#it's like perfect running weather atm

[robustcornhusk]

deprived of my afternoon anime... forced to run outside in the harsh heat...

[ichigo-dream]

Leon Kennedy - Eating Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Dream and I were having a drinks sesh cause the weather is good with us atm, and we ended up having a full discussion about Leon and eating. We were discussing the criteria to qualify as what we have coined a “neo fem-boy”, and how Leon has a lilll bit of squish to him despite the muscle - cause baby boy likes to EAT (both figuratively and metaphorically). Leon canonically put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4, yet he still somehow looks a lil bit soft and squishy soooooo we had to write this shit down.

Basically we just wanna eat up soft Leon, enjoy~

SFW

It's established canon that this man wants dinner all the time (see Leon in Infinite Darkness and Damnation)

This boy is hobbit-coded - baby boy needs at least three square meals a day - we’re talking full fry up in the morning, actual lunch and a spread for dinner. Might even squeeze in brunch and supper while he’s at it.

Snack, snacks, snacks - always snacking on something.

Having low blood sugar and being in a relationship with Leon is a match made in Heaven.

Lil baby has a sweet tooth

His jacket and coat pockets will always have some form of sweet in them - gum, lollipops, hard boiled sweets, Tiic Tacs, jawbreakers,

Any time you’re in the car together or watching a film, you can hear the hard sugar shell clacking against his teeth.

Will hide food, and eat in bed - you get into bed after a long day and when your head hits the pillow, you’ll hear a plastic rustle. Reaching under you’ll find a half-eaten packet of cookies or biscuits he’d been snacking on earlier that he had shoved under your pillow.

Will finish your food for you

Birthdays are his fav - any excuse to have cake this boy will use it - will eat any kind, but boy is a slut for vanilla cake and strawberry jam filling - you will often have to wipe the cream and jam from the corners of his mouth.

Will fuck up a strawberry sundae especially in the summer time.

Speaking of summer, it’s one of his favourite seasons

Loves to eat outside in the sunshine when it’s hot and balmy

Perfect weather for ice cream or milkshakes – and he won’t waste a single drop. If he notices some trickling down the cool glass in his hands, he’ll lick it up, completely oblivious to how the small action makes you blush.

You’ll often catch him eating his cereal standing up, watching TV or nosying at the neighbours having an argument in the streets below, still in his pyjama bottoms.

Loves milkshake straws - has a collection of different flavours - though, when he doesn’t use a straw, he is always oblivious to the cute lil milkstache.

Will squirt cream straight into his mouth in front of the fridge.

Weddings, and other events are the worst for him, as whilst he loves desserts, they rarely serve his favourites.

“I fucking hate pavlova” he grumbles, proceeding to eat it anyway, just to get his sugar fix.

Loves fruit - will eat raspberries one by one off the tips of his fingers.

You’ll catch him eating ice cream sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge in the middle of the night, sucking on his spoon and looking at you like a deer in headlights when he sees you standing there watching him.

Will get cranky if he doesn’t get to eat - hangry vibes

If he wakes up late, he will refuse to leave without breakfast - this boy will run out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime school girl.

His RPD uniform has lots of “fancy pockets” and what are they good for? Emergency snack storage - nuts, sweets, biscuits, dried fruit. 

For his birthday, you buy him candy bracelets - heart eyes for days - and he sits and absent-mindedly sucks on them at his desk at work, thinking of you.

NSFW

As a birthday present, you wear a candy necklace during sex and Leon attacks your neck, sucking and biting at it whilst he fucks you.

Due to his habits, he always tastes sweet - all of him tastes sweet if you catch our drift (ya, his cum)

Whilst he’s squirting cream into his mouth, if you happen to be walking past and notice some of it lingering on the corners of his mouth and decide to lick it off, baby boy will forget everything he’s doing and fuck you over the kitchen table.

Speaking of cream - will use it on you when he fucks you, kitten-licking the sweet dollops off your warm skin (tits, collarbones, stomach - he's gonna eat you up)

If you’re curious about something he’s eating and want to taste some, he’ll kiss you in lieu of sharing (Leon is only possessive over two things - you and food).

Big into gum sharing - will use it as an excuse to start making out with you.

If things get a little messy when you’re eating cake, he will lick your hands clean if he’s in the mood.

Leon is a munch in more ways than one.

This boy will eat you out of house and home, including your pussy.

Could eat three square meals a day and will still go down on you like he’s starving.

Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Standing up? Doesn’t matter - man’s is ready to munch anytime anywhere.

Whilst he’s eating you out, he’ll rut his hips against the bed - the sugar rush means he is always full of energy and ready to go at all times.

Will suck on your clit like it's a gobstopper.

Gets bratty when he hasn’t had a snack - but, it just so happens that he considers you to be the sweetest one.

Be prepared to be fucked within an inch of your life when he gets like this - or for him to eat you out until you can’t walk (will bring you a snack afterwards ofc).

This man gained 40lbs of muscle— but like we said, baby boy is still soft  

Leon puts you in a headlock whilst he fucks you and his biceps have a nice lil bit of squish which you relish in when he chokes you.

His ass jiggles - when he’s lying stomach down on bed, you love slapping it when you walk past and watching it jiggle like jelly - this action without fail will make him blush and whine “Stop!” every time.

You like to bite him

He’s too cute and squishy to resist honestly

Playfully nibbling his plump lil cheek

Biting his thick arms

When you’re riding him and can’t resist playfully kneading his tits like a kitten, and it makes him grab your wrists and fuck into you harder - he’ll later claim that him turning red from his cheeks to his chest was from exertion and not embarrassment.

He is the comfiest place to lie on when you’re fucked out and riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss.

If you made it this far, comment “Bingo!”

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

[suniloli]

JUST FOR KICKS

29 May 2024

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: approximately 3 swear words, sexual innuendo, fluff

Setting: Prison (between s3-4)

Summary: Today’s weather was perfect for an impromptu prison soccer match. Prison goers — children, adults and spectators alike — become involved, including an enthusiastic you and uncharacteristically playful Daryl.

Author Note: Finally back from my 3000 year hiatus!!!! Here’s a little piece I wanted to get out before I lost it. This is more of an innocent one that I wanted to write (although it’s SUPER predictable ….) I hope the POV jumps are easily followable. Am working on another Daryl fic atm. Enjoy! - Sól

The gorgeous spring sun in the sky and the soft warm breeze were the perfect conditions to be outside and enjoying life. Well, what ‘life’ you could experience within the prison’s metal fences in the middle of an apocalypse anyways. 

This sort of weather was your favourite. It reminded you of your sporting days before walkers came to be, especially the excitement you felt before your games where you’d soak up the sun and let it fuel your competitiveness. Like a videogame character harnessing the sun’s power to unleash their most powerful combat moves. 

It boosted your spirit, and reminded you that even in this world, beauty could still be found. You just had to be open to it. 

And open to it you were. When a couple of the teenagers came excitedly kicking around a soccer ball they’d found, you couldn’t help yourself. Many others felt the same way, which is probably how you all ended up in a massive soccer game across the courtyard, children mixed with adults, the majority of prison goers spectating on the sidelines. 

You managed to get enough to have a 6 v 6, exactly three teens and three adults on each team. Your side included some of your closest friends, Glenn and Sasha. On the other side were Carl and Michonne, and some other Woodbury residents you’d seen around and shared a laugh or two with. Today felt the closest to the life you had before, which was one of sport-filled weekends. So, naturally, it brought out your zealous streak. You were going to win. 

“Guys. We need to fucking smash em’.” you asserted. 

“Y/N! There's kids here…” Glenn jokingly admonished. 

“We’re 15 man…” one of the teenagers pointed out. 

“Anyways…they’re gonna lose whether they like it or not. I’ll play up front. Glenn…you’re quick, so you’ll be with me…uh…” you drifted off, attempting to come up with a game plan. You were so focused that you hadn’t realised the run crew had arrived back and were driving towards the gates. Glenn and Sasha were watching you with amusement. The kids were waiting for your word. You were the professional after all. 

“She’s super into this,” Sasha smirked. 

“Hell yeah!” Glenn smiled. “She’s really good at soccer. We’ve had many conversations about it. Mad skills.”

Sasha patted his shoulder. “Guess we’re gonna have to step up our game then.” 

After deliberating with the kids for a bit, you and your team were ready. 

It was time. 

The whistle — an actual whistle someone had found — was blown by Carol, and the game was on. 

Oh, was the high shrill music to your ears. 

Kick-off commenced, the other team passing it amongst themselves for the first couple of minutes. Of course, since there were no real referees, and since Michonne happened to be right there, you gave her a little shove as you passed, giving her a teasing wink. 

“You bitch!” she laughed as she began running hard for the ball. 

You dashed forward, intercepting a pass meant for her, and crossed it over to Glenn on the left wing. 

Ever the quick pizza delivery boy, he sprinted up the sideline, onlookers getting excited. Making a few minor mistakes, he still managed to manoeuvre the ball around Carl, who you noted was surprisingly fast on his feet, and kicked it back to you sprinting up the centre field. You caught it with your left foot and continued on. Two defenders were gaining on you. 

You juked the defender on the left, rolling the ball under your right foot. Chipping the ball over the remaining defender’s head, you booked it straight to the goal. 

The goalkeeper’s face was full of determination. His hands were out in front of him, feet moving from side to side. In the second that you spent looking at him you could tell he was a bit unsure, but his confidence was unwavering. You admired it. 

However, you used his inexperience to your advantage. 

You faked to the right, watching his eyes follow your movement, then swiftly cut to the left. His stance faltered, giving you just the right amount of time to hit the ball with your left foot. You could vaguely hear kids yelling in the background, Glenn’s shrill laughter, and Sasha’s cheers filling the air. 

