#hearts sent soaring ☕️

[peachypizzicato]

life is kicking my ass but at least there is new carrd

up to date as of: november 1st, 2023

[lalacliffthorne]

a grey windy autumn day requires three things - walks, cinnamon and hugs. ☕️☁️

(this is a public service announcement; the first fall drabble has dropped and I am back on my bullshit. make yourselves some hot choc (with whipped cream), and curl up.)

The wind swept through my hair as I held my face into the strong breeze and closed my eyes, feeling my heart flutter. The leaves of the trees were rustling, the wind so strong, it caused a rushing sound to rise and fall like the ocean as it swayed the branches, whirling golden and red leaves through the air.

It was the kind of wind that was so strong, it felt like it blew away all your worries until you felt light like one of the leaves, weightless and flying.

There was a slow, content sigh next to me, and when I cracked open one eye, Rhys was tipping his face towards the sky, hands buried in his pockets. The wind was tousling his dark hair, but his eyes were closed, face peaceful and relaxed.

Smiling widely, I turned my face into the wind again, breathing out and closing my eyes, feeling my heart soar like the kite a kid was flying down the wide hill.

"Tell me, what is it about autumn that feels like new beginnings?" Rhys' deep mumble made me smile wider.

"Getting philosophical with age, Rhysie?"

Rhys huffed and elbowed me into the side, and I giggled.

Heavy footsteps jogged up the hill to our right. I felt the wind whip through my hair, tearing at my clothes, cool and free.

"You two done meditating?" The deep call sounded just a little breathless as the footsteps slowed into a casual walk.

Grinning without opening my eyes, I tipped my head back a little bit more. Then the footsteps reached my side, and when I turned my head and opened my eyes, Cassian squinted into the pale beam of sunlight that had fought its way through the grey clouds. He was wearing running shoes, wide joggers and a skintight thermo longsleeve, the tip of his nose slightly pink as he sniffled and sent me a toothy grin, dimples forming in his cheeks. The wind was whipping through the dark strands of his hair that had come undone, and I bumped my elbow into his side and handed him the hoodie he had thrown at me the second time he'd jogged past and that I'd hugged to my chest to keep my hands warm.

Tugging it over his head, Cass buried his hands into the pockets and moved to tower next to me, blinking into the wind. Even after running four laps around the whole park I'd need more than an hour to cross at a leisurely pace, he was just barely out of breath. "What are we doing?"

"Nothing." Exhaling softly and closing my eyes again, I felt my shoulders relax and smiled when the wind blew through my hair, carrying the sent of moss and leaves.

Cassian huffed, and his biceps bumped into my shoulder. Then he sighed deeply, and when I cracked open an eye for just a second, he had his head tipped back and was squinting into the sky, a calm look on his face.

For a few minutes, no one spoke. The wind rushed through the leaves of the trees behind us, whipping my hair around my face, the sun fighting its way through the thick clouds and disappearing again. Then Cassian sniffled.

"Alright, that was fun, let's go." I could feel him turn and broke into a laugh, and when I opened my eyes, Cass was grinning, his shoulders pulled up against the wind, nose crunched.

"Fine." I bumped my shoulder into his side, then I turned around. The boys followed me onto the small trail leading over the hill, then Rhys looked down at me and offered me his elbow, and I smiled widely and linked my arm through his. Cassian sniffled against the cold, waiting until I had slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow as well before tucking his arms in tightly, leaning into me heavily. I broke into a giggle fit, nearly tumbling into Rhys' side, and Cass grinned and straightened again, squinting into a ray of sunlight. "Fuck, it's cold."

"I know..." Sighing happily, I leaned my head back. "I love it."

By the time we turned into our street, we were windswept, Rhys' nose was as pink as Cassian's, and I was finally just a little too cold.

Waiting until Rhys had checked the mailbox, I darted past Cassian when he opened the front door, shivering dramatically as I skipped up the stairs after Rhys and hopping on the spot when he unlocked the door to the flat. Then I squeezed past him and groaned happily when warmth hit my face. "Yesss..."

Cassian snickered, kicking off his shoes, and Rhys grinned, letting the door fall shut. For a second, there was chaos as everyone got rid of shoes, jackets and scarves, then Rhys stepped into the kitchen and Cassian headed for the bathroom. My eyes got caught on a pair of black boots next to my sneakers, then I shivered and darted towards my door.

When I emerged again a few minutes later, I was wearing soft pyjama pants, bundled up in a t-shirt that smelled like it might be Rhys', a thick sweatshirt and fluffy socks. The shower was running, and the smell of hot chocolate wafted through the air. Feeling my heart thrum happily, I slid down the hall, giggling to myself, before shuffling into the kitchen.

