#tomorrow im going to try a landscape

[boyduroy]

it's not very good but I made a weaving today with a branch and my handspun yarn!

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Despite my anger at this game (mainly just the Deepspace Trials lol)... I just want to say I cherish you, Love and Deepspace. You're amazing and I appreciate all that you've given us and I promise I will never say anything bad about you again as long as you just

BRING MY POOL BOY HOME

[daneecastle]

I believe I am finally recovering...

When I watched Good Omens last Friday, I didn't know what I was getting into. All I knew was that they were going to kiss. I wasn't sure how I'd react. After being on medications, to quell my explosive emotions, for the past 6 years, it had turned me into a flat landscape with very little life.

But since March of this year, I've decided to get off them and learn how to handle my emotions without chemical aide.

I had ... maybe two hiccups ... but I handled them like heavy boxes with overflowing piles of redacted paperwork.

I just stored them away and labeled them as useless-wastes-of-space. I moved on. But....

When the drama erupted when Aziraphale came into the book shop and started the iconic scene, something awoken in me.

I really struggled with my reaction and connection to these characters and the actors who played them. I discovered something new about myself. And only a few days after my realization .... now .... im losing my passion.

Don't get my wrong, I love this show ... but I think I might need some help.

Ok, ok. I don't know how ya'll can help. I'm just typing out loud. ........

........ I have ideas, but because these emotions are unpredictable, my work might vary in moods. But I can promise this ..... I will continue drawing Aziraphale and Crowley.

I mean really. Who could stop? There is so much rich booty to harness and express. *wink*

...... im posting also because I spent some time with the people I love and tried to restrain from going on here and obsessing over Good Omens. I need to try to sleep tonight and starting tomorrow I have plans this whole next week, one, of which, is camping for three days. (Before I start work at a long-term substitute teacher on the 14th.)

Don't tattle to my fiancé but I plan on drawing these two love birds while I'm out with him in the woods. Hehe. So when I return the Sunday after I'll post all my visual thoughts.

But for now. I need to sleep. Hopefully, it will be more than 2 or 4 hours.

If not, I'll draw and post.

Goodnight, my dear Demons and Angels.

[hiro-doodlez]

TUTORIAL/PROCESS ON..Uh… MY ART!!!

Using this recent drawing as reference!

(Blueberror by @loverofpiggies )

OKAY HERE WE GO!

First off, I use procreate, and, surprisingly, NO custom brushes!! Almost all of them are default and you can find just by browsing around. And also, some of the tips are only on procreate, really sorry!! But i bet there are a lot of Ibis, CSP, Ect. equivalents!

BEFORE ART AND.. UHHH STUFF YOURE DOING IN THE BACKGROUND??

Almost ALWAYS when drawing, i have something happening/playing in the background like music, a show/movie that ive watched like a million times (Steven Universe), or maybe even an art stream (jakei my beloved /hj) Honestly anything in the background is nice!

More on that, if you like music, i totally suggest finding mood based playlists that is based on what youre drawing. So if youre drawing just cute fluff then put on something that reflects that!! Does it have any actual effect on the art itself? Probably not!! I just like it a lot LMFAO. You can even find tons of character related playlists on spotify you can listen to!

Also suggest having maybe a small art station somewhere! I personally have a small art area that i set up LITERALLY 2 DAYS AGO and i LOVE IT. Anywhere really works, it can literally be your bed!! I just really like the idea of somewhere dedicated to my hobbies, im a nerd :D

ALSO MAKE SURE TO STAY HYDRATED

I also suggest, especially if you tend to draw for long periods of time, to do hand stretches and stuff. (Above my desk i have a stretching guide thingy by @tizzymcwizzy that i suggest doing before during and after longer sessions)

SKETCHING AND FIRST PART OF THE PROCESS!!

First off, one thing that has always been a huge help has been keeping a sketchbook always to jot down ideas, especially in school when we’re not allowed on any personal electronics. I barely use it now that its summer, but it always has been a huge help keeping one with me almost everywhere i go! Plus, its always a lot of “woah eww” when looking back at old art, its kinda like a little archive!!

BUT THATS NOT WHAT YOURE HERE FOR PROBABLY

The big things youre thinking about when sketching down your ideas is NOT making it perfect. The sketch 99% of the time will look absolutely terrible and thats okay, and honestly preferred! Most of the time nobody will even see it, so dont worry about trying to make it look polished. Youre just trying to put the idea on the canvas, thats all youre focused on! Try to stay loose and simple!

BACKGROUND (sometimes)

Fun fact: I usually go from sketch to background to lineart!

I do this for 2 main reasons: firstly, because doing the background can help establish the mood, and also mainly to help pick the colors later on! Although, a lot of the time i dont even do this lol, only for drawing where theres actually a background (im a fraud)

Also, for backgrounds, especially for things like landscapes, you want to try to work with big shapes to refined details, never just tiny sections at a time!

Heres the original background:

LINEART

Cry. Cry until theres no tomorrow and hope that you make something worthy of looking at /j

OKAY ACTUALLY, HERES WHAT I TEND TO KEEP IN MIND:

Keep most lines in one big stroke, not many tiny ones

On digital, erasing is super easy, feel feee to over shoot your lines and erase back over

For things with more emphasis, make bolder lines, for example, the eyes or hands

If the lineart just isnt working out, feel free to literally just refine the sketch until it looks like lineart (I DO THIS A LOT)

Cry

Thats all I’ve figured out, lineart is still a mystery to me..

BASIC COLORING!! (Yayy coloring the best part)

First what i do when putting down basic colors is just try to figure out what would be the best general colors, sometimes you can use those little dots on character sheets and use that to figure out what colors would look best together

Youre not going for perfect and youre just jotting down the colors, keep it messy n stuff, no refined details allowed!

After you finish putting down the colors, your new bestfriend in procreate (idk about other equivalents) is the curves, color balance, and hue saturation and brightness function (found in the second dot on the top row). These let you adjust the colors very easily!! I love them a lot!!!

BASIC SHADING

(Sometimes)

Now, a lot of the time i use the basic Multiply layer method, where i just use a dark purple and set the layer to multiply, but recently ive been doing it a BIITTT differently

Basically, take the base color from the previous step and increase the saturation, and decrease brightness, like this:

And then, lower the opacity of the brush down to MAYYYBEEE 5%, take that new color that you have, and take the… hue?? Maybe?? Like, blue green purple ect, but keep saturation and brightness mostly the same. Then, layer layer layer with those different colors, or dont! Use funky colors and shading in places where they shouldnt be, make it crazy!! Dont let it make sense!! There are no set rules for this part AT ALL!! Youre just having fun now! >:)

I totally suggest looking at @yo-honne s art for coloring inspiration. I base mine off theirs A LOT.