As you kicked the ball, its trajectory started outside the line of the makeshift goalpost, and about halfway it began to curve inwards.  You held your breath as you saw the ball curving towards the very top left corner, waiting with bated breath as the goalie took a gigantic leap towards it. 

The ball sailed and sailed and sailed. 

Until you witnessed it pass just inside the post, and the satisfying *thud* of the ball hitting the ground behind it caused your teammates to erupt in cheers.

Pumping your fists in excitement, you saw Glenn sprinting up to you with his arms outstretched. 

“HOLY SHIT!” 

“Oof!” you breathed, getting thrown to the ground in a giant bear hug. Before you knew it, all of the kids, including those of the opposition — a definite product of over-excitement — began stacking on top of the both of you, until all anyone could see was a massive pile of bodies in the middle of the courtyard. 

Laughter and screams and fun filled the air. You didn’t even care about the goal anymore. The innocence and presence of the moment were enough to bring happy tears to your eyes. 

Rick wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he closed the gate behind the car. Looking towards the courtyard, he mumbled to himself in disbelief. “Are they playin’ soccer?”

As Daryl hopped out of the passenger side, he responded a bit incredulously. “Looks like it.” 

Opening the boot to retrieve the supplies they brought back, Maggie started giggling, seeing her husband with the ball. “Look! Go Glenn!”

Glenn had the ball and was sprinting up the sideline. At that moment, the three of them observed his and your play. 

“Damn girl…” Daryl breathed upon seeing your goal. Rick let out a low chuckle. Seeing his son playing was like being transported back to a time he thought he’d never get to experience again as a father. 

When Glenn tackled you to the ground, Maggie let off a grunt of amused disapproval and began jogging towards the fun. 

"She’s gonna’ suffocate!" Maggie shouted playfully, her voice full of warmth as she made her way onto the field. Slowly, everyone removed themselves from the stack, allowing you to get up and have a laugh. From where Daryl was, it looked as if you and Glenn were trying to coerce Maggie to join in rather animatedly. Cute. 

As the game continued, Rick grabbed Daryl’s shoulder breaking him out of his little trance. “You comin’ or what?” he grinned. 

Daryl looked to Rick, and after a couple of seconds gave him an upwards nod and made his way down to the sideline with him. 

“Ya’ refereein’ or somethin’?” Daryl asked Carol with an amused smirk.

“Something like that…your girlfriend is kicking some major ass.” 

“She ain’t…whatever,” Daryl grunted. Looking away and at the field, he saw Michonne pass it off to another player, resulting in a tying of the score and a multitude of cheers. Eyes drifting away from the scoring team and Carl’s silly victory dance, Daryl caught sight of you again. 

What you were wearing closely resembled tiny soccer shorts which showed off your long, toned legs. You almost always wore cargo pants, so that was certainly a sight for sore eyes. He stared as the muscles in your quads and glutes expanded and retracted as you ran with an elegance he’d never seen before. 

“You might wanna close your mouth before you start drooling big guy.” 

A faint blush crept up his neck. Turning to shoot Carol a glare, he growled a low shuddup before being interrupted by the ball landing at his feet. A bit perplexed, he looked down at it, and up again to see a bunch of teens running at him and obnoxiously calling for it. 

Daryl couldn’t help but smirk after being encouraged by Carol to pass the ball back. The enthusiasm of youth was so infectious, that even his reserved self couldn’t hide from it. 

“Come on, Daryl!” you suddenly exclaimed, causing him to glance towards you. Hearing your voice made a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

As Daryl looked over towards you, you were caught off guard by the handsome smirk he donned, his eyes glistening with something that made your heart skip a beat. Your cheeks flushed slightly, but not from the sun or exertion. 

“Gonna kick it or what?” You called out, a bit of a challenge in your tone. Daryl’s smirk widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Without missing a beat, he booted the ball toward the centre of the field. Before either of you could say anything else, Carl beat you to it. 

“Come play Daryl! We need another person!” 

Carol nudged him in the side. “You should go…” 

Daryl looked between Carol, Carl, and finally towards you. You bit your bottom lip and gave a single shrug of your shoulders. The vivaciousness you exuded was alluring. Looking towards the plumpness of your lips and back up, Daryl’s eyes locked with yours and stayed there. It was like you were inviting him to join. Carol hid a knowing smile as he continued to stare. 

Daryl couldn’t leave you hanging, nor could he not indulge you (or so he told himself). Squinting his eyes slightly, he took a deep breath to steel his resolve. Your eyes were like magnets drawing him in. You were beautiful. 

 “Alrigh’...”

As Daryl started jogging onto the makeshift field, a couple of people started cheering and chanting his name. You giggled as he approached you. “Ma’am.”

“Sir.” you mimicked, hands on hips. You subtly lowered your eyes and gazed at him through your lashes. “Ready to get pounded?” 

“W-what?” Daryl stuttered, suddenly pretending he was interested in the play being made across the courtyard. 

“Are you ready to lose?” You laughed, pinching his side while watching his ears go red. He swatted your hand away. 

“Ain't I playin’ wit’ ya?” 

“Nuh-uh. Didn’t you hear Carl say they were short one?” You waited for a beat, before suddenly shoving Daryl backwards and running to chase the ball. “So better get into position, Dixie!”

Stumbling back a step or two from your playful shove, it was like a switch was flipped. Hearing his name being called and encouragement being thrown his way from the sidelines, Daryl was nearly completely overwhelmed. He wasn’t used to so much positive attention in this manner…especially your…blatant flirting? He almost didn’t know how to deal with it. 

Almost. 

Seeing you turn back to give him a wink made a certain desire erupt in his midsection. It ignited a type of fervour in him. 

It’s on girl. 

Daryl’s heart raced every time the two of you made eye contact. Not having really played a proper game of soccer before, it was difficult for him to try and manufacture some sort of on-field play with you. Although he’d touched the ball and passed it off to others a few times already, he was slightly trepidatious. The timing just wasn’t right for you to engage with him. 

So, he just decided to ‘go with the flow’. 

Daryl had to admit, this was some of the most enjoyment he’s had in a long time. Especially with other people. But mostly, he enjoyed watching you enjoy yourself. 

You were everywhere, laughing, shouting instructions, encouraging your teammates. You were truly in your element. It was like watching a different person, a side of you he hadn’t seen before. And damn if it wasn’t attractive.

Before Daryl knew it, one of the kids passed the soccer ball back to him, and he glanced up to see you were headed straight for him. He started towards you, eyes narrowing in determination. 

You saw your chance. Daryl finally had the ball and was within proper distance. You started sprinting towards him, admittedly a bit distracted by the glistening sweat on his arms accentuating every muscle fibre there. Focus Y/N. 

As you two closed the gap between each other, Daryl stuck his other leg out and pushed you for good measure, tripping you. 

Your momentum carried you forward, causing you to nearly fall head-first into the ground. At the last second you caught yourself, letting out a huff. A series of concerned ‘Oooos’ could be heard from onlookers. “What the hell Daryl!” you yelled at his retreating form. 

Admittedly, the action pissed you off a bit. Two can play at that game, chiselled arms be damned. 

You quickly pushed yourself from the ground and sprinted at full speed to catch up. You were there in no time. Getting ready to shove Daryl back from behind, you squared up your shoulder and collided with him. It was enough to mess up his footing, and the ball skidded off to the side.  

There was an element of shock across Daryl’s face as he turned around to find you behind him, causing your annoyance to completely fizzle out and turn into something more akin to lust-fueled amusement. The two of you locked eyes, and Daryl’s expression turned roguish. 

The next few seconds felt as if they were in slow motion. The ball sat stationary fifteen metres away, watching, waiting. 

The air cracked with unspoken tension. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest in anticipation of what was to come. Everyone in the vicinity had vanished from your awareness. Now, it was just you, Daryl, and the ball — although really, you were both more focused on the presence of each other than the game now. 

Without wasting another second, you lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of Daryl’s sleeveless shirt. You heard him release a grunt of objection, but it was enough for you to pull him backwards and allow you to lead the chase. 

You heard Daryl yell smart ass as his footfalls sounded behind. You were so incredibly giddy that you felt like a little girl being chased by her little boy crush in the playground.

You were about three metres from the ball before you felt his calloused hand grip your shoulder, half shoving you in another direction. Catching a glimpse of the rarely-ever captured excitement in Daryl’s face, you began giggling as you tried to retain your balance. 

“Hey!” you puffed out. 

“Better watch ya’self” Daryl panted, trying to battle for possession of the ball which now had both of you fighting for it. 

“Better watch your —” you grunted, holding him back with your forearm “— self!” 

Just as you were getting the upper hand, Daryl used his arms to grab you and hastily shove you to the side. His touch set you ablaze. 

As he began running again, you managed to hook your ankle around his own, effectively tripping him over. 

As Daryl stumbled, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, laughing harder when Daryl’s hand caught you behind your knee and he pulled you down with him. You felt an intense surge of electricity travel up your leg and remain at your lower navel. 

Realising you were now trying to escape his grasp and army crawl towards the direction of the ball, Daryl swung himself from his side onto his stomach, scrambling to get a better hold of your slowly retreating legs. 

Surprisingly, you managed to drag yourself another metre or so before Daryl got a proper grip on your thighs, his fingers heavily dimpling into the skin there. Laughter never dissipating, Daryl smiled to himself, having trapped you on the grass. 

Twisting to lie on your back, you continued to squirm in Daryl’s solid grasp. You were able to sense every bend and every shape of every finger taking hold of your thighs. Daryl pushed himself up on his knees, now leaning over your squirming form. 

