#this is a bittersweet storytime but

[yorufi]

May I request a Tooth Fairy grilling. the mental image of it is just funny. autism be damned this dentist can work a grill

this is my fav request so far (i put all my knowledge about american culture here /hj)

i want another event with greenlake cast where they go on a road-trip through the states (with TooF and Z as drivers) and have the most 🦅🦅🦅 american 🇺��🇺🇸 experience 🤠🤠🤠 ever. some shenanigans later and they have a grill cookout, because TooF was bragging about her new grill that she got on a yard sale and was waiting for a moment when she could finally grill. she comes out with a grill in this glory of an outfit (i thought about putting her in a moo moo, but this screams more homosexual)

i would love to put the rest of greenlake cast in a spectrum of queer fashion, but for now only Madam Z, Sonetto and Vertin

update: i found a better shirt for TooF grill outfit… regretting not checking twitter before that

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Back in 3rd grade, my class and I went on a field trip to this forest where we studied about bugs and lizards. We were paired up into groups and I got grouped up with this girl in my class. We’ll call her Anne. My relationship with Anne…was complicated, to say the least. She never really talked to me, sometimes called me a weirdo, and would give me stink eyes when we were at lunch. So being together with her lowkey scared me, but I still tried to be friendly because that’s what a good person does. To my surprise, Anne was actually…really nice. When she was reading the little pamphlet on an exhibit, I saw the little gleam in her eyes. The same gleam I’d see in everyone else. I was so taken aback, but I was also super relieved. I couldn’t believe I had assumed her to be this cold and distant girl when she was actually just this shy kid. When our trip was over, and we were heading towards the bus, I noticed a stick on the ground. It was a long and beautiful stick, and me being me, I grabbed it and brought it back to the school with us. It was a reminder of that wonderful trip, those good times with people who made me feel alive. When we got back to the school, we were walking over to the cafeteria when my teacher noticed the stick. She made me throw it away. The beautiful majestic stick, tossed into the garbage bin. Never to be seen again.

But don’t worry, this story kinda has a happy ending. Since that day, Anne started being openly more social with me and hung out with me alongside my friends. She went from this aloof and quiet girl to a snarky but well-meaning kid. Thinking about 3rd grade is actually making me emotional. I moved schools during my childhood, and we’ll call the one I spent this year of my life in “V” (for privacy reasons). My parents complain that V was the worst school they’ve sent me to but V was the only school that made me feel like I belonged. The playground was cozy, all the kids knew and liked me, and it was just…this…place of happiness. When the school year ended, I was given the choice to keep attending V or return to my old school. My stupid nostalgia-riddled brain chose my old school. I thought I could make amends with my old teachers and be a good kid again, but it just led me down a path I’ll never fix.

I should’ve stayed at V, where I felt happy and loved and cared for. Imagine in another life, 3 more years of paradise at that place. But I’m a teenager now, and I know I can never go back.

[lowerthanapplebottomj]

“And It’s Just As Good As I Knew It Would Be”

And so I started falling,

Endlessly.

From the clouds-I went.

Falling, laughing, crying, and fighting like hell.

I hit the ground hard and fast and when I finally opened my eyes— I was so confused

My skin was warm and the sun was bright. I looked up and I saw you holding out your hand. Intoxicated with the smell of sweet wine and your laughter. I started running with you —the most irresistible force of fire and life I have ever known.

I didn’t want to understand how this happened. I thought I was dying? I accepted my fate and somehow gravitated to your soul. Like that’s exactly what the universe had planned, pushing me off of the clouds- this is why I had fallen.

Deeply, Madly, Endlessly.

I never knew anything as sweet as you.

With blood on my lip and bruises on my body. You healed a part of me I didn’t know was so broken.

Although, my wounds were deeper than I actually knew. You couldn’t get to them. Embedded into my bones I felt something snap, I looked down and I was bleeding. My heart fell out of my chest.

We just stared…

Tears flowed down your cheek.

Gently, you picked it up and placed it back into my hands. Giving me a cute little cartoon bandaid, and we continued running.

but,

We ran out of bandaids— that was a shit fucking day. You didn’t know what to do. It was storming. Rain was pouring. I couldn’t see, I wiped the water from my eyes and I saw something dark emanating in the distance- monstrous shadows slowly creeping out of the night sky.

