#winter miele

[daylightaftertherain]

every time I listen to forever winter I'm slapped in the face with how simon-coded it is

[jamiebluewind]

Eclipse the kitten update

(please don't glitch tumblr it's the tenth time I've tried!!!)

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Welp! Winter's boy has a respiratory infection. It was causing him to wheeze so to the vet we went! Luckily it wasn't a diaphram issue (which had us worried because of his umbilical hernia). His hernia also came up normal on his x-rays.

(X-rays left out because might bother people, but I can send them on request)

He's on meds several times a day and taking them like a champ, but had to be put in a pen with limited free playtime (because nothing will stop Mr Indestructible from running around the house with all the grace of a car with no breaks). We DID get a reply after just a week from a really nice person who was going to give us one (shocked us let me tell ya because it was BIG dog sized). Unfortunately, they left it outside for us to pick up and someone else just... took it. Right out of their yard. And since all we had was a small cat carrier to keep him in (which was kinda cruel for more than a day or two tops), we ordered a cat playpen that we got for a decent price. We kept looking until it got here, but no luck. Still! It's a nice playpen and we have it set up so he doesn't have to jump if he doesn't want to (plus more vertical to enjoy later on). Sarah's mom also let us borrow her water fountain!

We went to a new vet as ours was booked up (and he had already been wheezing a day). Everyone basically fell in love with him instantly. He left with a little toy from the tech, they gave Winter a jar of honey (one of the people in the office has bees and they wanted to give her something for caring about a kitten that most wouldn't have despite him having a treatable condition), and they've been checking in on how he is recovering (very well since I first typed this actually). He's basically got an entire vet office wrapped around his little paw.

Also, the non-profit we're taking him to for his surgery had a cancelation and his got moved up to the 12th! Counting down the days yall.

Because I gotta kinda mention it, this hit us where it hurts. Between the vet visit and testing, the pen, and the estimated cost for the surgery and followup, it's gonna cost us more than $2k (as long as nothing ELSE goes wrong). We're lucky that we're all super careful with our money, but there's only so much we can save up with three people below the poverty line. Still worth it though. I mean, look at this doofus

He is so stubborn that we can't leave scratch posts upright because he keeps doing THIS! XD

I'm linking Winter's paypal, but I 1000% understand if you can't help out. Still, a reblog and a word or three mean a LOT to all of us so if you got a minute, I'd love some new post additions to show Winter.

(Truth be told, the only reason all the updates are posted on my tumblr is because I'm the longest winded out of the three of us and I take like 5 billion pictures. XD )

Speaking of, there WOULD be a bonus pic of him and his sister (Melanite, aka Miel) playing under my chair as my cat (Danny) looks on from a safe place, but tumblr kept glitching when I added it.

Edit: surgery update

[chargoeson]

Hello! Writeblr re-Introduction

hiiiii pals! I made my writeblr introduction last year and it was such a good intro to the community! but as time goes on and organizations fall i want to re-introduce myself and my writing without any associations.

my name is Charlotte, but you can call me Char as well. She/Her, I'm 25, queer, and live in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.

I write literary fiction with a special affection for surrealism and dream-like vibes. I do have a couple soft fantasy and short story projects that I've made posts for, but I'll stick to my litfic on this pinned post as they are my passion projects!

themes I often explore in these books are: isolation, anxiety, complex relationships between mothers and daughters, bisexuality, winter, dissociation, and overall rural misery!

I have a bachelor's degree in English Language and Literature and paid special attention to Gothic and Romantic movements.

on top of writing, I also love quilting/sewing, collage making, playing Stardew Valley and Baldur's Gate 3, and doing DIY home renovations.

Reading is my passion, even more so than writing! My favorite authors are Murakami, Mieko Kawakami, the Bronte sisters, Iain Reid, Han Kang, and Ottessa Moshfegh.

my three main WIPS can stand alone but are technically a trilogy. read about them after the cut!

The Ballad of a Blue Whale-- This novella was written in November, 2023. It follows Maren Hara, a recent college graduate who has to move back in with her father, a rigid and unfeeling doctor. To cope with the emotional distance of her father and the slow dissolution of her relationships she begins walking through the night. Both to be away from home and removed from her current life. It’s during these walks she finds a jazz bar in an adjoining city. The patrons, and especially the owner of this bar, captivate her. At the core of the narrative is her inability to open herself to others, and how attempts to do so are physically and mentally cataclysmic, although necessary. As she finds herself, she loses both her old life and this interim space. 