“Ya shouldn’ta never told me ya’ were ticklish…” Daryl said quietly before he released your legs and started attacking your sides with his hands. 

“NO!” you squealed, thrashing your body in an attempt to get away from Daryl’s large hands. 

Daryl couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the way your eyes sparked with joy. Your tousled hair strewn all over the grass with the sun beating down on your tanned skin made you look otherworldly. Like an angel even his own imagination couldn’t conceptualise the beauty of, but was still here in front of him, seemingly reciprocating his affections. 

You were laughing so much that you were gasping for air. Not wanting you to suffocate, Daryl slowly stopped his hands from moving and held them on your waist for a few seconds to allow you to get your bearings.

Staring into your eyes, he revelled at the softness beneath his fingertips. He focused on the small movements of your abdominal muscles beneath them, and watched your lips part as you pulled in heavy breath after heavy breath. His eyes were drawn to your lips once again as you wetted them with your tongue. 

Moving your hands from above your head to softly grasp Daryl’s at your waist, you huffed a small laugh and gazed at him with wide eyes. You admired his boyish handsomeness. 

“You. Are a prick.” 

Daryl let escape a small snort of his own and shyly chewed his lip. “Only fer ya’ pretty girl…” 

A small breeze picked up, slightly swaying the section of hair hanging from Daryl’s forehead. The way he was softly watching you made you want to pull him down to you and close the distance —

“Either play or get a room!” 

“Yeah! Jesus Christ…” 

The heat of the moment was ruined by a herd of teens resuming the play which you’d seemingly both forgotten all about. 

Both realising the…compromising…position you both were in, the two of you abruptly pulled away from each other, both going equally red from embarrassment. The sounds of people hollering and some mildly inappropriate noises filled your ears, adding to the awkwardness. 

“Oh my god…” you managed, sitting up and covering your face with your hands. 

Daryl stood and offered you his hand which you sheepishly took. He waited until you looked at him before he gave you his half-smile, reserved only for you. You’d never admit it, but it always managed to make you melt. 

“Ya’ actually ain’t that bad at soccer.” 

You shook your head in jest. “Shut up.”

*I DO NOT give permission for my work to be used/adapted/copied in any way.*

[celenawrites]

lumberjack!price (who used to be ex military) rescues you, an injured traveller, when he goes to the woods one day to cut wood.

he finds you, buried in a thick layer of snow and injured with a twisted ankle and some cracked ribs and so out of it due to the pain and the freezing weather and as a good Samaritan, he hauls you away bridal style back to his cabin near the woods, isolated from society - the perfect place for him to spend his retirement while chopping woods, hunting for food, etc.

lumberjack!price who contacts his doctor friends and tends to your wounds, dressing your fragile skin with alcohol wipes and sterilized gauze, cuz the nearest town is at least two hours away from here. he layers you up with the thickest blankets he has, tries his best to assist you into changing into a spare pair of clothes (his clothes that are too large on your frame) and he restraints himself from registering how pretty you look in his clothes despite how banged up you have been atm. he lays you down on the sofa and tends to the fireplace with the chopped wood he has, ensuring that you're warm and safe and miles away from experiencing anything close to hypothermia.

lumberjack!price who feels how smooth and soft and perfect your skin is, your body is under his calloused, scarred hands and how all he wants to do is protect you from anything that can pose as a danger to you.

lumberjack!price who keeps waking you up every two hours cuz he's afraid you have been concussed. he wakes you up and feeds you some medicines and home remedies, maybe he cooks you some warm food - creamy tomato soup, grilled sandwiches, maybe a bar of dark chocolate he had bought on his last town run for groceries and utilities. he keeps checking your temperature and blood pressure, worried sick about you and he vows to take you to the hospital first thing in the morning.

lumberjack!price who gets to know you while you recover and stay at his abode (he insisted, despite you trying to leave and get in touch with your trekking team). he learns about you, about the job you had, about how you decided to join a trek group in order to make more friends and to travel in your free time, about how the snow blizzard had made you all split up and somehow you ended up fainting in the cold, left for dead. luckily, he found you and you'd forever be grateful.

lumberjack!price who insists on doing everything for you, but you're just as stubborn as he is. you bake him mug cakes and cook him your ma's signature dishes, and you offer to clean the dishes after the meal but he gives you a look that almost makes you falter, but your family has instilled values of gratitude deep into your bones, so you protest anyway - making him settle for you drying the dishes he washes instead. the scene is domestic, and price realises that he likes your presence in his humble abode quite a lot.

lumberjack!price who feels his heart break a little whenever he sees you recover steadily. he wants you to get better, can barely handle the days when your pain gets the best of you - but he cannot make peace with the fact that you'd probably leave the moment you're given the 'OK' from the doctor.

lumberjack!price who always comes running in the middle of the night whenever you wake up screaming from a nightmare (replaying the day you got seperated from your friends, except there's no one to save you). he shushes you, holding you in his strong, muscled arms as he promises to always look out for you and kisses your forehead as he rocks you back to sleep, letting your head rest on his chest and fall asleep to the lullaby of his heart.

[yermes]

PAC 🪿:

Goodnight to my thot sons, my gay daughters, my whore-adjacent spawn and everyone else in between. A lot of my readings are just me oversharing about my life and hoping people can faintly relate. So me a chaote and my jewish friend go to mormon church to support an old teammate who just returned from a mission and im NGL. It was an experience. One of the pastors said in a speech that stars don’t produce their own light they just reflect the suns and me and my friend made the eye contact and was like MF you mean THE MOON. Definitely an experience. ANYWAYS. Heres some advice on your occult journey to invite more experiences weather they’re comfortable or uncomfortable.

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Princess of Cups 🦇

Venus in water signs, Earth in the waters of Briah, Malkuth

You are on delulu island miss girl. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I know a lot of delusional practitioners who can kinda get things to work. You are far from depth. You are far from the motivation of fire. You just are simply vibing in this romanticized version of the arcane. Maybe you stand within your delusional day dreams because you are scared your sand castle will crumble down around you because miss girl there is no solid base. Maybe that shit DOES have to fall to make a solid foundation.

Two of Pents 🫎

Lord of Harmonious change, Chokmah, Jupiter in Capricorn, 1°–10°, Lekabel and Veshiriah

Your practice ATM is anything but reliable, stable, or fixed. You are running a constant battle between hot and cold, a battle against ever changing and evolving personal morals (remember as above so below bitch) and this indecisiveness is about to take you for a RIDE. Seeing as you may be discontent you may start branching out into something you actually like and believe in adding a new fundamental theory or belief to your practice.

Queen of Wands 🐆

21° Pisces to 20° Aries, water aspect in the fire of Yetzirah, Binah

This card is saying “you are in your curse era” which is fine I had one too when I was an ankle bitter. While you have the capacity for love, understanding, growth, and creativity. This card is the water aspect of fire making you very unstable. You go from good cop to bad cop at a drop of a pin. You ponder other peoples issues while not facing your own you may be prone to throwing out something which may end up teaching you a thing or two in the end.

The Foolish Man 🦭 (reversed)

The Spirit of Ether, Aleph, Ox, Pluto

My perfect beautiful innocent child HAS or is ABOUT to make a bad choice. Not on purpose but everyone needs to fuck around and find out sometimes its the truest version of the scientific method. If you fuck around. Bitch. You will find out. Now remember making a bad choice doesn’t demoralize you forever every opportunity is a learning opportunity.

[rose-henry]

day two and three

yesterday thien had two music auditions for uni; one at 11am and one at 7-10pm! so kiet (thien’s older brother who’s here with us for a few days) and I spent most of the day while thien was auditioning and practicing just exploring and riding around. had my first tim hortons and the donut was… just as I remember it from 2013…. AMAZING 🤩

the coffee was standard terrible north american stuff but it’ll do the job just fine :/

while I was exploring the campus and the various bathrooms I discovered a very cool invention:

these mirrors are two different kinds: on the left, a more zoomed out one and slightly angled downwards so you can see your whole outfit 🤯!! the right ones are all just the normal face-close-up-ish uni mirrors. but how smart is this. so far canadians=sexy. usa: 0, aus:0, can:1 💪

we kept riding around and explored this local market and then kiet had a nap, thien went to his audition and I went for a further exploration run to and around this small lake! it’s perfect weather atm

today we didn’t do too much, we rode to this biosphere on an island next to the city and said bye to kiet! at night I faced two of my worse nightmares: cooking on an induction stovetop and cooking rice in a saucepan instead of a rice cooker. got it done though and we had curry for dinner 🥘!

we went to where all of our classes will be to find our rooms for uni starting tomorrow! I’m nervous but mostly excited. I’m spending the first week trying lectures of like 10 different classes cause there are lots of interesting subjects and Thien and I are gonna go to some economics lectures too. wish me luck!

love from canada xox

[godesssiri]

My family's rest home in Hawkes Bay got power back on Sunday, 6 days after Cyclone Gabrielle knocked it out. It went out for a few hours yesterday and 1 hour today but we were told to expect that.

It's really shown us where the holes in our disaster preparedness are, even though we have passed a dozen Ministry of Health Audits with the disaster kits we had, what the MoH and their auditors say will be sufficient is not. We're starting to stock up on the things we found we needed and when supply lines are better and things are back in stock we'll buy all the things that would have been reeeeeally useful. I'm also getting stuff for my own home kit. I've bought or will buy:

A portable power supply and solar panel charger for it, you can also charge from a car. It has a built in torch and you can charge any USB chargable devices from it several times, you can run a regular appliance from it but that will drain it very quickly.

A solar camping shower. Not very useful if there's no sun but it would have been perfect post cyclone because the weather was gorgeously sunny afterward.

USB chargable camping lights I can charge from my portable power supply.