TEXTURING N STUFF!

Pro tip for this: spiderverse.

OKAY BUT ACTUALLY the spiderverse movies style is INCREDIBLE, i highly suggest just staring at it and taking mental notes on practically everything

For texturing, i tend to go kinda crazy. I like to use the grid and decimals brushes for shading and lighting respectively on procreate

For this part, you can use mostly random colors, and there are literally no rules!! Youre SUPPOSED to make it look crazy!! No rules man! Put it in random places and HAVE FUN! Go fast and try not to think much about what youre doing!! Dont use the right colors EVER!

FINAL DETAILS AND TOUCHUPS

At this part, you marry procreate.

Overlay layers are your best friend, experiment with them A LOT because that REALLY help making your art pop! Especially with overlay gradients

On procreate, theres a thing called chromatic aberration, that can make colors look blurred and glitchy, use that with errored characters! Or dont!

Use halftones feature!!! It really help!! If you wanna do lighting, you can use an airbrush brush and then use the halftones feature, or just use the decimals brush!!

For lighting try to use layers like screen or add! Or dont, make it random colors for lighting! Go and have fun!

On a new layer, set it to something like vivid light, hard light, ect. And use very vibrant colors to go over lines and areas you feel need more emphasis in the artwork!! Especially if, like in this one, the characters colors are so dark you can barely see the lines

Mess with random brushes in your app and use those to your advantage!

Work fast and try not to stress! Take breaks and take care of yourself!

FINAL NOTES

I can not stress enough, EXPERIMENT!! Try to put random elements of art and stepping out of your comfort zone as much as you can! Have fun and go random! (I think thats my new catchphrase)

Reference things if you want to try something new. For a while i thought references really only meant for weird poses, but it can be for anything!! For this one, i literally looked up spider punk spiderverse and used that as reference, and for the background (before i put filters on) i referenced samdoesarts!

If you feel like messing with colors, make the background something random and try to make the character look… well with the background?? Kinda hard to explain lolol

This is a general guide for my art, and i hardly ever even follow it myself. I fluctuate with my art a ton, taking outisde influences to put into the art and never staying with the same thing every time. My art process is wild and random and very much confusing even to me, and i like it that way!

This whole thing ive developed mostly on my own, and by taking tons of inspiration from other art i found appealing! So some of it might literally be wrong!! SORRYY

Would like to note ive never made ANYTHING like this so… sorry if it sucks!!

(((( @overthinkingintrovert-blue ))))

[deathbyautopilot]

We Control the Narrative - On Website Eugenics, Homestuck, and Your Problematic Favs

Written by Sophia 🌀

I entered the digital realm at about 10 years old, just barely witnessing the shift from the web to apps. I played Runescape on a dusty old desktop fitted with Windows XP and would browse open forums for games I would never play. But as much as I try to remember the endless dotcom online world, works like Kate Wagner’s 404 Page Not Found expose just how far gone that era truly is. For two decades now, the internet has been gradually appropriated by a powerful few, corralling an expansive and free userbase into an easily controlled market.

Kate Wagner effectively captures the fleeting memories of the open internet in a time before apps, and the "thrill of the hunt" that came from this open landscape. Any hyperlink you navigated through could have opened up into a new world; knowledge you could have never imagined, groundbreaking new media that nobody had seen before, or complete communities redefining what it meant to have a personal blog.

This quote pulled from internet historian Olia Lialina summarizes the landscape best:

“It was a web of sudden connections and personal links. Pages were built on the edge of tomorrow, full of hope for a faster connection and a more powerful computer.”

But in a post-iPhone world, the shift towards streamlined and prescribed apps neglected the web into obsolescence. Maximalism gave way to minimalism, UIs gradually deteriorated, urging you to download their new app or subtly manipulating the content that browsers would expose users to. As a 90s kid, Wagner watched this happen in the fall of MySpace, where personal archives were purged simply because it was not profitable to keep them around. For me, it was the fall of Adobe Flash, and the creative media that it took away.

Adobe Flash and I go way back, with my most memorable internet experience happening on April 6th 2016, when the multimedia webcomic Homestuck released the flash video  [S] Collide as the conclusion to Act 6. Since its debut in 2009, Homestuck has become a legend of the early web; a rich and expansive digital narrative that the Atlantic dubbed “a story that could only be told online”. By blending IM chatlogs as dialogue, GIFs as panels, flash media, fully animated videos with complete soundtracks, and a one-of-a-kind narrative, this interactive site would draw in millions of users with each update and bridge the divide between forums, personal blogs, and social networks like Twitter.

When Adobe Flash went down in 2020, Viz Media (having recently acquired publishing rights) made little effort to preserve this 8000+ page time capsule. This prompted fans of the series to come together to compile the Unofficial Homestuck Collection, an optimized, offline version of the original site, even offering language filters to correct its less tasteful writing choices. This was an invaluable act, but it also represents a process of corporate neglect, and this ongoing cleansing of any media online that is deemed unworthy of preservation. Wagner compared this to a series of minor Libraries of Alexandria being burned to the ground, and rich personal narratives being buried beneath a controlled legacy of human history. 

“The artifacts of internet life are personal—that is, not professionally or historically notable—and therefore worthless.”

Homestuck fans are split between those who recognize it as a postmodern masterpiece comparable to Ulysses, and those who would be happy to see it left in the rubble of the old web. I understand the desire to leave the unfavourable behind us, but accepting the latter narrative gives in to what Wagner called “Website Eugenics”; A process of devaluing the maximalist, often personalized and gaudy, or in some way flawed in favour of the minimalist, rigid professional class standards being set for the contemporary web. In the case of “dated” media, either cringey personal blogs from middle school or crass lowbrow humour, they will be posited as a damper on material history, when in fact it is deeply human.

The more that we accept a narrative of some remnants being of value, and others being a poor reflection of our popular culture, the more that we allow an oppressive power dynamic to play out. Internet historians, archivists, and cultural commentators like Kate Wagner are doing what they know combats this agenda; revel in the legacy of the early web, retain all that you can, and do it authentically.

