numb the increasingly sharp pain I was feeling. So I threw some pills in my mouth and a big handful of snow to wash them down. I packed some snow into the knee brace I was wearing as well as my hydration bladder to cool down and supplement whatever water I had left. Regardless, I felt amazing as these hardy calories coursed through body. I had only been eating gels up to this point (about 8 GU’s). The temperature had dropped to about 43 degrees F on the north rim so I put some layers back on, covered my neck and face with a buff, and dropped back into the gorge with an incredible sense of refreshment and vitality. 

About 3 switchbacks down from the trail head or 400 yards or so I turned around the corner to hear a “Cack cack cack cack” of branches snapping in half that I will NEVER forget. I turned to respond with my eyes to see what my ears just heard. 

I’m not sure exactly what it was, but it was big, and as quickly as my head could turn, whatever it was disappeared back up towards where I had just come from. I had read several reports of cougars being spotted in this particular area this time of year but I’ll never really know what it was. I was officially spooked though and started running like hell. All pain in my body disappeared as the adrenaline took over. 

Shortly after this encounter I bumped into the Canadian girls again who were on their way up. I was coming at them fast and when I finally got to them I told them what had just happened. They immediately stopped in their tracks and turned around to come back down with me. I didn’t want to discourage them from missing the north rim but I think they could tell that I was genuinely spooked and that was enough for them. They  followed me pretty closely for about a mile down until they were feeling a little more at ease, and they finally stopped to rest. I kept going, and this was the last I would see them. I was genuinely spooked, but as my downhill pace picked up and the endorphins started flooding through my veins, that fear transformed into exhilaration like I have never felt. This was now a true adventure.  

Then, as quickly as my high surged to its highest point, the pain began to set in again. This time with a ferocity that still sends shivers down my spine thinking about it. I was now unable to control the limp that had been developing as my knee was almost completely locked. 

At this point the temperature started spiking again as I made my return to the canyon floor. I was burning through water quickly and ran out about 2 miles before hitting Manzanita again. Water never tasted this good. There was a guy lying on the bench there getting some rest. He had his hat resting over his face but kept one eye peeking out at me, watching me nervously, gulping water into my mouth faster than I could swallow it. 

I knew this upcoming section from Manzanita to Bright Angel campground would be the easiest and the perfect opportunity to make up some time that I had begun to lose from my slowing pace. It was about 8 miles of slightly downhill running. I went into autopilot, grinding my teeth, and wincing in pain at every uneven step I was forced to take. Somewhere around Cottonwood campground I found a nice river crossing and soaked my legs in the rushing cold water for a few minutes. 

Throughout the day, I had this growing realization that even though I was in pain, all things were fair somehow. Nature provided as much as it could for me. It gave me snow to stuff in my knee brace and in my pack when I ran out of water. It gave me a gentle breeze when I was burning up, and a nice cool river to soak my legs in when they began to swell. Ultimately though, nature is impartial. It’s not there to  soothe your pain.  It’s not there to comfort you when things get bad. Nature is there to give you a glimpse into yourself. It’s there to remind you that you are alive. Each moment your heart is still pumping blood throughout your body is a good moment. 

My legs still slightly numb from the ice cold soak in the river, I flew through the rest of the narrow canyon, past Phantom Ranch and back to the Colorado. 

I had been contemplating going back up the South Kaibob knowing it was the shorter route, but I was determined to stick with the plan, knowing I would be seeing one of the most beautiful trails on earth, and finishing what I set out to do.

The sun was blazing down as I crossed the Silver Bridge during the hottest part of the day and ran the sandy banks of the Colorado River toward the bottom of the trail. I knew the hardest part of the trip lie ahead. They say the Bright Angel is the safest trail in the canyon, but 40 miles in, nothing seemed safe. Beautiful streams and lush gardens taunted me to stop and enjoy like all the other hikers and leisure seekers, but I knew I had to keep going. Surprisingly, I was still passing people on the trail pretty quickly and began to develop the feeling that I was on the other side of my fears, confident I would make it out. I knew looking up to the top was a big mistake and would check my growing confidence if I did. I could see it out of the corner of my eye, but I tried to keep a balanced approach, staying focused on the moment and each next step, but not forgetting to appreciate the desert paradise surrounding me. 

