#~like it’s nice outside and there’s a breeze

[aylacavebear]

Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 2

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 2159

Warning: Angst, longing. Not much that I can think of.

A/N: Professor Rober Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

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Two weeks after your fifteenth birthday.

The last six months had flown by, your birthday still a blur of half-remembered moments. At least you hadn’t been paraded around to meet any alphas, and your pack had let you celebrate quietly. Still, the house was suffocating today, packed with family as they celebrated your cousin’s presentation. Too many scents. Too many voices. Too much of everything.

Jess had noticed the tension in your shoulders, the way your scent spiked with unease, and before you could say anything, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside. Now, lying on the forest floor, the rich scent of the damp earth filling your lungs, you finally felt like you could breathe again.

“Don’t let it get to you,” Jess murmured, rolling onto her side to face you. Even out here, she could probably still pick up the edges of your stress.

You exhaled a slow breath, watching the canopy above sway in the soft breeze. Sunlight flickered between the leaves, dappling Jess’s face in shifting patches of gold and green. “I know. I just… I can’t help it sometimes. Why couldn’t I just be normal?”

Jess huffed and flopped onto her back beside you. “I like that you’re not normal. Plus, normal is boring,” she said with a grin. 

That pulled a small chuckle from you.  “Let’s talk about something else. Tell me something weird from school.” Jess instantly perked up, her grin turning mischievous. “Remember that boy I told you about? The quiet one with the hazel eyes?”

Her excitement was infectious, the sparkle in her eyes lifting your mood.

“Yeah. Did you talk to him?” you asked, smirking.

Jess scoffed. “No. Boys are weird.” But the way she buried her face in her hands told another story. “I did overhear something, though. The teacher told him that he’s crazy smart, said he could advance in his classes if he actually tried. He wrote this really cool story about the summer his brother presented.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, raising a brow, “You like him.”

Jess let out a scandalized squeak, her cheeks turning pink. “I do not! He’s just—he’s nice, okay?”

You snorted. “Do you even know his name?”

She groaned and covered her face, “No.”

The admission sent you into another fit of laughter. Jess, who had no fear of standing up to anyone, who could recite entire pages of textbooks from memory, was completely undone by a single boy.

“Well, you should ask him,” you said, still amused but sincere. “From what you’ve told me, he sounds nice”

She sighed and turned her gaze back to the sky. “Maybe one day. I don’t want to like someone and have them not by my soulmate, you know?” 

At that, you laid back down, the warmth of the sun barely reaching through the thick canopy. “Yeah, I know,” you murmured, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the cool grass.

The full moon flashed through your mind—the way the night air had carried your song, the way your soul had stretched toward something unseen. Someone unseen. He had answered you, but you still hadn’t seen him.

That was something that sucked—liking someone before presentation. It was common knowledge among your lineage that everyone found their soulmate or true mate, as some called them. On rare occasions, they would meet before presentation, but that was nearly as rare as the genetic mutation you had. So, you completely understood her predicament.

“Maybe you’re like me,” you suggested quietly after a good while of silence.

Jess turned and looked at you quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what if this boy is your soulmate? Sometimes soulmates find each other even before presentation, even if it is rare, like what I have,” you explained, still staring at the canopy as the leaves swayed in the gentle breeze.

For a few moments, she stayed quiet, pondering your suggestion before looking back at the canopy. “I don’t want to risk it. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us if we aren’t.” 

That was Jess, always considering others before herself. She had one of the kindest souls you knew. “Just, think about it.” 

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You woke early on your sixteenth birthday, the habit becoming second nature over the past few months. The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of dawn as you slipped out of bed. Something felt different—like the air itself carried a quiet anticipation.

Padding into the kitchen, you froze, puzzled to find both your parents already awake, sipping coffee as if they’d been up for hours. They didn’t have work today.

Your father grinned when he spotted you. “Morning, kiddo.”

“Morning,” you muttered, still groggy as you reached for your own cup. “Why are you two up so early?”

They shared a look—one of those silent exchanges you could never quite decipher—before your dad slid an envelope across the table.

“Happy birthday,” your mom said softly.