They were familiar, and I was terrified.

I knew they were coming for me.

You held me tight and I should of held you tighter. I should have kissed you harder. I screamed as they dug their claws into my feet ripping me away from you.

They took me. Pulled me under. You tried grabbing my hands. You did everything you could, Everything. You fought. Cuts and bloody knuckles.

Your heart got broken.

I knew this part was my fault.

You see, I knew them from long ago, and they only got more sinister since I was a kid. I was just so fucking tired. I should have protected you. I should have gave you a clear warning. Although I thought I tried, didn’t I?

Maybe you just thought I was joking. Just trying to playfully scare you, like in the movies we’d watch, but unlike the bad acting in chainsaw massacre—this was real and you didn’t understand. How could you?

They were vicious. They told me that you hated me. Told me I was worthless. Fed me poison and told me that love never existed. I scoffed and screamed out your name- giving them the middle finger. It exists. I said.

It got quiet

dead silence filled the air…

Slowly stepping forward, claws dragging on the cold hard ground. They each held up a jagged mirror to my starved and broken body.

Dissociation glazed over my face.

Gripping a fist full of my hair, forcing my tear stained eyes to the image in front of me.

“How could anybody love you?”

A trail of mocking laughter echoed off the walls and I fell to my knees.

You were trying to get back to me. I heard you calling and I so badly wanted you to hear me. To bring me back to the surface.

But It was too late…

I couldn’t escape. I didn’t have a shovel and six feet under wasn’t going to cut it. I had to salvage what was left of my soul.

This time- I wanted to. Honestly, it brought me no greater joy. Live or eat shit for the rest of your life knowing they will never let you have peace.

It felt like an eternity.

I nearly broke every bone in my body.

Tortured and forgotten until I felt nothing.

For months, I felt…

Nothing…

Rip me into pieces, tear me limb from limb, but being slowly poisoned by nothingness…. Is not of this earth.

Having to constantly remind myself that I was even still alive.

Day after day, I was exhausted. Sinking quietly into the abyss. Collecting shards of broken glass left over from previous years. Careful not to sound off the rust covered chains they kept me in.

Faded and numb , raw and bloody, my fingertips were gently tracing the perfect outline.

I was patient.

I waited until they fell dormant. They do this for periods at a time. They’re sensitive to sounds and I was done living in silence.

The darkness almost swallowed me whole when I felt it. Click. My eyes shot open. I didn’t have a spare second.

Quick to my feet, I lured them in with a bang- Throwing my restraints on the floor. They came lunging towards me and I bolted to the bag of jagged mirrors.

Every single loved ones face, Every single regret and moment of betrayal flooded my body.

Nothing but adrenaline in my veins and the memories of grievous heartbreak pounding inside of my head. I wasn’t afraid anymore- I had nothing more to lose than my life. So, fuck it.

Cutting them off with determination. They clawed after the bag. My fists were raw as I gripped it tight.

Striking the floor. Mirrors shattered in every direction.

Their reflections scattered, but it wasn’t enough.

Dark screeching laughter pulsated through me like nails on a chalkboard.

Palpitating my heart with terror.

Quickly, I slid. Scraping my knee to the only un-shattered piece still left on pitted stained pavement. I held it up strong while it cut deeply into my palm.

Staring in silence and disbelief.

Unfazed by the glass setting fire into my skin.

Boldness and hell ran through my veins.

“it was you who never existed.”

Impulsive rage filled their hollow eyes as they tried for my throat one last time.

I smiled in satisfaction as I waited.

Face to face with their own demise of a faceless existence- They fulminated into ashes.

Falling pure as snow.

twisted echoes fell silent

The smoke cleared and my lungs inhaled deeply.

I could breathe.

Silent tears dripped off the tip of my nose as I looked down on what remained. Standing over the ashes with years of left over rage.

Cursing deeply under my breath.

Spitting onto the ash with spite.

I could have swept what was left under the rug, but I spent too many years doing that.

This was a reminder.

I dusted myself off, and started climbing.

