#awman

[shrimpquota]

HAM SALAD JUST RAN OUTSIDE AND GOT HIT BY A CAR

[engagemythrusters]

my ass is NOT a costume designer... anyway. Roona. the queen of my heart.

[sp4mja]

So, outside of the storm, something quickly approached the plane and took it down? We saw an egg taking down the plane, but what if that's what the federation wanted everyone to think?

[thepiratefish]

I love it when people draw fanart of creepers and they either make them look adorable or super scary while keeping to there Og design (having no arms) But hear me out for a second...

Creepers with tiny T-rex arms in there designs.

[absentmoon]

oeepy

EEPER???????

[bujorulgalben]

[ well, over the last few days, the curator of this faithful little alter has maintained their stead—and as a note, the set of photographs laid out there quickly went missing and were replaced with a note that had a simple “Хвала, драга”. every morning, true to form, more and more lilies of the valley appeared, each day a few more than the rest. except today, the 24th, it seems that the bouquet has been untouched. however, lying right there adjacent to the vase is a handful of snowdrops—some of them are so freshly picked that they still have the roots with their little clumps of dirt attached (slavko has tried to keep the mess to a minimum!).

lying beneath them is a roadmap with a red line drawn on it connecting bucharest to nera gorge-beușnița and all the way over to budva riviera on the coast of montenegro. perhaps the map can be considered a little bit… acoustic! but for slavko the choice still manages to feel fitting. then, there seems to be some sort of confirmation or itinerary with the details of an upcoming week’s stay at a villa overlooking the beach there and a set of tickets that point to a train ride or two. there’s one last little red envelope laying there as well, and if anica opens it, she’ll be greeted with another letter—hopefully she isn’t tired of these yet. this time, the contents are at least a bit more robust, so to speak. it reads as follows: ]

Вучица моја,

I hope this letter finds your spirits high and your heart higher. Did you enjoy the gifts, љубавница? One for every day between Valentine’s and Dragobete. If flowers are too humble, tell me and next year I’ll give you ones made out of gold; they still wouldn’t be worth half as much as you are to me, my dear. I’m hardly a writer, a poet, or a man of many words so much as one whose convictions are strong, but, for you, I hope that I can make my point clear. My morning sun, my happiness, I don’t know how to tell you what these last few months have meant to me.

Even those days when we cannot be together, the simple thought of you and your welcome arms warms my day and turns all of my skies the brightest, clearest shade of blue. If the simple thought of you plunges me to depths I never knew possible, then every moment with you, I feel as though my heart has displaced all else within me: My words, my thoughts, even my steady, certain hands are dizzied by you. So, in the mornings when you get up and I can only lay and watch helplessly, or in those moments where your words dance on and I seem mute in comparison, know that none of it is because of any lack of feeling. No, rather, it’s the intensity of feeling beyond what words can do, and it’s the sense in my soul that I have finally been dropped into the world of lucky men. My bright star, my forest nymph, my poetess, the things in life, which were once mundane, you have made colorful; in every chime of the bells, scent of a flower, or halo of a light, you dance there in the halls of my mind like a warm breeze.

Know that I love you, soarele meu. Your last present is yet to come—but first, shall I bring my rainboots? The forests are soggy this time of year.

Твоје вучко,

Славко

[ /now that the twenty-fourth has finally arrived, surely, this plan of slavko's will reach its long-awaited climax. it wasn't the flowers filling her car trunk to bursting for the last-minute, morning deliveries which preoccupied anica's mind - no, it was the slender spires adorned by the fragile bellflowers, shyly stooping by the swelling pinks and whites of peonies, curated carefully on her mantel. anica had already put thought into drying the flowers, soon, while the colours are still bright, and threading them into a wreath. it is such a shame they won't last forever, but at least now, it'll last a little longer.

the thoughts try more than once to steer her mind away from the road. if her driving at the start of this lightning-fast shift was callous and reckless, the breakneck speed she headed home with would turn many stomachs.

somehow, she gets home in one piece and without harming anyone else. there's a whistled tune on her lips, sharp chirps like that from birdsong, peaking with anticipation when anica peeks into the living room. when she investigates more closely and finds the snowdrops, anica has to laugh. it is an endearing laugh! there is no denying that this little legion of spring's messengers is very fresh indeed! perhaps she will even replant those with their roots intact; when she prepares her garden for the spring ahead, later today. right now, it seemed that anica is still distracted by how... cute this final floral gesture is.

rehoming these flowers will have to wait, however; the roadmap marked in red pulls anica's eyes away from the white of the petals. she slides the map and letter out from underneath, and the train tickets flutter to the floor. the itinerary follows, and anica slumps down also; to gather everything back up again. only then does she read the tickets, the itinerary with its duration and location. only then does she trace the red road through her lands, along the danube. her heart races, her mind buzzes; it seemed like she only mentioned the budva riviera yesterday! and yet! here her darling evening star is; shining a welcome light on how to make her nostalgic dreams a reality!

the buzzing in her head gets louder still, and her hands start to shake ever so slightly. it all seems too good to be true. anica needs to bite her smile back; she would be able to take this time off... right? that surely would be okay? surely, surely, ]

Ajunge.