Headlamps, way easier than a handheld torch.

I bought a little camp stove that runs on butane canisters after the 2017 earthquake here but I realize I did not have anywhere near enough canisters. The canisters last 10 years so I've given all the 6 year old ones ones from my kit to a cousin who was feeding 4 kids on the camp stove and I will stock up majorly on new ones.

Basically raid the camping section of your local department store, if it looks like it would be useful when you're camping with no power then it will be useful in a disaster.

Cash, the power went out, all the card readers were down, people needed cash and all the ATMs emptied out.

Milk powder, you can mix up only the amount you need and not have to worry about refrigeration.

Shelf stable food that is a whole meal on it's own and is easy to cook or heat through on a camp stove or BBQ. You're too exhausted to make a meal out of ingredients and it's too hard to make anything complicated. Also vitamins because the food I'm describing isn't usually very nutritious.

Cooking oil, that's the thing everyone forgot to put in their kits and ran out of from their kitchens.

TOILET PAPER!!!!!! You need a stockpile. It's the first thing shops sell out of. We're going to hide it in the ceiling of the rest home so that we have an emergency stockpile and no one can take off with a few rolls here and there until it's all gone

Baby-wipes. Deodorant. Dry shampoo. Clean underwear. We usually account for drinking water in our disaster planning but you don't know when you will next be able to have a shower or wash clothes.

Heavy duty rubbish bags. When the power goes out the stuff in your fridge and freezer can end up going very nasty. If you can; bury it in your yard (deep enough that animals can't get to it), if not you're going to need to tie it up tight in heavy duty rubbish bags and put them somewhere that they're not in the sun and not going to contaminate anything. Also if it's a flood you're going to have all sorts of fabric things that will be contaminates by flood water and will start to get very smelly very quickly and you'll want to bag up whatever you can. Rubbish is a major issue in Hawkes Bay right now because the main dump was flood damaged, the power was out and people had to throw out loads of spoiled food, a load of ready to harvest crops washed up in places it would be a hazard to leave them rotting, people were clearing out homes where EVERYTHING would have to be trashed because it was contaminated with floodwater that had who knows what in it (in some areas definitely sewerage). The council got 1 waste facility opened up 6 days after the flood but 5 of those days were blazing sun so you can imagine how nasty some of the rubbish is.

Also this is truely nasty but ziplock bags if you don't have a garden you can dig a latrine in, you may have to poo in a bag and you bet you're gonna want to be able to seal it. I have a garden but I'm going to put ziplocks in my disaster kit in case I need to dispose of any waste like used bandages.

I have meds for myself but I'm going to get hold of some basic pet meds. There's a lot of dogs in Hawkes Bay who are getting gastro bugs right now because their owners have taken them for walks in areas where the flood water's have gone down and it's dried out, but the silt is still there. The dogs have gotten contaminated silt on their paws, licked their paws, and now they're getting sick. I wouldn't take my dogs out where they might come into contact with contaminants but I want a few basic meds just in case it's unavoidable. Plus one of my dogs is on an anti-seizure prescription and it didn't even occur to me that I should put some of her prescription meds in the disaster kit with a spares of our prescriptions.

[gizopedia]

Introduction: Meet the Amazfit T-Rex 3 If you’re into rugged gear that doesn’t just look tough but can handle the rough and tumble of daily life, then you might want to give the Amazfit T-Rex 3 a serious look. This is not your typical smartwatch; it’s designed for those who need more than just step counting and notifications. You’ve got adventure running through your veins? This watch was made for you. We’re reviewing the Amazfit T-Rex 3 because it's one of those rare beasts in the world of consumer electronics that stands out in both design and durability. Whether you’re an outdoor enthusiast, a fitness fanatic, or someone who works in demanding environments, this watch promises to be more than just a timepiece — it’s built to withstand whatever life throws at you. So, who’s this watch for? If you’re tired of fragile tech, need something that can survive the great outdoors, or just want a smartwatch that doesn’t need constant babying, the Amazfit T-Rex 3 is calling your name. Key Features & Specifications: Amazfit T-Rex 3 When it comes to the Amazfit T-Rex 3, you’re looking at a smartwatch that’s packing some serious heat in both features and tech. Here’s a simple breakdown of the key highlights that make this beast stand out: Rugged Durability Military-grade toughness: This watch meets MIL-STD-810G standards, meaning it’s been tested to survive extreme environments like heat, cold, and humidity. Perfect if you're into hiking, camping, or just live a life on the go. 5 ATM water resistance: You can take it swimming, diving, or even through a downpour without worrying. It can handle depths of up to 50 meters. Battery Life Massive battery: This watch doesn’t quit on you. With up to 24 days of battery life on a single charge, you can leave your charger behind when heading out on an adventure. Ultra-long GPS mode: Even with GPS tracking turned on, it lasts up to 20 hours, perfect for those long treks or bike rides. Health & Fitness Tracking BioTracker 3.0: The Amazfit T-Rex 3 comes with a powerful heart rate and SpO2 sensor to keep tabs on your health. It tracks your heart rate 24/7 and measures blood oxygen levels, giving you a clear picture of your fitness. Sports modes galore: With over 100 sports modes, from running to snowboarding, it’s ready for any activity. You even get custom tracking for more niche sports like rock climbing and surfing. GPS & Navigation Dual-band GPS: The T-Rex 3 uses 5 satellite systems, giving you precise location tracking no matter where you are — whether it’s the middle of a city or the wild outdoors. Route tracking: Perfect for trail runners and hikers, you can download routes and use the watch for real-time navigation. Display & Build 1.39-inch AMOLED display: Bright and easy to read, even in direct sunlight. You won’t be squinting to see your stats while on a run. Sturdy build: Made from tough, reinforced materials, this watch looks bulky but feels surprisingly comfortable on the wrist. Smart Features Notifications & calls: Sync with your phone to receive notifications, calls, and texts right on your wrist, so you never miss a thing. Music control & more: Control your music, check the weather, and set alarms — all from the watch. In short, the Amazfit T-Rex 3 is built to be your go-to companion for both fitness and everyday life, all while being tough enough to survive the unexpected. Whether you're hiking mountains or handling your daily grind, this watch won't let you down. Ease of Use: How Does the Amazfit T-Rex 3 Handle? Setup: A Breeze or a Bummer? Setting up the Amazfit T-Rex 3 is pretty straightforward, even if you’re not super tech-savvy. Right out of the box, you just sync it with the Zepp app, and boom — you’re ready to roll. It walks you through the pairing process quickly, and the watch connects with both Android and iOS without a hitch. The only thing that might take a little extra time is personalizing your settings, like choosing your preferred watch face or syncing your health data.

Interface: Smooth or Confusing? The interface on this watch is surprisingly intuitive. You’ve got a 1.39-inch AMOLED display that’s sharp and easy to read, whether you’re out in bright sunlight or in a dimly lit room. The menus are clean, and the swipe gestures feel natural. Navigation: Swiping left, right, up, or down takes you through different features like health stats, notifications, and quick settings. No complicated button combinations or getting lost in endless menus. Customization: You can tweak a lot of things, like which shortcuts are on your home screen or what kind of notifications you want. And trust me, the customization is solid but not overwhelming. The watch has physical buttons on the side, which help when your fingers are wet or you’re wearing gloves. It’s a nice backup to the touch display and adds to the rugged feel of the device. User Experience: Does It Hit the Mark? Overall, using the Amazfit T-Rex 3 feels smooth. Whether you’re quickly glancing at notifications or checking your fitness stats, everything feels just right. It's not bloated with unnecessary features, and the ones it does have, like GPS tracking and heart rate monitoring, are right at your fingertips. It’s simple to dive into workouts, track outdoor activities, and get a read on your health stats without constantly messing around with settings. Final Thoughts on Usability: Setup: Quick and easy, even for non-tech users. Navigation: Intuitive, with physical buttons adding to ease of use. Overall Experience: Meets, if not exceeds, expectations with its balance of ruggedness and user-friendliness. In short, the Amazfit T-Rex 3 is as easy to handle as it is tough, making it perfect for those who want a watch that’s ready to go without needing a manual to figure out. Should You Buy It? The Amazfit T-Rex 3 isn’t for the faint-hearted. If you’re into fashion watches or something sleek for the office, this might not be your jam. But if you need a watch that can keep up with an adventurous lifestyle and never quit, the T-Rex 3 is a beast in every sense of the word.

[thedigirealm]

Bookmark This Travel Guide To Kasol: Planning, Weather, Adventure, and Local Experiences

Discover the ultimate travel guide to Kasol, offering detailed insights into planning your trip, understanding the local weather, engaging in thrilling adventures, and experiencing the vibrant local culture. Learn about the best times to visit, essential travel tips, and the unmissable Kasol New Year party in this comprehensive guide.

Kasol, often referred to as the 'Mini Israel of India', is a quaint village located in the Parvati Valley of Himachal Pradesh. It has become a popular destination for backpackers, trekkers, and those looking for a serene escape amidst nature. This travel guide to Kasol will help you plan your trip, understand the local weather, explore adventure activities, and immerse yourself in the rich local experiences. Don't miss out on the famed Kasol New Year party, a highlight of the festive season.

Planning Your Trip to Kasol:

Best Time to Visit: Kasol is a year-round destination, but the best time to visit is from March to June and September to November. During these months, the weather is pleasant, making it ideal for outdoor activities and sightseeing.

How to Reach: Kasol is well-connected by road, with regular bus services from major cities like Delhi and Chandigarh. The nearest airport is Bhuntar, about 31 km away, and the closest railway station is in Joginder Nagar, around 145 km from Kasol. Hiring a taxi or renting a car are other convenient options.