Rhys was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot, and I squeezed past him and huddled into my sweatshirt, pressing my nose against the window. The sky had gotten even darker, the wind whipping leaves through the street, and as I watched, the first drops of rain hit the window.

Rhys grumbled a curse, and when I unstuck myself from the window and looked over my shoulder, he glared into the cookie jar. "I need to start hiding these."

Propping an an arm onto his shoulder, I rose to the tip of my toes to peak into the jar. It was empty except for some crumbs at the bottom.

"Huh." Looking up at him, I felt a slow, mischievous smile spread over my face. "Do we have cinnamon?"

"Of course." Rhys crunched his brows and closed the jar. "What do you take me for, an amateur?"

"Never." I squinted. "So does that mean we have butter, and flour, and yeast?"

Rhys blinked, then he looked down at me. I raised my brows, slowly starting to smile widely.

"Hey, it's autumn. And it's cold. It's sort of the only logical thing to bake -"

"Cinnamon rolls,", we finished in unison, and Rhys started smirking and pinched my nose.

"Sneaky."

"Shneaky." I plopped back down onto my heels, poking his side. "You get the ingredients, I get the utensils?"

"Deal." Rhys slipped an arm around my waist and easily slid me out of the way, then he opened the cabinets, and I turned to pull the big bowl from the shelf.

When Cassian emerged in the doorway a while later, Rhys had just turned off the stand mixer, spreading a towel over the bowl and sliding into the warm oven. The speakers were playing my autumn playlist, the candles were flickering and raindrops pounded against the windows.

"Whipped cream?" I squinted in concentration as I poured hot chocolate into a mug.

"Are you kidding?" Cassian crunched his brows and placed a palm on my head as Rhys opened a cabinet, gently pulling me out of the way and into his chest to keep me from a head bump. "Of course, sweetheart, where's the fucking fun without?"

"Hey, at least you earned it, you ran more miles today than I did the last year,", I mumbled drily.

"Fuck that, man, I'd have hot chocolate with whipped cream even if I'd been lying on the couch the past year." Cassian took the mug I handed him and dropped his head to press a dramatic kiss onto my hair, and I giggled.

"Hey, is Az still in his room?" Cass pushed past me, plopping onto the couch and licking some whipped cream off his thumb.

"I don't know, his boots are at the door though." Rhys dropped the last spoon into the dishwasher. Then he straightened and raised his brows at me, his eyes twinkling. "Mind checking on him, love? You're the one least likely to be scowled at."

Cassian chuckled, and I rolled my eyes and turned around, trying to fight the skip in my chest and biting down a ridiculously wide smile.

The sound of the music and Rhys's and Cassian's deep voices softened when I stepped into the hall. Azriel's jacket was there too, just like his helmet, and I slipped my sweater sleeves over my hands before gently knocking at his door.

There was no answer, and I carefully opened it and stuck my head into the room. "Az?"

My gaze flickered over the unmade bed over to the desk, and something in my chest skipped softly.

The lamp next to the desk was switched on, and its warm golden light dunked Azriel's face in shadows, illuminating the planes of his cheekbones, his straight nose and the crease between his brows as he glowered at the screen of his laptop.

He'd decided to make use of the abysmal weather of the past few days and sort his photographs. They had taken over his bedroom lately, flowing out of the boxes on his shelves, covering ever available surface. Just yesterday, his carpet had looked like a whole family's photographical evidence of twenty years had thrown up over his bedroom floor.

Now, most photographs had been sorted back into their boxes. A few stacks were still laying around and covering his desk, and I spotted a few sticking out of books, but it felt more like the organised chaos I was used to.

I loved stumbling upon pictures when reading Azriel's books, just opening another page and a photograph falling into my lap, often random snap shots of the boys or me.

But even though his room was back to his usual state, Azriel was brooding over his laptop. Judging by the scowl on his face, sorting through the digital copies he'd assembled was not as easy as organising the physical ones.

"Hey."

Azriel blinked, then he looked over his shoulder, and for a second, the grumpy look on his face deepened like he was getting ready to glower at whoever dared to interrupt him.

But then his eyes found me, half hanging through the door and sending him a cheeky smile, and his gaze softened. The crease between his brows smoothed over lightly, and his eyes, looking a little tired, dragged over my face like he had not just seen me this morning, causing my heart to leap gently into my throat.

Like he'd heard it, one corner of Azriel's lips curved just barely until the ghost of a crease formed in his cheek. Then he blinked and lightly raised a brow.