[dausy]

I attempted a circus elephant. Didn't quite turn out like I wanted but alls good.

I had a horrible headache since Thursday evening and its finally given way this late morning. I was over it but once it wore off I was able to do a lot of stuff. The weather was great today. I walked outside in a skirt and I was actually warm. Just a couple days ago I was layering up still. I don't think the weather will last. Last year there was a snow storm around this time of year so I'm sure its false spring. I think I do get a bit of seasonal depression. I like cozy cold of Thanksgiving and Christmas but once the holidays are gone I was hot weather now.

I purchased a jean jacket which I've never had before that I can ever remember and I purchased a couple base layer summer dresses to layer with it. I hope they don't look dumb is all. I'm ready for farmers markets and brunch and sitting outside in the warm weather.

I did a lot of backyard work. I mean I guess it looks better but Im no landscaper. I think my neighbors were looking at me weird as I was mowing the lawn. All the grass is flattened and dead and its possible its not even grass but just a web of weeds. But I was using the mower as a leaf vacuum to try and pick up all the leaves rather than rake them. I did rake a good 10 bags of leaves but I don't have enough room in my dumpster. There was also a dead bird D: I had to pick it up. Probably gonna be bugs everywhere soon. I honestly think tomorrow Im just going to buy a ton of soil and grass seen and cover the entire yard. Im aware Im moving this year but I cannot let the sticker/goathead get out of control like it was when we moved in. My dog needs the back yard.

I have some weird work drama too. I always wanna talk about it but Im afraid of privacy issues. My boss bought us sub sandwiches for lunch a few days ago and I ended up being forced to take them all home. Ive been eating cold cut subs for the past 3 days (maybe thats why I have a headache). I gave some to the gate guards and my dog walkers family. Still had a bunch remaining. My dog walker is moving too btw in a couple months T_T my husband should be back by then but still. She said she has a replacement for me if I need it.

I've also posted this everywhere bragging on my spouse. He really did call me several weeks ago like "uhhh can you show me your Lion King collection I think I made a mistake" he knows I like TLK products and collect them but he's as clueless about my collection as I am if he asked me to buy him a gun. Like Idk what to buy. I guess its a little different because I own..a lot...and none of it is on display because we've moved so much the past couple years. So I had to take him into my closet and show him my breakables based on the boxes. I knew he found something online. I just wasnt sure which one it was.

Ive briefly scoured the internet for some sort of TLK 30th anniversary anything and havent found much. So this was a surprise to me. I would have found it eventually (and probably real soon) so he's lucky he got it to me. It was a very nice gift. It looks beautiful on my computer desk. I wish I had some of my other figures out but they'd just have to go in boxes again in a few months. One of these days I'll get a display case.

[swagging-back-to]

massive update on the ladies!!!!

not anything super major but just how long it will be lol

ok so i got them a grapewood vine! they're kinda whatever about it. they don't climb it at all which is disappointing but they nibble on it. also ordered a birch tunnel (not the super skinny ones you can find everywhere, this one is more wide and short with two holes) which will be one of the very last 'landscaping' items i buy for the girlies! i feel happy enough to stop here :)

the company i bought it from (happyhamstery, good store) also included some free goodies! they got a cork mat, a little basket from this weird plastic material (i haven't put that in the cage yet bc i know my girls will chew it), and a flower lollipop.

the lollipop smelled soooo good but my girls don't like flowers tbh and even if tey did it was mostly hay and mice don't eat hay. so they just pissed on it.

my housemate keeps shutting the heat off in 38*f weather so i bought the girlies a heat pad ima put under their tank. also got a convection heater for the room.

but i changed up their layout and added a deep bedding section. their tunnels are crazy ngl even tho its just a small little section. im actually super happy with their layout rn and tomorrow im going to start recording videos about them. Im coming for your brand emiology >:)

but no i also got them some new treats---dried banana chips! i haven't given them banana before but i heard its a smash hit for a lot of mice and i need to give them something less fatty then a pepita.

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ok so onto the girlies!!!!! individual breakdowns <3

jasmine has glowed up so much, im so happy for her. she honestly isn't cuddling with the others most of the time but i can just see in her face that shes happier back in the colony. her weight is more stable too and she isn't just skin and bones from starving herself. Shes even warmed up to me a lot, will come into my hand willingly and when i give her antibiotics she doesn't bite at all anymore. I used to have to have five layers of gloves bc of how hard she bit. and it would take at least an hour to give her meds. now its like 2 mins.

pepper has also grown so much im so proud of her. she doesn't immediately run when she sees me anymore and she doesn't flee when i approach er with my hand. she outright expects me to give her a pepita now. Shes one of the few girls i know for a fact does not have the obesity gene, the only other ones being jasmine and poppy. THATS IT. all my girls at 50g<

peanut has finally stopped tilting her head! she had a bad head tilt for a while and i tried treating it with antibiotics but it only got slightly better. im glad it went away on its own. shes still really sweet and one of the my few mice who will bang at the glass to try to get to me.

poppy used to be my absolute heart mouse, she would wake up and just pace the tank for my attention and jump at the glass when i walked over. shes kinda backed off lately and its sad. shes still a lil girl tho.

dhal is doing a little better. her feet arent SO swollen (i think it might've been a wheat or aspen allergy?) and her coat looks a little better. even her ibs is a bit better. for a while she was looking real rough tho. im still giving her antibiotics for her raspiness i heard a while back.

split pea is another who was chattering a while back and is just generally acting sick.

ginger's eye seems to be doing a little better but im worried about this weird fatty lump o the back of her shoulders. it doesn't look like a tumor but im worried its an abscess from bites she got and I've been treating with antibiotics. shes soooo sweet tho shes such a babyyyyyy shes one of the only mice i actually dream about

clove is a bit worrying i wont lie. i thought i caught her having a relapse in seizures earlier but she was just dreaming. shes just really big. 90g. her fur is kinda patchy and her skins all red from how hot she is all the time. I've tried everything to get her to lose weight. the lowest i got her to was 84g two weeks ago but she shot back up again. it's hard to know if its heart related, and i cant know if she has a tumor bc shes just too big </3 i hope shes with me for a long time tho bc shes such a baby

mochi and sushi are both doing fine, they're my most skittish girls now and its because i never had a true bonding period when i first got them. sushi's tumor hasn't grown afaik.

peaches is also doing okay, she just vibes honestly.

