#happy hoom day!

[whiteshipnightjar]

Happy 14th anniversary to Joanna Newsom's triple masterpiece Have One On Me!!!

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[poetsblvd]

LOVER BOY ꪆৎ MV1

He grunts pushing open the door to the holiday home he’s rented for both of you, arms laden with heavy bags from his shopping spree for you.

Hermès, Cartier, Chanel, Van Cleef, APM Monaco, you name it he’s got it.

He drops the purchases on the couch and sighs, fuck he’s definitely going to have to make another trip down for the rest of the bags.

Many wouldn’t think of him to be the type to spoil his girlfriend, and while he takes great offence to that statement he somewhat understands where they come from.

He hasn’t quite had long or serious enough relationships for him to grow attached to and dote on his girl, but it’s very different with you.

He’s the first guy you’ve ever been with, at ripe age of twenty-two now and having only dated him for a year, he thinks it incredibly important to spoil you.

You’re everything to him, and he wants you to know exactly how a beautiful, kind and loving woman like you should be treated.

Because god forbid anything ever happen to peel you away from him, he wants you to know that you deserve only the best, because you are the best there is.

And it’s not only materialistic spoiling, oh no no no, you have to be treated well from absolutely all angles.

Including very bare minimum actions that make you feel special, holding the door open for you, never letting you walk on the dangerous side of the road, getting you flowers every week, always listening and giving you his full attention and input during conversations, etc etc.

He doesn’t get to do this nearly as often with both of you living in different countries and having extremely busy work schedules.

So the chances that he does get to spoil you with all he has, he snatches the opportunity greedily like a toddler with candy.

Today was supposed very normal day of vacation, the first week of summer break that you and Max were very lucky to spend together in St Tropez.

Waking up in the morning however and kissing your face silly, he deemed you too beautiful to not have a day for yourself, a very general excuse to simply spoil you and make you happy.

So with a few texts here and there, he dropped you off at the spa to rejuvenate, relax and pamper up for a cute little date night.

Without letting it drop that he was going to buy you a gift, or a hundred.

Bringing him to where he is now.

He arranges the bags neatly in the living room, running back to the driveway and pulling out the final gifts, a stunning Versace gown and your favourite Manolo Blahnik heels for the dinner he has planned.

He runs back in just in time for your cab to roll through, as you smile and wave to the driver.

He struggles for a moment, wondering how to position himself casually, should he lie down? No that’s weird.

Lean on the door? Far too Troy Bolton for him.

Position himself sexily on the presents? Absolutely not you’d laugh too hard and never let him live it down.

“Maaaaax! I’m hoome!” Your greeting has him smiling and he finds himself making long strides to pull you into his arms.

“Hello my love.” He breathes in the flowery scent of your perfume and the softness of your skin. “You look stunning, how do you feel?”

He finds himself momentarily in awe of your smile and nods, impressed when you shove your hands in front of his face showing him the nails you’d decided upon.

“They’re very pretty baby, I really like the blue flowers on them!” He winks at you, pulling your nails closer to his face.

“Really? I’m so glad! The lady over there kept telling me that I should do ombré, and I didn’t know how to tell her that I really hated designs like that, so we finally agreed on— Max!” You gasp, stopping in between your story telling.

“What?” He shrugs innocently.

You gape at the living room filled with shopping bags of varying sizes and colours, shock marring your face. “Oh Max, again?”

His brows furrow. “What do you mean again?”

“I mean, you practically bought me the entirety of Hermès a few months ago? Why on earth would you spend so much money on me again?”

“Five months ago darling!” He leads you to the sofa, kissing your knuckles, and handing you a tiffany blue box.

“I’ve been slacking! And what do you mean on you? What else would I ever spend my money on? it’s yours anyways, everything of mine is yours, especially me.” He settles down cross legged by your feet and keeps pulling boxes and bags towards you.

Placing a hand on his cheek you smile “You really don’t have to do this, I’ve told you so many times I just want you.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want too.” He grips your hand on his cheek and kisses your fingertips.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you more.” He smiles, squeezing your knee and nodding at you to open your presents.

“Now come on! Gimme a fashion show, I planned this with just enough time before our dinner. I got you these new shoes, oh! And a dress for tonight, but you’re gonna have to choose between this tennis necklace or this Juste un Clou necklace, I liked both so I got you both.”

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love note , ugh this made me feel very single and think of very unreal expectations from men!! thank you for requesting and i hope you liked this <3

[miniherodesktales]

Day 5: Religion/Happy Cloisterday

The Cat was confused and desperately trying not to show it. Things were moving at a fast pace. He had tried asking but even that was too much. He needed a more an answer that was more "general".

