#dasi high

[raevenlywrites]

Raev's Fic Masterlist

Since tumblr can be a little allergic to links, I thought I'd take a second to ramble about all the various little (and not so little) fics I have up on Ao3

Den of Shadows

Jaguar's Midnight: Currently a single chapter of me exploring ideas of a Midnight that is more blatantly BDSM and less human trafficking. Maybe more to come? Who knows

Unpublished Turquoise thing about her time with Daryl (pester me about if it you're interested)

Hawksong/Kiesha'ra

Ties that Bind (ongoing, 30 chps) A queer, polyamorous, Romeo and Juliet with shapeshifters set on a backdrop of the first tentative peace in a thousand year war. Canon's hotter cousin. Not currently explicit but plans to potentially get there

Frayed Knots (ongoing, 20 chps) The place where all the scenes I thought would go in TTB but didn't wind up. Some one offs, some deleted scenes. A mixed bag of spicy adult stuff and just fun character exploration. Iirc spicy chapters are marked as such

Dasi High (abandoned, 4 chps) Highschool AU of Maeve and Kiesha and Co, if their story was on the CW

Forbidden Skies (hiatus, 2 chps) Crossover with Forbidden Game. Julian is a falcon and Jenny and co are avians and serpiente. Basically FB's chars and plot cosplaying as K'r

Forbidden Game

Forbidden Skies, see above

Holy Fire (one off) A sort of song fic where Zach thinks way too hard about Jenny and tries to become a magician

Hearts Desires (ongoing, 2 chps) Still playing with Zach the magician, this one is meant to be a fairly short exploration of magic/runes, Zach's obsession with Jenny, his inability to readjust after the game, and coming out to himself. And tree sex. It's a weird one.

Unpublished pre-canon Jenny thing where she's kind of aware of something (Julian) watching her at night (spicy, pester me about it if you're interested)

Longer descriptions under the cut

Ties that Bind: A queer, polyamorous, Romeo and Juliet with shapeshifters set on a backdrop of the first tentative peace in a thousand year war. Anticipated f/f, m/m, and many other shapes of m/f/m and/or f/m/f, potentially kinky if I ever get it there. Also potentially ace/qpr stuff if I can ever figure out my MC and what is true in this fic vs what belongs in side projects. Canon's hotter cousin with more magic, more setting development, A LOT more romance, and a distant relation to the original in the way that Vaporeon resembles Eevee. It wants to still fit in canon's clothes but really needs to admit its grown too big for that.

This is the big one. I realized revisiting my favorite childhood series that the big epic romance I always remembered was mostly in my head. So I decided to get it out of my head and onto paper. That is... not what happened XD It follows the basic Romeo/Julietness of Hawksong, but I decided to really explore the world and characters and so made a lot of executive decisions bc there actually isn't that much about the world/characters in the original. It's diverged wildly, spiraled out of control into a 30+ chapters novel (lets be honest) and isn't ending any time soon. It's the one I most want to work on so send me asks and encouragement about it so I can get working on it again :P

Basically, Zane and Danica are still deeply dedicated to peace. They think the idea of getting married to achieve it is ridiculous, but they're desperate enough to keep it on the back burner. Dani gets to know Zane (and Adelina) as friends. She explores her relationship with Rei. She struggles with bureaucracy and a well-meaning mother that doesn't always support her in the way she needs. Also there's a bit more magic, a lot more setting, and a bunch of characters I kinda made up to help flesh things out (hello Vasili's made up cousin). Current plans include finishing it with some sort of marriage, but I haven't decided if Zanica is endgame or not (the dynamic currently in the lead in my head is Dani takes Adelina as her Alistair, Zane takes Rei as his Nag, and the four of them all kinda co-rule. We'll see. Everyone is going to kiss everyone else before its done that's for sure)

Frayed Knots (ongoing, 20 chps) The place where all the scenes I thought would go in TTB but didn't wind up. Some one offs, some deleted scenes. A mixed bag of spicy adult stuff and just fun character exploration. Iirc spicy chapters are marked as such Current offerings include: abandoned TTB starts, some BDSM scenes with Z/D/R/A, Dani getting herself off and thinking too hard, an alternative Snakecharm opening from Kel's POV, some Oliza stuff, some Marus/Urban stuff, and some Dasi High stuff. Really, Frayed Knots is a great place to start if you wanna read TTB but are kind of intimidated by its scope. Most FK entries are 1-3 chapters. A sampler platter of my nonsense basically :P

Dasi High (abandoned, 4 chps) Kiesha and Co Highschool AU, basically what if the Dasi was a show on the CW. A fun idea, but not actually my cup of tea. Would probably be more fun to ramble about in discord than actually write

Forbidden Skies (hiatus, 2 chps) Crossover with Forbidden Game. Julian is a falcon and Jenny and co are avians and serpiente. Basically FB's chars and plot cosplaying as K'r. I really loved the idea, but I don't know if it grabbed me enough to make want to wrestle it into submission like I do TTB. With TTB, I don't know the story yet, so I can trick myself into working on it bc I wanna know what happens. With FS, I know what my intended plot will be, so this one would need a lot of outside hype to get me working on it again. But I think it could be really really cool if I did. If this crossover sounds like your cup of tea, pester me for more

Forbidden Game

Forbidden Skies, see above

Holy Fire (one off, post canon what if) A sort of song fic where Zach thinks way too hard about Jenny and tries to become a magician. I have these ideas about Jenny half light faerie, hence Julians obsession with her. In this fic, Zach is trying to learn magic to protect Julian so FB doesn't happen again. He winds up getting the attention of a light faerie, who tasks him with being Jenny's knight until they're ready to come bring her home. Basically, the song Holy Fire by Seeming wouldn't leave me alone one day and this fell out.