[worm1nthed1rt]

This scarf smells like a mix of mom and bubbe. It was Bubbe’s first and I can picture her wearing it in 1965 then passing it over to my shivering mom who’d end up keeping it locked in the mountains for another three four five decades. Just in time for me to find it and unfold the creases like fossils that have sat dormant all that time. Every time I wear it we trade smells. I claim that scent of potpurri saches and my childhood home while the scarf claims my old spice lavender deodorant and overpriced aesop perfume. An unfair trade to my benefit.

Thanks for thinking of me and thanks for calling me when you did. Thanks but I can’t rn right now im going out in an hour. Yah it should be fun thanks. Maybe tomorrow?

I wonder how many more times I’ll sit in these horrendous neon chairs. How many more times I’ll catch the red line and ride alllll the way to the end. Sitting alone watching people watching each other watching me. Moving in and out between two spaces, no longer here, not yet there, an awkward silent transition. How many more times will I anxiously tear apart my bag in search of Extra Cinnamon to ease my ears before the train dives under the bay. Maybe four maybe five. Maybe this is the last time. If it is I want to remember the blank faces, the jolting sway of seat, the wind that rushes through the tunnel, the damp platforms, and the girl with neon pink hair.

I’m trying to find something to say about last night but I have nothing. Blank, tasteless. Sorry that I got a bloody nose and shattered your only plates.

And now I’m back in the mountains trying to make sense of Bishops landscape. Understanding it’s purple grays and cool browns. Sticks thin and tall blur together, blending the foreground into a perfect water color. Moose-leg-shaped tree trunks and telephone poles pierce the horizon — now turned pitch black on contrast to the scene. The sublime American West.

It reminds me of those 19th century oil paintings of Yosemite valley birthed by fabulous, god-fearing, frontiersmen— ah! the picturesque. The dense black blue clouds softy open to reveal sun, the deer hiding in the shadow of a monstrous cliff, the pine as tall as mountains and mountains as tall as god.

if there’s anything close to god it’s bishops frontier.

[whentherewerebicycles]

ughhh fuuuuuck I’m starting two new units tomorrow and I don’t have a solid lesson plan or really even a sense of what’s going to happen in either unit FUUUUCK

[newts-and-sharks]

ok, so i decided to post what i had for modern noodles here, its unfinished and kinda cliff hangs, but im not really feeling up to finishing this :/

starts under cut :P

Well, this was…unexpected.

One second, you were just sipping on some water, enjoying the beautiful scenery that was your backyard that you had put so much blood, sweat, and tears into. Quite literally, too. It was a long and very painful process to get your yard into the pristine condition it’s in.

Or it was in.

Before some sort of meteor crash landed into the yard in a fiery blaze, leaving a good sized crater in the middle of it.

Now, here you are, trying to put out a multitude of white glittery flames that had made their homes in the willow tree and among the grass with only the old, dusty gardening hose you had. 

Great.

Not like you spent months, almost a year, making this yard the best looking damn yard on this whole shit show of a planet. Not like you have spent well over a reasonable amount of money on this small sliver of land. Not like you didn't toil tirelessly for months on end, landscaping under the sun, only for it to become carved out and set ablaze by this mystery aerial projectile.

Well, to be fair, it has been set on fire once or twice in the past, but that was because you had accidentally walked in on the pygmy drakes that had made their home under your shed. You’ve tried removing them, but that turned out not so well, so now you have some story time scars and new scaly neighbors that you feed from time to time.

But you have never seen fire like this. Usually fire is a shade of yellow, orange, or red. This fire was a platinum white, emitting yellow and blue smoke that would fade into the darkening night sky. Definitely strange, and definitely required some research later, but right now you have to get this fire out.

You were spraying furiously at the flames, and soon all of the flames had died down. You breathed heavily, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as your hands shakily put the hose down and glared at the damage.

Well, the wyvern nest in the willow tree was safe at least. The tree was the first thing you saved from the flames, specifically because those wyvern eggs still had yet to hatch. Plus, that tree was still fairly young, and you were planning on having it around for a few more years at least.

A few branches were understandably burnt, some more than others- but that just meant you had to prune away the dead ends. Not too bad. The lawn however, had bald spots here and there, not to mention the large crater right in the middle. The pond was fine, it didn't look like it took any damage. But you could say goodbye to the Begonia, Lily of the Valley, and Dahlia flowers.

You sprinted over and salvaged as many bulbs as you could, and tried to find a few pips from the Lily of the Valley. You swiftly deposit them in a nearby bucket, and make a mental note to rip the charred and damaged flowers and stems from the ground sometime tomorrow.

You turn back around to deal with the crater in the center of your yard. The impact had sprayed dirt everywhere, as well as sent a few good sized rocks through the fence. You walk over to the dent in the ground, sighing in exasperation, only to jump when you see what was in the crater.

You quickly run to the shed, swinging the door open, ignoring the hissing drakes, grabbing your trusty shovel (and narrowly avoiding a bite from a particularly grumpy drake), and sprint back to the hole.

Brandishing the shovel, you experimentally and slowly dip the shovel inside and give a quick jab, pulling back just as quickly. The lump of…whatever that is, twitched, so it was reacting to external stimulation. That meant it was alive-

You try to wave away the smoke that was constantly pouring out of the crater, giving you more of a chance to actually see what you were doing. If there was a chance that whatever crashed into your yard was alive, you were going to try and bring it back to health. Yeah, it fucked up all your hard work, but just letting something die over that would be fucked up, too.

You gently prod around, carefully watching the formless shape for any negative reactions before scooping it out and gently laying it on the ground.

Well.

You were not expecting this.

In front of you were two oriental dragons. You thought those guys went extinct a long time ago, but maybe you were wrong-? There was a fluffy yellow one that appeared to have a crown of horns and a plated stomach, and dark blue-ish and white one with deer antlers and a glowing bulb at the end of its tail. Both of them had complex patterns of fur and scales, more complex than any other dragon you’ve ever seen. The most interesting thing about them was the area on their necks that appeared to be rubbed raw, like they had worn a collar that was way too tight for way too long. They looked almost sickly, skinny enough to see their bones, and they also appeared as though  they hadn't slept well  in about ten years. And they were so tiny, about the length of a small belt-

A sharp growl sounded from the tree. When you turned to look, you assumed that the wyvern would be growling at you, given that there was a fire and you were spraying water everywhere like a mad man. It was a stressor and you were the only human around, and you were directly involved. Of course the locals would be pissed. However, she wasn't looking at you-

She was staring, growling, and hissing at the two noodles in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off Becky, I'm trying to get them out of your feathers for you!”