At this point, I was helplessly tripping over rocks and smashing the tips of my toes harder and harder as I became more fatigued. I couldn’t lift my legs high enough to step over them anymore. I knew that my left and right big toenails were probably going to fall off. I couldn’t feel them anymore though. I knew this was pretty common with ultra runners and it used to gross me out quite a bit. Now, it was a sign that I was progressing. It was an initiation, a marker on my path to running long distance ultra marathons. 

I made my final water refill at Indian Garden. Using the last of my salt tablets and the rest of my food, I felt like I had planned my nutrition pretty well, and now that the sun was beginning to set below the rim I was really bouncing back from a mental low. This was the most beautiful portion of the trip I thought. The final switchbacks were long and steep and took everything I had, but I felt good and really took in the beauty of the trail for the last few miles as I reflected on my day.

As my ears began to pop, I knew I was close. If I stopped at all at this point though my knee would completely lock up, so I kept a steady pace most of the way back up. With the help of some positive vibes from a hiker, my spirits were lifted just high enough to get me out with a smile. As I slowly and haggardly made my way past her, she asked if I was ok. Apparently I didn’t look so good, but I smiled, coughed, and nodded my head up and down in exhaustion. We had a couple quick laughs at my expense, questioning my sanity and the dirt covering my face, and then before I knew it, she was gone, several switchbacks below as I maintained course. I was still so focused on the end.

Seeing camera clad tourists with no hiking gear on was my sign that I was close. They had no idea what I had just done, and that was comforting to me, knowing that I had this little secret. They would probably never see what I saw or experience what I experienced that day. This was my moment of self-transcendence. This is what I had been searching for my whole life. Just over 12 hours and 49.2 miles later, I reached the Bright Angel trail head. 

#r2r2r 

[secret-sns]

Autumn tag 🍁

Thanks for tagging me @sasu--hime ‼️💕

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people

1. Apple picking or Hay ride (I’ve been wanting to go on a hay ride so bad lately but like there’s nowhere and no way to do it)

2. Scary or Sweet (both but the Halloween mood is spooky scary!! And I’ve been deeply in the Halloween mood since September started!!!)

3. Sweaters or Boots

4. Socks or Mittens

5. Bonfires or Football

6. Trick-or-treating or Watching scary movies (I can’t trick or treat anymore but I love that too. Also I haven’t seen many scary movies bc like. Idk if I’ll be scared on my own but I don’t wanna risk it so I only watch them with other people usually. Also SEND ME SCARY MOVIE SUGGESTIONS)

7 and 8 are not here??

9. Bake pie or Bake cookies

10. Rain or Fog

11. Black cats or Owls

12. Ghosts or Wizards

13. Harry Potter or Halloweentown (I haven’t seen halloweentown somehow)

14. Hiking or Sleeping in (but if I had the chance to go hiking I would go. I’m just so sleep deprived always)

15. Cinnamon or Nutmeg

16. Reading or Writing

17. Hot chocolate or Tea (but I can’t really have hot chocolate anymore hahahhahah I love being lactose intolerant)

18. Live in a cabin in the forest or Have it be fall 24/7 (living in a secluded cabin in the woods is begging to be murdered anyway)

19. Candy apples or Caramel apples (wait idk what candy apples are and I’ve only had a caramel apple once and it was crappy store bought)

20. Blankets or Pillows

21. Roasted marshmallows or Roasted chestnuts (yeah I realized I’ve never had roasted chestnuts and I’m not even sure if ik what chestnuts are)

22. Coffee or Apple cider (depends. Apple cider if it’s homemade but the store bought stuff gets fermented and gross and I physically can’t drink that anymore and sometimes apple juice is hard even though I love that smh)

23. Red leaves or Orange leaves (both are good tho)

24. Braids or Bows

25. Scent of scented candles or Scent of baked goods

26. Carve pumpkins or Make pumpkin pie (we also roast the seeds!!! Put them in the oven with like??? Brown sugar or something???)