Dirt, sweat and dried up tears covered my entire face.

With my fingertips barely scratching the surface.

I sensed it all at once— Light, Radiance, and Euphoria fell like glitter all around my being.

Finally,

I was free.

I was finally fucking free.

I felt proud. I was grateful. I was healing.

Walking into this new found life, the sun was shining and the trees were swaying in the breeze. I was dancing when it started raining. I smiled, spinning myself around dizzy, joyful-

and there you were.

You looked different.

You looked like you had been searching for me all your life.

It was always you.

Dancing, laughing, as vibrant as the blood moon.

Holding out your hand, impatiently smiling.

“What are you waiting for my love?”

[moonlightduelist]

i’m the last person in the world to watch it but i finished the queen charlotte bridgerton show and really if they have the capacity to produce that level of writing why is the actual bridgerton show like that?

[everydayanewpage]

CHAPTER 3 — Page 6 of 16

📖 33 pages total so far

“Welcome home…” Gavin says, smiling encouragingly at me as he parks the car in front of a two-car garage. 

I take a few deep breaths taking in my surroundings before I follow him to the front door, which is painted a muted sea green. He knocks once and then enters; leading me down a hallway, but not giving me much of a chance to look around. 

We stop in front of a closed door, a study; Gavin knocks again and opens it slowly. 

Mr. Armitage is a very studious man, looking at home behind a large oak desk and amongst shelves and shelves of leatherback books. Odd collections of rocks spread out around the office along with twisting metal, brushed brass or nickel, sculptures. Curiously, a large white porcelain wolf sits on one corner of his desk; a thin laptop lies open, occupying the opposite corner. 

He looks up from papers splayed out before him, his face lighting up as he takes in my willowy presence at the door. “Gemma!” He claps his hands together and rises. He’s tall with dark brown hair that’s flecked with bits of grey and expertly trimmed. He wears thick-rimmed black glasses and looks youthful despite his age, dressed in an edgy navy suit. He rounds his desk and holds out his hands. I take them hesitantly as he appraises me. “You’ve become a very lovely young lady. I know you mustn’t remember me, and I haven’t seen you since you were just a little girl.”

“Kade,” Gavin says nodding to Mr. Armitage. 

“Thank you, Gavin.” Kade says, nodding back.

Gavin ducks out of the office without looking or saying anything to me. 

“Welcome Gemma…I hope your journey was enjoyable?”

I nod shyly and Kade’s expression becomes somber as he closes the door. “Please have a seat, I’m afraid we have some things to discuss before you can settle in…” 

He gestures to one of the cigar leather chairs across from his desk and I take a seat as he returns to his place behind the desk. I stare at my hands clasped tightly together in my lap, feeling very anxious and overwhelmed and not exactly sure how to behave or what to say. 

[exactlydifferentcherryblossom]

Bittersweet

I asked someone out on a date even though I knew they were moving to another state soon. They agreed to go out on the date with me. We went to the movies and had a great time. We have also hung out since then, and I have gone on a rollercoaster of emotions.

Once feelings were reciprocated I started to feel emotionally distant. I knew she was leaving soon, I have severe anxiety, and imposter syndrome on top of that. Not the most satisfying emotional sandwich to eat, but I needed to eat it.

I knew my anxiety was making me feel distant. (I need to leave before they find out what a natural disaster I am. *I know it isn't true, but it's difficult not for me to be scared of something like that happening.) I feel guilty for feeling slightly relieved that it may not progress into something more serious because of this. (Something for me to mention to my therapist next week.)

I am also asexual and am comfortable in my asexuality. However, this is my first experience dating since coming out as ace. I feel the overwhelming tsunami that makes me think that I won't be able to fulfill their needs and in turn be cast aside. She's have been so sweet, supportive, and accepting of my asexuality and it makes me feel so safe.

I am starting to feel like the numbing fog is clearing and feelings are bubbling up. There are still so many unknowns, but I am so happy that I asked her out and that I've gotten to spend time with her. I am also going to miss her.

Falling for someone who is moving away soon is so bittersweet.