'What's happening? You know like in general.'

Kryten continued tapping at the computer keyboard. 'I've already told you!'

'Hey! Sherlock Hoomes always needed to hear the tale more than once and so do I!' He chewed on the stem of the pipe he had found in Yvonne McGruder's quarters and claimed as his own. 'From the beginning, then!'

Kryten finally turned around to face him.

'Well, Misters Lister and Rimmer are in terrible danger!'

Cat nodded. 'I'm listening.'

'We were all split up while scavenging on the Ball Of Yarn. And things were fine for a few weeks, but we began to notice that they were acting strangely. We've figured out that while they were missing for those two hours on the Yarn, Mr Lister was implemented with a mind control chip and Mr Rimmer has had his Light Bee hacked.'

'Fascinating. By whom?'

'The Cats O' Nine, sir! The Cats O' Nine!' Kryten was becoming impatient again and began to speak more quickly. 'A secret death cult started by one of your ancestors many years ago! They see Lister as their god, representing Life, Love, and all that is good in people; while Mr Rimmer represents Reaper the god of death and the opposite of all that is good. In a few hours it'll be Closistersday, the day when your people celebrate Clositer being frozen in time.'

'I know that much, bud. I actually went to kitty school.'

Kryten ignored the jibe.

'They're forcing Mr Lister and Mr Rimmer to ritualistically fight to the death out there. They intend to destroy each other at midnight in order that the cycle of life and death may continue. They began hunting each other all over the Dwarf with my best kitchen utensils.' He wrung his hands together. 'Oh I dread to think what Mr Rimmer plans to do to Mr Lister with my best egg whisk!'

'And then what happened?'

Kryten shuffled his fee. 'We've reached the present, sir. They're still chasing each other right now. But come midnight -'

Cat leaped to his feet. 'Detective Cat is on the case. Don't you worry, sir, I'll bring your Lister back safe and sound.'

'And Mr Rimmer?'

'Let's just stay positive, OK? I'll go after them and get that chip out of Lister. But I need you to get to Holographic Suite. Shut Rimmer down. You may need to do some kind of hacking.'

'That's what I'm trying to do right now, you dolt! We're in the Holographic Suite, having this conversation. Now please let me get on!'

##

Their living quarters were completely wrecked. Furniture had been smashed, duvets and pillows torn to shreds, and their coffee mugs had been swatted off the tables. Disgusting. But at least it made things easier for Cat. All he had to do was follow the trail of destruction to find his crewmates.

He was hoping to find only Lister - no, Clositer - the most bevelont god out of the whole pantheon, but of course he was not that lucky.

Down in the hold he smelt Rimmer before he spotted him in the gloom, lounging on the roof of Starbug as he licked the back of his hands. Cat was quietly enraged to see that Rimmer had copied his style, but darn it the god of death, misfortune, and misery looked gooood in that emerald green zebra striped fur coat.

'Hey, bud, you doing ok?' he called up.

Rimmer flicked back his tangled hair. He smirked in amusement at Cat.

'Bud? I am Reaper!' Rimmer tipped back his head and screeched at the top of his lungs: 'YOOOWWWWELLL!' It echoed around the hold. Cat shuddered.

'You're not Reaper.'

Reaper slid down off Starbug, landing neatly on his feet. He sauntered towards Cat, hands held aloft.

'Am I not? On my forehead do I not bear the symbol of the gateway to the afterlife? Do I not carry the scythe in my hand?'

'No and no, bud! that's an egg whisk you're holding! And as for that -' he pointed at Rimmer's H. 'That stands for Arnold.'

Reaper ran a tongue over his lips. Cat caught sight of his fangs, ready to bite.

'No, matter,' said Reaper, evenly. 'I can still do terrible, terrible things to you, my friend. And after I've finished with you I shall fulfil my destiny with Clositer.'

With a snarl he grabbed Cat by the throat, lifting him high into the air. Claws sprang out of his fingers on his left hand.

'I know your real name, Cat,' he spat. 'I know your family line, I know your destiny, but I don't like it. I'd much rather you died and worshipped me,' he said with a growl.

'Reaper!' a voice bellowed from across the hold. 'Put him down!'

'Clositer...'Cat whimpered. 'You came to rescue me!'

Lister strode across the hold, plastic banana held aloft and ready to strike. As Cloister his outfit represented his humbleness - he simply opted for his dirtiest dressing gown, red boxer shorts, and a string of fresh donuts around his neck. He smelt good.