27. Pumpkin spice lattes or Chai tea lattes (I NEVER GOT TO TRY EITHER AND I NEVER WILL NOW BC APPARENTLY A LATTE IS BASICALLY STEAMED MILK WITH A TINY BUT OF COFFEE! Unfair.)

28. Coats or Oversized sweaters

29. Beanies or berets (never had a beret)

30. Candy corn or Peanut butter cups

31. S’mores or Apple crisp (idk what apple crisp is but it sounds AMAZING and I probably like both the same. It’s probably something I’ve had before but don’t remember)

32. Jump in a pile of leaves or Swing on a tire

33. Corn maze or Haunted house

34. Bob for apples or Visit a pumpkin patch (I’ve never bobbed for apples but I’m pretty sure I’ve visited a pumpkin patch, probably when I was little)

35. Whipped cream on hot chocolate or Marshmallows on hot chocolate

Tagging:

@usuratonkachii @yuuidankkuma @brazilianaruto @irisshy @sasuke-the-mamasaurus

[opheroth]

TAG GAME!

I was tagged by @littleandromedario (Thanks buddy, it was funny to do!)

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride (I had never, ever went apple picking)

2. scary vs. sweet 

3. swEATers vs. boots

4. socks vs. mitten (Fun Fact: When I went to the orchestral rehersals at school, I was known for being the only one who used mittens to warm my hands while playing violin, while the rest of the students had to play with cold fingies!)

5. bonfires vs. football I LOVE THE FIRE AND THE SMORES AND BURNING THIIINGS ALSO LOOKING AT THE WARM FIRE IS RELAXIIING

6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies (I started trick-or-treating at 13, actually. Im still planning on doing so for a while. Let me enjoy it!)

7. apple pie vs. pumpkin pie (specially pumpkin pie, since I don’t find any often)

8. halloween vs. thanksgiving (joke’s on you america, the rest of the world doesn’t has thanksgiving. Still I get the day off lol)

9. bake pie vs. bake cookies COOKIESCOOKIESCOOKIES

10. rain vs. fog fOG IS SCARY, OK?

11. black cats vs. owls

12. ghosts vs. wizards

13. harry potter vs. halloweentown

14. go hiking vs. sleep in (i love sleeping pls lemme nap with yall)

15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg

16. reading vs. writing (I only write when I’m sad or when I need to let go how I feel)

17. hot chocolate vs. tea  C’mon guys bOTH ARE AMAZING

18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE fall, but… summer is all pool n fun, spring is all flowers and green and plants! fall is relaxing… And winter is that moment when I feel I can reflex more and get more into my own head also last winter was one of the best times I ever had, no matter what

20. blankets vs. pillows

21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts

22. COFFEE vs. apple cider  I don’t know how does apple cider tastes smh

23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 

24. braids vs. bows 

25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods

26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie

27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes BOTH ALSO @toto-the-cactusMAKES THE BEST CHAI TEA 

28. coats vs. oversized sweaters I LOVE OVERSIZED SWEATERS LET ME DISSAPEAR INTO THE WARM WOOL FOREVER 

29. beanies vs. berets 

30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups Candy corn is just too.. Eeewish for me, sorry

31. s'mores vs. apple crisp IM THE SMORE QUEEN ALL HAIL ME

32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire swing 

33. corn maze vs. haunted house there aren’t any corn mazes in here, America pls stop assuming everyone has the same stuff you do

34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch (I haven’t done either one of those, but I guess the pumpkin patch sounds fun)

35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate (BOTH, I ALSO ADD CHERRIES AND MINT NHGNGHNGHNG)

I tag: 