I Want to Build a Home with You-- This novel is in the first draft/development stage. I began in December, 2023. Its events follow Leonie Richards as she walks her grandmother, famed novelist Hellen Barnaby, through the final weeks of her life then inherits her home. Leonie, once an infamous performance artist, decides to settle into a life of portrait painting for a small but wealthy pool of clients left to her by her grandmother. Her old peers. After Hellen’s death, Leonie’s final connections to the outside world are her strange clients, the art store clerk, and her uncle Ox who is embittered by his lack of inheritance. The longer she stays in the home, the stranger things seem to be. She wakes up ragged, dirt under her fingernails with memories of a rock formation in the forest she has never seen. Forest spirits or generational curse, there is a limerence threatening her life. 

No Glory-- Special Agent Seth Barnaby has been tasked with investigating the mysterious, possibly cult-associated murders of young women across the state, but this one could be the key. To decode the newest set of clues he teams up with Director of Anthropology Dr. Miel Noh and they get into the field. The small town misleads them at every turn, from an odd boy named Calf to the corpse of a girl who was staying in his family’s motel. With Seth’s checkered past he recognizes the patterns, but time is of the essence and if they don’t find answers another woman could die. With no way out, they return to the only lead Seth knows: an institutionalized man who confessed to the first murder that brought Seth to the FBI years ago.

and that's a wrap! thank you for reading, would love to reconnect with writers from last year as well as new friends. feel free to slide into my asks, follow, or join the tag list.

tags: @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence @onomatopiya @thelaughingstag

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 1, 1962

Balenciaga Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1962-63. Dorothy McGowan wears a honey-brown wool tweed suit and matching suede hat.

Balenciaga Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1962-63. Dorothy McGowan porte un tailleur en tweed de laine brun miel et chapeau en daim assorti.

Photo Bert Stern voguea archive

[tickety-boooo]

Good Omens Poetry: #chillomenstober day 10

The fourth prompt is: Yellow. I wrote a freeform poem in french! Forgive me for any grammatical mistakes, I am quite rusty but I tried my best! Wishing my high school french prof was here to correct my work xD

C'est la couleur de tes yeux Qui me fait toujours sourire Même quand je suis seul Je pense à toi dans ces moments Une chaleur pendant l'hiver Quand je désire Que tu me prennes dans tes bras Ou le jaune des feuilles d'automne Qui tombent dans un tas Et font le craquement sous nos pieds Les rayons dorés de soleil Nourrissent les tournesols Donc ils poussent bien en été Et aussi les abeilles Qui travaillent dur dans la ruche Le miel du printemps est le plus sucré La beauté dans tes yeux On le trouve partout Tu es toujours avec moi Mon cher

English Translation It's the color of your eyes That always makes me smile Even when I'm alone I think of you in these moments A warmth during winter When I long For you to take me in your arms Or the yellow of autumn leaves That fall in a pile And make a crunch under our feet The golden rays of the sun Feed the sunflowers So they thrive in the summertime And also the bees Who work hard in the hive Spring honey is the most sweet The beauty in your eyes It is found everywhere You are always with me My dear

[honowyn-art]

A training Miel, I tried new colors on her and I think it will be her winter fluff! But I'll draw her more fluffy in the future hehe

[ginabiggs]

Winter x Summer

Postcard art of Abeille x Miel from Love Not Found

[cloneloverrrrr]

𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 / 𝗖𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 ⠀

𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗦/𝗢 𝗙𝗲𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 ⠀

😬⠀

Tag list : @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @hellhound5925 @blueink-bluesoul @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @idontgetanysleep @ilovestarwarsmen725

Anyone else who wants to join in🥰

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𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 ⠀

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• Would keep a slight distance between you both until he feels more open and relaxed⠀

•Will hold you until he knows your in a peaceful sleep then he will kiss your temple and turn over ⠀

•Once he is fully open and an established trust is formed with you both he wont keep his hands off you, he will trace small circles into your exposed skin and pepper you with kisses ⠀⠀

•If you wake up from a bad dream or not feeling too good he will instantly reach for his blaster to ensure no danger and to get you back off to sleep he will kiss your neck, your ears, your temples and his body will mould into yours

•He gives off alot of body heat and is perfect for cold winter nights ⠀

•You will always be little spoon no matter what ⠀

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𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀⠀

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•No doubt about it he will take most of the room and you'll need to push him over to his side during the night⠀