"What happened to not letting anyone interrupt me?"

His low, deep voice sent shivers down my spine, rough from disuse and vibrating with lazy amusement, and I shrugged and pushed the door open wider, sending him a crooked, cheeky smile.

"I said I wouldn't let the boys interrupt you, I never said anything about me."

Azriel slowly leaned back in his chair, lightly shifting his shoulders and stretching his neck as he sent me a light smirk, his amber eyes starting to twinkle a little as they dragged over my face. "Didn't you?"

Grinning, I hummed and shuffled over the hardwood floors until I was behind him. Then I slid my arms around his shoulders and squeezed tightly, exhaling and dropping my chin into the crook of his neck.

"Judging by the way you're glaring at the screen, it's not going well?"

Azriel breathed a huff, the light illuminating the deep furrow between his brows as he glowered at his laptop, his hand coming up to wrap around my wrist. His large palm was warm and his skin rough against mine as his thumb started to absentmindedly swipe over my pulse.

"Nope."

I winced and pressed my nose into his neck. "Sorry."

Azriel made a soft sound, but his body seemed to relax a little, melting back into mine even as his eyes kept glaring softly at the screen.

"Maybe it's time for a break?" I tipped my head to the side and raised my brows with a crooked, cheeky smile, something thrumming steadily against my ribs as my eyes flickered over Azriel's dark brows, the line of his lips and curve of his sharp jaw. "Cause right now, you look like you might just throw this thing out of the window any second."

Azriel huffed, but the corner of his lips quirked. My heart skipped into my throat at the sight of the crease appearing in his cheek, and quickly, I leaned forward, pressing my lips onto the dimple.

Something rose under my ribs, swelling when I felt the crease deepen. Then a soft chuckle vibrated through Azriel's body, and when I pulled back, my heart thrumming and breath catching as I started to grin at him, he shook his head slightly, his lips curving as he craned his neck a little to stare at me.

"You're not playing fair." His low, deep voice lazily rumbled through me, and something dipped over at the smirk tugging at his lips and his eyes burning into mine.

I shrugged and propped my chin onto his shoulder, blinking up at him innocently even as I fought a smile. "Is it working?"

Azriel stared at me, his smile deepening. Then he raised a brow. "If I promise to not throw anything, are you gonna let me finish?"

I squinted.

"How about a deal? You don't throw anything, and I will leave you alone until the cinnamon rolls are done. But when they are, you're finished for today, and you're gonna leave your little hole and play a game with us or something." I felt my lips curve slowly. "Deal?"

Azriel's gaze flickered over my face, and his amber eyes slowly started to twinkle until my breath caught in my throat. Then one corner of his lips curved, and his deep, rough voice vibrated through me.

"Deal."

Staring back, I felt my smile widen until it was bright and Azriel's eyes zeroed in on my lips, something sparking in the amber. His hand wrapped tighter around my wrist, and before I could even think about straightening up, he leaned in.

His nose brushed against mine and my heart caught in my throat. Then Azriel slowly, lazily pressed his lips onto mine.

My breath hitched, and without prompt, without as much as a thought, my body melted into him. My hand slipped up to curl into his hair, then I kissed back slowly, coaxing a soft, deep sound from Azriel's throat. His rough fingers slipped up my arm, causing heat to spread in their wake, then they cupped the side of my neck, his thumb slowly brushing down my throat, causing something to stagger under my ribs.

When I pulled back, my heart was pounding against my ribs, my throat was dry, and my head swimming. Swallowing softly, I blinked, and Azriel's gaze dragged over my face, golden, feverish, twinkling.

Barely biting back the ridiculously wide smile suddenly threatening to break over my face, I quickly leaned forward to press a kiss onto Azriel's cheek. Then I pushed myself up, squeezing his shoulders. "If you're not out by the time the rolls are ready, I'll send Cassian to get you."

Azriel huffed, but his lips were curving into a grin when he bumped his shoulder against my hip. Then he straightened again, and grinning widely, I turned around.

When I threw a quick look back at the door, he was staring after me, the ghost of a crease in his cheek, his smirk lazy and a twinkle in his eyes that caused my heart to leap.

By the time the rolls were glazed and finished, Azriel was sitting behind me on the couch, his head leaned back against the backrest, tired eyes twinkling as he stared at Rhys and Cassian bickering over the remote. Rain was drumming against the windows, the candles flickering on the coffee table as I sank my fork into the sweet smelling bun on my plate and turned to offer Az a piece, feeling him pull me closer as he propped his chin onto my shoulder and wordlessly accepted the bite even as his eyes twinkled like the flames.