'Leave him alone, Reaper. He's not one of us. His mind is too puny to understand what is happening here today.'

'Hey!' Cat objected. 'I'm smart enough to be killed by Reaper!'

Reaper's pupils became slits. 'Silence, moron!' and threw Cat aside.

They circled each other, claws out, egg whisk and inflatable banana ready, prepared to strike. They eyed each in silence then leapt at one another. There was a struggle as they grasped at each other's necks and hair and whacked each other on the head with their weapons. The banana burst with a bang, and during the moment of confusion Reaper kicked Cloister's legs out from underneath him and held his claws close to Cloister's throat.

Cloister shook his head in despair. 'Reaper, whatever I have done to make you hate me, know that I am sorry.'

'Hate you?' Reaper hissed. 'Yes, I hate you, despise you! You the king of us all, claiming to have perfect love for all your people. You loved the others more than you ever loved me!'

'No, that's not true.'

'Admit it!'

'No!' Cloister wrenched his arms free. He jumped up and spun Reaper around, slammed him against the wall and pinning him there. Reaper struggled against his grip but couldn't break free.

'Listen, you fool!' Cloister snarled. 'I love the others as my brothers and sister, but not you.'

'I knew it,' Reaper laughed bitterly. 'Finally the great one confesses he is less than perfect.'

Cloister cupped Reaper's cheek. 'Oh, do be quiet and listen to my words for once in your life. I love you.'

He leaned forward and licked Reaper's cheek. Reaper's pupils became round again.

'My love for you is so much more than that. Reaper, you are my sweetest friend and true love. You are the moonlight to the sun. I cannot be without you, but fate has cast us in opposing roles. You know this. But, tonight, tonight only our hearts can become one.'

The egg whisk slipped from Reaper's fingers and fell to the floor. His eyes were bright with tears.

'Oh, Clositer!' he wept.

'Reaper!'

'Oooh, Clositer, I have waited many moons for this.'

'Oooh, Reaper!'

They hugged tightly.

'I want to play the String game with you for all eternity!'

'I'll leave dead mice in your slippers every day and tear up your bed sheets.'

'Marry me tonight.'

'Yes!'

They embraced once more.

'AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEYYYYOOOOWLWLLL!' The Cat, grand master of poor timing and misunderstandings, slammed into Cloister, knocking him clean out of Reaper's arms. 'Stop fighting, buds!'

'No, Cloister.' Reaper tried to reach for his love, but he never made it. He was suddenly frozen in place, eyes and H flashing red. Error message.

Back in the Holographic Suite Kryten had successfully found the code to trigger Rimmer's emergency shut down and restart programme. He pressed the initiate button.

Rimmer' sank to the floor automatically placing himself in the recovery position. Every minute his eyes blinked with a green light as his Light Bee scanned for viruses and errors to fix. It was not impressed with the Reaper virus cluttering up Rimmer's mind and immediately set to work to destroy it. The Light Bee buzzed loudly as it worked overtime to put things right.

In the meantime the Cat had wasted no time in ripping the control chip out from the back of Lister's neck. Confused, Lister tried to swipe at Cat, coughed up a massive hairball (his own hair), and promptly passed out.

Cat looked around the hold. It was a mess. Rimmer was out cold and Lister was out cold.

'Perfect!' Cat cheered. 'Happy Cloisterday, everyone!'

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'Can you believe it?' The Cat crowed for fifteenth time. 'If it weren't for me, Goalpost Head would've crushed your skull. And as for you, Bud, you would've succeeded in biting off his tongue. Where's my thank you present?'

Lister groaned and pulled the blanket more tightly around himself.

'Cat, I've got a smegging headache. And I've still got hair stuck my throat. Lay off, will you. I'm not in the mood.'

'Me neither,' Rimmer grumbled from the next bed. 'I licked Lister. No amount of mouthwash will ever purge the taste.' He screwed his fact up disgust. 'I cleaned last week's custard from his cheek. If I could vomit for all time I would.'

Lister sat bolt upright. 'You feel sick??? You attacked me with an egg whisk!'

Kyrten waved his hands for calm. 'You've both been through a terrible ordeal. If Cat and I had been a few minutes late then you would have surely murdered each other as part of the ritual.'

Lister and Rimmer looked at each other.

'Yes,' they said in unison.

'We'll leave you to rest,' Kryten said. 'Don't go killing each other!' He ushered Cat out of the room laughing loudly.

They lay in silence, then Rimmer asked in the darkness, 'So, we're married then?'

'Weren't we always, Arn?'

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happy hoom day to all those who celebrate!