[buckevantommy]

thinking about: buck still being in wallow mode in 8x09.. and then eddie leaves, and maddie is busy with the pregnancy and homelife, bobby is busy with the new house designs.. and buck wasn't interested in putting himself back out there after tommy dumped him, but now he has no one to talk to and no one wants to hear about his broken heart anyway and he feels like he's drowning and needs a way out so to fend off loneliness and pain for at least a night - because it's worked before and he doesn't really have anyone or anything else right now - he goes to a bar or a club or whatever and hooks up.

and he just. keeps hooking up. going out to bars and clubs. dances and drinks and fucks multiple times a week. and he doesn't have the same resilience he did in his 20s but he pushes through because the hurt is finally a background ache he can ignore, so he keeps doing it. and he's not really having fun in the same way buck 1.0 never really had fun - because he was always yearning for more, to be wanted and kept just as he is. he always wanted what he found with tommy. or.. thought he found.

anyway: he's a mess, and it doesn't go unnoticed at work that he looks like shit, even if he tries to hide it with a forced smile and attempted storytimes about what he got up to last night. then comes a bad few nights in a row and some rough calls or just being in a foul mood at work because of his personal life and maybe he really shouldn't be working but when bobby presses him on it he proves his competency OR he does something crazy on a call that almost or does get him injured but it's minor (a cut or bruise) and bobby is worried - but there's another call and it's a big one.. and it all the 118 crosses paths with harbor on that call, where buck and tommy interact for the first time since the breakup.

and buck is not fine, despite what he tells bobby. at first he ignores tommy. he's reached the anger stage in the grief of their dead relationship and he's going to ride that wave above the pain that's tormented him for months. he deserves to be pissed at tommy, and at himself for being so hung up on a guy who clearly doesn't think he's worth the effort or worth trusting or worth anything more than what buck is giving the endless string of strangers right now: a good time not a long time.

tommy takes the hint and doesn't try to force conversation or further interaction with buck. maybe buck removes himself from one task to tend to another - which is right when shit is about to go down. either tommy ends up there too by happenstance or he knows buck went that way and chases after him (against orders) right before they both get trapped or secluded from the rest of the team (building collapse, wildfire blockage, etc).

and THIS is where the good stuff happens: buck wrestles between continuing giving tommy the cold shoulder and snapping at him as they try to work together to get out. it culminates in buck lashing out at tommy, letting his anger loose - whether tommy goaded him into it or he overreacted at a small thing because he needed to let it all out. after buck says his piece he sort of.. deflates, exhausted and hurting again and fighting back tears as his words sink in with tommy. there's no time to process because the situation is shifting and they have to move.

tommy gets a chance to apologise before they're free. but it all ends on a sad note before they part ways, with buck basically recognising tommy's cowardice and saying or inferring that he (buck) deserves to be loved. and so does tommy. and he hopes they'll both meet someone who won't run away.

it's a bittersweet ending because there's closure and we get a strong sense that this is what buck needed in order to heal and move on - and cease his buck 2.0 partying ways. but it's not really that simple.

where i'd like to see things go after this series of events: buck returns to a healthier nightlife, stops hooking up with everything that moves. he starts looking and feeling better, and eventually he meets a guy in his neighbourhood or at the firehouse. maybe they're community members, maybe they collaborate on a project, maybe they become somewhat friends even though there's lots of flirting at first. and they start dating. and they date for a few weeks and it's nice.. but it's no more than that. it's not enough. they end things amicably and may even cross paths again in the future (cue jealous tommy).

so: buck gets his wild buck electric boogaloo time, he gets to air his emotions and get closure with tommy, he gets to heal and move on, he gets to date another guy.

and then later - let's say in 9b - he and tommy reconnect, maybe as friends. and little by little those feelings return and strengthen (because they never really went away), but buck is enoying their friendship because tommy is being more open and vulnerable with him now than he ever was when they dated. anyway: eventual kiss, with inevitable angst before getting back together: tommy still struggling with his own trust issues and self worth, or maybe he's currently dating someone else.

there's so many ways they could do this sort of thing and it would be so meaty and good with a happy ending, y'know?

[darksideweeks]

Anxceitmus week starts April 27th and ends on May 3rd!