@nefelibaticartist

@toto-the-cactus

@meteor-rain-fiasco

@aligalsinnsyk

@smileface68

@justanothertrashpidgeon

@sebas768

@absolutely-free-spirited

@mrjuanderful

@littleandromedario

Sorry, I wanted to add more text to the post, but Rules are the Rules 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@littleandromedario, I left your comments because it didn’t say I had to remove them, Also I don´t know who to tag, so I let almost all of the ones you tagged

[kiiozawa]

fall/autumn preferences; tagged by @sleepyuuri :D!!! omg tumblr didn’t tell me you notified me smh man

rules; bold what you prefer and tag 10 people

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride

2. scary vs. sweet

3. sweaters vs. boots

4. socks vs. mittens

5. bonfires vs. football

6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies

9. bake pie vs. bake cookies

10. rain vs. fog

11. black cats vs. owls

12. ghosts vs. wizards

13. harry potter vs. halloweentown

14. go hiking vs. sleep in

15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg

16. reading vs. writing

17. hot chocolate vs. tea

18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7

19. candy apples vs. caramel apples

20. blankets vs. pillows

21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts

22. coffee vs. apple cider

23. red leaves vs. orange leaves

24. braids vs. bows

25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods

26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie

27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes

28. coats vs. oversized sweaters

29. beanies vs. berets

30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups

31. s'mores vs. apple crisp

32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire

33. corn maze vs. haunted house

34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch

35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

I dont even kno if i have 10 ppl to tag uhh!! @borntomakelifeandlove @seokijnnies @elpiyagrace @louciferish @nikiforoov

[alwaysxknitting]

Prayers and Pondering

This fic was requested by my dear friend @ergahg as so many are lol. He asked for our CP OC’s going to church during their pregnancy. I hope y’all enjoy this one. (it got kind of long.) 

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Brightly colored leaves splattered the dark road like paint splashed across a canvas as Addie’s pickup truck rumbled along. His head sagged as the roaring heater lulled him back toward sleep, his hand absently rubbing against his swollen belly.  His partner glanced over from the driver’s seat smiling lovingly at the ginger man.

               “You sure this is a good idea?” Addie said softly, drawing Leo’s gaze back to him for another moment. “I just… you know how…” Addie chewed on his bottom lip, not allowing himself to finish the statement. The pair was on their way to Sunday morning service at church near their townhouse and the memories of the last church he’d attended with Leo lingered in the back of his mind. “They’ll say…” again he stopped midsentence. Leo reached over and gave his fiancé’s knee a squeeze along with a reassuring smile.

               Addie had attended service with Leo once since they’d moved into their own place. The chapel at Samwell had been alright when he was on campus but Leo hadn’t felt as connected with a church family there as he had with his church family back home in Savannah. The church Addie had joined him at, a Baptist church with a mostly elderly population, had been Leo’s third try since their move.

               “Addie, baby, I promise you it’ll be different this time. I know the last church bothered you, they weren’t a good fit for us anyway. Besides it’s like I told you, God is love, those folks were doing a very poor job of showing that love and by extension showing God. This one is so much better, the folks here are great. They are going to love you.” Addie slumped a little and sighed.

               “Are you sure?”

               “Addie, they are going to love you almost as much as I do.” He squeezed the ginger’s knee again. “I promise it’s going to be nothing like the last time.” He smiled brightly at his partner as the rumbling truck turned onto a short private road. On the left was a large, two story, brick building with lots of windows and a playground, the sign announcing it was a private Christian school. Ahead on the right side stood a small white building with a steeple and behind it another brick building, a public elementary school. Leo took the right turn and quickly found a spot in the half full parking lot.

               “Do I look okay?” Addie looked down at his dark jeans, black t-shirt, and red plaid flannel. His round belly peeked up under his hand, his amber eyes looking first at it then to his scuffed high tops. “Aren’t you supposed to wear fancy clothes to church?”

               Leo cut the truck off and swung open his own door. Crisp, damp air flooded the cab causing Adding to shiver. “Babe, do you see the way I’m dressed? Do I look like I’m all fancy? Do I ever look fancy when I leave for church on Sundays?” Addie took in his partner’s attire, a pair of paint splattered jeans, a black long sleeve shirt layered with a red SMH tee, and his beat up brown boots. Addie shook his head.