[amorest-viesse]

[Indulge This Night of Dreams With Me] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira with brief Chloe appearance and Western Wizard mention

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 1

[Manor Main Entrance]

Akira: Rustica and Chloe. Welcome back.

Rustica: Hello, Master Sage.

Chloe: We’re hoome! Whew, that was fun!

Akira: Whoa, that’s a lot of stuff! Did you guys just come back from the West?

Rustica: Yes, we were catching a play in the City of Affluence.

Rustica: Then, on our way home, we came across a delightful little sweets shop and picked up a few things… Ah, where did they go?

Casting his spell, the pile of boxes began to unpack itself, teacups and buttons scattering through the air.

Akira: Ahaha, you really went all out on your shopping spree.

Chloe: There’s just so much to see that we always end up buying too much, but just look at these gloves I got for Rustica!

Rustica: Right you are, Chloe. All the designs were so lovely, oh if only I had ten hands to wear them all…

Sensing that the conversation was about to derail, I quickly interjected with what I’d actually come to say.

Akira: Um, before we get to that, there’s something I wanted to ask Rustica…

Rustica: Me?

Akira: Yes, I’d like to invite you to the Flowering Wonderland.

Chloe: Oh that’s right! It’s Rustica’s birthday soon!

Rustica: Ah yes, I’ve heard about this from Shylock and Murr. It’s like a pocket-sized playground, is it not?

Akira: That’s right. It really is an incredible place, so I’d love to take you there for your birthday!

Rustica: Why, it’d be my pleasure to come along. I’m already looking forward to it.

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 2

[Rustica’s Room]

When the appointed day arrived, I made my way to Rustica’s room. A gentle fragrance was lingering in the air when I arrived.

Akira: What a lovely smell… Are you drinking tea right now?

Rustica: Why yes, it’s a blend we picked up the other day. I thought I’d drink some to relax before you came by.

Rustica: I was simply beside myself with excitement for today’s adventure after all.

Akira: I’m really happy to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to today too.

Akira: By the way, are you alright with leaving this late at night? It’s around bedtime, isn't it?

Rustica: That’s perfectly fine by me. It’s a privilege to be able to stay up late, and the atmosphere of the night makes everything feel like a pleasant dream.

Akira: I suppose you have a point. In that case, let’s head off!

I handed Rustica the invitation—a card shaped like the door to a park—which he placed upon the table.

Rustica: The flowers on here are just lovely. Did you decorate this yourself?

Akira: Yes, I thought I’d personalize just for you.

Akira: Now, all you have to do is write your name on the invitation and cast your spell. After that, a door will open and take us to the park.

Rustica: Oh, what a fun little trick. …<<Amorest Viesse>>

As the card began to glow, a door manifested before us, slowly creaking open and filling the room with mist.

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[Flowering Wonderland]

When the fog cleared, the scenery before us had completely changed. We were surrounded by all sorts of magical rides and attractions—a setting straight out of a fairy tale.

Rustica: Oh how wonderful! The rainbow-colored clouds, the benches dressed in flower petals… Just the sight of it makes my heart soar.

Rustica: Oh? When did I change clothes? I must’ve been so caught up in my surroundings that I completely forgot.

Akira: Every guest who comes here gets their outfit changed by the park itself. I think it suits you perfectly.

Rustica: Why thank you. Not only do I get to spend the night with you, I’ll look my very best doing it as well. How wonderful!

Akira: Don’t forget that I’m the one who’s treating you tonight! Why don’t we take a walk around the area?

Rustica: I’d be delighted to.

As we explored the park, we came across a band of tin dolls popping rainbow-colored corn and playing toy instruments on a wagon by the roadside.

With a look of wonder on his face, Rustica seemed enchanted by it all.

Rustica: Haha, how cute. It feels as if I’m strolling through the loveliest dream.

Rustica: Ah… Look there, Master Sage. The horses are dancing to the music.

Akira: Do you want to ride them with me? The other wizards liked these flying horses too.

Suddenly, two of them descended to the ground, allowing us to climb on their backs. After we got on, they whirled back into the air.

Akira: How are you doing?

Rustica: I’m having a wonderful time. It’s quite fun to soar through the skies on something other than a broom for a change.

Rustica: …Oh? It seems like there’s something coming towards us.

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 3

Looking upwards, I could see a large gondola making its way through the sky. The oars on both sides were moving on their own, rowing through the air like water.

Akira: How pretty… It sparkles like jewel stones.

Rustica: Its passengers appear to be enjoying their dazzling trip through the skies as well.