Hearts Desires (ongoing, 2 chps, post canon what if) Still playing with Zach the magician, this one is meant to be a fairly short exploration of magic/runes, Zach's obsession with Jenny, his inability to readjust after the game, and coming out to himself. And tree sex. It's a weird one. Basically, I woke up one morning with the ending of it circling around in my head, wrote that, and am now trying to build up the beginning so the ending has anything to jump off of for impact.

Unpublished pre-canon Jenny thing where she's kind of aware of something (Julian) watching her at night (spicy, pester me about it if you're interested) This one I do have plans to publish, I just need to get it (and myself) ready to show to the world. It asks the question "What if Jenny kinda like the idea of feeling watched all the time and deliberately got off for her imagined (or so she thinks) Shadowman?"

[purplepanda123]

Hello all my friend :D

This is my oc!

Name: zert

My Moon: Jose

Age: 14

Live in: i move back to Malaysia🇲🇾!

Country: im half uk 🇬🇧 and half Malaysian 🇲🇾

Religion: Muslim☪️ (i respect all religion)

Birthday: 10th june

Friend: yes. I have many of them

Idol: @dokidobe @ticklessolarballs @netuniark

Reason they become my idol: I LOVE THEIR ART SOOOO MUCH :D!!

Favorite fandom: equestria girl, mlp,solarballs

Will i accept you if you want to be my friend: OFC!! I like having New friend

i will sometime didn't post because have some school work to do :( but i will check dokidobe, epichoccymilk and anniek tumblr account everyday because i want to see their New post :D

Also for mlp or equestria girl tickle fic you guys can request background character too! Example: ler Lyra lee vinyl.... And also.... Please don't request lee! Rainbow dash, lee! pinkie,lee! Applejack, lee!/ler! Chs/canterlot high school sci-twi.... It make Me feel So uncomfortable....and please.... Only request the fandom im in...

Fandom im in:

Mlp

Equestria girl

Dasi gantung

Solarballs

Countryball

Appballs

Workerboi

The amazing digital circus

Fundamental paper education

Spaceballs

Murder Drones (lee! Uzi fic only since N the one who always get tickle)

Lackadaisy (lee! Ivy only!!)

Indigo park

Hetalia (Any of the ASEAN only!)

Hazbin hotel (IF THE CHARACTER HAS ALREADY BECOME LEE IN MANY TICKLE FIC. DON'T REQUEST ME THE CHARACTER AS A LEE)

And for fic im doing all the fandom im in.... (I cant draw human or ponies)

And for art i only do solarballs, appballs and countryball (i will make oc too!)

For equestria girl, mlp,fundamental paper education,the amazing digital circus,Murder drones and dasi gantung i cant do your oc because it was weird

For equestria girl tickle fic...... NO CHS/CANTERLOT HIGH SCHOOL SCI-TWI ALLOW TO BE REQUEST! ONLY CRYSTAL PREP SCI-TWI.

FOR THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS I DON'T ACCEPT LEE! JAX AND LEE! KINGER

For fundamental paper education i don't accept lee! Any of the teacher or lee! Oliver, Edward, robby and kevin

For indigo Park i don't Accept lee! Lyold

i'm a multishipper!

For my fic i accept any ship expect for proshipper

My beloved favorite character:

Solarballs: callisto, titania and dione

Appballs: X/twitter

Fpe: Lizzy, Claire and Alice

Mlp: Twilight, trixie and Sunburst

Equestria girls: Crystal prep sci-twi, sunny flare, lemon Zest and Timber

Dasi gantung: vany and ratara

Countryball: no favorite! I love many country

Workerboi: Disney and netflix

The amazing digital Circus: pomni, zooble and gummigoo

Spaceball: Sun and Pluto

Murder Drones: uzi and v

Lackadaisy: ivy! (SHE'S SO CUTE SJDBDIK)

Indigo Park: mollie

Hetalia: Malaysia and singapore

Warning: please call me zert because the only people that can call me zim is someone who is close to me like alther, aktani,doki, annie, Justin and much more people who is my friend/buddy because im very UNCOMFORTABLE TO GET CALL ZIM BY SOME PEOPLE

Somethings... Something not right...... What is it?..... I don't know either.....

YIPEEE :D!

[lumenflowered]

Can't say I know what yer goin on bout, but I think you need to get a grip. So there's a lifesize doll of ya out there. If ya count trainin dummies, there's at least five of me. If I lost my marbles about that then I'd be pushin up dasies right about now.

Pray tell, were any of those "training dummies" alive? Sentient? Walking about in the same region as you, mistaken for you on multiple occasions? Created by your mentor, a man who you held in high regard and respected, before you discovered many years(?) after the fact that his reaction to your death was to make that very doll? To discover that, for the duration of the time that you knew him, he harbored feelings of a romantic nature for you that were not and could not ever be reciprocated?

...I was handling it far better before I knew that she was here. That was—is—simply yet another complication, because I had every reason to believe that I would never find myself face to face with her.

Why are you like this.

[wndaswife]

The draaamaa jeeeesus Why can't we just run around naked in a field with dasies in our hands 😔.