               “No, you just look like you,” he whispered. Leo nodded and began to climb out of the truck. Raindrops speckled the lenses of his glasses as the wind whipped his dark hair.  From the truck door he looked back across at Addie.

               “Exactly, here I’m free to be myself wholly and be accepted by my church family and Addie, they are going to accept you too.”

               “But I…” his gaze dropped to his belly, fingers spreading wide, fear all over his face.

               “Do you trust me?” The ginger nodded slowly.

               “Of course, I do.”

               “Then trust me in this.” Leo came around the front of the truck and opened his door for him. “I know it can be scary but it’s going to be alright. These folks, they know I’m bi, they know my fiancé is a man. I promise it will be good.” Leo pressed a gentle kiss to Addie’s forehead. Once again Addie nodded, taking Leo’s outstretched hand and climbing down from the truck.

               The pair made their way inside barely escaping as the rain began to fall harder. Leo shook his shaggy black hair; spraying water drops all around. Addie laughed as the water hit him, forgetting his worry for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. Cream colored tiling led into the green carpeted lobby and crisp grey walls led forward, WELCOME stenciled across one wall in flowing white letters. An elderly woman in a blue floral dress milled about in the lobby setting up what seemed to be canisters of coffee and muffled music floated through a closed door nearby. A bright welcoming smile filled the woman’s aged face as she turned and spotted the boys.

               “Oh Leo! Good morning, how are you?” she asked hurrying over as fast as her cane let her. Leo smiled back at her and embraced her tightly.

               “Good morning Miss Marcie, I’m well. I want to introduce you to someone. This is my fiancé Addie,” he said. Her kind eyes turned to the ginger man taking in first his face then glancing lower before moving back up to his face. The smile on her face didn’t dim for a second and soon she was giving Addie a tight hug.

               “It’s nice to finally meet you honey. I’ve heard so much about you.” Pink rose in Addie’s cheeks and ears at her words but he quickly hugged back before pulling away. “If you don’t mind my asking, how long?” His blush deepened.

               “They um they should be here sometime in mid-October, at least that’s what the doctor says.” She nodded knowingly and gave his forearm a gentle squeeze. A young woman with curly cooper hair stuck her head out the kitchen door.

               “Second pot’s ready Miss Marcie,” she called then waved at Leo and Addie. “Hey Leo.” He waved back.

               “Morning, Lynne” he called. The elderly woman, Miss Marcie, smiled at the boys before excusing herself to finish helping the ginger woman in the kitchen.

               “We’re a little early but that’s okay. I’m gonna go set our stuff down in the sanctuary. There’s coffee and stuff over there.” The look of dread on Addie’s face at Leo leaving his side was perfectly clear. The raven haired man smiled reassuringly before giving his partner’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll be right back, I promise miss Marcie doesn’t bite. She might try to hug you again but she won’t bite. Addie nodded slowly and began worrying his bottom lip as Leo disappeared through the closed doors.

               As he stood awkwardly in the entryway Addie looked around. The hall to his left held multiple doors leading to a nursery, several classrooms, and restrooms. Half way down the hall the cool grey walls gave way to bright colors and funky shapes. Aimlessly he wandered toward the color, curiosity getting the better of him. A little boy no older than six ran through one of the open doors nearly colliding with Addie’s legs. He looked up at the man smiling bright then waved and spun around running back into the classroom. A little girl, a few years younger than the boy, stuck her head out of the door, a bright bow taking up most of her head. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as Addie wandered back up the hall.

More people were beginning to arrive, the lobby now buzzing with the chatter of conversations and greetings. Several people said good morning to him as Addie took a seat on a plush grey couch. He was beginning to wonder if perhaps this place might truly be different. The doors Leo had disappeared through were propped open and the live music had changed to a stereo playlist. A head of raven hair weaved through the people in the lobby before Leo spotted Addie and came to join him, a slender woman with salt and pepper hair behind him. She continued down the hall, a tooth brush in her hand.