More hissing, this time it was aimed at you.

“Hey hey hey! What did I just say? I am literally trying to get them out and away-” Geez, wyverns take ‘territorial’ to a whole new level. Becky’s partner, who you have dubbed Ron, poked his head out and started hissing too. You threw your hands up in the air in defeat. Why were you trying to reason with these flying lizard chickens. They can't understand you. 

You step away from the dragons and quickly grab the nearby bucket, dumping out all the bulbs and pips inside. Once you return, you scoop them into the bucket as gently as you can. Any harsh or brash movements might injure these two even more than they likely are. 

As you reach the back door, the wyvern couple give one more indignant screech, to which you give them a little bird over your shoulder. Even if they don't understand it, you feel a little less peeved off at them and their bad attitudes.

Once inside, you quickly get to work. You grab a few rags, a pair of towels, and make your way to the bathroom. You set the bucket down on the tiled floor and turn on the bath water. You're not exactly sure what you are doing, but you had to nurse an injured wyrm once, and these two looked kind of similar. Just cross your fingers and pray to the medicinal gods that you can do this.

You turn off the water once it is enough and carefully- CAREFULLY- pick up the yellow one, and very gingerly lower it into the shallow water. You did the same for the darker one, watching for any signs of obvious discomfort or pain. Their breathing was quick and shallow, which meant you had to act fast. 

Once they had been placed in the tub, you took one of the rags and dipped it in the water. Gently, you cup the face of the golden serpent and wipe away the dark blood from the wounds you could see, but…

It looked like he had healed a little bit, like he had had these wounds for a few days now. Did he- or maybe even both of them- have fast self healing properties? You would have to pin that question for later, suddenly remembering that he could still get infected.

Quickly, you get back to work. His breathing was still ragged, but once he was clean, you laid him down on a nearby towel. You repeated this with his darker counterpart, noticing the awkward angle of one of his back legs. You would definitely have to fix that later. Even with self healing, if it was dislocated or broken, it could heal in the wrong way.

After you set him down on his own blanket, you drain the tub of the bloody water and initiate a health check. Usually, this was to deal with wyrms, lindwurms, and sea serpents, but again: you had no idea what to do. They aren't lindwurms, because those guys only have two front legs. These aren't wyrms, wyrms have no legs. And that goes for the sea serpents, too. So, this was entirely new to you.

For once, you are very glad that you grew up with two dragon vets for mothers. You could hear your Ma’s voice as you inspected the two:

‘First, check the head for any obvious signs of damage.’ Well, the blue one did have this sort of…weird thing going on with his face. Upon closer inspection, his face was half white and half dark blue. Nothing except some light scratches that seemed to have healed slightly, so it was safe to move on. Inspecting the golden one though, you notice a crack in one of his primary horns. It was small, but it might still ache when he awakes. You make a mental note to put some horn repairing ointment on it later. Neither of them seemed to be severely injured on the skin, so you moved on.

You check their eyes, pulling out a small flashlight from one of the nearby cabinets and gently prying their eyes open. The golden dragon's eyes were bloodshot and completely white. You could barely see the even paler pupil, and that was definitely cause for concern. You should take care of that first when you're done, but in the meantime you need to continue and make sure there was nothing else that required your attention first. When you checked his counterparts' eyes, it was a bit harder to tell. His eyes were a natural ruby red with a black sclera, so it was hard to spot any blood or cataracts. You couldn't check the dilation of the eyes for his friend, but this should be easier. After a quick check, his slitted eyes responded normally to the light.

Finally, you went on to the final step: ‘Gently feel along the body for any lumps, bumps, or any other abrasions.’ You could only feel a few bumps, and those you could feel were from their ribs, which you fully intended on giving these boys a proper meal after, and the area on their lower necks that had been slightly rubbed raw, and it hurt just to look at it. It was a miracle they survived that crash when they were already this unhealthy. Whoever they belonged to previously had clearly not cared about these dragons in a healthy way, if at all. It made you furious, if it had been any one else's yard they had crashed into, you aren't quite sure they would be exactly welcomed and taken care of the way you are currently doing so. Their current condition would have left them defenseless against drakes, wyverns, true dragons, anything really. A rather common thing you noticed on the pale dragon was a swelled pyro sac, the organ that produces flames. The not-so-common detail that you noticed was that an agitated pyro sac was usually warm, and glowed like an ember. However this one was rather cold, and while it was slightly swollen, it didn't glow at all.

Well, that absolutely mystifies you, and you’d have to check in with your mothers’ about that.

You were surprised to find no burn marks. The crater, including themselves, had been smoking, and the fire all around them should have at least given them heat burns. But their scales were just really dehydrated, which is a miracle given the circumstances. 

You reach into the cabinet under the sink and pull out the emergency first aid kit that your Ma gave you before you moved out. She insisted on it, saying that you would never know when you would have to take care of a dragon. Back then you were slightly exasperated, but now you were very grateful.

Aaaaaaaaand that’s all I got for Modern noodles, i got burnt out by the end and didn’t know where to take it, hence me writing swords and scales instead

[combinationskin]

guys, what do i do?? i got this job a year ago under the impression it was organic but now my boss is spraying glyphosate. its so strange because shes all ‘save the bees’ and eats all organic herself, but she sprays this with no issue, calls it ‘food safe,’ and makes fun of clients who ask her not to spray it. i dont know how to, nor think i, should confront her. her business basically relies on it now — her clients arent willing to pay us for the time it takes to hand weed. quitting isnt so straightforward though, because her and i have become good friends and this is/was(?) my favorite job ever, but this has become too much of an issue for me to continue — i dont want to be exposed to this anymore. i talk to others in my life about it, but some of them dont see the issue, think my exposure is negligible, since i never actually handle the stuff etc. but idk, i do think its harmful, and it just conflicts with my values to the point where its making me really depressed

what im trying to decide is, whether to quit midseason (i would want to give her more than a two week notice if i did, definitely, but id feel shitty even doing that because of our friendship, personal issues on her end, and because the other woman that works with us is quitting too) or, to finish off the year on the best terms possible. but.. if i do quit midseason, then maybe i can take a summer/fall internship on a farm. ultimately, landscaping is not what i want to do, its just close enough to farming that i enjoy it

also trying to decide, do i call in sick tomorrow? i actually am slightly sick (getting over a cold) but not too sick to work. though it would be better to rest. ive never missed a shift., also, i really want to go to the botanic gardens tomorrow (its free on earth day) especially over breathing in pesticides and cigarette smoke and other debris all day with her when my throat and lungs already hurt. also, maybe i could get lunch, and go to a cafe or library or something after and apply to farm jobs. ok i think i just answered my own question?