Anyways.

Thank you ❤ hope ur doing well too! IT WAS MT BIRTHDAY MONDAY and cus of teacher strikes I haven't gone to lessons since then🤭.

I GOT A WANDA FUNKO I DIED. Anyways ok hope ur well after all this unnecessary hate ❤

- 🎹

yes that’s so true of u but i would preferably want to wear a long breezy dress of some sort <3

NO WAY AHHH HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!! hell yea teacher strikes 😭😭 i remember in high school there were a few of those n we had breaks too.. how nice of them to wait until your birthday to unionize 🌷🌷🫶🏼

omg yayyyyy wanda funko o yea 😎 they’re always so pretty i swing my legs around just looking at mine :”) i am so happy for u im happy u had such a happy birthday!!!!

HERE’S GILF LIZZIE she’s celebrating your birthday 💫

[coffeecupandcorgi]

dasy xmas wishlist, a work in progress

-an old testament angel to descend from on high and tell me the exact episode to stop watching early seasons grey’s anatomy before all my beloved MCs start dying

-post-covid sx to go away!! esp freaky chest tightness and ashtray smell and taste in my nose & mouth 🙂

-an unalloyed delight and interest in watching hockey, specifically my fav hockey, the world juniors tournament

-no drama from the fam about my corporeal form / transition

-nice xmas eve of writing ~Yuletide fic with K as per tradition ✨

[walnutcookie]

:D i havent been in the cr fandom a wbile so bear with me .......

i think Roque has some similarities to Stanley Marsh !! (totally not basing this off of the fishy au cus thats the only canon interpretation to me anymore) . Stan is shown to have a lot of compassion towards animals and others, which has gotten him into trouble before :3 like in Woodland Critter Christmas when he raised the antichrist and Two Days Before the Day After Tomorrow, where he felt immense guilt for setting a beaver dam on fire abd trapping a bunch of people in a massive flood <3 He tends to be a bit more socially reserved sometimes, but he'll often take the lead if Cartman hasn't already .

He will also WALLOW IN DEPRESSION and SHAME and GUILT, and will literally fall apart without a support system (Kyle), like in Guitar Queer-o, You're Getting Old/Ass Burgers and a few others. Stan closes himself off when something is seriously wrong, as does Roque (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠) AND!! he also has an alter ego. Toolshed. hes also bisexual and nonbinary thank you and thank you (/hc)

Almond makes me think a bit of Tweek, mostly for the love of coffee and inability to sleep. Tweek tells the boys in one epsiode that "I can't sleep.. ever..." which comes from paranoia and a constant caffeine/meth high. HOWEVER, Almond isnt jittery or as paranoid as Tweek is. Because he is a pathetic wet puppy, he makes me think of Randy Marsh, who sometimes is also a wet puppy. Randy tends to go a bit above and beyond a lot of the time - hell, he got the town to believe that the economy was God for almost a whole year X3 i want almond to say "I am lorde ya ya ya" one time for me pls plssss /ref. But as for the four main boys (Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny), id give him Kenny. Bro loves his family and dies all the damn time, what can i say

Walnut....... walnt. walnut walnut walnut. Im gonna give her Wendy !!. Wendy is PASSIONATE about what she believes in and will (90% of the time) stick up for what she believes is right. Shes also been shown to have some pretty damn good detective skills, as shown in The List when she figured out that the ratings on the list didnt sparkle with all of the girls, and it was actually a conspiracy. Wendy is incredibly smart and has actually beaten the shit out of Cartman before :3 so when shes pushed to ends length, she will start swinging, despite the consequences. Live laugh Wendy

whoopsy dasies i cringed out there ummm . yeah idk enjoy reading this when u wake up❓

OOUAUUAUAA READS ALL OF THS SO INTENSELY /POS THIS IS . I LOVE <333

[lyrics365]

Elevator (Feat. Kvmper, Hwa)

Girl I can’t stop We going Up, all night i bameul butjapgoseon Make me high achimi bakeumyeon dasi 1cheungeseo manna oreuraknaerirak hada ne cheungeuro gaja This elevator doesn’t stop Girl I didn’t even think about you dwieongkyeobeorin siseon ye I caught you tensyeoneun 6cheungeul jinaseo 9cheungeul hyanghae choegocheung arae deoneun wiheomhae Girl I felt a tingling sensation neoui shimmer looks…

[iskconchd]

Women are by nature endowed with many artistic tendencies, and from the Vedic age we find high grade women and girls were highly qualified in sixty-four arts. Srimati Radharani was fully qualified in those arts, and therefore, by Her super-excellent transcendental qualities, she could charm Krishna who is the charmer of the three worlds. Letter to Syama dasi, February 23, 1970

[kousuisanka]

KaneSetsu local high school AU, musuh sejak hari pertama MPLS, suatu waktu mulai tuker2an surat anonim lewat taman bunga depan selasar kelas 10 mipa (both anak ips tpi beda kelas) gegara tugas absurd guru b. Indo kelasnya Setsu nyuruh anak muridnya nyari sahabat pena.