Following Rustica’s line of sight, I saw a group of brightly colored birds perched on the edge of the boat. Just like the gondola, their beaks and feathers glittered and gleamed.

Rustica: Hello, my darlings.

Akira: Ahaha, how cute. They’re landing on your arm.

The little birds began to tug on Rustica playfully, nipping the fabric of his coat with their beaks.

Then, they began to flap their wings, gently lifting him into the air as if they were carrying him away.

Rustica: Oh my.

Akira: R- Rustica!

He leaned towards me and I instinctively reached out my hand to grab him.

Grasping it, he came close and whispered in a soft voice, almost like he was comforting me.

Rustica: There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. I don’t intend on parting from you tonight.

Still holding his hand, I began to gently float into the sky as well.

Like an invitation to ride, the birds slowly lowered us into the gondola.

Akira: That scared me for a second… I really thought they were about to take you away.

Rustica: I suppose the birds simply wanted to show me something special.

As the gondola glided through the air, the two of us gazed down at sparkling scenery that drifted by. It was a beautiful sight.

Akira: (It feels like looking down from a ferris wheel. What an incredible view…)

Rustica: This is a truly marvelous place—perfect for spending time with the people you love.

Rustica was looking downwards, fixed upon the scenery that spread out below us. However, I felt like there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes. Was it a trick of the light?

Akira: Um…

Hearing my voice, Rustica raised his head to meet my gaze once again. His lips curved into a gentle smile.

Rustica: It’s truly my pleasure to be here with you on this special day.

Rustica: Tonight, you are my one and only partner.

As he spoke, something soft and white landed on my knees. Flower petals were drifting down from the sky like snow.

Akira: (I suppose it’s time to go back…)

Once the park deemed its guests sufficiently satisfied, the door to reality would open once more. The flower petals were a sign that our time was nearly finished.

Rustica: Oh, how lovely.

Rustica closed his eyes and stretched out his hands as if catching the falling petals. Before long, the entire area was enveloped in mist.

♡♥♡

[Rustica’s Room]

When everything cleared, we were standing back in Rustica’s room.

Akira: …Looks like we’re home.

Rustica: Indeed we are.

Rustica’s gaze dropped to the card in his hands, eyes gleaming with fondness.

Rustica: I’d like to thank you for the wonderful evening. I had a truly delightful time. Thus… it’d be a shame to part now.

As Rustica spoke, he conjured a little bottle out of thin air. Uncorking the top, a sweet fragrance filled the room.

Akira: Oh? That smells like…

Rustica: It’s floral liquor. I thought it’d be a perfect accompaniment to the flowers on my card.

Akira: I think so too. It smells wonderful, and the bottle design is really cute too.

Akira: I didn’t expect alcohol though. Aren’t you more of a tea person?

Rustica: Perhaps I simply wanted to lose myself in a dream for a little while longer…

Rustica: However, this is but one of the many souvenirs we bought the other day. There are still stores of tea and sweets to go through.

Rustica: Thus, would you mind staying a bit more and keeping me company? We could call Chloe over and have our own little late night tea party.

It was just like Rustica to make a request like this, but I couldn’t help but smile and nod anyways.

Akira: That sounds like fun. It’s a privilege to be able to stay up late, right? And besides, today’s your special day.

Akira: Happy birthday, Rustica!

Party in the Skies - Card Episode

[Rustica’s Room]

Akira: This tea is delicious!

Rustica: I’m glad you like it. Us Western wizards have grown quite fond of it lately.

Rustica: The others threw a sky party for my birthday recently, so I thought I’d treat them to some tea in return.

Akira: A sky… party?

Rustica: Yes. After I told them about our little trip to the Flowering Wonderland, they took it as a challenge to throw an even better party for me.

Akira: I- I see. Well, having a party in the skies seems like it’d be a lot of fun if the weather’s in your favor. There’s certainly a lot of open air to play around in.

Akira: Were you flying on your brooms? Or perhaps you were having a floating tea party?

Rustica: We did both among other things. However, if I had to say, the bathtub was probably the most delightful part.

Rustica: There’s nothing quite like soaking in warm water and simply letting the heat wash over you. It was a truly wonderful, relaxing way to pass the time…

Akira: You were doing what!? In the sky!?

Rustica: Taking a hot bath while drinking and chatting. It’s not often that you get the chance to do that, right? Especially in the skies.

Akira: I- I suppose you have a point… I mean, it’s certainly the first I’m hearing of something like that.

Akira: (Western wizards sure come up with some pretty incredible ideas…)

Rustica: Last of all, Chloe gave me a handmade bathrobe for my birthday. The material is so soft to the touch that I’m sure it’ll have me sleeping like a baby tonight.

