#April Blossom

[simspaghetti]

Like grandmother, like grandson.

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

April Blossoms

There are few blossoms in the city yet,save a misty cerise-tinged sunset;one can only imagine a hazeof cherry flowers pinking up the sky- line and defining sooty silhouettes. Who am I to criticise a city dwellerwho climbs high enough in the April skyto search far and wide for the distant aromaof trees blooming in the countryside? Kim M. Russell, 10th April 2024 Over at What’s Going On? Sumana…

[geopsych]

That old weeping cherry that I pass on my walk to the woods is in bloom! 🌸🌿🌸

[gon-iii]

川辺の桜

2016年、善福寺川。

川沿いに連なる桜並木。

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | london_blooms

[pwh3]

Bronx cherry blossoms on a rainy spring morning (April 3rd, 2024)

[fabuloustrash05]

Love the girls

[tanyaluca]

April Window…by Tanya Luca

[pumpkinpie59]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE HIT SHOW TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES 1987

here’s a Christmas party with the turtles and almost all their friends (at least the ones i could fit-) plus my 87 version of jhanna!!

[magswrite]

prompt: spring (april 1st). 1,228 words. @jegulus-microfic

“Whoa, careful,” James says, as Regulus shifts in the boat, trying to get a better look at the branches descending over them.

James, in all his foresight, had decided to row them out beneath one of the biggest cherry trees, filling the sky with the bright pink of the branches. Still, it’s a gorgeous day—blue, with little white puffs of cloud. In James’ opinion, it couldn’t be more perfect.

It’s full bloom for the cherry blossoms, and James can see in Regulus’ eyes the awe of it all. Around them, the petals have scattered on the surface of the water, rippling slightly from the weight of the boat, up and down, up and down.

Across from James, Regulus looks perfectly serene, head tilted back as he gazes up at the trees. Woven through the blossoms are nearly-black branches. James can’t help but think they match Regulus’ hair, and the way it falls around his face, all delicate.

That’s the perfect way to describe Regulus, James thinks. Delicate. Like the blossoms surrounding them.

It’d taken plenty of work to get the two of them here. Well—alone. It required some bribery of Remus, and a promise to Sirius that James wouldn’t capsize the boat.

“I just want to make sure,” Sirius had teased. “You’re not exactly the most careful person, and Reggie doesn’t like the water.”

“I’m not going to capsize the boat, Sirius.”

Sirius had given him a good hard glare, and then nodded. “Just be careful. That’s my brother.”

Oh, James knew too well what it was to be careful. Knows too well that he needs to be extra careful around Regulus. James has a penchant for breaking things (not people, of course, but he’s never been poised). He’s always been a bit clumsy, but for Regulus, he wants to try.

Being careful, that is.

When Regulus’ gaze drifts back down, meeting James’ eyes, there’s a lightness in him. There’s a half-smile on his face, and James feels as if he’s seeing Regulus in full for the first time. Blossoming.

He’d been almost a ghost for the past year, turning up on Sirius and James’ doorstep last spring, all rain-soaked and shaking. Sirius, of course, had welcomed him with open arms, but it’d taken plenty of coaxing to get him to open up to the rest of them—James, and Remus, and Peter. Some of the girls.

It had been a far cry from the Regulus sitting in front of James, now.

Still, the thought lingered. Delicate.

James feels as if he reaches out and touches Regulus now, he’ll crumple. Regulus, just-blooming, would be crushed under the weight of James. James, who’s just heavy. He’s got a heavy heart, and heavy hands.

“What?” Regulus asks, and James realizes he’s been staring.

James shakes his head. “Nothing.”

In Regulus’ hair is a single petal, broken off from one of the branches above. It’s a mirror of the color of the trees, and James has the sudden urge to reach out, and sweep it away from Regulus’ curls.

Regulus gives him a look, knowing. “You can tell me, Jamie.”

Jamie. A nickname he’d earned after months and months of Regulus calling him Potter. 

James opens his mouth to say something—anything, though finds nothing really does come out. What is there to say? I’ve loved you from the moment you set foot on my doorstep? I fall in love with you a little more, every day? I orchestrated this entire thing to confess, and now I can’t find the words?

“I’m just—I’m being careful,” James says, holding his hands firmly at his sides. Desperately, he wants to reach into Regulus’ hair. 

“Careful?” Regulus states. “You’re awfully concerned with that, today.”

Oh, James thinks. Not quite what I was getting at.

“Being careful never hurts, does it?” James says. He feels as if he’s echoing his father, or Sirius.

Regulus gives him a long look. “You’re distracted.”

“No, I’m not,” James says.

Right now, distracted is probably the worst thing he can be, though. Mostly, because Regulus has been looking forward to the cherry blossoms for the past five months—planning a trip all the way to Japan just for it.

“Mum and Dad never would’ve let us, as children,” Regulus had said. “I know it’s silly—“

“—It’s not silly,” James had insisted. “We’ll go.”

“James, it’s fucking Japan.”

James had shrugged. “We’ll go.”

Regulus clearly had thought he was just saying that, though he meant it in full seriousness. Meant it ever since Regulus mentioned spring was his favorite season, because of the flowers. Because of new beginnings.

“Yes, you’re distracted,” Regulus continues. “I don’t like it. You have to enjoy it.”

James rolls his eyes. “I’m already enjoying myself, I’ll have you know. Spectacular view.”

He says the last bit like it’s sarcastic, though it isn’t at all.

“All you’re looking at is me,” Regulus teases back.

The words come before James can think.

“You’re exactly the point.”

It’s in full seriousness; nothing teasing reaches his voice.

For a moment, Regulus looks stunned. As if he can’t quite believe what James just said, though James thinks that might be wishful thinking. Heavy hands, James thinks, heavy heart. He’s a bit too heavy for Regulus. James’ll crush him.