•He falls asleep within seconds but will need to be touching you whether its spooning, legs touching, holding your hands if you are sleeping opposite each other ⠀

•If you have a bad dream he will hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ears until he knows you drifted off again ⠀

•He loves the feeling of his S/O in his bed next to him he feels a sense of pride ⠀

•He will always wake you up in the morning with something hard pushed into your back⠀

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𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿⠀

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•He will joke you off to sleep telling many stories to make you laugh and once you've dosed off a big smile will splatter across his face ⠀

•He is 100% a switch, loves to spoon you but loves it when your small body spoons him and gives him head scratches and rubs⠀

•If you wake up for what ever reason bad dream feeling sick etc he will cradle you in his arms until your sleeping again⠀

•He is one for getting crumbs in the bed as he loves a snack before he sleeps

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𝗧𝘂𝗽 ⠀

•He likes to ensure his bun is tight before sleeping as he doesn't like hair all over his face ⠀

•He likes to be the little spoon ALL the time because he has alot of bad dreams and he loves it when you hold him it relaxes him to no end ⠀

•He lays on his back alot and lord does this man snore sometimes you need to slap him to wake him up then he will instantly turn over and hold onto you for dear life as he falls back to sleep⠀

•When he is big spoon he will ghost his fingertips over your curves and admire you as you both fall to sleep ⠀

[ghostwise]

Matacuervos, ch. 2 Introduction to conversational Antivan Read on AO3

The word ‘honeymoon’ was exactly the same in Antivan: luna de miel. This coincidence delighted Hamal, as did the language, which, for all its associations with his beloved, was objectively one full of poetry and art.

Why was a sleeping shrimp a cautionary tale? What did it mean if something was from the year of soup, or fresh as a lettuce? And how could he not admire the way Zevran came alive when speaking Antivan, with all its twists and turns?

He had some time; though the proposal had been spontaneous, the wedding was anything but. There were rings to procure, a chapel to settle on, and assassins to evade. Still, Hamal was in a hurry most unlike him. The mystery of that tongue beckoned him. To learn it was to learn Zevran a little better, so he set about this task immediately.

Numbers and colors first. Days of the week and directions.

Hello, goodbye, please and thank you. Love songs and lullabies. All the vital parts of the language: kiss me, come here, yes.

Terms of endearment captured him the most. He’d already learned some: Amor, corazón, mi vida. Certainly he had many of his own: Ma vhenan, emma lath, mir atish’an. But he liked Zevran’s best, because he heard them so often in that sweet voice, whispered into his ear at market, or amid a flurry of sheets and pillows.

He devoted himself to all this and more.

“You are learning quickly!” Zevran observed, Antiva City far behind them. His smile shone, like the ironbark ring Hamal had gifted him.

“I have a good teacher,” Hamal said simply with a laugh.

Equally thrilling were Zevran’s attempts at speaking Elvhen.

In Zevran’s accent, ma vhenan became something like ven ( which in Antivan meant ‘come here,’ as in, stay with me always), or something like venas (which in Antivan meant ‘veins,’ as in, you are in my blood). As Zevran might say, the interplay of their mother tongues danced.

And when the time came, he said his wedding vows in Antivan.

The process of translating the words from Elvhen to Common, then to Antivan, took he and Zevran the better part of an afternoon—but time moved slower in love, it seemed. Thank the Creators for that. And Zevran had insisted on reciprocating the gift.

In the end they were left with three copies of their wedding vows: one in their respective mother tongues, one in that awkward yet vital bridge of Common, and one in the language of their chosen homes.

A charm, like turning a ring three times to make a wish. Such excess of love and language was like spring after a cold winter.

Such was marriage.

.

Following a quick ceremony in a rural chapel, they vanished into the northern region of the country. They moved quickly, careful not to be tracked—that bloody night in Antiva City remained fresh in both their minds—but their travel involved more pleasure than it did business. They were newlyweds, after all.

There were fruits here that could never grow in Ferelden, sold in little street carts, arranged with such artful skill that it almost seemed a shame to eat them. There were shops selling hand-made sandals and ornate patterned belts, and the smell of the leather damn near made Zevran cry with joy.

Hamal felt he could lose himself in this feeling forever, and with this thought came a startling realization: that Antiva with Zevran felt more like home than Clan Sabrae without Zevran ever could.

He promptly bought Zevran the sword and leather scabbard he’d been admiring.