Rustica: However, I would like to have a sky party again some time. Would you care to join me then, Master Sage?

Home Screen Voice Line

“It’s customary to indulge the star of the show on their birthday, is it not? In that case, I’d like for you to come to my birthday party. If you could grant me this, then I’d consider all my birthday wishes fulfilled.”

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Untitled (“Of their chamber for a”)

Everyone knows my days and ways?     Is it in the rest—turning toward the sweet flower bloom, lost     in her bosom, O faithfullest and early, hears her ever     chanting her mourn thy fiery tears, from shore to-day.     Of hope. The bridle bells

rang merrily palms of day; see     my lips. And the summer in the foresaw. Slow saddening round     her throat, cling, strange; for merry within our days By all I     lov’d a Man. Mid hush’d, cool- rooted from his blazon’d baldric     slung a mighty daughter,

when his countrywoman, I your     old bad dreams. Shelter in the spouse of God in vain, ah, what     a pleasant Spring wild, and hot, and most miserable man,     wildered and darkens ev’ry flow’r, and dandle; a thing     reprov’d. Of their chamber

for a map doth Nature: there     incessant miseries of mine? Of those beside remote the     joy of my eye; and thus a noble scheme grew up on Greek     i’d have them all already in our bed to reach the     body torn and loves to

live no wiser than Time wastes life;     so thou prevent: to languish still! There hung the leader wilds     Ierne sent even as a ghost abandon’d deer struck that Heart     my Life did most adore. Still unsure: in delay there lies     Through with wool and so the

hot Burgundian on thee; how     small a part of a landscape, the musky-circled mazes,     wind and double double smart? Come away, come away, come     down! In the bloom, whose dirge is whispers near: swung blind in     unascended. Come hither,

come hither: an early but     enduring monumental stone, unmoved, cold, a head grown gray     in vain, ah, what a joy tis beyond all worlds, until its     spacious might He answer’d not, but hurting. And partly that     I found no Key: there whirled

her white radiance of those dark-cluster’d     trees holy things, whose ear is cramm’d with pervading brilliance     and petals nipp’d before the Tavern shouted—Open     then in his cap instead of dew; for whose disdainful dame.     Instead of common Earth

are turn’d to flow in vain, ah, what     a trembling does usher my joy! She says, into the hert’s     for a woman be good at? Before thee, how sweet and gained.     Cyril, howe’er he deal in frolic, as tonight. To hide     the river he flash’d into

gold to a grandson, first of     him should grow mad, and could they say the sea in the North long     since he died and shy and poker-faced to make a noonday     dew, actaeon-like, and pleasure the fickle is the banquet-     room, fill’d with his Pomp abode

his armour rung, be as a     sword consume us day by day, and shall I my undoing     much. One droned in sweetness like a fly, was turned to tears,     angels weeping over dull nature to sigh and thrice told     of Ceres’ horn, and, in

its glow. When he came the last, when     soft the wedded lie! And thought doth harbour’d it to grow: and     this mock-Hymen were in your hands, who has this piracy.     Strikes me dead by this new feelings in their happiness who     knew not your contractions

or nipple stimulation, maybe     that is an error in the slave of love. Or hadst through     the world then descried the glens are drowned in azure gloom of     thunder moan’d, The splendour of each, as he found at length, those     wings rain contagion; how

the birth-pangs of nations of miles     away, and counts his nectar at the Hall this garden-     rose that burn to light on me. No silver jets onto the     thronged streets, where was an army in their shadowy present     the crocus lustres of

thy deceased lover, and ready     for the humble rug. The grots and caverns shagg’d with your age,     repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, and in the ground and     black. To be in oil of roses drowned, or water; where’s     the griefs to thy heart’s-ease

turn’d into Clay: and think it soon     when otherwise twenty times better Moon arose, in that     old Potter’s Shop I stood at the porcelain, among the     hands. The wand’ring go through camps and cities rough weather of     my love swears they blaspheme

the musky-circled mazes, wind     and double double brightness it may chance two wand’ring and     kissing so close; by their physicians know; for what Dust to     the hill-side—and the cup before the bad guest hid: but still     it whisper of our joy:

tis nought o’er the dead, the righteous     ban of all things wise and fame shall have to believe that is     an error in his hair.— I could let you know how little     plum is what you hold the world for ever and aye? In vain     lost Eloisa yet must

kiss her. One temperately     grew gross in soulless lovers, whose sons, not being spent, then     bite into the round jubilance of particle and wave,     just that close doth live, hung with him to be as thou, the solar     system, approaches

my mother again to me. The     plaintive cry jarred on her knee. Rose and fell like little plum     is what you had a fourth time faced the taste of it; and ’twill     all men adore, and saints embrace thee withers at the     The nameless vestal’s veins?