Confused, you set your coffee down and picked up the envelope. It had some weight to it, more than just a card inside. But before you could open it, the front door slammed open.

“Oh my god!!” Jess came skidding into the kitchen, breathless and wide-eyed. “We get to go move onto the land.”

Heart pounding, you tore the envelope open. A set of keys clinked onto the table, along with a folded car. Your fingers trembled as you flipped it open. Happy Sweet Sixteen, Y/N.

We’re moving, and so is Jess’s family. You need the land. We know that whatever is there, it brings you more joy than being stuck in the city. It’s already been discussed with the elders, and they have agreed to let both our families become caretakers. Professor Zimmerman has been given special access to continue tutoring you until you graduate. Jess will make the commute to her normal school during the week.

Love, Mom & Dad

The words blurred as tears filled your eyes. You pressed a hand over your mouth, overwhelmed, but Jess was already throwing her arms around you, practically vibrating with excitement.

“We get to live on the land!!” she squealed, trying—and failing—not to shout directly into your ear.

You let out a waterly laugh, hugging her back as warmth spread through your chest. “Thanks, Mom, Dad. This means a lot to me.” Your voice was quiet, thick with emotion. Had you told them about the alpha who answered your song? Nope. And you weren’t planning to, not yet. This gave you the chance to explore, to follow the pull that had been lingering at the edges of your senses since that full moon.

The move happened fast. Within a week, the pack had rallied together, helping both your family and Jess’s transition to the land. Boxes were carried, furniture was set up, and before you knew it, you were standing in the doorway of your new home, inhaling the rich scent of pine, sap, and freshly hewn wood. Your family’s cabin was beautiful—newly built, crafted from the very trees that surrounded you. Just twenty feet away, Jess’s family had an identical one, nestled beneath the thick canopy of the forest.

Inside, the space was simple but perfect. The scent of the earth clung to the wooden walls, grounding you in a way that city air never could. Your room was upstairs, tucked away on the far side of the house, with a window seat positioned against the outer wall. When you sat there, you had a perfect view of the forest stretching beyond, the place where you had first heard him.

Movement in your peripheral caught your eye. Across the way, through the window of the other cabin, Jess was perched on her own window seat, grinning like an idiot as she waved emphatically at you.

You laughed, shaking your head, but waved back before dropping your backpack on the bed. Taking a slow breath, you let your fingers trace over the solid pine desk, the dresser, the smooth carvings of the nightstand—all made from the forest that would now be your home. This was where you were meant to be. You could feel it in your bones.

Within a week, the last of the boxes had been unpacked, and life settled into an easy rhythm. Each morning, you saw Jess off as she caught the bus into town for school, and every afternoon, you met her when she returned. The two of you fell into step on the walk back to the cabins, trading stories about your day—hers filled with school gossip and pop quizzes, yours with lessons and discoveries that made your mind buzz.

Professor Zimmerman’s first visit to the land was almost comical in its weight. He was one of only a handful of outsiders granted access, and you could tell he understood the privilege. The reverence in his gaze, the way he took in every detail of the land, humbled by the trust placed in him—it made you respect him even more.

Your lessons took place in a designated cabin, a space that felt more like a sanctuary than a classroom. The walls were lined with maps—of the world, of shifting territories, of forgotten histories. Timelines stretched across one side, chronicling events that shaped civilization. A pair of towering bookshelves housed tomes that looked older than your parents, filled with knowledge you were just beginning to scratch the surface of. And then there were the books Professor Zimmerman brought just for you—college-level texts, subjects he thought would challenge and inspire you.

One afternoon, after lunch, he leaned back in his chair, studying you thoughtfully. “Have you given any thought to what you’d like to major in?” 

The question caught you off guard. You were graduating early, but you hadn’t let yourself think too far ahead. “I think I want to take a couple of years off first,” you admitted, setting your pend down. “Just… breathe for a while.”

His lips twitched in a small, knowing smile. “That’s a wise choice. Burnout is real, and it’s good to step back when you need to.” His voice carried that quiet understanding you’d come to appreciate. “When you’re ready, I’ll be here to help.”

“Thanks,” you replied, grateful, before going back to your current lesson.

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The first full moon on the land was different.