Heeeeeyo! the submissions for anxceitmus week have been compiled!

Like last time there are two prompts a day and an extras page, the extras can be used as a stand in for a day if the prompts aren't to your fancy!

You can use either prompt of the day or smush em together, and throw in one of the extras if you wanna have more in there! Do what ya like and have fun with it!

Day 1: Late Nights | Secrets

Day 2: Emo/Punk Band | Falling Out

Day 3: Childhood Friends | Bittersweet Childhood Memories

Day 4: Sucked Into a Horror Movie | Comfort in Darkness

Day 5: New Roomies | Reading/Storytime

Day 6: Stuck Together | Animal Traits Chaos

Day 7: After Creativity Split | Pre AA/Post AA

Extras!

Halloween

Kintsugi

Tangled

Fantasy AU

Hero/Villain

Cuddle Pile

Spider/Snake Bite

[liulith]

Another rec list but this time it's only Radiostatic animatics

(romantic, platonic and one-sided)

Aishite Aishite Aishite 🎵 by I.V.Y

Alastor discovers feelings by @nomifae

Alastor finally gets defeated by @nyipi

Alastor really REALLY hates Vox by Darkcatziward | reverse by @pinksartdump

Alastor rejects Vox by aud

Alastor vs compliments by @kiribiribi

All you wanna do 🎵 by josephbaby20

bad word 🎵 大倭瓜只会来南极养生

Be nice to me 🎵 by Ashed Wings

Bigger than love 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Bittersweet 🎵 by gatormurky

Bokusatsu tenshi Dokuro-chan opening 🎵 by @kiribiribi

(BUT) 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

Butcher Vanity 🎵 by 散文幻

Come and dance with me 🎵by spoonyspine

Cure 🎵 by @pinksartdump

Erase me 🎵 by everlasting hiraeth

Fang Zhen (anyway) by 阿波罗落萝洛啰 | voxal的反正 (Anyway) 🎵 by 麦田怪犬

Fear by heyguysitsmekitty

Forget him 🎵 by Chen

Greatest Enemy by Alektoonie

He wants Alastor's attention by @lucdoodle

Hito Mania 人狂热症/人マニア 🎵 by Letranger

Horny angry tango 🎵 by Ratacuache | by zx窒息zx

House of memories 🎵 by Azumi Taragashi

I bet you can't by miruki_tii

I Can't Decide 🎵 by Yi Meng (YT link)

I can't stand you by @kiribiribi

Idol 🎵 by LEMONCATYU

If you win this one I'll give you a kiss by palabokay

I'M HIGH 🎵 by defunoki

is it gay to drunk dial your rival to say you love them? 🎵 by gatormurky

isn't that reason enough? by @yksuna

I won't say I'm in love 🎵 by @pinksartdump

JENNY 🎵 by @angyluffy

Jordan River 🎵 by @flavarrshop

Kamippoi na (God-ish) 🎵 by sm43633294

LOVE LIKE YOU 🎵 by Mikiishui

Mama's Gun 🎵 by 乳制品狂热

Masochism Tango 🎵 by halchui | Masochism Tango by una chamba es vital

"Maybe in another universe" by @flavarrshop part 2

Meant to be yours 🎵 by Phillberry | Meant to be yours by M Shiro | by pinksartdump