“There you are sweetheart,” Leo said sitting next to him. “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s so different, they’re all so friendly and I swear I’ve been hugged like six times.” A happy smile overtook Leo’s features. “Are they always so huggy?” Leo’s happy laughter rang out at the question as he quickly nodded.

“Yeah, we’re kind of a huggy church,” he replied getting to his feet. “Come on, we can head in if we want. Service will start in a little bit but there’s some people I want you to meet.” Taking his hand Addie got to his feet and followed him into the sanctuary. A young woman in glasses crouched in the sound booth loading disks into a tower of drives.

“Em, who’s preaching today?” The woman’s head snapped up nearly causing her to fall into the stool behind her.

“Good grief Leo don’t do that, you scared the crap out of me. Thomas is preaching today.” She rose to her feet and turned pausing when she spotted Addie at his side. “Oh, hello,” she said pushing up her glasses in the same nose scrunching way Leo did.

“Emma, this is my fiancé Addie.” She smiled warmly and extended a hand. Addie took it and shook it before glancing at Leo.

“Nice to meet you Addie, I’m Emma but I’m sure you already got that.” Before either of them could respond a man a little older than them entered the room stepping into the booth. The man introduced himself as Christopher, an associate pastor at the church and greeted Addie warmly. Christopher and Emma began talking about details for the service so Leo led the way to a short row of green chairs down the right-hand aisle.

His and Addie’s jackets laid across two of the chairs along with Leo’s worn leather bible. The front wall of the room was layered top to bottom with pallet boards, the rest of the room an even cream color with several windows along each wall. A small stage full of instruments and mikes filled the front of the room with a large tv mounted on each side. Addie sank into the green chair as he looked around. People were slowly trickling in when the salt and pepper haired woman from before made a bee line for them.

“Leo, you have an introduction to make,” she said, a smile lingering in her eyes. Funky black cat eye glasses framed her face as she sank into a seat in the row ahead of them.

“Lisa, this is my fiancé Addie. Baby, this is my friend Lisa.” She smiled and extended her hand. Her short hair practically stood straight up and her energy could only be called infectious. Addie couldn’t help but like the woman. He’d heard Leo speak about her and shook her hand, glad to finally have a face to put with the name.

They chatted for a few minutes before everything got underway. Christopher came up to make several announcements including an upcoming baby dedication, a worship night, and a men’s breakfast all coming up over the next few weeks. Christopher then instructed them to say hi to someone around them, giving the band a chance to get settle on the stage. Leo exchanged greetings with several people before the music from before began and lyrics appeared on the screens at the front. The first song was upbeat and fast paced. Addie had never seen Leo get so wrapped up in music before. The second song changed the tempo a bit with words about the reckless, unending love of God. The last song was slower speaking of God being a good, good father. Leo’s eyes closed and he swayed gently to the music, even raising his hand at some point. His other hand never left the tight grip Addie had on it.

Christopher continued to play his guitar softly as a middle-aged man took the stage speaking briefly on the importance of giving with a glad heart. Leo looked over at Addie, seeing his puzzled look, and held up the envelope he’d deposited twenty dollars in. As the guitar continued softly a couple came down the two aisles holding gold collection plates. Leo dropped the envelope in as they passed.  

The music faded and a young man in a Dallas Cowboy’s hat took the stage and introduced himself as Thomas, a member of the teaching team, and began his sermon. He was wrapping up a series on the prodigal son which had begun with the brother, then the son, and ending with the father. He spoke passionately on how the father never gave up on his son even after the son had effectively told his father that he was dead to him. He spoke about his own children quoting one of the praise songs from the worship set, how there was no mountain he wouldn’t climb up or shadow he wouldn’t light up for his sons, no door he wouldn’t kick down, or no lie he wouldn’t tear down for his daughter.