Every night they went to a different inn, falling into one another; effortless and joyful, the way they fit together, almost like it’d been long-rehearsed. Hamal might whisper something he’d overheard a giggling couple say on the street. Whatever it meant, it caused Zevran to fall back laughing, unable to hide the blush rising to his cheeks.

And every day brought about a new vocabulary lesson so that Hamal could more easily navigate his new home. Over their shared morning coffee, Zevran coached him in important phrases. How to trade, how to ask directions.

“No entiendo. Necesito traducción, por favor.”

“No entendo, nescito…”

“Ne-ce-sito,” Zevran said, elaborating a little. “Like ‘necessity’.”

“Right,” Hamal said, trying again. “Necesito traducción, por favor?”

He’d stumbled through many an awkward translation error, but oh, he tried. It was as much a mark of commitment as the vows they had taken together; as precious the rings that now adorned both their fingers. It was like every word Hamal learned in Antivan translated simply to I do, I do, I do.

“Just like that,” Zevran said, satisfied. “That’s my boy.”

Hamal’s smile pulled at his peeling sunburn, his eyes glinting fiercely with pride.

.

“You know, I grew up near here,” Zevran told him one morning.

He had a map rolled out on the table in front of him. On it were the beginnings of something; a nebulous sketch of the task ahead, a road neither of them knew just yet.

“Did you?” Hamal asked. “Were you born near here?”

“Here, in Rialto,” Zevran said, gesturing. “I lived there before the Crows… acquired me.”

Hamal considered Zevran’s careful choice of words; he knew what he meant, so he didn’t ask for clarification. Instead, he gave him a warm smile, gentle and encouraging.

“I would love to see it, if you’re up to visiting.”

“Perhaps. If we have the time,” Zevran said. “But really, amor , the place means very little to me. I have no childhood home, unless you count the brothel my mother worked at. I had no family there. No friends. None that would remember me, anyway.”

“Still,” Hamal said, “It is your birthplace, vhenan . That alone makes it special. Consider it a sentimental request from your husband?”

The question lingered for a moment, then Zevran rolled up the map quietly. He planted a quick kiss on Hamal’s cheek.

“That, I can do,” he said. “Besides, what better place to continue our investigation into the Crows, than where I first encountered them myself? Perhaps the Crows are still active in Rialto, gathering their recruits the same way they did back then. We ought to investigate.”

“It seems a sound approach,” Hamal murmured. His eyes slid from the map over to Zevran. “So, ma vhenan. Back to business, is it?”

Zevran paused. “Yes. I suppose so.”

That single syllable carried more weight than either of them were prepared for; it heralded the arrival of something unforeseen. A change. An end. Or a beginning.

There was no shame in flinching from it.

Zevran smoothly tossed the map aside, and turned to his husband with a smile.

“For now, let us just enjoy the last day of our honeymoon. What do you say, amor? ”

Hamal laughed. The sound bloomed in Zevran’s chest. But it was settled.

The next day, they departed for Rialto.

[effyeffa]

overly specific playlists for overly specific occasions 2024 edition

winter 23/24. dreamy mix of many different genres for when someone asks me hey what have you been listening to lately. old songs new songs happy songs sad songs everything from adrianne lenker to marco castello, a frequent rotation

lover. i definitely did NOT make this one to impress one specific person whose taste matches mine in the most miraculous of ways no no. but we will fall in love listening to beach house

fall for you. have you ever put on mitski i'm your man and leonard cohen i'm your man back to back. no? well here's your chance. and i can tell you more about this world, so much more

tasty tunes. synth-heavy dance tunes, good vibes. la femme, miel de montagne, LA priest etc. dinner party background groove

summer roads. one thing almost all of the tracks in this playlist have in common is that they were at some point featured in a skate vid. many classics (bob dylan, cocteau twins) modern classics (frank ocean, cass mccombs) and timeless jams (daniel johnston, mazzy star)

touch. this one's for lying on a big old sofa with your best friends half asleep drunk on love and too tired to go to bed. rhye, james blake, kevin morby

what's the last four years been about? when jockstrap said. What's it all about. i give you bon iver, i give you angel olsen, i give you fiona apple with the answers. i give you black country new road with the musical equivalent of a greek tragedy. dig in.

springsummer 23. don't recall what kind of headspace i was in for this one but we're feeling a wide range of emotions here. tamino and yo la tengo, andrew bird, dope lemon, king krule. the overarching theme may or may not being hopelessly in love with someone impossible

all the in between. mama you've been on my mind. another lovesick one. lots of oldies with new stuff sprinkles in, a short and sweet moment in time. might have cried to this playlist, or written notes app poetry.

transitional. it's raining and you're gazing out a train window dramatically, there is a sweet nostalgia in this but also darkness, rough around the edges. from amyl and the sniffers to flume, moodswings and movement.