The pull was stronger, more insistent, as if something in the air had shifted. You felt it in your soul, in the way your skin tingled with anticipation. It took everything in you to wait—to let the pack splinter off into their groups, to let their howls fade into the distance—before slipping away into the night. Barefoot, you ran.

The earth was cool beneath your feet, the whisper of wind through the trees urging you forward. Your wolf stirred inside you, pressing against the barrier that kept her at bay. She couldn’t break through, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

Moonlight spilled through the canopy in scattered beams, illuminating the forest floor in silvery light. Unlike others, you saw the world in shades of gray at night—an advantage gifted by your genetic mutation. Every branch, every shift in the terrain was crisp, as if the moon itself was guiding you.

By the time you slowed to a walk, the air around you felt different. Lighter. Quieter. You’d gone further than before, farther than you ever had, but you weren’t afraid.

The trees thinned here, allowing the full moon to cast its glow uninterrupted. Ferns swayed in the gentle breeze, brushing against your bare calves as you stepped forward. You closed your eyes, tilting your face toward the sky, and let your song rise into the night.

It carried everything—longing, uncertainty, the ache of questions to big for words.

And, just like every night before, he answered.

A howl, deep and resonant, echoed through the trees.

But this time, it was closer.

Your heart pounded as you scanned the darkness, searching for movement, for a shadow between the trees. He was near. Maybe you had moved toward him, or maybe he had been closing the distance all along. Either way, you weren’t ready—not yet.

The words from the files echoed in your mind.

Do I want to meet my soulmate now? I’m only sixteen. How will my life change? Will I still get to be a teenager, or will all that be over the moment I see him?

Doubt coiled in your stomach, tightening around the edges of something raw and unspoken. You exhaled, long and slow, before turning back the way you came. The walk home was easy, your feet finding the path even as your mind remained tangled in thoughts.

By the time you reached your cabin, your decision was made. You would take the next two years for yourself. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe he was waiting, just as unsure as you were. But this time was yours, and you weren’t ready to give it up. Not yet.

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[etherealrin]

♬⋆.˚ intro: summer

warnings: none // wc: 724

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itoshi rin sighs as he clicks the post button, slumping back onto his bed. his obsidian black electric guitar lays neglected in the corner of his room, still hooked up to the amplifier. his headphones are still plugged into his dimly glowing computer, keyboard still connected, and around four unreleased tracks remained rotting in his files.

he had been looking forward to this break all year, finally out of school—where he could stay up late watching horror flicks with no plans for tomorrow. but rin wonders if he’ll be able to enjoy his three months of summer vacation at all, staring at the pitch darkness of midnight outside his open window. the constant buzzing from his phone, screen alight with thousands of confused replies, isn’t helping his worsening mood.

but he convinces himself it’s better this way, better for him to give up this useless little hobby now; he had more pressing matters to focus on. because that’s what sae had meant, what his words echoed before he left for spain, right?

“you should just quit. it won’t get you anywhere,” he’d said as he headed off for law school in spain.

hyprocite: the only word rin can think of to describe it all. wasn't he the one who encouraged me in the first place?

he manages to drift into a dreamless sleep, phone set to do not disturb, tossing and turning while the quiet june night passed on. it was calm and unperturbed, until a loud crash awoke him. the sound, coming from outside of rin’s house, was a screech of metallic cries. it was eerie, unsettling and only served to amplify his restlessness.

now awake, the soft breeze blowing through his room reminds rin that he had left his windows open, and really, he should close them before he catches a cold. so he pulls back the flimsy black blinds, and his heart drops at the scene he’s greeted with.

it’s haunting yet beautiful; you’re crouched over the sidewalk, illuminated by the pale moonlight, you look like a ghost from his past. the way your fingers trace over the broken electric guitar, a tear slipping down your cheek, you remind rin of how he used to be.

rin’s sure that he’s never seen you before, but something stirs inside him; recognition. you two are the same, aren’t you? he hates it, hates how he feels bad for you as you sit there in mourning, though he just swore never to play the guitar again. he wasn’t one to sympathize, but there was just this inescapable pull to you, magnetizing and alluring.

against all better judgement, rin finds himself heading out his door, in the quiet of the early morning, when the sky is still a bleak gray and the birds aren’t yet singing. everything is wrong; rin was sure he swore off music, passion, even his own happiness. he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be approaching you still huddled over the broken instrument. as he draws closer and closer, rin hears a faint echo of that melancholic melody, one he knows too well.

it’s almost deja vu as he stares at it, the fender damaged beyond repair; hasn’t he seen this sight more than once, that night where it all went wrong?