Setsuna males banget keluar duit buat beli prangko dkk + ngirim suratnya jadilah dia kepikiran naroh suratnya di bawah pot bunga di taman depan selasar mipa (doi blum kenal2 amat sama anak mipa jadi mayan lah ya siapa tau bisa dapet temen akrab baru). Trus tau2 hari itu juga Izuminokami lagi dihukum guru BK gegara telat + ga pake dasi, dihukumnya ngebersihin taman depan selasar kelas 10 mipa juga, dan dia nemu suratnya Setsu 😭😭😭

Setsu suratnya anonim (sengaja) jdi Izumi ga tau itu surat dari siapa. Iseng dibales sama dia (anonim juga), ditaroh di tempat yg sama, dan besoknya diliat Setsuna. Setsuna bales lagi, eh sorenya Izumi liat juga ternyata suratnya udah dibales. Ujung2nya mereka bales2an di surat itu meski tugas dari guru b. Indonya Setsuna udah kelar (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Isi suratnya biasa ngabarin kegiatan kelas masing2 (Setsu aga kaget trnyata yg bales surat dia anak ips juga tpi yh bikelah), kadang juga ngabarin rasa makanan di kantin tadi siang, dsb dsb. Jujur sebenernya karena terlalu lama surat menyurat gini mereka jadi mayan betah, gaada keluar pertanyaan, "Eh gimana kalo kita ketemu?".

Tapi tau2 mereka malah ketemu WKWKWK, ga sengaja waktu Setsu sore2 mau ngeliat balesan surat dia trus trnyata Izumi juga lagi nulis balesan baru di sana 😭😭😭😭 "LAH ELO??" "KOK LO???"

Canggung gais habis itu mereka ga beteguran tiga hari (biasa mereka kalo ketemu saling ngelempar ejekan). Tapi habis tiga hari itu tau2 Setsu disamperin Izumi di kelasnya 😭😭😭 diajakin pulang bareng sambil jajan es krim (Izumi bilang bills on him tpi Setsu gengsian jdi niatnya dia minta split bills aja pas pulang).

Mereka selama di kedai es krim itu awalnya ngga ada ngebahas suratnya sih—tapi topik obrolannya dikit2 sama kayak yang di surat (hari ini di kelas ngapain aja dsb dsb). Karena ngeliat Izumi jadi trbuka gitu jadilah Setsuna ikutan, trus tau2 aja obrolan mereka yg awalnya canggung jadi ngalir—saking ngalirnya sampe mereka sama2 nambah es krim supaya ga langsung pulang www. Trus tau2 lagi Izumi malah bilang, "Kalo gue bilang gue lega karena yang bales-balesan surat sama gue tuh elo, gimana?"

"... Kok lega? Emang kenapa kalo orang lain?"

"Ya gapapa juga—tapi lebih lega aja karena itu elo. Kalo sama orang lain belum tentu gue bakal suka dan nyaman sama dia."

"... Hah maksudnya? Lo suka sama gue gitu?"

"Idih siapa juga yang suka sama lo? Gue suka sama lo Jakarta berhenti banjir kali ya."

"Si bangsat—gue kasih tau Mas Kasen lo!"

"LOH KOK GITU??"

"BODO AMAT GUE KASIH TAU MAS KASEN POKOKNYA!!"

Tapi habis itu obrolan santainya lanjut lagi 😭👎 kali ini sampe es krimnya habis trus mereka pulang—Setsuna dianterin Izumi sampe rumah, sempet ketemu sama Akira yg lagi istirahat habis ngelaprak sbelum akhirnya dia pulang sendiri.

(Tapi juga habis itu somehow mereka jadi lebih deket ... Berantemnya juga makin sering sih tpi warga selasar kelas 10 ips menyadari mereka berdua jadi lebi deket ketimbang biasa awokoakowka)

[sankirtan]

Her Grace Madana-mohana-mohini Dasi Departs | ISKCON News. From Kamala Radha devi dasi – Managing Editor for ISKCON News I was lucky enough to know Madana-mohana-mohini dasi and worked with her and her sister, Audarya Radhika Dasi, on different ISKCON projects. When I first came on to serve here at ISKCON News, I wanted to enlist Mohini as a writer and give her a column to share her thoughts and reflections. It never materialized in the way I first conceived because I was truly impressed and in awe of the preaching she was doing on her own. I did not want to divert the momentum she was producing with her preaching. One may simply take a quick glance at her Facebook page, or her YouTube page to see the number of lives she touched in her short time on this planet. From Mohini’s World YouTube Page To say that Mohini was an inspiration does not seem to convey enough how I felt about this soul. I still have WhatsApp voice memos from her and her sister and I will treasure the memories I made with both of them, forever. Mohini recently wrote on her YouTube page… “one of my biggest recent discoveries has been that there’s nothing more important in life than to “live” it, and my purpose right now is to be “happy” doing that…This is me sharing pieces of my journey trying to find beauty in life living with a chronic and terminal illness—muscular dystrophy and spending time achieving my spiritual quest of reconnecting with God, Krishna. And just having fun!” May we all be so centered and peaceful in this life. Madana-mohana-mohini dasi ki jaya! Hare Krishna Twice as Bright In December 2022, Madana-mohana-mohini dasi released her memoir, Twice as Bright: A Young Girl’s Journal of Devotion. It is a collection of a 19-year-old ‘s diaries from September 2019 to October 2020 where she shares day-to-day reflections and realizations from her life. She shares her health struggles living with a neuromuscular condition (Muscular Dystrophy), her desire to serve the Lord and the devotees, and her desire to experience the fullness and goodness of an expectedly short life despite the limitations of her body. The pages of her diary are full of little details from her life. She shares her experiences, learnings, dreams, longings, doubts, thoughts, and imaginations in a real and honest way. The book unfolds her heart’s journey, her introspection through the good and bad, the highs and lows, and the strengths and vulnerabilities that she faces regularly. It shows Mohini’s resilience, kindness, enthusiasm, and urgent compassion. One can experience through this book Mohini’s belief in the simplicity and inclusive nature of bhakti, the beauty and magic of prayers and mercy, and the power of love and surrender. The pages show her gratitude towards and acceptance of Krishna’s plans. In many places, you will find her being too hard upon herself because she feels a strong urge to serve and preach and make her life meaningful, her actions purposeful, and her contribution valuable for Srila Prabhupada’s movement—our movement. Her words, “Devotional service is our life,” and “Let life be a part of your service��not service a part of your life,” express that well. She often reflects on the struggles of a sadhaka, and the plight of the world, and ends the book with an urgent prayer to all the devotees to take up the responsibility to preach, quoting John E. Lewis, “If not us, then who? If not now, then when?” To read the complete article and/or watch the video please click here: https://bit.ly/3LiWsqN