Megamind by Sashka

Miseen 🎵 by 炽能果甘 | Miseen by len

Miss you by @kiribiribi

Murder on the dancefloor 🎵 by Morgggart

mutually sadomaso my palabokay

Never getting rid of me 🎵 by palabokay

No I'm hitting on you by palabokay

Obsessed with you by @lucdoodle

Other side 🎵 by cryptidslight | by spaeceymuse | by Crashite

Possibly in Michigan 🎵 by Ram

Punishment Game / Kuru Ringo-sama 🎵 by Yoshida

Rabbit 🎵 by 乌木芥芥次次饭

Red flags (human centipede) 🎵 by @sicgtiti

season 2 leak by @trippyciphs

she wants revenge by @thatoneweasel

SHINY 🎵 by spoonyspine

Shunran 的春岚 🎵 by 兼

Somethin' stupid 🎵 by Mikiishui | Somethin' stupid by Archivisté

STAYED GONE 🎵 by aud

Sweet Talk 🎵 by @mvabank

Target by @colonelcheru

Ten things I hate about you by palabokay

The day after by mallowtownmouse

The Pitiful Children 🎵 by Ratacuache

This guy is in love with you 🎵 by @thatoneweasel

Thrill of First Love 🎵 by Neal

Tongues and Teeth 🎵 by spoonyspine | by Ebonisa

Touch by Mvabank

TWIST THE KNIFE by sheaburger555

Two birds on a wire 🎵 by I.V.Y

USING YOU 🎵 by zar

Vox after he learned Alastor was back by I.V.Y

Vox and Alastor storytime by Maria Quevedo

Vox pranks Alastor by Crashite

"Vox we need to have a talk" by @flavarrshop

Wet 🎵 by Hemiko

"What am I really to you?" by @flavarrshop

What if they became friends? by @cynthesia07

...Which is never enough by Luary

You could call it a rivalry by Lou's dubs, @artofrhues

Your obedient servant 🎵 by momeshi

Your smile is different now 🎵 by palabokay

Zettai Tekitai Mecha Kirai yaa (Absolute Hostility, I Hate You So Much) 🎵 by 禀偶秉也可以是饼干狗 | by Iris | MMD by Futaba Ryo

[loganslowdown4]

The newest reasons to smile video made my heart so happy! He mentions my boy Terry Fox right out of the gate. He’s literally one of our great national heroes 🇨🇦, and they’re hoping that him being on the $5 bill will encourage everyone to donate at least $5 to the Terry Fox Run cancer charity in the coming years!

Additionally, STORYTIME from me! So the last Reasons To Smile video was back in 2020 and in that one, Thomas asked people to send in submissions of articles and jokes which was fun. Me being newish to the fandom back then, I didn’t submit anything, but I found this great article little while later that I held onto it my notes app in case he were to do another video like that. And I eventually asked Thomas about it because I had a good article to share! Well his response was the submission video wasn’t the norm, and I promptly moved past it and forgot about it.

Well after today’s video I went back in my notes app and found the article I had saved from 3 years ago! Thought I’d at least share it here.

It’s about how after Alex Trebek passed on, he donated all his suits to a charity that helps homeless folks get ready for job interviews! It’s bittersweet but it shows what a stand up guy Alex was. Hope you all have a nice night!

[miiashiifts]

𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 ♱

hey everyone!!! this is the second time i’m doing this so again, there might not be much to say but i thought i’d talk more about the “mini” shift i had the other day + more <3

(read my storytime if you haven’t already because i’ll be referring to that a lot) so as i said yesterday, i’ve been feeling very out of it since that shift as i’ve never experienced something like that since i started shifting 4 years ago. everytime i think about my dr it doesn’t feel as far away any more, because i’m almost certain if i wasn’t jerked out of the void i would’ve opened my eyes there. it’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing i’m going to get there so soon, it’s made me rethink my decisions to permashift - i wanna be able to come back on here & tiktok and tell you guys everything that happened in my dr, i feel like that’s becoming one of the main reasons why i wanna shift right now weirdly enough 😭 but i’m trying not to focus too much on that shift, and focus more on the upcoming “full” shift i’m going to experience soon. i’m not sure when i’ll next plan on laying down to shift because i don’t know if i’m fully ready to experience my dr just yet, maybe i’ll wait for a couple of days and prepare myself.

ok now onto the cr stuff 😋 it’s been so sunny in england (especially in the west midlands where i live) and it’s been impacting me way more than i expected, i usually hate summer because autumn/early winter will always be the part of year that i look forward to, but since it’s still spring and i’m not sick of the sun yet i’m trying to make the most of it! literally nothing else has happened in my life besides the shift so i’m sorry this one is short but i hope you guys are enjoying life!! thank u for reading ☀️

[tennessoui]

Ok kit I have a bone to pick with you because you write all these amazing angst stories that go on forever but then there’s only like 3 glimpses of fluff ????? Like ???? Please don’t rip my heart out and just leave it there ???? After putting us through thousands of words of pure dread and stress I feel like we deserve a lil treat at the end like give us more kisses and cuddles and pure happiness