“broken guitar?” rin asks, stating all the obvious. it's silent, completely still except for him and you.

“yeah,” you sniffle, looking up. your eyes glimmer with tears and it makes rin’s chest ache. he knows how it feels, too. “i just moved here, and the movers dropped it.”

“i…” he trails off, unsure if he really wants to do this. but he’s already out of his house, on the street here with you, so he might as well. “i live right there.” he points to his home, a squarish blue two-story. “i can probably get you a new one tomorrow, if you want to.” rin hurriedly adds the last part.

you look like you’re going to cry again, which startles rin. had he said something wrong?

“that’s really nice of you,” you finally say, standing up. “i’ll hold you to that offer?” your words phrased like a question, unsure. rin takes the moment to study you further: there’s a delicate sadness in your eyes, and it gets his heart thumping erratically. how odd.

“just knock tomorrow morning, or afternoon, i’ll be home.”

itoshi rin’s uneventful summer vacation might turn out to be something more after all.

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[leahgetdown]

304 'I wanna feel you from the inside'

part: 1 of an ongoing series

𖠞 summary: You can't stop asking your sketchy "uber" driver to pick you up when you get lost. You think he's tired of dealing with you, but little do you know you're in for much worse than what you're putting him through.

𖠞 Tw: foul language, drugs, alcohol, inappropriate situations, stripper! Reader

𖠞 Wc: 1.3k (more to come)

𖠞 a/n: if you would like to see a specific scenario down the line don't be afraid to run it by me in my asks

3am.

Standing on a curb outside of the club you work at in a skimpy outfit that covers just about nothing, waiting for your uber to arrive. 

“For 3am it's sure taking forever for this dude to get here.”, you manage to think aloud with the cool breeze making you shiver, lips turning a dark blue and purple as you stand there.

30 minutes of standing alone in the cold before you decide to just call another uber, the moment you go to click “cancel ride” a black bmw slows down in front of you. The passenger side window rolls down, revealing a black haired man not much older than you, the smell of weed reeking from the car.

Bending down to the window, resting your arms on the car “you my ride?” you say with your voice shaking from the cold, the outfit you're in not doing much to save your body heat.

“Well no shit sweetheart. Couldve confused you with a prostitute though.” He says with a slight smirk on his face. “Not saying I'm the type to pick one up but if it was you on that curb I just might.”

“Oh so my uber is a jackass. Great.” swinging the car door open and climbing in, the interior is a burgundy red color, the lighting in the vehicle is dim, the moonlight is the only thing allowing you to see as well as the light coming from the radio illuminating your face.

The car takes off and you sit in comfortable silence before speaking, you don't normally talk in ubers but something about him is alluring you to speak.

“So why are you driving uber? This is a nice car, looks like you've got money.” glancing at the man in the driver's seat.

“Look sweetheart, I don't go for strippers, I know you want clients with money but that's not my cup of tea.” keeping his eyes locked on the road, not sparing a single glance your way. 

“Okay jackass, don't answer then” you speak rolling your eyes and staring out the window that's far too tinted to be within legal range.

“You sure do love that word huh? I don't discuss my line of work with strangers, never know who someone is.”

You watch his mouth as he speaks, wanting to see if he looks over at you, even once.

The car comes to a sudden halt outside of your apartment complex, not realizing the ride was already over, maybe it's the exhaustion from the long night of work, or maybe it's the fact you have more questions for the mysterious man but none the less you exit his car.

Glancing up you see him looking at you as you close his door a little too hard.

Before you can even walk away from the vehicle he speeds off into the late night darkness like he has somewhere important to be.

Making it to your apartment and tiredly fumbling with the keys you enter, taking off your shoes that are much more painful than they need to be and putting your keys on the hook beside your door.