[ /that's enough. stop that right now. the snarl of saying that aloud is needed over the screeching gears in her head. it isn't too good to be true, no, it isn't. if anything, it was the kindest, sweetest intervention for her workaholism that she could hope for! no, he was too good to be true.

the bumbling sensation in her chest, which could've easily turned into anxiety, turned into joy; an agitated beehive became a kaleidoscope of butterflies. where worries and 'what if's could've blossomed in her mind, cherished memories take their place. and now, more will join them! so anica had to prepare for this! she doesn't even pick up on the grammar error in that letter!

her hands continue to shake. a giddy, beaming smile breaks free, and a giggle rings out! an elated squeal! there is no time to write a letter if she was going to escort him out to băneasa soon enough! no, the trees shall need to endure her sonnets and venerations today, tomorrow, all of the way to budva. oh! she could make a picnic for the journey out of romania, they could have a half-day on the gondolas of zlatibor! she claps her hands frantically, elated, still handing the map in one of them, before gathering and folding up the papers and tickets in it.

in her trek upstairs, she also takes the snowdrops; much more carefully, mind you. for now, they will take a spot on her bedside table in a glass of water. the map is dropped on her pillow, and with her hands now free, she plucks her phone out of a corduroy back pocket, she just about manages to string a few words together with the skittish dance of her fingers: ]

[ txt: 💌 luceafărul 🌟💖 ] I cannot believe you......thank you soso SO much!! Volim te beskrajno!!!AAAAAA!!!!! 💋xxxx

[ txt: 💌 luceafărul 🌟💖 ] IloveyouI LOVE YOU!! I love you so much I cannot hope to put it into words...half as elegantly as your letters have.....but I will try. For you...my stalwart champion my mighty oak, making my heart stir like the leaves overhead on a gentle spring breeze with your darling gestures and words. And I will keep all of your letters ;-)) xx

[ txt: 💌 luceafărul 🌟💖 ] You will need your rainboots! Yes! Please bring them soon!!!!! Dragobetele sărută fetele, after all! 💏💘xxxxxxx

[ /her phone goes away, and she plucks her own wellies from the wardrobe; half-length, bright yellow. the agonising wait to see her evening star is almost over. almost. of course, she has her own gifts for him today; in a linen tote bag, hiding in that wardrobe for later. the bag, in turn, hides a small frosted green bottle with a golden cap; a classic cologne; an intoxicating blend of leather, wood, and tobacco notes. it hides with a long box of habano cigars, all adorned with a band of deep red and cold. the smells of the last visit to budva. a vignette memory of a morning after, lazily watching the adriatic catch the first sparkling glimpses of the morning sun...soon. you'll be back there again, soon, ana.

the beaming grin only falters on anica's face for her to plant a firm smooch on the map; that beachside destination marked by the soft smear of lipstick. ]

[izayabunny]

[romqnticstylez]

friend group b's gc desc is officially ginny weasley...save us ginny weasley

[saltminerising]

you know that creeper dragon scry? yeaaah i did it

meet Creeper and AwMan ( A breeding pair )

[wolftattoo]

AWMAN i missed out the opportunity to ask one of you guys to get me a werewolf BAB because i was broke

[argburlazerbeamsyou]

awman either way i SWEAR ive seen this cat somewhere just dont know where

[leonbugsy]

🔊🌎💿

#Me

[starryninelives]

awman

[catluvus]

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[psychicllamacookieranch]

cherry pink remix

pwede mo kanta oi:)

i mean ma pwede mo kanta mga pepol:)

mga fans:)

mga girl power mga nacrush 

ni buddee atay oi joke lang:)

mga goodhackers tfc..

mga goodhackers local:)

mga ninja turtle:)

mga awman fish:)

..naa lang ni tubag..

si ahhhb zuper lamia oi///kanta dayon///:) kanta dayon diha:)

okey salamat..:) mapwede mamilg ka dyowet:)

ana sila okey pili lang namu:)

buddee..ako pilion si friend ni spy hard 1//

siya ako ganahan ka dyowett:)

..ana ziya..oki:)

tubag man si nakatablang surayda..

kana iya gipili..kay klaru na kay daan..

kani kay lami:)

..:)

:)

nya bos-ok kaayo sapam-sapam:)

sarap to da bone:)

okey mo kanta nami hap:)

minaw mo hap:)

..amo kantahon kani na song./..

gamay ra man lyrics gudd:)

..ako sa lyrics na..ahhhhh,,,ahHHh!!!

..ug come on!!!

ug ako pun an ug to-to-TO-TOTT:)

nya tubag ka friend ni spy hard 1:

ArriRRRRrr:)

..mao ra na imo kwan//diba sayon ra...okey ra yabag ani man...hasta otok..buhata gud..magkawata ka..tanggal stress:)

try mo//pakataw on kap:)

amu na tem zong man...:)

ahhhh--AhHHHh...come on  my friend...

shout on it...

ArriRRRrrrrr..hahahahah

iloveyouall godbless...

chingaw-chingaw...peace  ( 2 )  iloveyou...

[straightyuri]

Aauauhhuu awman i thibj seeing girlfriend where isnot. >#?double checks. Oh wait no wasthtere forresl