(I’m kidding btw I love everything you give us lol I feel like I need to be in the right headspace sometimes gotta prepare my heart for what’s about to happen. Like pretty pls give us like a very short summary of what happens after that kiss in the drunk party au like surely they get together and get married and whatnot?? Also why did anakin only just divorce padme after 9 years like that’s a pre long time to stay in a marriage he’s not 100% into imo but also what do I do know about love lol)

so storytime right when i was in the sixth grade, smack dab in the middle of impressionable middle schooler at 11 years old, i read ahead in my english textbook (nerd) to a poem we never actually got to in class and it was about these two people who used to be together but who broke up meeting at a party and it's both amicable and bittersweet and they're both on this balcony with the party noises in the background and a storm is approaching and the narrator thinks that everything is frozen in that moment except for them because it's like the person she had loved then was changing and growing before her eyes until they turned into a stranger and then they both go back inside because the storm is almost here and you actually can't stop time and they're not lovers anymore they're just strangers but they had one last moment of being together filled with awkward conversations and nostalgic feelings and then they too understand they can't stop time because you really can't stop time did i mention that and the storm was always going to hit and it's like their final goodbye to both each other and who they used to be

and ive never been able to find that poem cause i don't remember the title or the poet or the 6th grade english textbook it was in but when i say that it had a deep effect on me.....lmao. everything i've ever written contains at least one or two elements of that poem i just wanna make someone else feel the way i did when i was twelve and read it for the first time

[red-elk-arts]

Tiramisu and Storytimes.

This is a drapple from a mfrp server I'm in! I rp Percy! There are Bianca Di Angelo spoilers!

The first proper night’s stay at the House of Hades. Though I’m moving in here in two days, I thought I could explore some now. Nico mentioned the first floor being the mortuary. Bianca’s memorial site is there. I haven’t seen her since…she sacrificed herself at the junkyard.

That quest was the first of the hardest ones I remember ever having the displeasure of being a part of. The curse of quests, having more than three people. We knew some of us were going to die. And she took my place. I still wish to this day that he had lived instead of me. But you can’t change death. If she ever lived long enough to know who her father was, she would have learned to know that. So instead, here I am. Going to visit a room full of ghosts, but she isn’t here.

When I come up to her, I see so many things that she loved, carefully on display all around a photo representing her. In the center, sits a ceremonious plate with a perfectly cut slice of the tiramisu that Wil and I just made the other day for Nico. Seeing it here, knowing he thought of her also missing the taste. It was painfully bittersweet. I sit down across from her, like we’re just old friends having dinner together. 

“Hey, Bianca. Its… Its been a while. I think about you a lot actually. And I tried to keep our promise. But your brother, he was so angry with me when I came home without you.”

I was shocked to hear my own voice sound so strained. Who knows how long I’ve been hiding this in.

“I hope you were proud of him, before you decided to be reincarnated. He misses you more than anything. I know others miss you too. We miss home. Gods love to mess with us so much, we can’t even live peacefully in our home world. I mean I guess that's better for us. No more quests or prophecies but…also none of our family or friends, Camp. Anything familiar. It’s all gone.”

I didn’t notice the tears dripping down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away. 

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to see a hero crying,” I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a choked cry.I just sit there in silence, staring at everything in front of me. For once. Letting myself truly feel. I probably cried for an hour or more. Everything is flooding in. All the new information that came in today. The things I remembered within the past month. The complications I started for no reason. I shouldn't have dragged Jason into whatever this is. The Doctor, he already has too many burdens. I can live without having a father figure. I can live without a boyfriend or girlfriend. I…don’t deserve any of that.

When the tears stop coming, I grab the pen I took from Valentine’s office, and start writing down things I should focus on. What felt important. How to move forward. At least, I hope these are right. There’s nobody left to tell me otherwise.I stand up, give one last look to Bianca, and whisper, “thanks for listening. I hope you don’t tell anyone about my little breakdown. I’ll see you soon. With my own offerings.”