[tennessoui]

Your soulmate tattoo fic is soooo good already---I could already tell from the first chap that it was gonna be fun but the second one solidified it for me. The tension and the tragicomedy potential is endless. This is gonna be a good ride. Also switch Obikin with some subby Obi too? Thanks for the full meal you constantly provide us with---

Also thanks you for adding to that regency prompt, I have been sloooooowly reading through Jane Austen's books -- right now I'm on Persuasion the OG break up make up story -- so this came st the perfect time. You've and already built the whole community too -- I wanna know so much more about Duke Skywalker's little family of just him and his sister, Obi-Wan and his untitled merchant family with his multiple siblings, the Jetts, and even whatever Maul's deal is. You're like the town crier and I'm just sitting at the town square waiting for my daily dose of good gos.

'Mr. Kenobi/Jinn/Whatever danced with Sir Clovis three times last night good gosh and here I thought he was promised to Lord Maul.'

'No you heard wrong it was Sir Cody who danced thrice with him. I daresay an announcement will be in the papers soon.'

'It's a good match all things considered. A merchant family with a military family. Jts not the worse that can happen.'

The maids go back home after shopping and gossiping to tell Anakin this and he accidentally rips a hole in the couch he was sitting on. Ahsoka is already penning a letter to her dear Rex to tell her the news of his brother's apparent betrothal.

omg just wait for the third chapter......no spoilers but also spoilers because tattoo artists need to shave the area of skin before they tattoo it and apparently i find slow tension heavy close shaving romantic (i have a rib tattoo and did not find this as sexually charged as i wrote it btw). it's going to be out tomorrow because it's apparently much longer than i originally thought to get them where i need them for the next chapter <3

also also

im absolutely obsessed with persuasion its actually like top ten of all time for me so this is amazing news and i hope you enjoy it <3

and im absolutely loving this description of the regency au omg???

the very idea of this story being like public gossip in the town is so sososososo right but also just so funny because omg??? anakin would lose his absolute shit if he heard from multiple sources that obi-wan was very much considering/more than considering other suitors

meanwhile obi-wan is very much just like. painting the landscape or something and wondering when anakin will drop by to visit

meanwhile meanwhile anakin is ripping his coat trying to put it on fast enough so he can go and ask obi-wan if it's true???? if he's really betrothed????? if he thinks really maul--or worse cody-- can really make him happy?????

(the worst part is he can see cody and obi-wan working because they're such close friends, anakin's scared the answer is going to be yes and he doesn't know how he's going to survive hearing that.)

(but obi-wan very much laughs off his concern because? them? anakin is asking after cody? anakin? anakin the most perfect person in the entire world?????)

[bitchelix1r]

Hi friends

I had my first final for school today and I actually think it went pretty well!

I have a molecular bio final tomorrow that I’m pretty nervous for, but I’m just gonna try my best I know I can do it. I also have a landscape architecture final tomorrow but it’s online and open note luckily. Then Wednesday I have my drugs and poisons final and then I’m out this ho for a little bit (lmaoo I get a weeklong break before I have to do another quarter of school again smh)

But yeah I haven’t been restricting the last few days because despite how controlling this disorder is, my willpower to do good in school is stronger! I’m gonna go back to restricting after I’m done with my finals.

I hope everyone is doing good! Im sorry for being inactive and not responding to messages, but I will after I’m done with finals ❤️

[elminx]

2021 has an incredibly intense year in so many ways (I'm sure many of you can relate). I still remember the before-me and I'm getting acquainted with who this after-me is going to be but living in the constant liminality of this moment has been an on-going challenge. I've been counting my days by moon cycles because time hasn't mattered otherwise in a very long time.

Except now somebody decided that tomorrow is different. That day - in the middle of this fog - that day is the right day to start anew.

I don't do resolutions but I'm fond of goals. I set myself a lofty three: to walk to the cemetery every single day with my camera, to read 28 books, and to write a post a week on my blog. I accomplished the third, missed the second by almost ten, and walked to the cemetery many days of the year but certainly not all, and surprisingly few times with my camera.

My other big goal of the year was to pick one plant to focus on every month whether for eating, growing, or other forms of magic. In the Winter months when plant life is scarce around here, the pickings where easy. I worked with citrus quite a bit but focused much of my time and attention of the beautiful towering evergreens which dominate the winter landscape here in Southern New England.

I fell instantly in love with using Eastern White Pine as a road opener and used a combination of different evergreens together to create powerful protection and healing products. I still haven't posted publicly about the protection candles that I made out of evergreen oil in the early springtime.

Then, all it once spring kicked in and I found myself having to choose between working with dandelion or working with violet (both of whom decided to bloom in Dora's garden at the exact same time). It was obvious that one botanical a month wasn't going to cut it. I made it work though. As I count out my botanical allies of the year, the total is more than twelve. I just had to let what wanted to come to me, come to me. My partner needed an anti-itch salve more than anything this Summer and an overabundance of jewelweed pretty much fell into my hands.

My recollections of the year go much like that. We realized we needed something, and found a way to make it work. I've been trying hard to localize my craft and have found chicory growling in the ditches and mugwort in the fallow fields. I stumbled upon bags of $3 fresh peaches at the local flower stand and my friends handed us bags of their yard pears.

I found that I had to seek out a lot less than was expected. That I could trust in what nature provided. My bestie had too many nasturtium and my neighbor down the street was weeding out her deadnettle. I did travel to the beaches of Cape Cod for some rose hips but otherwise, the earth, right where I was living, provided. In more abundance than I found that I had time for on some days.

I promised myself that 2021 would be a year of learning and it certainly was. But I didn't do so with my nose in a book nearly as much as I imagined - instead I walked a frozen lake in the dead of Winter to discover Bearberry deep in the woods. And I returned to watch the frog's eggs grow in the vernal pool for four weeks running while I visited my friends baby goats.

I spent my time chasing bees and butterflies and making friends with my neighborhood trees. I visited the ocean three times and lost myself in the wildness as often as I possibly could.