Accommodation: Kasol offers a variety of accommodation options, ranging from budget hostels to luxury resorts. Some popular places to stay include The Himalayan Village, Parvati Woods Cottage, and Hotel Sandhya Kasol. It's advisable to book in advance, especially during peak seasons.

Understanding the Weather in Kasol:

Kasol experiences a pleasant climate for most of the year. Summers (March to June) are mild, with temperatures ranging from 15°C to 22°C. Monsoons (July to September) bring heavy rainfall, which might hinder outdoor activities but make the valley lush and green. Winters (October to February) are cold, with temperatures dropping to -3°C, offering a picturesque view of snow-covered landscapes.

Adventure Activities in Kasol:

Trekking: Kasol is a haven for trekking enthusiasts. The Kheerganga Trek is one of the most popular, offering stunning views of the Parvati Valley. Other notable treks include Tosh Valley, Malana Village, and Sar Pass.

Camping: Experience the thrill of camping under the starry skies of Kasol. There are several campsites along the Parvati River, providing a unique blend of adventure and tranquility. Some well-known campsites include Parvati Kuteer, Camp Kasol, and Orchard Camps.

River Rafting and Fishing: The Parvati River offers opportunities for river rafting, catering to both beginners and experienced rafters. Fishing is another popular activity, with the river teeming with trout.

Travel Tips for Kasol:

Pack Wisely: Ensure you pack warm clothing, especially if visiting during winters. Comfortable trekking shoes and rain gear are essential.

Stay Connected: Though Kasol is remote, it has decent mobile connectivity. However, it’s advisable to carry a power bank.

Local Etiquette: Respect the local culture and traditions. Seek permission before photographing locals and their homes.

Stay Safe: Always inform someone about your trekking plans and carry a basic first-aid kit.

Cash Matters: While there are ATMs in Kasol, they may run out of cash. Carry sufficient cash for your expenses.

Conclusion:

Kasol, with its mesmerizing landscapes, vibrant culture, and adventurous spirit, offers a perfect getaway for travelers seeking both tranquility and excitement. From planning your visit to diving into local experiences, this travel guide aims to make your journey to Kasol memorable. Whether you're celebrating at the Kasol New Year party or trekking through the serene valleys, Kasol promises an experience like no other. So, bookmark this guide, pack your bags, and get ready to explore the enchanting village of Kasol.

[weltgebaeude]

idk why but running does something to me no other sports or drugs or really anything was ever able to do.

[elliesfern]

bird cage - chapter five

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the Seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not she will let you live.

paring - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - violence, weapons, guns, blood, injury, burns, aggressive language, kidnapping, animal death, mention of hanging, nsfw. 18+ only.

a/n - thank you guys for all the kind comments. <3 i know my chapters are short, a little far apart. i’m going through a tough time atm, but this is really keeping me going. love you all.

PS. i have a pet rabbit so writing this really pained me. you’ll see why.

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38383471/chapters/96954951

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‘Petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies rain after warm weather.’

Potentially one of your favourite beauties this earth had to offer, which was ironic because of how much you also loved the sun. You allowed your chest to rise as you deeply inhaled, the scent filling your nose and you hummed in delight.

“I love the smell of rain.” You announced. Ellie’s hair was covered in tiny droplets of water and the combination of that with the rain covered foliage ahead of you would’ve made for a perfect painting. You were never a painter, but you had a friend at home that was incredible at it. You remembered her painting roses all over your arms one time and you had just about collapsed feeling her warm breath so close to your skin.

“Are you hungry?” Ellie asked.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“I was thinking we could stop soon and hunt. I’ve been in this area before and rabbits tend to hang around.” Your stomach churned at the mention of it.

“Sounds good.”

You and Ellie stopped by a gravel path and allowed Shimmer to graze on the overgrown grass. The two of you continued on foot, down the rocky trail and further into the dewy woods.

“You know, i’m pretty good with my bow. If you really wanted to, you could let me hunt.” You stated matter-of-factly and Ellie let out a loud laugh.

“You know what, I do really want that.” Ellie spoke in a mocking tone.

“Really?” You asked.

“Are you stupid? Of course not.” She stated bluntly and you felt hurt for a moment. You realised maybe you weren’t the absolute best at detecting sarcasm or social cues and you blamed that on how sheltered your life had been before then. And to be fair, you weren’t even going to try anything. As much as you loved to fantasise about striking Ellie in the leg and sprinting away, you genuinely just missed your bow and the rush it gave you.

Ellie crouched low to the ground and without choice you were dragged down too. She held her gun close to her and waited for her unsuspecting victim to hop by. The world became a silent wonderland, aside from the pitter-patter of rain drops falling onto nearby rocks. A loud bang suddenly came from the weapon in Ellie’s hand and her body jolted back slightly.

“Fuck. I missed.” She cursed, and your heart felt like it had just dropped two inches in your chest. You had gone your whole life without being so up close to a gun and it was still completely unfamiliar territory.

“That gave me a fright.”

“Oh, i’m sorry. Do you need some ear muffs, baby?” Ellie spoke, and that time you understood loud and clear that she was making fun of you, despite never even having heard of these so called ‘ear muffs’, but you could make an educated guess.

“The gun’s scaring off the rabbits.” She sighed. You looked at her with raised eyebrows and she rolled her eyes in defeat.

“Fine, show me what you’ve got then.” She said, slinging your backpack off from over her shoulder and getting out your bow. “But i’m gonna have my gun ri-“

“Yeah. Right there. You’ll shoot me if I try anything. I got it.” You interrupted and she just glared at you with disapproval. She carefully untied your wrists and placed the rope in the back pocket of her pants. You had to give them a small wriggle and to say it was painless would be a lie, but you knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. She handed you your bow and an immense amount of anxiety overwhelmed you. The pressure of having to get it right was beaming down on you, hard. Not only that though, the proximity in which you were to freedom was literally in the palm of your hands. All you had to do was shoot. But you couldn’t. Not now. Not yet.

You spotted a small brown rabbit emerge from a burrow in the budding grass and pulled the string back in preparation. Your wrists were so stiff from being in the same position for so long that the movement felt like dried clay being pulled apart and cracking. With the release of a string, a ‘pop’ sound was heard and the rabbit collapsed to the ground.

“Damn.” Ellie said.

“Impressed?” You smirked, and the girl just shrugged her shoulders.

“Alright, give me your arms.” Ellie demanded, motioning at you.

“Really?” You whined, but already had your wrists up in front of her because you knew you had pushed the limits for the day. You watched as her fingers danced together in a choreographed manner to tie the rope as if she had been doing it her whole life. Her hands appeared worn and tough and her veins were elevated through her skin.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. You had found shelter from the wet weather under a pavilion, covering an old chipped wooden bench, which appeared to have been at a playground where Ellie said children would play together in the old world. You had watched as Ellie lit a fire, prepared and cooked the rabbit for both of you, and it proved pretty educational considering she was much slicker at it than you were. The two of you continued on with Shimmer until the already grey sky turned to dusk and the rain started to fall more aggressively than earlier.

You spotted the nearest abandoned house and the two of you checked it out. Well, Ellie did. You were just, there. It was all clear so the woman guided you into the bedroom and sat you down on the floor.

You glanced up at Ellie and to your surprise her jacket was being slid off her shoulders and chucked on the old stained carpet, followed by her short sleeve shirt, until she was left in nothing but her pants and a grey sports bra. You darted your eyes away at what felt like lightening speed and blinked a few times as if to try and get the image out of your head. Suddenly the floor was the most interesting thing you had ever seen and you absolutely refused to look anywhere but down, but out of the corner of your eye you could tell Ellie was removing her canvas shoes and cargo pants. You felt embarrassment flood into your cheeks and you bit down on your lip as a distraction.

“You’re looking a little flustered there.” Ellie said, followed by a low chuckle. It was a statement but almost felt like she was questioning you, like she wanted you to confess the panicked feeling in your gut.

“What are you doing?” You asked, still refusing to make any kind of eye contact with her.

“Taking my wet clothes off. You’ll get hypothermia if you keep yours on and I wouldn’t recommend it.” She spoke, in a completely serious tone, while hanging her clothes up over the end of the bed frame.

“I can’t exactly do that.” You scrunched your mouth together and held your wrists up into her vision. You looked up at her for the first time and felt your breathing involuntarily come to a holt. Ellie was toned and strong, and her skin was pale and had dustings of freckles all over just like on her nose. It was the first time you had gotten a proper look at her tattoo too, and you hadn’t expected it to snake all the way up her forearm. It appeared to be of a moth and some kind of foliage, maybe ferns, and you couldn’t help but feel pleased with that choice.

“I’ll have to help you then.” Ellie offered, and your head started to spin with panic. You had spent your whole life thus far being taught the importance of being modest, and only a very few handful of times had you been exposed to another woman’s figure that way, let alone anyone else seeing your own.

“Unless you wanna be freezing all night?” All you could do was look up at the girl now standing over you with wide eyes and you gave her a small nod in agreement.

She held her hand out and you lifted your attached hands to meet hers, and lifted you into a standing position with one swift motion. You stood facing her and you thought that that had probably been the closest you had gotten to her face to face this entire time. You noticed that aside from the smell of someone who hadn’t washed in a while, she smelt like wood chips and ash, and you thought it suited her.

She untied the rope around you, but slower this time. Slower than usual. She was keeping her dilated eyes locked onto yours as if she was talking to you without speaking. If you had to guess, you thought she might’ve been saying ‘I’m trusting you. Don’t fuck this up’, and you understood. She took a few steps back and continued watching you, and an uncomfortable silence and stillness filled the room.