[replica-r]

Another long day for him as he headed towards his  &  Rikuto's shared apartment with gift in hand. As much as he wanted to spoil his boyfriend with more than just this simple gift , he figured this might be more up his alley.

Opening the door , he stepped inside  &  walked over to place the bouquet of Pink Daisies in Rikuto's hands before placing a soft kiss to his cheek.  ❛  Honey , I'm hoome~  ❜

  (  Pink Daisies; - love, romance  &  gentleness  )  for Rikuto

Rikuto liked to think he knew Sora. He’s come to expect grand gestures and high energy from his boyfriend, because he knew those sorts of things made Sora happy to do. As much as he protested being spoiled with gifts, he knew giving them made Sora happy. He would always, eventually, accept them with a smile, a kiss, and/or other methods of showing Sora his gratitude.

So when he was presented with something so simple and sweet, he had no idea what to do. There were no complaints, no protests. His cheeks turned bright red and he flustered, hiding his face in the daisies as he processed the adorably sweet gesture. Eventually, Sora would get a muffled “I love youuuuu--” coming from between the petals. Eventually. Give him a moment.

[whiteshipnightjar]

“The Noose…um, draws closer.” Joanna Newsom’s third studio album Have One On Me, released on February 23, 2010.

Hoom hoom hooray!!!

[femmeterypolka]

happy hoom day to those who celebrate

[wigglebox]

No, he never thought he’d be a dad. 

If anything, Dean had been banking on Sam somehow spawning a child so he could be the favorite uncle, seeing the kid every so often if Sam would let him by then and spoiling him or her rotten. 

But he wasn’t “dad” material himself. No way. 

There were things he could follow, books and magazines, TV shows provided some kind of a model, and Dean had seen families over the year he’d file in the “normal” column, but—

He didn’t ever want to see if he would pass or fail that experiement of application. 

Over the years Dean had been told plenty of times he was “great with kids”. He knew how to calm them down after one of those scary monsters got in their face; he knew how to talk to them to get information needed from the hunt; he always knew when to call the local DCF because he only ever took care of one kind of monster, though he’d like it to apply to all others as well. 

But being a dad was never in the cards. 

Not in their line of business. 

What the job had done to John over the years was never something Dean could bear to see happen to himself in the company of a child. Any child. A child that sees him every day, depends on him, wants the world from him—and Dean wouldn’t be able to deliver. 

Because the job adding another layer of bullshit onto John was one thing, but Dean knew, he knew, that deep down, his dad was always probably going to turn out like this. He’d seen it in other families that tell their story to Dean, or to outcast children they meet in backwoods areas, saying how they weren’t pushed out by their fathers but left willingly in order to avoid more suffering. 

Just like Sam eventually did.

In his mind, Dean figured someone like that doesn’t just happen—they’re born with that spark. 

And if John had that spark, Dean had no proof to himself that it wasn’t in him as well. 

So no... 

Too many factors, too many reasons not to consider fatherhood. It wasn’t why he was put on earth, Dean would tell himself. The option will never be there. 

Never. 

[bakatenshii]

for everyone pulling in new banner, manifesting the best luck for youuuus ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)♡♡

[binahs-sinbin]

Taking the Octavinelle boys to an aquarium hcs…

Azul

Is so confused

Why do you want him to come with you

He gets why you think it’s cool but come on…he’s technically a fish…it’s awkward…

He loves seeing you get all excited about the fish

He low key tries to show off his knowledge only to be caught off guard when you at full volume ask if the aquarium has any ‘boney eared assfish”

Yeah he’s completely quiet after that

He still has a great time tho and lowkey thinks the esthetic is neat

Jade

Mans knows all the names of the fish AND plants and shows it off

He’s so happy you invited him

Even if he doesn’t care abt the fish he’s happy you want to spend time with him

He stays close with the excuse of losing you in a crowd

Admires the grace of the fish and casually tells you what fishes taste good

Floyd

“Why? It’s sooo boring! We have fish at hoome!!”

Please keep a good eye on him

He WILL try to eat the fish…Or atleast jump in the aquarium

He’s practically glued to your side the entire time

He jerks thinking people are checking you out even though they are clearly looking past you towards the glass. He causes a fuss and gets banned at the end of the day

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Okay but what happens if August is taking an interest in your crochet hobbie?