I find myself wondering where the time gone but then I see snippets of my many adventures in photographs and my journals. I fiddled endlessly with kitchen projects: eastern white pine vodka, a failed winter gin, another failed violet liqueur, but a win on dandelion jelly, and beautiful evergreen candles. Plus, my evergreen salve! We ate the evergreens, and lamb's quarters, and nasturtium with glee. My peony jam didn't set but the strawberry and rosehips were a complete success. I brandied pears and made everything imaginable out of apples and cranberries.

It doesn't feel like enough but I think that is what makes me a bit of a scientist as well as a witch. There is always another herb to try, something that if I only had time to experiment with it, I might make such beautiful and ephemeral magic.

I confess, I do not understand how we are here again already. It seems like only yesterday that it was the new years last and I was wandering around hoping to find spruce for my kitchen projects.

And so, I make my goals again. To go outside with my camera every single day (and walk to the cemetery when I can), to live in the moment and in touch with what the universe is giving me, to read two books a month, and to continue to share it all with you.

[figula]

today -

really sleepy today

didn’t really do any work. am nearly out of liquid latex, which is what i use for wigmaking, so i am rationing it out until the new batch arrives - which should have been today, but wasn’t :|

packed an order to send off tomorrow

watched annihilation (the film) and quite liked it - sci fi not usually one of my preferred genres but i enjoyed this - though it looked great in particular and a lot of the set pieces really made me want to make dioramas in similar veins (the plant people / the man overtaken by mould / weird and overgrown landscapes)

hung out w/ ana in the evening which was nice

was inspired by a brief conv w/ tumblr user bananapeppers yesterday to actually do something nice for myself post-therapy-task rather than just grimly moving onto the next thing (which is kind of exhausting). need to think what would be a good reward for myself am supposed to let ben cook for me this week too but ive left it a bit late so im gonna try and get some ingredients delivered on sunday and he can make dinner then i guess. i really feel like ive lost my momentum a bit on this - the first 2 weeks i felt much more motivated but now i feel so tired and drained by the changes im trying to implement that i just feel like - i cant do this lol. but i know i have to do it - not just for some vague idea of success, not just to please my therapist (eye roll), but bc over the past 10y my life has slowly become so shrunken and dry, and i need to stretch it back out. it’s massively uncomfortable but there are so many things that i want to do that i cant do while im like this

washed my bedsheets but tink is sleeping on the bare mattress atm so she is gonna get a rude awakening shortly when i go and put them back on

[stuntgirlatthevampiremansion]

To the Rhythm of the Ocean

Pairing: Jake Kiszka/reader

word count: 2,226

warnings: first person POV, the reader is mentioned to be an artist and bisexual but it is not important to the plot. Other than that its just a fluffy day at the beach. 😊

A/n: at last, I finally wrote a fic. It is extremely self-indulgent and was inspired by some anons that @safari-karrot got that I definitely did NOT send ;). I also want to thank Kate for being my beta! I worked pretty hard on it and im proud of it. Hope you enjoy!

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Walking into the elevator of my apartment complex, I was able to let my shoulders relax and my guard down for the first time all day. The day at the studio was intense today, and for all the wrong reasons. No matter how much I tried, I wasn’t able to create anything, as if all of the motivation and drive to do my work had burned out. I was burnt out. I was lucky enough to score an apartment next door to a pair of twins, Jake and Josh, who quickly became good friends. And even more fortunate, they had come back home this week from recording with their band, which meant I could spend my afternoon with them instead of alone in my own apartment. 

I entered my house and set my bags and work down on the dining table. It was impossible to make out where the table was under pile of unfinished sketches and work plans, but that was a tomorrow problem. I put on the kettle to make some tea and shot Jake a text asking if I could come over. 

  Jake... in the last couple of years that i have known the twins, the have become an indispensable part of my life. We take turns cooking for the three of us and hosting movie nights, an even go do laundry together. Having them away for so long felt like a hole had been carved out of my soul, and it also made my harboring crush on Jake ache deeper and deeper. He was unlike anyone I had ever met, we understood each other in a way I never thought I would have with anyone, yet he was still an enigma. He was insanely talented and driven, and he was smart. And kind. And funny. And extremely easy on the eyes. I would never tell him this though, his friendship is all I can get, and I’ll learn to live with that. 

His text came back telling me that his door was open. I finished and drank my tea, washed my face, changed into more comfortable clothes, and made my way next door. 

When I came into the twins’s apartment Jake was sitting on the sofa playing his guitar, a small notebook sat on his lap. At my entrance, he sent a smile my way, but continued playing. 

“Where is Josh?” 

“He’s out filming. Why, did you need him?” 

“No, just wonderin’.” 

“You know, if you just want to hang out with me to try to get into my brother’s pants, you could have just told me. And I want no part of it. Here I was thinking we were best friends.” He teased and wiped fake tears from his eyes, but his smile said that he was just messing. That did not, however, stop my nerves. Best friend.

“I do not want to get into your brother’s pants, Jake. They wouldn’t fit me.” I took of my boots and plopped on the couch next to him. “I’m your best friend?! What about Josh, Danny and Sam?”

“That’s different, they’re my brothers.”

“Hm... I guess you’re a fine friend too, one could even say the best one I’ve had.” Friend. 

“And the best one you’ll ever have.” He set his guitar down to his other side, “how was the studio today? Any new paintings?“ 

I let out an exasperated sigh “I wish. I am incredible burned out, I can barely even pick up a pencil! I have gotten close to nothing done all week and Rachel keeps asking me out, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Rachel? What did you say?” If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought I saw pain flash across his face.

“I told her no, but that is besides the point. I’m just so out of it...” 

“You do look like you need some adventure.”

“You could say that” 

“You know what?” He got up from the couch and pulled me to stand with him. “I’ll give it to you. Go get dressed, I’ll get everything ready.” 

  “What? Where are we going?”

“If i tell you it wont be a surprise. Now go to your house and get ready.” 

“Then what do I wear?”

He seemed to think about it for a while, then said “something comfortable, but tropical.” 

“Jake, that tells me absolutely nothing—“

“You’ll figure it out. Now leave, and don’t come back unless you’re on party business.” It was futile to keep going so I just stuck my tongue back at him and walked out of the door and into my apartment. 