You considered asking her to turn around as Ellie’s single pair of eyes suddenly felt like you were standing in front of a whole village of people, but knew you didn’t have an option. You slid your cord jacket off both your arms and Ellie held her hand out to take it from you. You managed to kick off both your boots using the balls of your feet, and reached down to your pants, undoing the metal button. Keeping your eyes purposefully off to the side of the woman in front of you, you tugged your pants and they fell down your legs, revealing your black briefs underneath. You quickly pulled your shirt up over your head to get it over with and as your head came back through the other side, you caught Ellie’s eyes break from yours and wander down your body.

“I’ll take those.” Ellie said, clearing her throat before speaking and turning to hang up your soaked clothes. Your breath hitched for a second and the fear you felt around this women was now different, much like when she had touched your hair, but you couldn’t quite describe what it was. Nothing you particularly wanted to run from as your feet felt glued to the floor.

“Fuck.” Ellie snapped you out of your thoughts as she was rushing back over to you, holding the rope in hand and before you even had time to react, she was tying your wrists together again. With everything happening you had both forgotten about it and you almost found the women’s lack of her usual sharpness entertaining. But not yours. Yours wasn’t entertaining in the slightest. She tied the other rope again to the bottom of the bed frame.

“I’ll change your bandages in the morning.” You nodded.

It was working. You knew it then. Was she trusting you? Was she weakening? Was she feeling bad for you? You wished you could read that guarded brain of hers and figure out what she was thinking. You knew you couldn’t stop then. You couldn’t try and run just yet. You knew you had to push on, no matter how hard and complicated it felt. Just for a little while longer.

Ellie slumped down on the floor close by, but not too close. She was always keeping her distance, but being near enough to keep an eye on you.

“How long have you been by yourself?” You asked.

“A little over two weeks. You?”

“I don’t even know. Months.”

“No wonder you smell so bad.” Ellie teased.

“Heeeey!” You said, drawing out the word for impact. “Have you smelt yourself?” You retaliated. The two of you laughed a little before a silence draped over you.

“Why did you leave your home?”

“I don’t think you’re the one who’s meant to be asking questions here.” She said, and you took note of how much her tone had lightened since your first encounter.

“I, uh, just had to get away for a while. I was stressed.”

“So, you’re telling me that almost getting murdered by demons everyday is better than whatever’s going on at home?” You raised your eyebrows and Ellie let out a warm chuckle. You felt pride well up in your tummy for making her laugh.

“Yup.” She nodded at you. “Um, there was a lot of things going on…but, I broke up with someone, and they took it pretty hard and I just needed some space. That’s all really.” You were completely taken aback but you found her sharing with you incredibly endearing.

“Damn. How long were you with him?”

“Uh.” Ellie rubbed at the back of her neck uncomfortably.

“Her. Cat’s a girl. We were together for like two years.”

“Oh, sorry-“ You stuttered.

“It’s fine.” Ellie looked down and started to fiddle with her knife.

“No, I am really sorry that you’re going through that.” You spoke. Ellie suddenly erupted in a loud scoff.

“Dude, I literally have you here kidnapped, tied to a fucking bed frame, why the fuck are you apologising to me?” You were completely speechless, but she was right. You hadn’t even thought twice about it and had actually felt a shred of genuine sympathy for this girl. What the hell?

“I don’t know.” You said honestly.

Before drifting to sleep that night, your mind circulated around thoughts of Ellie. You had never met someone who openly admitted to liking a woman like that. You didn’t even know that that was allowed to be talked about out loud.

When you were around seven, a man in your village was caught with another man, and as punishment they were hung in front of everyone. Including you. You’ll never get the haunting image out of your head as one of them sobbed, while the other burned blue and lifeless. After that, you understood. That was that. You were to grow up and marry a man, or you were to die. And that was just something you had to accept.

[bassclarinety]

I want to psycho analyze the Madrigal’s gifts by the triplets’ line.

Bruno’s is the most obviously worse out of the Triplets. Physically taxing, mentally scarring in some cases, and drives a wedge between him and everyone around him. I think if Bruno had had any cannon children, their gifts would have been similarly bad. -100/10, the future is overrated.

Pepa’s line is interesting to analyze in my opinion.

Pepa has a difficult gift in the first place- she has to bottle up her own emotions to maintain a perfect weather cycle, has to force negative (in most cases) ones to change the cycle, and her bottled up emotions have a chance of exploding in a quite nasty way. I think we can see her gift’s difficulties reflected in her children’s. 2/10, I would be raining all the time, and I would give a big fat middle finger to anyone telling me “you have a cloud!”

Dolores’ is obvious in my opinion- she literally has a heightened sense tuned to what seems to be roughly a mile around the Encanto (give or take), and if she is able to concentrate on a certain set of noises, which in of itself is a difficulty, she’s left with the decision to either share or act on anything she hears. Her gift has slim to no upsides, and I’d go as far as saying that it has no upsides at all. -∞/10, even though my hearing sucks atm.

Camilos’ is a little more subtle, but certainly still prevalent- he/they literally have the ability to shift any part of their body into anyone he has a clear image of- or to even change things about his body he doesn’t like- hello, body dysmorphia?? And I can’t imagine that this ability isn’t taxing- so if he wasn’t constantly eating Tia Julieta’s miracle food, I would bet that his muscles would be sore ALL the time. And having to eat constantly to replace burned energy! -7/10, I already don’t like my face, but I don’t want to have a cure-all for it!

As for Antonio, I don’t honestly know if his gift would have huge upsides like his siblings- but I think it would be like Julieta’s side- subtle, but really serious. Antonio can understand any animal- and they’re probably more compelled to be nice to him (i hope) but that would mean that Antonio probably won’t be doing much socializing outside of his family. Possible social anxiety? He’s got a really good net of people to help him though, so I can’t honestly see much downside to his gift. 10/10, the only good rating, I want to hear gossip from animals about the humans.

And oh, ho, ho! We’ve arrived at Julieta’s side of the family!

At first glance, I think Julieta’s gift looks pretty much without downside- just eat some of her cooking and wow! No more seriously broken bone!

Two things immediately pop out to me- this hinges on Julieta’s cooking, nobody else! I’m obviously not sure how persnickety magic is, but assuming it’s extremely picky, Julieta has to do everything- that means from raw ingredients to fully cooked, and she has to make a LOT. No rest for the weary here!

Second- relying on a magical cure for sickness and injury is concerning to me in two ways. What happens in a situation where (like after Casita falls) Julieta’s cooking isn’t a heal-all? Does she know anything about identifying injuries or treating them? I’d wager very little- given how much time she has to spend preparing her magical food.

And lastly- we saw a pattern here! Julieta has no time (or very little) to do literally anything else other than working with her gift. I’d wager she’d kinda get resentful of having to cook so much- it keeps her from paying attention to people who need her, not her food! Julieta’s gift gets a -2/10 for me, and that’s with me considering that her food could remove nausea.

Isabella Perfecta- on the outside I’d see her gift as pretty damn amazing- grow any flower, make a tree speed run growing, make any garden flourish? Cool!

But I think before Isabella actively changes what she’s growing, I think she could cause more harm than good. Any non-native plant can become an invasive species, if left unchecked. Now I think this is where it gets more complicated- I have a feeling that at least a certain amount of Isabella’s abilities are linked to her emotions, and if she set her mind to it, Isabella could likely remove plants in a wide area, much more effectively than a regular person. So, meh on the oof scale.

However! Her gift is incredibly unique, and we certainly saw that she used it ALL the time, often to try to appease Abuela. Now I’m going to try not to rant about Abuela’s influence on this side of the Madrigals, but the sheer energy Isabella spent on appeasement must’ve meant physical exhaustion. On my scale I’d say 6/10, because I realized that her abilities would help curb deforestation. In terms of taxing, 5/10.

Luisa. Oh, wonderful, beautiful Luisa.

I don’t have a lot to say really, your gift means you’re expected to do all the heavy lifting. You’re taken advantage of to move a building (seriously why did they have her move the church? No enough godly light??) and other things that HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING MOVED! REROUTING A RIVER IS NOT A THING TO BE DONE BY ONE PERSON!

This also means you’re away from the people you want to spend time with- you can pry my thoughts about how much Luisa loves her little sister from my cold dead hands, I’m a last child, I know how older siblings (with 5+ age gap) really want to treat their siblings, and it’s to play/spend time with them at the drop of a hat.

On top of all this? Her entire mental image of herself is being able to serve others in increasingly over complicated ways. She lost her cool at the dinner because she couldn’t do what a GUEST asked her to do. If I was the head of a household and my guest asked my (overpowered and certainly capable) child to move a large object for their own whim, I would kick them out! (Seriously! Mariano is fine, but Señora Guzman is on thin fucking ice!)

In my terms, Luisa’s gift is a 3/10, and that’s because she’s gotta have a heightened balance ability somewhere in there too.

And finally, Mirabel. Oh Mirabel, I literally sobbed every time you felt the gap between you and your family members- as a third child, you are so relatable and it broke my heart!

As a giftless Madrigal, you were seen less than, maybe not intentionally- but the feeling of uselessness was constantly being projected onto you, just because those with gifts wouldn’t allow you to help.

Because of that feeling of uselessness, I think Mirabel overcompensated- tried to do things that would “make my family proud”, show that she’s just as special as the rest of her family, and she shouldn’t be pushed aside just because she has no gift.

However, in a way, I think the lack of a gift saved Mirabel a lot of pain- the pain of never being enough, not if she couldn’t stretch herself to her very limits just to make people happy.

My diagnosis? Mirabel’s lack of a gift is a 8/10, and it’s only an 8 because no gift caused her so much pain.