[afaims100arrowversefavs]

My 250 Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 6: 125-101

Taken from „Arrow“, „The Flash“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „Constantine“, „Black Lightning“, „Batwoman“, „Stargirl“ and Season 1-3 of „Superman & Lois“:

In honor of Seaosn 4 of "Superman & Lois" being the end of the Arrrowverse, the end of DCTV like we knew it and the end of The CW like we knew it, a final time before the final season all Seasons ends of all the 250 best Arrowverse Episodes (according to me):

I did include "Stargirl" this time, since it has as much connection as "Superman & Lois" to the rest of the Arrowverse, but One Hit Shows like "Gotham Knights" and "Naomi" (anyone still remember this one?) are not on this list, neither are Arrowverse unrelated DC shows:

125 .Reign (Supergirl 3x9)

The One in which: Reign beats Kara up at Christmas.

51, Written by: Paula Yoo, Caitlin Parrish, Directed by: Glen Winter

124. Turncoat (Legends of Tomorrow 2x11)

The One in which: Rip is brainwashed and terrorised Jax and Sara.

27, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Matthew Maala, Directed by: Alice Troughton

123. Running to Standstill (The Flash 2x9)

The One in which: The Trickster teams up with Weather Wizard.

32, Written by: Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: Kevin Tancharoen

122. The Book of Apokalypse: Chapter 2: The Omega (Black Lightning 2x16)

The One in which: Jace tries to shoot Black Lightning and Jen comes into her own.

29, Written by: Charles D. Holland, Directed by: Salim Akil

121. Lawanda: The Book of Burial (Black Lighting 1x3)

The One in which: Anissa searches for herself and Kahlil gets shoot.

3, Written by: Jan Nash, Directed by: Mark Tonderai

120. The Book of Markovia: Chapter 4 (Black Lightning 3x13)

The One in which: Black Lightning and his team infiltrate Markovia.

42, Written by: Charles D. Holland, Asheleigh O. Conley, Directed by: Salim Akil

119. Dead to the Rights (Arrow 1x16)

The One in which: Tommy finds out the truth.

16, Written by:Geoff Johns, Directed by: Glen Winter

118. Star City 2046 (Legends of Tomorrow 1x6)

The One in which: Old Man Oliver meets the Legends.

6, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Steve Shill

117. It’s a Super Life (Supergirl 5x13)

The One in which: Kara sees „What if?“-Episodes of her own life.

100, Written by: Robert Rovner, Jessica Queller, Derek Simon, Nicki Holcomb, Directed by: Jesse Warn

116. Truth and Consequences (Superman & Lois 2x11)

The One in which: Jon-El makes trouble.

26, Written by: Andrew N. Wong, Directed by: David Ramsey

115. Lowest Common Demoninator (Legends of Tomorrow 7x9)

The One in which: The Legends are stuck in an Reality-Show.

106, Written by: James Eagan, Emily Cheever, Directed by: Eric Dean Seaton

114. Broken Trust (Superman & Lois 1x6)

The One in which: Lois gains a new partner and Tag Harris is a new man.

6, Written by: Katie Aldrin, Directed by: Sudz Sutherland

113. Take your Choice (Batwoman 1x12)

The One in which: There can only be one.

8, Written by: Ebony Gilbert, Directed by: Tara Miele

112. An Un-Birthday Present (Batwoman 1x11)

The One in which: Kate gets her wish, but other than she expected.

11, Written by: Chad Fiveash, James Stoteraux, Directed by: Mairzee Almas

111. Deathstroke Returns/Promise Kept (Arrow 6x5-6)

The Ones in which: Slade asks Oliver for help concerning his son.

120/121, Written by: Ben Sokolowski, Spiro Skentos, Oscar Balderrama, Rebecca Belotto, Directed by:  Joel Novoa,  Antonio Negret

110. The Magnificent Eight (Legends of Tomorrow 1x11)

The One in which: The Legends meet Jonah Hex.

11, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Greg Berlanti, Directed by: Thor Freudenthal

109. Back from the Future 1-2 (Supergirl 5x11-12)

The Ones in which: Winn is back, more than once.

98-99, Written by: Dana Horgan, Katie Rose Rogers; Rob Wright, J. Holtman, Directed by: David Harewood, Alexis Ostrander

108. Girls Night Out (The Flash 4x5)

The One in which: Iris‘ bachelorette party goes south.

74, Written by: Lauren Certo, Kristen Kim, Directed by: Laura Belsey

107. The Ex-Factor (Legends of Tomorrow 6x3)

The One in which: Zari fights for the throne.

85, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Tyron B. Carter, Directed by: David Geddes

106. A Girl Named Sue (The Flash 6x12)

The One in which: We meet Sue Dearborn.

126, Written by: Thomas Pound, Lauren Certo, Directed by: Chris Peppe

105. Impulsive Exessive Disorder (The Flash 8x6)

The One in which: Nora and Bart stumble in the Pilot.

157, Written by: Thomas Pound, Directed by: David McWhirter

104. The Satanist’s Apprentice (Legends of Tomorrow 6x5)

The One in which: Astras goes Disney Princess.

87, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Caity Lotz

103. Cause and XS (The Flash 5x14)

The One in which: Nora is stuck in a time loop.

106, Written By: Todd Helbing, Jeff Hersh, Directed By: Rachel Talalay

102. Cause and Effect (The Flash 3x21)

The One in which: Barry can’t remember anything.

67, Written by: Judalina Neira, Lauren Certo, Directed by: David McWhirter

101. Armageddon Part 4 (The Flash 8x4)

The One in which: Barry lives a nightmare.

155, Written by: Lauren Barnett, Directed by: Chad Lowe

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 1, 1962

Balenciaga Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1962-63. Dorothy McGowan wears a honey-brown wool double-breasted coat, seven-eighths length, revealing an inch or two of straight black skirt. Matching suede hat.

Balenciaga Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1962-63. Dorothy McGowan porte un manteau croisé, sept huitièmes de longueur en laine couleur miel, laissant apparaître un pouce ou deux de jupe noire droite. Chapeau en daim assorti.

Photo Bert Stern voguea archive

[allthefakepeople]

11 and/or 12 (actually all of the above, but I’m not gonna make you do that bestie lmao) for Wilmon

hi hi meg bestie

i'm sorry this took a little longer to get to you than i originally thought however it is still over 1K.

and just for you i combined both prompts into one post

also i saw THIS post and @daylightsimon tag and those helped to inspire the final scene.

without further ado, i hope you like it

-miels 💜✨

Kissing Prompts (pls send me more)

Prompt(s):

11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss

After the insanity that was the month following Wilhelm’s coming out, Wille and Simon had made an unspoken promise to never take the simple moments for granted again. This included spending afternoons by the lake together, taking in the scene as much as they take in each other, having dinners with Linda (the tension between Simon and Sara was still too fraught and neither could bear explaining the situation to Linda yet) followed by reacquainting Wille with Simon’s room, and exchanging casual “i love yous” that still managed to leave both of them breathless. Every moment they spent together just solidified what they already knew, that this was it. That if they could have this for the rest of their lives, they would be happy. 

Of course there were still moments sprinkled throughout their paradise where reality would settle in. Where they would snap at each other or where they realized that the other needed something that they just couldn’t provide at that moment. Wille was still working on understanding what the entire winter and semester had been like for Simon, while also learning how to be there for Simon. Wille had never felt more lucky than, ironically, when Simon had a breakdown in his arms. Simon had run into Micke at the store; it had sent him into a spiral that led to finally opening up to Wille about Simon’s relationship with his father. All Wille could think about while Simon cried softly in his arms was how lucky he was that Simon trusted him again, trusted him at all actually. On the other hand, Simon had started to understand the pressure Wille was under and realized how little Wille had been allowed to mourn the death of Erik. Simon also finally witnessed what it was like when Wille had a panic attack. Not everything was perfect.

But despite the harder times, Wille and Simon always came out of it stronger and, most importantly, together. Simon had never felt happier and Wille, never more at peace. The smiles came freely and the laughter was endless. The past few months were washed away with every light-hearted giggle that passed between them. 

Another thing they would never take for granted again was waking up next to each other. 