[prodigal-explorer]

my tss storytime big bang 2023 story!

hello! this is my first time doing a big bang event, and i'm so happy that it was the amazing @tss-storytime event! my story is called "where the sky meets the sea", and it is a summer-after-highschool au with fluff and angst sprinkled into a beautiful platonic connection between five friends as they try to enjoy the last months they have together before they are separated by ambition and adulthood.

i was paired with the amazing artist @thefloofinator! i am so excited because i am a massive fan of her work. stay tuned because i am going to be linking her post here once it's out and probably reblogging with all of my gushing. if you're reading this, sophie, i apologize in advance!

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/49284997/chapters/124363747

content warnings are specified before each chapter! i hope you enjoy the story, it was such a joy to create. especially because i am in a similar situation. i graduated high school in may of this year, and i'm moving into my freshman college dorm in a week. i'm really feeling that same bittersweetness and desperation to stay in the moment that is expressed throughout this story. i hope somewhere out there, some of you can relate to this and feel comfort in being understood.

[everydayanewpage]

CHAPTER 3 — Page 5 of 16

📖 32 pages total so far

“It’s nice…” I say indifferently and he grins. 

“I suppose it is.”

“Why is it that my mother has sent me to this Mr. Armitage?” 

 “You’ll know soon enough.”

I scoff at him and shake my head. “Why wont anyone tell me what’s going on? I’m not a child…” 

“Central Park is just a few blocks over, perhaps we should make time to go in a future visit.”

I furrow my brow, but he just silently stares and nods for me to finish my salad. I take a few bites and glance back out the window, trying to decide if I like this…Gavin. He’s very different from the people back in Minnesota, but does that matter to me? I chance a sideways glance at him and he smiles softly back. He pays our bill and I thank him even though he waves my gratitude away.

After we leave the tangled streets of the city, the roads stretch out and then wrap around hills, lakes, and countryside. The traffic fades and Gavin accelerates, he’s silently focused on the road ahead and I watch as towns go by, spreading further away from each other as we drive north. 

“We’re in Connecticut now,” he says awhile later. Beautiful, lush forests encroach on either side of the road as we drive on, an hour passing already. 

After some time I notice a town sign. Welcome to Litchfield, established in 1719. And soon we pass houses that become larger and larger, older and older, but impeccably well kept since colonial times. 

Gavin pulls off of the main route and drives on an exceptionally windy narrow road. The R8 seems to enjoy the long curves and speeds into them effortlessly, hungrily. After a couple of miles, he turns up a gravel driveway marked with a dark green mailbox that has a small white arrow painted crudely on the door. I probably wouldn’t have noticed it, if I weren’t trying to take in every sight.

 An elegant grey flagstone craftsman manor sits perched and welcoming on a little hill, completely surrounded by thick woods except for an artfully landscaped front yard.

If you're ready to turn the page — the whole chapter's waiting on Patreon.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Twelve: Roseland

Penny lifted Sunny and returned his small but powerful smile.

Today was going to be a good day. After changing from a nighttime to a daytime onesie, Sunny happily received breakfast in his highchair at the dining table, then asked for storytime. Penny was pleased that routine seemed to have stuck, for now. Toddlers were renowned for the ebb and flow of their everyday desires - that's what various villagers had said on their outings, anyway. But today was going to be a good day.

It was also a special birthday for Porthos; there was a bittersweet taste in the human, faerie, toddler and dog-friendly cake baked by Cyd, though, as the family were reminded of the average canine lifespan. Sunny had a little wobble when his little slice of cake took a dive from the high chair but he was cheered up when Porthos and Pinky helped themselves - he was sharing!

Sunny simply had to snooze after such excitement, leaving Penny to enjoy a rest and Cyd to consult the mirror concerning his own age. The lofty addition of senior had been added to his veterinarian job title recently. It was a proud but sobering moment. He wanted to still be able to run around after Sunny when he got older and even more active (if that was possible!). Porthos had transitioned to senior food recently and his walk pace had become the slightest bit more reserved. Senior. Cyd meditated on the word as his and Penny's fresh-faced photobooth pictures looked out at the world like it was their very own oyster for eternity.

He decided to go look in on Sunny for a bit. His boy sure lived up to his name.