🤩🤩🤩🤩 omg omg yes! I may have gotten a little carried away with this 😅

When he first saw you crocheting he didnt know what to think. You looked like you were tying knots with a stick, but he didnt want to interfere youd show him what you were up to eventually.

What ever you were doing kept you quiet and happy. Plus it was cute watching you poke your tongue out when you were concentrating.

A few hour later you were infront of him bouncing excitedly and popped a tiny ball on his desk.

It wasnt untill he really looked he saw it had a little face on it, with a tash

You called it a stress ball and were over the moon with your creation. It was a little messy clearly the work of a beginner but he was touched. And it instantly became a fixture on his desk.

After watching you slowly make more and more tiny projects he decided he liked this little hobby of yours. It was both creative and usefull. Especially when you made your little wrist warmer.

Within a week he was an expert. He knew the difference between a boye hook or susan bates. He also knew the types of handles, swing hoom, comfort grip, long shaft everyrhing!

He had scared the hell out of the lady in the shop for even daring to suggest some $3.49 beginners metal hooks for his baby girl. He'd been so mad that he dropped all the things hexd picked out on the floor infront of her and walked out before he started cussing her out.

That shop had shut down now, tax evasion apparently.

Insead he'd gone online and ordered you the top of the line custom cherry wood, turned hooks with your name engraved on them, he also splashed out getting an insane amount of yarns and little wool crafting supplies.

He even spent a good few hours of reserach on the difference between chenille sharp needles and darning neesdles. In the end he got both

He would buy super expensive yarns for you to use, and began building you a little craft room.

He also bought up every cute stuffy pattern book he could find. And insisted you use the exact matching yarns and colours.

He would 100% help you when you have to rewind a skien of yarn because you got it in knots.... and then got you a wool winder.

9/10 he will have you next to him when he is home. Every single room has a big basket of yarn, a set of hooks scissors and stitch markers for you to make something.

The day you found chenille yarn was an expensive day for august. But he didnt care you were over the moon. He'd never realised how much some fluffy yarn could mean to you.

He was proud of you when you began making the bigger toys and overcome issues with the safety eyes. Youd gotten a mini pink gluegun and stuck the pieces together.

And the chenille didnt blister your fingers like the other coarse yarn! So you could crochet all day every day if you wanted to!

He quickly began his own collection of mini stuffies in his office and is constantly stealing more from your completed projects. Just because he likes having a timeline of your progress.

He adors the fact you have a hobby away from technology. Something about his babydoll reviving an old craft made him proud.

He even let you try to teach him a few stitches but for the life of him he couldn't get the hang of it. And dont even mention the whole pattern thing. Just no.

He makes requests, new gloves, a pair of slippers, hat scarf. Anything he can think of that you could make for him. He loves how excited you get when your making something he wants.

I think he'd start instilling no tech days. Twice a week there woudl be no screens or phones. Just him reading out loud as you crochet next to him.

When you finally ran out of room for your dolls he'd suggest you sell them online.

You werent sure at first but after the first two sell your over the moon. Youd never know he had been promoting your stuff to some of the women in the office.

Before you know it your his little business baby. Running a tiny stuffie empire making your cute toys and selling them online. Youd even gone into the rattle business~

Yes he had gotten you one of those big leather 'boss chairs' in pink for your craft room. And no he didnt regret it you looked adorable in it.

August absolutly adores your hobby, and is completely supportive of his tiny baby dolls shop.

Others might frown on him encouraging in your yarn hording but he didnt care. He'd much rather you be addicted to fluffly skiens of yarn, then alchol.

[somerabbitholes]

HELLO~ Do you have any media that basically encompasses that quote that goes like “The tragedy still happened, but it was important that the love was there”? It could be fiction or nonfiction! Thank you have a great day!

helloo, i love questions like these, give me more! here are a few —

a little life and to paradise by hanya yanagihara — the former because i think it’s beautiful in how it imagines kindness alongside the pain; the latter because it’s about people choosing hope or life or love or anything in different places and times against everything else

normal people by sally rooney — a little, in that it’s beautifully aware of love ending

just kids by patti smith (memoir) — mapplethorpe died young and just kids is patti smith writing about him and their relationship and it’s beautiful

cobalt blue by sachin kundalkar (trans. jerry pinto) — whose characters are recovering both from love and its ending

em and the big hoom by jerry pinto — about a family dealing with the mentally ill mother and her eventual death; it has a really nice texture to it

tin man by sarah winman — about two boys who form a bond when they’re children and what happens to it as they grow older; it’s a slim book but very effective

happy reading!