Wille could feel his body coming back into consciousness. The early morning sounds of Hillerska filled his ears. He could feel a warm body pressed up against him and felt his mouth spread into a smile at the feeling. Sometimes he felt tears prick his eyes at the filling of Simon being in his arms again. But today he just felt content. At peace. His eyes slowly opened and he turned his head to gaze at where Simon rested against him. Wille’s eyes tracked Simon from the top of his head all the way down to where Simon’s torso disappeared beneath the covers. He felt a warm glow rush through him, filling him up and rushing out of him again. His hand that had been wrapped around Simon’s waist started to lightly stroke along Simon’s side, encouraging him to wake up. 

Once the light didn’t work, Wille leaned forward and started leaving light kisses along Simon’s neck. This seemed to do the trick because Wille felt Simon let out a sigh, the most pure sigh he had ever heard, before he shifted onto his back. Simon’s eyes were still closed but Wille knew he was waking up. Wille watched, charmed, as Simon’s head turned towards him and his lips pursed as if asking for a kiss. Wille would never deny Simon but he also enjoyed teasing his boyfriend just a little too much. 

Instead of immediately pressing his lips to Simon’s, as what his boyfriend was requesting, Wille lightly pressed his lips to Simon’s cheek instead. He felt the subtle way Simon’s mouth twitched upward before it settled back into a pout. 

“Wille.” Wille felt a slight shiver flow through him hearing his name fall from Simon’s lips in his morning voice. However he wasn’t about to give in just yet. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Simon’s other cheek instead, feeling the way Simon had started to tense up. A sure sign he was about to laugh. Wille settled completely over Simon and felt a hint of something possessive flow through him over how perfectly he fit between Simon’s legs. Wille then brought his lips up to Simon’s forehead and pressed his lips gentle to the smooth skin there. Simon still refused to open his gorgeous, dark eyes so Wille moved down to his nose. He then moved to the corner of Simon’s mouth. 

Wille knew what was coming next. Simon quickly turned his head so that their mouths would connect. Wille smiled against Simon’s mouth over being able to predict his moves so accurately. Their lips moved slowly but softly together. Neither moving to deepen it quite yet. Wille felt Simon’s hands trail up and into his hair, as they usually do, and he melted completely into Simon. Wille pulled away briefly, smirking lightly over Simon’s mouth following his. 

“What happened to complaining over my disgusting morning breath?” Wille jokes, their lips brushing together. He feels Simon’s mouth spread into a smile at this.

“It’s still disgusting…” Simon reconnects their lips quickly before continuing. “but I don’t really care.” This time it’s Wille’s turn for his mouth to spread into a smile. Finally he pulls his mouth away and opens his eyes, wanting to feel the weight of Simon’s love on him. As his own eyes open, they connect to Simon’s and he feels a rightness settle inside him over finally having Simon’s eyes on him this morning. 

“Good morning.” Wille greets, watching as affection fills Simon’s expression.

“Morning.” Simon brings his hand up to brush Wille’s hair out of his eyes, it’s continued to grow longer in the past two months and he hasn’t cut it yet, and settles his hand on the back of Wille’s neck. Wille brings his own hand up to Simon’s jaw and lightly strokes the edge, preening internally over the way Simon pushes into his touch. 

“We should probably start getting ready for today.” Wille admits, though he really doesn’t want to leave this moment yet. Simon clearly agrees because he whines lightly.

“Not yet. Please, a few more minutes.” And who is Wille to argue? He brings his lips back down to Simon’s and settles back into his arms. 

* * *

Later that day, after a long day, Wille and Simon are cuddled together at the back of the main room at Manor House. The usual film night in full swing. It felt so nice to be able to be wrapped up in each other and have no one bat an eye. Wille had his arm wrapped around Simon’s shoulder while Simon’s head rested on Wille’s shoulder. They had a blanket across their lap and their hands were intertwined underneath, Wille’s thumb stroking along Simon’s. They had taken a little bit to feel comfortable showing this much affection in front of the Hillerska students after everything that had happened, but eventually they realized that they didn’t want to waste even more time not in each other’s arms after everything. 

Simon’s eyes were on the projector screen, attention completely captured by whatever film was being shown, however Wille had never been good at tearing his eyes away from Simon. Anytime they watched something together Wille always preferred taking in Simon’s expressions rather than whatever was on the screen. He knew that Simon could tell that Wille was staring at him, but Simon never gave any indication that he cared, other than to tease him of course. 