[nguyenthiennhuong]

Lời bài hát Dream high (Various Artists) Live Show

Lời bài hát Dream high (Various Artists) Live Show

I dream high nan kkumeul kkujyo Himdeul ttaemyeon nan nuneul gamgo Kkumi irwojineun keu sunganeul Gyesok tteo ollimyeo ireonajyo Duryeo umui kkeuteseo nan oneuldo heundeullijyo Tteore ojilkka bwa nara oreuji motaneun eorin saecheoreom Jakku naega hal su itna nae kkumi irwojilkka Naeditneu n georeum han georeum georeumi dasi duryeowo jil ttaemada * I dream high nan kkumeul kkujyo Himdeul ttaemyeon…

[thespamman24]

Something I found on an old document. I don’t know where it came from:

The problem with god, and most other things and places like that, is thnot ahtnone of them can ever know what its like to be Eatheldred the conqueror, king os the high seas. You see, Spongebob was a very very very good friend of mine he didn’t speak much at all but i helped hind drink his vino joy to all the world joy to al the knishes in the bib blue sea the sea is not it blue it is fiv different colors: turnouise red and starfish. They are all stars when they are born a star fish is born when lady gaga was born the doctors all die. It was a terrible thing that happened and the doctors never all fully reo cevered because theyw ere dea.d I shoukd go to the pound and pound out some sick beats and base lines adn racioactive motor functions I should lose myself in the rhymes and the time and the cat I once new. The world is like a vampire, but I am but a humble bat. A mosquoyo for vampires, if you will. VGam0iies don’t get malaria, becaus eytjey’re not Teddy Roosevelet and he stole all the amalaria a long,l long time ag. Sleep pretty darling do not cry I am Pual Mccarcru. I live in my car an dcry all day. Very sad :( 

He all lives in a yellow yello yellow beaglemobile where that is at yes yes oh yes that is where you must be to be the tree man, the ent of all things the king of all ents the dent the rent the sent. We all live in seasons, in volices, in worlds, in volvos, in serpents ad sand kings. I think believe that the hot dogs are cold a=g-o on in th titanic the hot dogs were all cold. Wait a minut did hot dogs exist back then>? I don’t know hwho knows. ThbeHot dogs were iunvenyted in the chicago worlds gaor because queen victoria got so mad she explodes into 983486238034 zombies so many zombies by lady but they’re all british.

British zombies are lime : “Ello mate mind if I eat your brains? Tally ho!”

American zombies are like “Give  me your fucing brains

“Boston zombies

Bew YOrk Zombies: ‘Ey, pal listen I just want your brains. Just a little bit of your brains, pal. Buddy.

Ausyralian  zombies are like: ah, mate om going to take your barains for me brain stew.

The most essential emost essential worlds of clas warfare is that the hsitory class, and the panih class and all the other clases, well theyre all like marshmallows in the wind, just being tossed aside byu the winds and rides of time and the lime, lime lima beans in tima beans. And the beach is aon the sneeches with the stitches thats what snitcjhes gets and if you dust the dagger the dist will rdust and rust and Rhoududust and if you go to Russia then you will forget what airplanes are they are es muy not allowed in russia the hate airplanes thefe because they smell lieke goat and also kerosene and oh my god it’s the ham sandwich queen of brooklyn, new orleans its time to exoc mminutecate your fae,y our mom and the pope he bee pooping, popping and rocking on the rokcs. He likes to rap about wraps and burritoes with Aaarn, Aaron Aaron aaaaaaaaaaaa just like his mothers father, he was a tree, eryainly a tree for all seasons. Salt, pepper, honey, musard, garlic, salt, onion garlic garden si where th garlic trows all day ee hey thats wher my ass libes in piedmont row I dar enot go for the watermeoons smell wa to much tof jnnny for me I do not like them no I do know knii i am the king ot he book men menstruation stations, come insode it’s fun inside. Okay listen to me kids, it’s time to het seriosu aluminum foil si coming for your lids, house and family. The Vietma, os gpong to marr uopir sister like a jesus in the night and the comedians will run amok throught ehs rteets have les vegas no name man in his no name land eating all jos np na,e ham for no one does not have a pob he is the king of the quen of humans. They live in the most NEwsy of Hampshire. The old hampire os a hamsyer in a hamper in tedau sinday afternoon. There ar eonly tewo daus we sold the fibe other dasy now guys I’m so sorry. Just Tuesday abd Monday from now on and also the Vicitorian eyra of shcarlegamngebe steetha nd beard and dentist,. The royal colonooscopist shall no observe his majesties buttocks.!!!! Ye she shallezt! AAh, Charlemagne!