Feeling my grin widens, I curled into him and sighed happily, breathing in the smell of cinnamon and chocolate. Then I huffed and felt my brows crunch as I stared at Cassian throwing a pillow at Rhys' head.

"Can we give them up for adoption or something?"

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[yoshi17here]

☕️⋆.ೃ࿔˚ 🥐⋆Cafe Date♡⋆.･🧋

YOSHI⋆˙⟡:

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small campus café as you settled into your favorite corner table, a steaming cup in hand. The chatter of students created a lively atmosphere, but you were lost in your own thoughts, flipping through your notes for the upcoming exam.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a gust of chilly autumn air swept through, making you shiver slightly. You glanced up just in time to see a tall figure step inside, shaking off raindrops from his umbrella. It was Soobin, a fellow student from your classes, but you had never really spoken beyond a polite nod in passing. Today, though, something felt different.

He glanced around the café, his eyes landing on you. A warm smile broke across his face, and you felt your heart race unexpectedly. He approached your table, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Hey, Y/N! Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice soft and inviting.

“Of course!” you replied, trying to sound casual as you motioned to the empty seat across from you.

As he sat down, the scent of his cologne wafted over, mixing with the coffee and creating a strangely comforting atmosphere. You both exchanged small talk about your classes and the impending exam, but as the conversation flowed, you found yourself more drawn to him than the material you were supposed to be studying.

“So, how’s your study session going?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his gaze focused on you.

“Honestly? I’m a little overwhelmed,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle. “I thought I’d be ready by now, but…”

“Same here,” he said, nodding understandingly. “But I think we’ll be okay. We can help each other out if you want?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. You had imagined studying together, but this felt like an invitation to something more. “I’d like that,” you replied, your smile widening.

The conversation shifted effortlessly, moving from academics to personal stories. You found out that Soobin loved playing the guitar, a passion he had pursued since high school, and he enjoyed exploring the city’s hidden gems. As you listened, you couldn’t help but admire the way he spoke with enthusiasm, his eyes lighting up at every word.

“Maybe you could show me some of your favorite spots sometime?” you suggested, emboldened by the warmth that filled the space between you.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you felt a rush of heat spread across your face. “Uh, well—”

He laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “I’m just teasing. I’d love to show you around. It’s a date.”

As you both shared another laugh, the atmosphere shifted again, the playful banter giving way to a more intimate connection. You found yourself getting lost in his gaze, the world around you fading as the laughter turned softer, more sincere.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if we weren’t just classmates?” Soobin asked, his voice suddenly serious.

You felt your heart race. “Sometimes. It’s nice to imagine… more.”

He leaned in closer, the distance between you shrinking. “Yeah, it is. I’ve thought about it a lot, actually. You’re really easy to talk to, Y/N.”

Before you could respond, he reached across the table, gently brushing his fingers against yours. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you felt a flutter in your stomach.

“Soobin, I—”

But he cut you off, his eyes searching yours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. “What if we made this more than just study partners? I mean, I’d really like to get to know you better… outside of class.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you nodded slowly. “I’d like that too. A lot.”

With that, he broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Great! How about we start with that coffee date this weekend? Just you and me?”

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, unable to hide your smile.

As you both shared another laugh, the café seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of newfound connection. The semester might be busy, but for the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be—sitting across from someone who could become so much more than a stranger.

And with that thought, you knew this was just the beginning of your story together.

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[badgertablet]

☕️ Opportunity the Mars Rover

kind of broke my heart, just a bit,, that sounds melodramatic, but like so much love and effort and tears were put into oppy? they did so much for science and really pushed the boundaries of what we knew about our universe so i’m really sad to see that they shut down. 

the final messages that they sent were achingly human. i don;t know if that was purposeful or not but “my batteries are getting low and it’s getting dark” really hits some deep unknown chord in me. it sounds a bit like a child to me, or some bit of something that’s purely human so the loss of oppy is actually hitting me pretty hard. 

what we send out into space is going to outlast us a long, long time, especially with how technology is developing. humanity is going to end up dying off and on far distant planets or soaring in between stars what we’ve sent off into the cosmos will be the last remnants of us. the earth will eventually swallow up what’s left, and bits of technology on barren planets or empty blackness will be the last echo of who we were and what we’ve done. in a sense, the last pieces of us will be continuing the journey onward in the golden discs we’ve painstakingly made and circuits we’ve wired, continuing the voyage into the unknown, a ghost and an immortal in one. 

[peachypizzicato]

oh for fucks sake

[peachypizzicato]

y’know what, i like you -transes your town doctor-