Long story short, I think that the Madrigal’s family followed a pattern in gift types/burdens, and in the end I would call the gifts the drawback of creating a safe haven. They might be cool, but I would not want a Madrigal’s gift for myself, not even if it meant clear skin.

[kdramaxoxo]

Hi there, wanted to ask if you could recommend shows that have the same feels as Hometown Chachacha or Hospital Playlist? Those two are my healing dramas atm, they refresh me after a stressful week. :) Thank you!

Hometown Cha Cha Cha and Hospital Playlist are great!

Slice of Life K-Dramas with Soft Romance (small-town, unique settings a plus)

Run On: This really well made k-drama is the most like Hometown Cha Cha Cha in my opinion. The settings are nothing alike but the vibrancy of the filming, the healing elements and the wholesome feelings really vibe the same.

When The Camellia Blooms: A really well done slice of life drama about a single mom who opens a bar. Lots of great small town characters and her son is like, the smartest kid in the world? The romance is very fluffy too. This does also have a murder/mystery plot so it feels a little darker but they are similar in a bunch of ways.

Your House Helper: This one is a lovely drama, and I really enjoyed the female focused and supportive friendships. It’s about a girl who’s father dies and is trying to put her life back together. To pay the bills her friends move in and they hire a ‘house helper’ to get themselves organized. It’s a quieter pace that I quite liked and I wish more people had given it a chance.

Be Melodramatic / Melo Is My Nature: This drama is by far my favorite slice-of-life drama of 2019. Found family, strong and complex characters, I laughed, I cried. Plus a gay character that’s an actual character, with the gay as a casual side note (classy k-drama!!) It was just a perfect show for me. There’s romance, but all of the stories are super interesting.

A Piece Of Your Mind: This kdrama really captured my heart (even if the premise is a not for everyone). Using an AI software to capture the personality of someone, a group of people are pushed together by a person they care about who is no longer alive. It’s an unusual premise, but the AI takes a back seat to the romance, friendship and healing that so many of them need. Almost everyone in this show needs comfort and healing.

When the Weather Is Fine: A girl returns to her small and quiet hometown to live with her estranged aunt. She is reacquainted with a class mate and gets a job at his book store. The highlights of this drama are the soft romance scenes, and the side characters. The end portion was a bit of a disappointment but it was worth it for the first 2/3s.

Thirty But Seventeen: Precious puppies with past trauma! Don’t be turned off by the shows description as it turned out to be one of the best surprises of 2018 for me. The leads are lovely and everyone relies and supports one another - it’s so sweet.

Reunited Worlds: Heads up that this has fantasy elements but those elements aid in soft moments and healing for friends and family. I’m one of the only people who adored this drama but it really captured my heart. Hae Sung, a senior in high school dies and through k-drama magic, travels twelve years into the future to solve the mystery of his death. He reunites with his high school sweetheart (a now 31 year old woman) and the two fall back in love. His return brings his family and friends back together so they can all heal. 

Racketboys: Disclaimer - this wholesome drama is on my to-watch list and I haven’t started it yet. I added it because a @fightoh recommended it and all of my mutuals LOVED it. 

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

In the Afternoon Hour

[ID: Minimalist photo with autumn leaves above with the Lora orange text that reads “Enchant Presents: WIP #3 Tale” below  /finish ID]

A/N: I kinda had to write this short to get to know my latest WIP and characters more. So, here’s a nice story with banter, hints of poly and light angst. If somehow people become interested in this, tell me you want to be on the tag-list or something. IDK where this story’s going except yeah. . .

Here’s the first two stories of this posted here, x, x.

Note: this WIP is in the backburner atm.

Word Count: 1642

TW: food

***

Butterflies flap their colorful wings as they glide across the flowerbeds, flying along the current of the brisk wind. The squirrels chirps, running down the trees in a race for more food. The bright light of the sun bursts through the large clouds, letting most of the land be covered in sunshine. A chestnut horse runs across the meadow on it's path towards the obstacles.

On the stables, a young woman, with dark brown skin and black hair, climbs up the grey horse. Another woman of the same age watches with a languid interest. She's picking the berries out of the bowl, removing the excessive stems.

"Are you sure, you want to do this?" Aasiya asks, her voice muffled by her chewing. "You could read another book again, you know? Horse riding's far too tedious to spend time in the morning."

"And let my older sister best me again? Ha, I think not," Zonja replies, reaching for the reins. "I'm not gallant rider, but I studied enough about horse riding to understand the process. All I have to do is let the horse take the lead while trying to guide it."

"No, you have to work with the horse." Aasiya tilts her head to the side.

Zonja raises her brows. "Oh, really? How would you know that?"

Aasiya scoffs, swallowing the berry.

"Please, I spent enough time watching your brother trying to ride horses."

"Then trust me, when I tell you I have this under my control."

"Alright. I'm not going to be very happy, if you don't make it back in one piece."

Zonja huffs out dry laughter.

"We'll see about that."

When Zonja orders the horse to ride, they set out to the glades of the grassy fields. Aasiya pulls her mouth down then resumes to her snack. They're racing down the path leading to the stacks of hay. Oh dear. Even the prince tried avoiding running into any of them. The horse gallops on the stack of hay ahead as Zonja yelps. Aasiya winces. The Princess is not usually fond of riding horses, unless she wanted to try something different.

And today's that day to try something different.

After a round of jumping and crying out, Zonja returned to the stables. She pants, dropping the reins of the horse then wipes the sweat from her forehead.

Aasiya sets down the basket of books on the marble railing, waiting for her arrival. It's a good morning for riding. The clear weather provides a magnificent view for those, who wish to travel throughout the nation.

Few strands of Zonja's wavy dark curls falls out of her tied bun. She removes the helmet than fixes her hair once more. Aasiya wishes she could reach for them with her fingers and test it's softness. Whenever Zonja's hair was loose and tumbling down her shoulders, she often swoons.

Perhaps, it's an unladylike reaction but she can't contain it. Not when Zonja's true beauty is reflected in her actions and words.

Zonja dismounts from her horse, getting on the ground with a swift landing on her feet. She carries a grace that Aasiya rarely sees in the royal guests visiting the kingdom.

Being a lady-in-waiting and kitchen girl did wonders for her. Aasiya gets the cupcakes from the basket and takes off the wrapper.

As Zonja walks over to her, she turns her head from side to side.

"Where did everyone else go? Are we only the people here?" Zonja asks, sounding puzzled.

Aasiya shrugs, licking the cream off the cupcake, raising her brows at the princess. Zonja huffs a chuckle, shaking her head. It picks up her heart rate, which she wishes she can ignore and pretend it's not there.

What good will it do if she keeps feeling like this? And around the princess, it's pure non-sense because she didn't have the opportunity to ask for her hand. Besides, the princess is arranged to get married with the prince of the neighboring kingdom. It's unwise to court her now or else she'll be damned in the process.

"Good afternoon, your Highness and fair lady."

The two of them turn around to the quiet voice behind them. A young man, one with light brown skin and long black hair reaching his shoulders, bows to them. He's in a pale green embroidered tunic with riding boots.

Aasiya's stomach lurches then she forces herself to remain still.

It's Prince Lerenzo, the brother of Zonja's suitor. To be honest, she didn't understand how she's not immune to his worldly charms. While he's a prince with a spotless reputation, she still needs to maintain caution around him.

"A great morning to you too, your Highness," Aasiya replies, curtseying to him. "Although, you look rather dashing a little too early for the day. Not that I have a problem with it, of course."

The prince tucks his dark locks behind his ear and makes a silvery chuckle.

Zonja pulls a face. "Very funny, Aasiya. Ignore her, she's only being silly."

"Apologies accepted, Princess Zonja," the prince replies with all grace. He quirks a brow at her before flicking his attention back to the princess. "I'm rather not used to receiving compliments after presenting myself to the public. I'd say the gown does wonders for you, Lady Aasiya."

"Aww, pleasure's all mine." Aasiya bestows her best smile. She catches Zonja staring at her mouth until she looks back at the prince once more.

Something's lingering in the air and she can't name it. Something stiff and quiet and close to being dreadful. She doesn't understand it, she doesn't want to try either.

Oh, to be in the company of two royals would make anyone seethe with envy. Aasiya definitely didn't want to be cause for their anger. Especially since she's a girl from the countryside of the nation.

Her attention returns to the prince as he clears his throat.

"Care to join me for a cup of tea?" The prince asks, raising his brows. "I would be honored to have your company, your Highness. As well as the Lady Aasiya."

"Of course, Prince Lerenzo!" Aasiya jumps to her feet. "I'd be delighted to share some food during a cup of tea with you!"

The prince's lips curves into an inviting smile.

Something in that smile makes her chest leap with joy. How can not just one but two smiles make her feel like that? Things similar to that remain foreign to her.

"I suppose, I shall take a break after the brisk exercise," Zonja murmurs, bowing her head.

Aasiya and Zonja follows the prince as he leads them to the pavilion, where a table's set with tea and plates of desserts. Aasiya presses her stomach at the presence of pie. Hmm, someone must have prepared this ahead of lunch. While she spends so much of her time in the castle kitchen, she doesn't get the chance to eat as much as she wanted to. Only in Zonja's company, she's offered to eat in the dinner and breakfast. Other than that, she eats after her duties of the day were over.

The prince pulls two chairs back, letting them take a seat. He pours tea on the empty teacups, the minty scent wafting in the air. He takes a seat, briefly eying Zonja.

She remembers the prince staring at Zonja during the ball, where they invited royals from all over the world. Before they were properly introduced, she didn't know he's the cousin of Prince Mauro. They're displayed differences that surprised her. Unlike Prince Mauro who preferred the company of the general, Prince Lerenzo opts to be around the other members of the royal family. Especially with Zonja. She didn't know why, however, it's none of her concern.