I’ve started getting really into taking the sorbet out of the cauldron and killing King Max for his treason against his dick. The only way we have to feat is itself that is itself I am me, myself and I. If I was not mysel than I would take myself into the future to see what human sare like, I bet they have more heads. One for work, one for business, one for pleasure, one for romance, one for sex, and one for listeninh to Imagine Dragons. However, they don’t call it Imagien Dragons they call it Teddy Wur. If I need the China becaust ehe batteries. Oh no i removed the bagtteries needed to make Norway function for my remote now Norway has stopped. THe only solution is to eat Norway. MMMMjhhhmm tastes like chocolate cabbage. Teabsolute erribnle. I have seventeen ears of corn and five easts of human flesh. I”m, pretty sire elves are just corn because they’re ears look verty similar. You know, I;ve seen ears if cirb vyt U;m vebver actuakkyt seeb a cirbs fukk body. I reakkky wsug U was a witch evcayse U”m living in Antarctuca and i’ts cold, I need a fire. Santa cLaus refuses to accept my invitation to become a boy band called The Santastics unfortunately I a akso the man of mahy lizatrds, but few delights ibA ystst or September tgen the dying rose will yes yes Like a tiger in a glass jar of picjles, I simply just do not fit into this world. I am sware and the world is circular. I wish I was s2uare because then I would be more easily portable. Circle are hard to port. That’s why they put pizza in swuqare boxes whgeb toy put pizza into the boix then the pizza becomes the box, it feikls up the sun with butternut milk ice cream on hr Tunasday salad dressing up in drag. Ah,, ues I to am the king of New umberlandorleans when the aliens come will they shake our hads, or eat them? That’s for you to decide, Mr. Melviun Luncoln chief washerman of the Canadian States iof abafa. If i was not for fava bean, I’d be against the curtain rolling rolling ride of m[pembrose eyes in the night is bitter, absolutely disgusting. Th night is not that much like a lizard, it is much bigger.

The mechanic is on his hands on the roof on the run from the rung Jiungian. Well, you see if Freud was a man he’d be the king os all the widdle eedeie beedle Pink Floyd they are the serpents of New Jerseuw here the saints come tumbling in and down and up and right and left. Hey-ho! If I was a not the littlesy of the mushroom men than I would ebay the garfield spinach pizza pie but alas. I can not for i am to many men and women and children all at once. I’m so glad yo know that children don’t have genders It’s really great If my beard was a man he would he Dusting Hoffman, kurelest man int he scotttmans hillburghohoro. The queen, yes she is sppphic yes she’s is in the silver movies made of silvers. Vikers i mean vampires can’t watch movie. Viking vampires viking vampires oh fuck yeah oh hell yeahes! Piraes of the caibbean but it’s vikings of the cariibean in canada where the maple labes are a basketball team where they throw the baskeys in the vvall for the volleyball wbaleyuwood is where the woold is just ufcking balling. What does that mean? It means there are balls. So many, goshdarm balls I love them I hate them fuck them they are the sceteys of all Pjnocchio ihidden desires yreasures of Morhgoths kitchenet oh no i must do the eays the magazine before the pink, golden rose comes falling down from the sku and his chest explodes with volluptouse readiness to, I’ll see you on the p9nes tereee that looks like the ugliest fucking swan you’ve ever seen oh and oh no the ugly little duckling was a sytripper tjat’s bad, not good if you ares on the brroks Spinrhrstein then you are a hammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm alojios uou can fuck the ham sadnw asand hidden in the hiding place thay’s where oh la omigi bad the imniiii the man is thenot he knows what the money is it is him. He is the king greatest, ryker 9foa ll the money in scotland. Scotland is not made of bricks there are nl bricks other then the wet, pastry flour that tastes like selvir cupcakes made of raserrie pie but oh what the fsunflwers yiesdau where yu going to? Are you made the of sun, or ais that just your friend, or is your friend the dpillow food demons is your friend the nordic man witht he beard that is a human person from the iconic set of youtube videos titled, this man is the horneist of all the bulls who knows how to be a kite flyinjg welder of the baldiest blades but he alss, he is not the buffalo man he si ada, sp ad, chking on his own misery

‘But he can’t fuk anyone he’s to afraid of the

World in spanish is nothing’it is not the reason we are still here it is raining purple. And silka nd silver

Wehn I was a boy I thought we should return every rock back to the volcanoes

I thought we sh0uld pick them all up and discover all the bugs inside

WHo knows what happens to all th crows we threw away? Where have they flown to?

Have they found another friend, one more shaped liek them in that 

Sweet, beautiful

B ird shape that birds ahre shaped in by the gaudy hands of god

Or are they just going to explode?

Ah, but alas I am the badger I am the worser I am the better I amt eh gooder goo goog goo kooo koo cachoo. I amt he cashew I sneeze on your emmbrane but I do nmot eist for pleasure, oh no no, I s3eat up the udnerwear like a man addicted strawberry flowers fruit h9oneyscukle eyes speeing at you from on the clover, gilded gravestones that laugh like malicious ducks and evil birds from beyond the plane, and the valley of the cursed crimson calling cards of dusks peering in small tufts of dense fur, dense hairless loss of innocent paper napkins b

But where have these words i”ve lost? Where are they running dripping, from yut swollen amiable tongue, carved from obsolescence by that great Renaiisssance carvesman Dutarte or whatever his name was. Where are the dictator over the needless river of neon vuiing war ships and the longstanding food between feud between the bitter, ocean current and the lovely sky damped windowsill?