Then, the flush starts across his face, cheeks turned pink. Delicate.

“You don’t mean that,” Regulus says. It’s under his breath, and James is almost certain he isn’t quite meant to hear it.

“Yes,” James responds quickly. “I do.”

(If there’s anything that’ll convince him to speak, it’s self-deprecation. Particularly in Regulus. It’s a nasty habit James is teasing out of him.)

Regulus flushes again.

“I really do mean it, Reg,” he continues. “I mean it. And I think it all the time. Because—I think I’m a bit in love with you.”

Across from him, Regulus bites at his lip, as though in concentration. And James shouldn’t let his heart jump at the movement (he knows it’s just a habit of Regulus’—it doesn’t really mean anything), but it does.

“Is that why Sirius is in a boat with Remus?” Regulus asks.

Of course, Regulus would take a moment like this to be funny. “Yes,” James hisses.

“And is that why you’re so—fidgety?”

James nods. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. It seems to be playing through his mind, in a loop.

The pause seems infinite.

Then: “That’s all?”

For another moment, James is stunned. “What?”

“You’ve been weird all day. Like, avoiding me. I thought you were about to tell me I had to move out, or—“

“—No,” James says, just at the mere thought of it. “Nonono.”

Regulus opens his mouth. Shuts it. His eyes flicker again over the branches, extending above. James wishes, for once, he could know what was running through Regulus’ mind.

“So, this was…”

James nods.

“How long?”

He tilts his head to the side, in contemplation. The love doesn’t really feel like it has a beginning. Or a middle. Or even an end.

“A while.”

“And you waited until now?” Regulus states.

James flushes. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Perfect?” Regulus questions. “Well. It almost is.”

Almost. The word reverberates in James’ mind, back and forth and back and forth, swaying like the motion of the boat. 

“Almost?”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

James does, though first, he brushes the petal from Regulus’ hair.

[ranchstoryblog]

Official artwork featured in a promotional calendar released in 2001 for the month of April. Artwork by Igusa Matsuyama.

[simspaghetti]

Time for a Blossom family tree update! 🌳

You can view a more extensive version of the tree here, which includes Elliot's other relatives along with ex-partners etc...

The template can be found here by sterinasims :)

[absolutebl]

What are some BL couples who you DO think could actually have a long haul perfect ending and not burn out two months after the show ends?

(Also if possible, could you drop the show titles aswell? Thanks)

20 BL Couples I Love & Think Would Actually Make it In the Long Run

Ha, yeah I intentionally didn't include the titles in that last post because I was being negative. Since these are positive... here you go!

Advance Bravely

I know right? One from China. But yeah I think they're very opposites attract but still well balanced and suited to each other. Plus "stern but indulgent Daddy + spoiled brat" is a favorite dynamic of mine.

Guardian

He waited 10,000 gd years. It has to work out. Despite censorship.

Old Fashion Cupcake

They both mature enough to be very motivated.

Tokyo in April Is

They suffered for that love. It's an enduring eternal kinda thing.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Taesung is NEVER letting him go. Never.

Long Time No See

Not only are they staying together, can you imagine anyone trying to separate them?

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding

I just think they gonna live in obscurity in the middle of the woods with their books forever.

Our Dating Sim

Of course they're gonna last, that was the whole point of the show.

Oh Boarding House

I think they both had to come around to each other with a lot of self-examination as to what it meant for them, their identities, and their lives. That kind of thoughtfulness bodes well for longevity.

(This is an under-appreciated gem. IMHO)

Be Loved In House I Do

Yeah they just so into each other but also adoring but understand each other's quirks. There's no meanness or pettiness to either of them. Double down on affection + chemistry is a good recipe for longevity.

DNA Says Love You

They came back for, and waited for, each other.

HIStory Obsessed

It's in the title. This level of mutually obsessed disfunction only ends in death.

HIStory 4: Close to You

Problematic side couple. Dito the above.

Thousand Stars

It's high romance of the eternal forever kind.

2 Moons Ambassador

They are *that* couple. "I married my college sweetheart and am incandescently happy forever in a disgustingly sappy way" that shouldn't work but does.

My Only 12%

Again, they suffered too much not to make it work. They are basically each other's half, it codependent, but that's the point.

Ingredients

They define domesticity. The true key to most couple longevity is the ability to actually live together.

Oh My Sunshine Night

File these two under the "once he had a taste, its' forever." The seme is too bossy and too possessive for anyone but the one he picked. This one lasts because Rain would MAKE IT last.

Oxygen

Dito the above, only softer.

Until We Meet Again

Of course. I mean, OF COURSE OF COURSE. That's the point. Dean's entire existence would be a failure if they broke up.

Despite my love of the genre I didn't pick any high school BL couples. Even if I think they may have a chance I'm not sure how I feel about that kind of pairing.

I didn't pick ones we know lasted because they showed it to us: e.g. Unintentional Love Story, His, Dear Doctor, My Ride.

There are a few I left off because I think they could last as a couple but the circumstances of their lives and surrounding, means I'm not sure if they would be allowed to, like Not Me, Never Let Me Go, Manner of Death.

(source)

[geopsych]

Earth Day morning sights from my walk this morning. <3 (I would say the Earth is my beloved but you have to watch what you say around here or you could end up in a Tingler. haha)

[gon-iii]

春のうらら

2013年、目黒川。

桜の季節になりましたね。

[dollya-robinprotector]

Isn't it better to hide quietly in the shadows? There are even flowers like buds, you know. It's better to keep it a secret so it protects. Undisturbed by anyone, it blooms magnificently.

Hana ni natte (Be a flower) - Ryokuoushoku Shakai