I settled on wearing a short blue sundress, boots, and a pair of sunglasses. I walked back into his apartment to find Jake in the shortest shorts i have even seen him wear, an unbuttoned white shirt, and his signature combination of necklaces and a bucket hat. “Are those Sam’s?” 

“No, I own shorts too.” He put down two boxes on the coffee table and looked me over once. “That is exactly what I meant! Now carry this to the car.” He handed me a box full of snacks and drinks and we made our way down to the car. 

I rode shotgun. He still refused to tell where we were headed. No matter how much I pushed and tried to wear him down, he just said to wait and find out. We got busy talking and listening to music and I gave up asking. Instead, I admired the scenery passing around us, and I admired Jake, with the windows down, his hair wild in the wind, and rocking out to our playlist. He had the ability to make me happy by just taking me on a drive. He didn’t even have to try. 

Eventually the buildings turned into trees, and the trees to palm trees, until finally we arrived at a clearing by the ocean. Jake parked the car, “We’re here!”

“You brought me to the beach!” He brought me to the beach! The ocean! The one place I loved most in the world. “I could marry you right now!” I threw my arms around him and jumped out of the car. My boots were off in a second and by the next my feet were already in the water. Jake did the same before joining me at the shore. 

“So, was it a good surprise?” I could hear his smile without even looking at him. And he knew the answer before I even spoke.

“The best! Thank you, Jake. Really.” 

We set on an easy pace through the shore, side by side. Each picking out seashells and skipping rocks on the water. The sun wasn’t unbearable, for it was afternoon. The sky was blue and almost cloudless, the only thing that altered it were the shapes of birds flying overhead. The sand was coarse and stuck to our feet, but it wasn’t burning. The sea... it was an array of the bluest blues one could imagine, all coexisting for our pleasure. Jake was glowing,  and I must have been too, I was incandescently happy. 

Back at the car, I set out our snacks and liquor while Jake put in some music. Halfway through our first meal and first bottle, Jake turned up the radio, and waited for my reaction.

“I love this song!”

“I know you do, thats why I put it.” He took our food and put it away on the roof of the car; and for the second time today, pulled me by the hand to stand. “let’s dance” 

His touch sent electric currents up my back. Best friend. “this song isn’t danceable, Jake!”

“It is if we want it to be.” And he held my hand in his and dragged me towards the clearing. The breeze was calming, the sea was a splendid blue. The waves lapped at the shore, not strong enough to disrupt our song.

Turns out, the song was danceable after all; and so were all the others that came after it. We held each other while we took turns twirling and laughing, belting our lyrics and acting out the drama of the songs. Every lick of his fingers on my skin left a burning sensation, yet I couldn't get enough. If he knew what this was doing to me... If he knew I was drunk on him and falling on every shared glance, every smile, every touch. 

The sun started its descend and our dancing got closer. He held his hands of my waist, my chest pressed against his, my hands on his shoulders as we swayed around our little ballroom of a clearing. My spine tingled, with every inhale, I got drunk in his scent of pine and peppermint.   

We got lost in our dancing, and then he got lost in the horizon. The sky had started to turn all shades of orange and pink, the water glimmered upon our eyes like tiny mirrors. A pelican flew over us and dived into the water in search for dinner. 

We had stopped moving, yet his hands remained placed at the small of my back, he looked at ease. My fingers twirled a strand of his hair, he didn’t mind. 

He looked like he belonged in the landscape, to the oranges and pinks that tinted the sky, he belonged to nature.

And I belonged looking at him, within arms reach yet so unattainable. He would always be a mystery. There was always more to him than met the eye, and even after years of knowing him, I hadn’t deciphered him completely. And I didn’t intend to, he was just like that. And he wasn’t mine to understand like that. 

If all I would get were stolen glances with the setting sun as out witness, I’d take it. Because right here, right now, the sight before me was one to behold. Jakes eyes were transfixed on the horizon, his mouth agape. The sun was finally hiding behind the waves, which mean our day was coming to an end. I tried not to think about it, I wouldn’t let the sun steal the light of this day from me. Ocean breeze ruffled his long hair, and as I saw the last light of day melt into his golden brown eyes, I knew that home wasn’t a place. Home is a person. And he was mine. But he would never know, for I doubted I’d be his. 

I was thrown out of my daydream when he slightly pulled back and chuckled. “ So home is a person, huh?” 

“I— “ I said that out loud. Shit shit shit. I just stared at him like a deer in the headlights. There was no way to dig myself out of this, so I remained silent. Though my hear was beating like a drum and I was certain that he could feel it due to how close he still held on. Best friends don’t say that. 

There was a shit-eating grin on his face, one that said he certainly knew what was going through my head. Instead of taunting me further, he said the words I’d most longed fo hear. 

“Then you are certainly mine” 

Nothing could stop the smile that broke out across both of our faces at that.  “And you mine” 

Before he had time to reply, I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. There was static in the air, his lips were incredibly soft and tasted of coffee and chocolate. His mouth moved with expertise against mine, he held me close. Closer. Closer even still, until there was no space left between us. My heart was pounding, he licked at my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave, and deepened the kiss. My hands held on to him tightly, as if he would disappear would I let go. He dipped me slightly and I swore I would fall on the sand if he hadn’t held me. The purple sky could’ve turned bright yellow and I would have paid no attention. 

We pulled apart for air and the sun was completely gone. 

“Jake, I—“

“I know, I feel it too. I have for a while.”

“I was so scared that you wouldn't. Ive felt this way for you for the longest time, I—” 

“But I do!” 

“But you do!”

He pecked my lips and whispered close to my ear “And if you want, we’ll make it official. Right now. You and me, and a million sunsets to come.”

“I’m yours for as long as you want me, Jake.”

“And I’m yours forever, y/n. Even when i’m far away.” 

No words could describe what I felt. It’s as if my blood was replaced by honey and my ribcage contained the moon in all her love and glory.  “I wish I could stay here forever, in this moment. With you, and round the world.”

“Check the trunk.” He smiled too wide and untangled his arms from mine.

I reluctantly let go of him and walked towards the car. He tossed me the keys and I popped the trunk open to see the second box Jake hadn’t let me look into. I opened it and found all sorts of camping gear: One tent, two sleeping bags, toiletries, even pajamas. Jake creeped up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. I turned around with an incredulous grin.

“Is that a tent?!”

“That is a tent, sweetheart.”

The end.

—- A/N: I literally CANNOT write unless its in 1st POV. This is 100% self-indulgent, and I have no idea how to write a kiss. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!