(Dm) C7 Bb Gm  A7 C7 Bb A7 Fmaj7 Gm Bb A7 Gm Edim 

          7   6    4      5    7    6   5     3      4       6   5    4    2       3   5  4

A funny little story.

I like ducks. They are so cute. I love them so much.

The beach boys live on the dpcks and eat ham like it’s in asyring like it’s poptarts from the great god dyinoussu. Pop poppopppppppppppppppppp there’s the hamstrings the ham percussion, the ham horns and the ham vocalists or something I dont know I am not the orchestra man I fear all things shiny that go in your mouth hole and make noise and I am tired.hu

And so the day begins and so you walk home with your friend your hand in your apple in your hand and you smile and wave and laugh and finally have the urge to kiss them on the lips byt then you open your eyes and realize your eyes and mouth have switched and you were just kissing a daisy flower and it doesn’t really matter anymore, now does it? And seeing as since your apples are now pie and with adams apples you can make an adams apple pie and the american dream is now american pie and the american dream is dead, but alive and I am bread, yet I jize along to the subtle bop, bop bop bopping of the smooth-ass music smooth as shaving cream on a sunny day. Shoobee-doob bop a shoo be doobe doo bop and if you feel the love tonight an the bright reds and greens and blue ina  peppermint orientation that is semu vertical to every angle out there than you can fish for the hearts of irrational men ina  sea of lost desires in a sea of honking desires, lost to fetuse of time in the omb of the great whale of the ocean and the speaker for the day has cried there hands away they can no longer ho;d the microphone todaaaaaaaaaaay! And all the bad dogs have gone away, you will never see them again except in your most idle of dream where your car is tied up in knots of silicon remorse inside your waxy-wishy washy heart and infertile popcorn seems to uniniviting.

Now they lay Richard Nixons body down. Sad old man who ran this town. I can still remember the way he lead the charge and saved the day. Clorox bleach and rain I can hear the beagle saying “We’v seen the last of the librarian woman. She is now gone from entirely fo our hearts. Smoke is like a whisper in the wind to me now, a bitter reflection coasting off the planes wings. Birds of a feather soon learn that they have something better to do. You’re guts swimming around like seals in a pit of brine? Well, they’ve started a union against you. IIIIIIIII. The shrimpsons parents were shrimps but then they died when they realized the hill was too steep to climb and I am to sleep to rhyme anything else but then the time. Let me try being the moon for just a while, I could use some moments being giant white and an orb that is also a rock in the sky. If you’re not a giant spherical rock then that’s not optimal. But that’s okay. We don’t have to be optimal to be amazing, or even perfect. However, no body is perfect anyhow but that’s fine, you don’t have to be perfect to be enough or not to be that is the queso!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CheesE CHEESE!JIHUOBNUBUINLJIerhw3o2jhuverf I am so leired of th epostman bringing back m daughters to me the postman bakes the daughters and the carpenter makes the sons and the postman rakes the nonbinary chuldren and cthulhu still watches overhead, waiting for us all to lose our skin and become gooey-and thereby much, much easier to swallow. Just like the news! Except the news is extremely hard to swallow, because the harder to swallow the better it sells. This also applies to other professions, I think you can figure those out. There are professions and there are amateurfessions and there are professors but some fessors are amateurs in their status their stats are not ours to give nor or they ours to take. We gake and we bake and make the rake blake thompson sinnyboy brown. We are stuck on the lovely visage of weeds while the rainy day bloody festival occurs. And yes, you need time to buy the scarlet labryinths heels, toes shoulders

It is our time to scale the scarlet labyrinths tower of David Lynch. Wrestling with yourself in a cesspool of arrogance and a tornado of macabre delights. Instead of the weather, let’s bleed into each other and call it a fair game, we can lie to the seasons, and to the gods living under flakes of dust, but the only thing we can’t lie to is the screaming orange that lies at the center of the sun, it is to far away and it can not hear you, so. AAAAAAh yes, the latin! The history! It all comes crashing down! So many, many, many years!

[raevenlywrites]

Dasi High, for really reals

Finally got a first chapter I actually like!

I walked an expanse of endless sand. The night desert air carried hints of spice and stone and worried at my exposed skin with cutting cold teeth. I shivered and rubbed my arms in annoyance. This part of the dream was getting old.

But I knew that just over that dune lay a fire, and around the fire, figures danced.

Their long shadows cast out like the tails of an inverse sun, snapping and cracking like dark twins to the flames they danced around. Music made of wind and whispers pulled at me, urged me to come down, come dance, become a shadow.

I’d never once made it down to the circle.

I didn’t dream this scene every night, but I’d dreamt it often enough to be annoyed with its tantalizing tease. If I didn't’ waste so much time on the stupid sands, I might finally get to see who danced in that circle. A figure always broke off, coming to meet me half way, and though I got a little closer every time--

“It’s the top of the hour, and you’re listening to WKSR!”

I smashed my hand against the alarm clock, wishing I could hurl it into the dreamscape’s flames.