You hear a ding on your phone, “notification from: uber”

Expecting it to be the app asking for a rating you open it seeing a message from your driver “choso”, it says nothing more than a phone number. XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Staring at your phone with a smug look on your face you open your contacts, double checking each number as you type it in, saving the contact as “jackass uber”

You finally set your phone down, making your way to your bedroom to crash for the night.

Time goes on, hours pass, days pass, till eventually a week passes. You've forgotten about the mysterious uber guy.

You find yourself at a house party, far too drunk to comprehend what's going on around you, swaying to music and hearing chatter from all around you.

Stumbling outside you find yourself clicking on his contact.

“Uber coem get mee” with an attachment. “__ has shared their location with you”

You plop down on the damp grass, your shorts getting wet in the process, waiting on the guy you've only met once briefly to come get you from a party.

Fifteen minutes later a familiar car pulls up on the road in front of you. The tinted window keeps you from seeing his face.

Standing up you drunkenly pull open his car door and climb inside, the musk of alcohol radiating off of your hot breath mixing with the distinct smell of weed coating the interior of his car.

“Someone can't handle their drinks. Look, I've gotta make a stop before I bring you home.”

“Who said I wanted to go home?” your words are slurring and your head is spinning but all you know is that you want to find out more about him. Even if that means delaying the time you get home by a few hours.

“Already told you I wasn't interested in that sweetheart, you're not really my type.” he takes the car out of park and pulls off, the speed he’s driving is making you nauseous. 

Minutes of silence pass before he pulls up to a sketchy house in a neighborhood with a less than terrible reputation.

“Keep these windows rolled up. I don't want the people here seeing a girl like you alone in my car.”

He kills the car and gets out slamming the door behind him, going around to the backseat and getting a well worn dark colored backpack from the floorboard before heading into the house he brought you to.

An hour passes by of being alone in his car before he makes it out of the house.

Getting into the car and leaning over the center console and throwing the backpack into the back seat before leaning over in front of you and opening the glove box to shove a wad of cash in between the junk he has in there.

You look at him out of the corner of your eye as he starts the car and speeds off, feeling uneasy about this whole situation you decide to stay quiet, no longer wanting to find out more than you should.

The car takes sharp turns that push your body into the door, going down roads that don't lead to your apartment.

Eventually you pull up to a flat, Choso kills the car and turns to you motioning for you to get out with him.

Opening the door and stumbling out of his car you follow him into the house, he brings you to a bedroom and opens a drawer, throwing a pair of sweatpants and a plain grey shirt at you.

“You smell like alcohol. That's the shower. I have shit to do tonight and your apartment is on the other side of town.”

“So you bring me to your house? At Least take me out first.” giggling at your own joke you stare up at him waiting for an answer.

“Look, I'll bring you home in the morning. You can have my bed, just dont leave this room if I'm not here.” he leaves the room without letting you respond, you hear his car pull off moments later.

You take his offer and go to shower, changing into the clothes he thankfully gave you to get out of those wet shorts. You re enter his room and lay on his bed without a second thought and fall asleep.

Hours later, it's 9am.

You wake up confused in his bed with a headache and a dry mouth. Sitting up and taking in your surroundings, you climb out of his bed and grab your belongings.

You don't quite remember what happened last night but you're not sure when Choso will be back so you call yourself a ride and wander outside. 

The ride comes and takes you home, you know he told you he would bring you home but you aren't sure if you want to see him again after last night with the whole sketchy neighborhood situation.

You make it home and open your phone to a missed call and an unread text. Choosing to power off your phone and walk inside, you know who it's from, you just don't know if you want to text back. 

PART 2

by @leahgetdown please do not post my work without credit.