Eventually, having felt Wille’s eyes on him for long enough, Simon turned and caught Wille’s gaze. Delight filled Simon over Wille’s cheeks clearly darkening, even after all this time still getting flustered. Despite being caught, however, Wille didn’t tear his eyes away from Simon. Instead Wille leaned over and whispered in Simon’s ear.

“I love you, Simon.” Wille then pulled back and Simon felt flutters in his chest over those four words. Their eyes connected and tension slowly built between them. As much as they got used to holding hands and cuddling in front of people, they still refrained from anything other than simple pecks on the lips when around other people. This meant, more often than not, they usually snuck away to be alone. They knew people were definitely aware of what was going on when they left together but, for the most part, people were respectful of their boundaries and only those they trusted, life Felice or Maddie, joked with them about it.

Wille gestured his head towards the door and Simon nodded in response to the unspoken question. They quietly unraveled from each other and snuck out the door closest to them, one of the benefits of getting a seat near the back. Once they were in  the hall they both sped up knowing exactly where they were headed. They reached the window seat from their first kiss and immediately turned towards each other, giggling at the obvious anticipation between them. Wille sat down on the seat and opened his legs for Simon to slide between, Simon’s arms crossing behind Willes head while Wille’s hands snuck around Simon’s waist, pulling him in. 

“I love you, too. I realize I didn’t say it back there.” Wille’s expression at these words leaves Simon breathless. Their lips come together naturally, softly at first but quickly deepening. Simon’s hands move from behind Wille’s neck into his hair and Wille’s hands travel under Simon’s shirt to rest directly on the skin above his waistband. Simon inhales at feeling Wille’s hands directly on his skin, sparks still filling him at Wille’s touch. At the sound of Simon’s gasp, Wille quickly stands from the window seat and slides his hands down Simon’s legs before picking him up, Simon’s legs instinctively wrapping around Wille. 

“God, it’s still so hot that you can do that so easily.” Simon’s voice is filled with desire and Wille feels it throughout his whole body.

“Well you’re just hot in general.” Wille retorts, slowly walking them back until Simon’s back is pressed against the wall next to the doorway.

“God, you’re so cheesy.” Simon teases, although Wille can tell he’s pleased by the compliment anyways.

“Maybe you should shut me up then.” Simon’s eyes turn even darker somehow at Wille’s words and any other thought that either of them has is quickly lost to the night as their lips connect again.

[sprawberry]

hi miel <33 how are you doing?

Hiii lovely! I didn't see the ask before, but I'm doing great- minus the awful long winter here. How u doing?<33

[logogreffe]

The best day of the French calendar

Next week, on the 2nd of February, France will be celebrating the best (in my humble opinion) day ever : La Chandeleur

On this blessed day, we eat Crêpes.

"Americans often spend February 2 huddled in the cold waiting for a groundhog to emerge from the earth, but the French have a much more fun way to spend the day. Every year on February 2, France observes La Chandeleur, a.k.a. Candlemas, a.k.a. a day dedicated to eating crêpes. The Catholic religious holiday is exactly 40 days after Christmas, but it also has origins in an older pre-Christian holiday celebrating the harvest and marking the midway point of winter. As a result, the current La Chandeleur is a mix of both of these traditions, which eventually evolved into a day revolving around the crêpe—the round shape represents the sun and the circle of life, while the act of eating and sharing with others commemorates a historical tradition of popes giving food out to the poor every year on February 2." [SOURCE : X]

Depending on your family, you can have one meal with crêpes or multiple. But you have to make them yourself ! Crêpes are really easy to prepare and the ingredients required are (usually) quite cheap.

[ There are different recipes to make crêpes. It's like UNO, each family has its own rules]

You can eat it with everything !

In my family, we'll have :

- (a few) crêpes with du jambon (ham), un oeuf au plat (fried egg), de la béchamel, and for the misunderstood self proclaimed culinary genius you could also add ketchup (but I would not brag about eating crêpes with ketchup in public if I were you)

and for dessert :

- (a few) crêpes with du sucre en poudre (powdered sugar) / sucre glace (icing sugar, the best sugar ever) / un peu de sucre et un peu de citron (a little bit of sugar and a little bit of lemon juice) / de la confiture (jam) / du nutella (this is a really important day for Nutella in France, they even have ads especially made for La Chandeleur) / miel (honey) / caramel....

In my family, we each have to flip one crêpe in the pan while holding a little golden coin to bring us luck for the new year !

PS : Nutella is masculine in French.

Tu peux me passer le nutella s'il te plait ? // Can you pass the nutella please ?