Leo sat quietly listening fighting hard against the tears that welled behind his glasses. After a while he stopped fighting and just let the tears flow. His hands practically trembled as he cried silently in his seat. Addie noticed Leo wasn’t the only one in the room with tear stained faces. As he listened tears began to well up in his own amber eyes. Leo gave his hand a gentle squeeze. When Thomas finished the room was quiet only filled with sniffles as the middle-aged man from before came up to the stage.

“It certainly seems like every time Thomas gets up here we end up with no dry eyes in the room,” he said with a chuckle. Leo laughed as well nodded gently in agreement. “Now if everyone will bow your heads and close your eyes for a moment. If there’s anyone in here today that is thinking can God really love me like that? Can He really want me after everything I’ve done? Well I’m telling you right now He can, He does, and He will. No matter what you might have done God will always love you. Just like the father God is waiting there watching, hoping to see you coming from far off. So if there is anyone in here today that says I want in, just raise your hand and look up at me. No one is looking and all the Christians in here are praying for you. We’ll all stand up and say the prayer together.” He paused for a moment watching, waiting. “Oh, I see you, anyone else? We’re already going to say the prayer is there anyone else who says I want in?” He paused for another moment. “Okay well for the sake of that one, will you please stand and pray with me.”

The entire room rose to their feet and heads were bowed and eyes closed. The pastor began to speak again, this time the congregation echoing him. “Father God, I’ve sinned and that’s no surprise to you. I believe that You sent your son to die on the cross for my sins and that you raised him from the dead. Come into my heart Lord Jesus and I’ll live for You forever. in your name we pray, Amen.” There were cheers and applause for that person who had dedicated their life to God. The pastor said a short prayer over the congregation for the coming week before they were dismissed. As Leo and Addie made their way through the crowd Addie remained quiet but his mind was racing a million miles an hour as he pondered on everything. He definitely had some questions to ask Leo later.  

[matsukkawa]

Tagged by  @kanamesengoku​ (hey hey hey)

Rules: bold the option you prefer!

1. Go apple picking V.S. Go on a hay ride 2. Scary V.S. Sweet 3. Sweaters V.S. and Boots 4. Socks V.S. Mittens 5. Bonfires V.S. Football 6. Trick or Treating V.S. Watch Scary movies 7. Apple Pie V.S. Pumpkin Pie 8. Halloween V.S. Thanksgiving 9. Bake Pie V.S. Bake Cookies 10. Rain V.S. Fog (tho both are Good) 11. Black Cats V.S. Owls  12. Ghosts V.S. Wizards 13. Harry Potter V.S. Halloweentown 14. Go Hiking V.S. Sleep in 15. Cinnamon V.S. Nutmeg 16. Reading V.S. Writing 17. Hot Chocolate V.S. Tea 18. Live in a Cabin In a Forest V.S. Have it be fall 24/7 (but not like california fall where its 100 degrees everyday. i mean like aesthetic movie autumn) 19. Candy Apples V.S. Caramel Apples  (arent they the same thing???) 20. Blankets V.S. Pillows (smh the arm of the couch is a built in pillow duh) 21. Roasted marshmallows V.S. Roasted Chestnuts 22. Coffee V.S. Apple Cider 23. Red Leaves V.S. Orange Leaves 24. Braids V.S. Bows 25. Scented Candles V.S. The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods 26. Carve Pumpkins V.S. Make Pumpkin Pie 27. Pumpkin Spice Lattes V.S. Chai Tea Lattes 28. Coats V.S. over Oversized Sweaters 29. Beanies V.S. Berets 30. Candy Corn V.S. Peanut Butter Cups (candy corn is a hell food bye) 31. S'mores V.S. Apple Crisp (what’s an apple crisp???) 32. Jump In a Pile of Leaves V.S. Swing on a Tire Swing 33. Corn Maze V.S. Haunted House 34. Bob For Apples V.S. Visit a Pumpkin Patch 35. Whipped Cream on Hot Chocolate V.S. Marshmallows on Hot Chocolate

im gonna tag uhh @bpd-kogane @toqoroki  @zap-p and @kkeyys (yall dont have to if u dont wanna though no pressure bro)