[skylargrxy]

skylar wasn’t used to feeling this relaxed around people. it was true that she still got shy around him, hesitated before speaking, and blushed at even the smallest glance from romeo—but she felt comfortable. she wouldn’t change a single second of that night. watching grease in his car, just like danny and sandy’s date (without it ending like theirs did), the ice cream parlor—she wished the night would last forever. as they stepped outside, the cold breeze hit them, but she didn’t mind. her cheeks were already burning from the way their fingers were laced together. at his words, she glanced up at him. "thank you for that," she nodded. it felt nice knowing romeo cared about her. maybe it was just about taking the bus or not, but the warmth in his voice made her feel safe. skylar smiled again when he said he’d wait outside until she was inside her mom’s place. he was making their night feel like a dream. she was used to reading about moments like this in the books she collected in her room, but romeo was making her heart race in a way that felt unreal. she wasn’t used to being treated like this. her breath hitched when he brushed a strand of hair from her face. her eyes met his at his words. that sounded like a promise. "i can wait," she said softly. "i really want a million more moments like this with you." as they got inside the car, skylar smiled at him. she couldn’t help it. whenever he was around, she was smiling or blushing—it was just what he did to her. "i guess... maybe i could wait for you whenever you have practice?" she said softly. "maybe it’s not a lot of time, but i guess it could be another moment?" her mind raced. what if that was a stupid idea? what if she was embarrassing herself? "it’s just an idea, but i bet you’d rather spend that time with your teammates," she added quickly. "it’s totally fine if you’re busy, i just—" she trailed off, looking away for a second.

Romeo couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with a warmth that made everything else seem insignificant. Skylar was a mystery to him—her shy laughter, the way she hesitated before speaking, the little blushes that followed her every word. It was all so endearing, and he cherished every moment of it. As they stepped outside the parlor, the cool night air wrapped around them, but it didn’t matter. Her hand in his felt like the most natural thing in the world. The way her fingers curled around his, trusting him, made his chest tighten with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Everything about tonight had been effortless, and yet it felt like they had shared something deep, something lasting. When she mentioned not wanting to catch the bus so late, Romeo nodded, a soft chuckle escaping him. "I wouldn't want you catching a bus on your own this late - not if I can drive you." The fact that she also didn’t want to part ways just yet made him feel like he was doing something right. There was something undeniably special about her, the way she opened up just a little more each time. He couldn’t help but admire how thoughtful she was, how considerate of his feelings. When she mentioned that he didn’t have to wait outside, Romeo only smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “I’m more than happy to wait outside until you walk inside." He wanted to make her feel comfortable, to show her that her comfort and happiness mattered. He also had a fear of parents which she probably didn't know too much about yet. "You don’t have to thank me for that. I wanted to drive you home. It’s been an incredible evening." Romeo leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his smile gentle. "I’m looking forward to more moments with you, Skylar. A lot more. A million more if I have any say about it."

[feraecor]

I rescheduled my last two dogs cause the air con went out at work.

[shimidraco]

The idea of AM and GLaDOS interacting is so funny to me because in my eyes they would fucking HATE each other LMAO!!! AM would think she's a bitch and GLaDOS would think he's an idiot. It would be like a milf and an annoying angsty teen interacting except they're the same age (at least my designs for them would be).

On a related note, I think GLaDOS could do ihnmaims but AM couldn't do portal. He's not good enough at hiding his contempt.

[irradiatedsnakes]

godddd its so fucking NICE out today!!!!! i've been sitting outside doing my research for a while and every time the wind blows it's just like, pure bliss its SUCH a nice feeling

[mars-ipan]

why the fuck is it almost 80 degrees at 7 pm in OCTOBER

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

hurricanes, am I right?

[classicalsongbirdknits]

Instead of working today, I vote that we go outside and nap in the sun. Who’s with me?

[mildmayfoxe]

i closed the windows this morning when the thermostat read 74 and when i came home just now it was only 77 in here :) yay

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 30

Two new materials today! First up is a camouflage patterned fabric, and the second is a nice thrown clay :D

[houseofwolvess]

im eating raw sweet corn on my aunt's patio at 11pm in pajamas and having a GREAT time

[scottishstoner]

I really love to play phone games when I’m high af on weed lol

[hopecountyisforlovers]

im proud of where i am and who i am. so many people have tried to dim my light and none have succeeded. people have hurt me but no one has killed me. i am a survivor. i am strong. i give my all to the people i love and anyone who cant see my value is not someone who deserves my time, my energy, or my shine.

[milo-is-rambling]

In a different world I am living somewhere with a cool breeze and a window open letting in outside air and I’d be listening to animals outside and the rustling of the trees