Zonja's more than capable of taking care of herself.

With her graceful fingers, Zonja reaches for the teacup and stirs it with a spoon.

The prince picks up a teacup. "I take it your riding exercise went well?"

"No, it did not," Zonja admits with a tight grimace. "The horse didn't maintain it's speed, almost hurtling me on the grass! Can you believe that? If I had known it wasn't going to be easy to ride a horse, the first time."

"Oh, that's awful."

"Tell me about it. And to think, I'd squash my sister's record."

With a snort, Aasiya takes a sip of her tea. Usually, she's not very quiet and does participate in a conversation. However, now that's not the case. She's too busy, distracted by the taste of the tea and the warmth of the air surrounding them.

"The next time, you try to ride

Zonja nods curtly, focusing on her tea. The beam of sunlight shining on her dark eyes.

Now this is perfect, Aasiya thinks. The sky is golden like the ocean in the afternoon light and they were sharing a decent cup of tea. She revels in the domesticity of it all, wondering how she got to be here with the most delightful people she knows.

Aasiya's stomach sinks as a realization hits her. No, this can't happen at all. For her status prevents a future to happen between her, Zonja, and Lerenzo. A mere kitchen girl getting involved with not only one but two royals? It will cause a tizzy in the kingdom for sure. She can't do this to them. For she cares for them deeply in ways they can't know.

Despite that, she'll still steal chances to be with them with each one she gets. After all, she can't let the nation's rules stop her.

While the tea brews in the air, she stays seated with her companions. The glow of the afternoon shines on the other two people on table, smiling as they share an amiable chat about the day. Aasiya's certain to enjoy this moment after storing it in her mind's memories.

***

[sylvie-writes]

Summer Heat

Summary: in which the reader and her husband Andy go for a nice bike ride amidst the summer heat.

I’m making this a headcanon (My 1st at that) bc I have zero inspo atm

yeah, there is a shameful self-promotion in here if you see it. 

kinda unedited, so plz pardon any mistakes

Labor Day was right around the corner, signaling the ending of summer. Soon you’d be going back to work and now was the only time you could spend with your husband.

The weather was an enjoyable 70 degrees, perfect for a bike ride. One that Andy had suggested last night over dinner. 

“And tomorrow’s high will be 73 degrees, ideal weather folks!” The meteorologist then tuned off for a commercial break as you turned your attention from the tv to Andy. You could see the gears sharply turning in his head, pensive, as he mindlessly picked at the chicken. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about babe?” Reaching across the table you lightly tapped Andy’s resting hand, his head popping up from his daydream.

“Huh? Oh!” Your words replayed in his head as he hadn’t heard them in the first place. “We should go for a bike ride tomorrow. Ya know before work starts, just you and me.” 

Andy looked up to you and held your hand that was once gently laying on his. A winsome smile stretched across his face. 

“Sounds like a plan, bestie.” Happy with your answer, Andy resumed his dinner, you getting up for some salad. 

For the bike ride, you wore some light denim shorts and a simple cantaloupe colored t-shirt, Andy wearing a red short-sleeve button down and grey shorts. 

While Andy removed the bikes from the racks in the garage, you situated two water bottles and both of your wallets and cell phones. 

Upon entering the garage, you stopped dead in your tracks to see Andy lifting your cruiser bicycle off of the rack, his shirt practically hermetically sealed around his arms, the buttons struggling to hold on. Once your bike was down, he went to grab his own, watching you out of the corner of his eye, making sure his movements were slow. 

The two of you always goofed around, whether that be making jokes or just teasing each other. 

“Muscle, baby, muscle.” Walking by, you dropped Andy’s water bottle into the holder, then tapping on his biceps as he laughed deep within his gut. Before you could walk away, his arms caught your waist, spun you around and pressed a short yet sweet kiss to your lips. 

Once the two of you had your things together, Andy closed the garage while you pulled out your phone, playing a Spotify playlist that you shared with your husband, a hodgepodge of many songs. 

Starting out on the street in your neighborhood, you realized there wasn't a plan for the day.

“Hey ‘Drew, where are we going exactly?”

The two of you rode side by side, making it much easier to communicate and keep track of the other. 

“Into town! I was thinking, ice cream!” A devious grin grew onto his face. Andy knew you wouldn’t say no and that’s exactly what happened. 

Turning out of your neighborhood and onto the sidewalk, your phone suddenly switching from “Don’t Stop Believing” to “Wannabe.” 

Visibly you cringed and shook your head, about to change the song suddenly noticing Andy... attempting to dance while biking, singing along to the words.

“C’mon babe! Sing along!” You laughed at your husband’s puerility. 

Ever the ham, Andy was doing this to embarrass you, to which your giggles would most definitely erupt. Your nervous habit. 

The man really didn’t care if any of yours or his friends drove by, you were his wife, someone he could be a total goober around. 

Finally you caved in and joined him.

“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.”

Eventually after a couple of nostalgic songs, you both made it into town and at the ice cream parlor. 

A bike rack was cemented out front of the shop, convenient for you and Andy to lock the bikes up there. 

Walking into the ice cream parlor, you both were met with a rush of cold air, or maybe it was just cold because you had been biking for quite some time now. 

“Hello.. Oh! Hi! Mr. & Mrs. Barber what can I get you?” The young girl’s personality lit up once she saw your faces. Everyone in the town of Newton pretty much knew who your husband was, also making you just as known. 

Returning a friendly smile to the girl, you ordered three scoops of mint chip, your’s and Andy’s favorite ever since college. (As mentioned here hehe) 

Taking two spoons, you sat at the table where Andy happily eyed the stack of ice cream sitting in the bowl in front of him. Handing him the spoon, you giggled as he immediately dug into the mint chip, looking at you utterly confused.

Mouthful of ice cream your man-child answered…

“Wut?” 

Some ice cream dripped down his bearded chin and you quickly reached for the napkin, dabbing his chin and dramatically sighing. 

“Why have a child when I have to take care of you?” 

Removing your hand from his face, Andy just shrugged his shoulders going back to mining through the ice cream scoops. 

Exiting the parlor, stomachs full, your arm was wrapped in Andy’s as you strolled to the bikes. Just as Andy was about to unlatch the bikes, you stopped him. 

Looking across the street you pointed to the little dress shop, the displays in the window shining from the afternoon sun.

“I need a dress for that charity dinner, that may I remind you, is the one you are dragging me to!” 

Andy’s work was hosting a gala for an extension on one of the buildings. 

You didn’t want to go, but your husband had to be there. Of course he didn’t want to show up either, yet he’d rather suffer with you and your jocular complaining, there to entertain him. 

Compliant with your request, you both crossed the street and entered the boutique, many rows of handmade dresses lining the aisles. 

Andy picked out two dresses while you already had two of your own in hand. Gladly, you took his picks and headed straight for the dressing room, a bench in front of it so you could showcase. 

The first dress was a dusty rose, A-Line, asymmetrical chiffon evening dress. It’s three-quarter sleeves, stopped directly at the elbow, perfect for the upcoming fall weather. 

The party was the first week of October but you wanted to get this shopping over with now. 

The second dress, Andy had picked out. A burgundy floor length gown, tank sleeves and a v-neck that was stunning. Along the left leg, a slit that ran up to your knee, presenting your legs and your future choice of heels. 

When showing that dress to Andy he looked up from his phone, absolutely stunned. You were always able to take away his breath, as cheesy as it sounds. 

The third dress, a navy blue maxi dress. Long lace sleeves that were surprisingly comfortable. 

And finally, the fourth dress. A grey cold shoulder midi dress, with some lace on the chest. 

All of the dresses Andy loved, which really didn’t help. You specifically brought him along for his opinion. 

So maybe you were a little indecisive on your own… 

After a few minutes of debating, you received an answer.

“I love the burgundy one.” 

And you agreed with him. 

At the counter, Andy fought you to buy the dress to which you stubbornly replied that you’d buy it yourself. 

It was a running game in your marriage. The two of you would always “fight” over who would pay. 

“Just save us from the knock-down drag-out and let me pay!” 

You both were really too good for each other, but in the best way possible. 

The lady at the shop had politely offered to hold the dress so you could come back and get it tailored tomorrow. Very helpful since you only had bicycles as the chosen mode of transportation.

By the time you had finished dress shopping, it was already time for dinner, the ice cream dissipating and no longer able to quench your hunger. 

The bicycles were still latched to the rack as you and Andy sat on the bench beside it.

“You hungry?” You nodded and Andy pulled out his phone looking for places to eat, you doing the same. 

Ten minutes later, Andy had found a pizza parlor about 3 miles away, an easy bike ride for you both. 

The pizza parlor chosen was your typical family-run restaurant, simple yet delicious food. 

After being seated, the two of you were starving, so hungry that when the waiter came for drink orders, you also put in the pizza order. 

For the twenty minutes that ensued, you and Andy shared a basket of bread, making conversation about work and such. 

When the pizza showed up on the table, it was like a saint had arrived. Your empty stomachs figuratively thanked you both at the first bite of pizza. 

Like ravenous animals, you both scarfed down at least two slices in a matter of minutes. Pausing, Andy looked at you and you did the same. 

Setting the pizza down, the two of you just started laughing at your messy guzzling, pizza sauce on both of your faces. 

The people around you were probably confused at your sudden outbursts. Then again who cares? 

Once again, you wiped Andy’s face, him doing the same to you. As you wiped the sauce from his beard, Andy caught your hand and kissed your wedding ring.

“You truly are my best friend, (y/n). I don’t deserve you.” 

Andy was most certainly your best friend and you his. 

Eeekkk im literally screaming. I looove andy. Sorry for the crappy writing, yet thanks for sticking through it.