Never make a song you love your alarm tone, unless you’re ready to hate that song forever. That goes double if its from show you used to really love, but now associate with rage and dreamus interruptus and can never watch again. I flopped forcefully back against my pillow, tempted as always to just go back to sleep. What was out here for me in this world of pop songs and overly enthusiastic radio announcers?

Plenty, was the answer, and after a while the ennui of waking left me, and I rolled out of bed to wash the sand of sleep from my eyes. - “Hey.”

I looked up to see Brass standing in front of my desk, something held to his chest. Since it was neither latte nor donut, it was hard to muster interest in it this early in the morning. When he set the crusty old book down on my desk like it was supposed to mean something, I just stared up at him.

“Since when do you read?” I teased. Picking on Brass was one of the constants in my world. Sky was blue, grass was green, Brass and I bickered and teased.

He gave me a half-hearted smirk, but I could tell he was distracted. I leaned back in my chair, cocking my head in what I hoped was a sympathetic manner. This was why we hadn’t worked as a couple. Teasing I got. Real emotions? They seemed weird between me and Brass. And it was way too early for it. Best to just let him get it off his chest and get it over with.

He drew a deep breath in through his nose, reminding me way to much of all the times he’d started “a talk”. It was hard not to get automatically defensive.

“So you know how my mom runs that homeopahtic shop or whatever?”

I nodded, biting my tongue to keep from interrupting him. We’d been friends since diapers. I knew his mom as well as I knew my own. Maybe better. “Aunt” Cynthia was way cooler than my stick in the mud mom. And her shop carried some of the coolest stuff. Suddenly this rusty crusty Giles-like book got a lot more interesting.

“What’s with the Necronomicon?”

“It’s not a--“

He cut off, his mouth twisting in that sideway grimace that made his nose scrunch. I hated that I still thought it was cute. I distracted myself from it by flipping open the tome. “Tome” had a lot better ring to it. Yeah, I was liking this tome more and more.

“Apparently it’s a grimoire. Mom likes to collect them for old recipes and stuff, but this one...”

His fidgeting was enough to ruin the mystical communion I was trying to have with my cool new book. I propped my face on a fist, giving him a sort of “spill it” gesture with my eyebrows. I did a lot of talking with my eyebrows. I had expressive eyebrows, worked hard to get ‘em that way. They were kind of my signature thing now. I hoped. Too cool to speak. Talk to the brows. Yeah.

Brass wilted under my killer gaze, reaching down to flip a page in the book. I felt weirdly protective of it, annoyed that he’d dared touch it--even though it was his book. Just because he’d put it on my desk didn’t mean he was giving it to me.

“I thought you should have it,” he said, seeming to echo my thoughts. I felt immediately embarrassed and empowered at the idea. Heck yeah, bow before my cool mind powers--but ick, stay out of my thoughts. Especially since I still kind of like you. Double ick.

“Brass, what about this crusty old book makes you think I should have it?”

When in doubt, pretend you don’t want it. Lessons learned from Sassy the Cat of Homeward Bound fame.

“Cause you’re crusty old news!”

Izzy wrapped her hands around Brass’s arm, giving me her “trying too hard to be cute” nose-wrinkled grin. Brass’s nose wrinkle was better. But hers was cute, I could admit. Much easier to admit since I knew her passes at Brass didn’t mean anything. Izzy didn’t want to date him any more than I had. She’d just been smart enough to say no when he’d asked. Which made him more fun to flirt with now, I guess. I dunno. The mind of an Izzy is a mystery.

“No,” Brass said tightly, trying on the new tactic of “ignore the PDA”. Good for him. The blushing had been cute, but it made him look easy to rile. More fun to tease. Stoic man, that was the way.

“I thought she should have it because--“

“The vibes!” Dani invited themself in our conversation and I tried not to sigh. I loved my friends, I really did. We were tight, tighter than family. But now they were going to chat all through homeroom and there would be no coffee, no book, no ten minute nap. My desk had become socializing central.

“It’s the vibes, right?” Dani insisted, helping themself to my book. I let out a protest as they picked it up, but too little too late. They turned the book over and over, as if looking for a review or pricetag or something. “This thing totally has spooky vibes, just like our Ki.”

“It’s because she’s a Scorpio.” Oh great. Landon had invited himself over too. Party and Kiesha’s desk. “Scorpio’s exude a mysterious energy. But they’re secretly big cry babies.”

I stuck my tongue out at Landon-the-know-it-all, but he ignored me.

“No,” Brass insisted, taking his book back once again. He spread it out over my desk again, opening it back to that same page. It looked like a family tree. He ran a finger over the lines, indicating a very familiar name.

“It’s because it’s literally got her name on it.”

Everyone leaned in, casting an actual shadow on the page they crowded so close. It made the age-faded ink even harder to parse, but the “Kiesha” Brass had indicated was plain enough.

My book.

The urge to close it up and clutch it to my chest nearly overwhelmed me. Instead I leaned away, ostensibly to let everyone else get a better look. In truth, I hated ever looking too interested in anything. I had always been so obnoxious with my interests as a child. I never let anyone see anymore when I was really into something. Always play it cool.

But the book called to me, and the more I held myself back from it, the more I wanted to pour through its pages, discover its secrets. It was my book. It had my name on it. Fate had sent it to me.

My friend’s chattered turned to white noise in my ear. Distantly, I caught snatches of “where did you get it?” and “that’s so cool!” but all I could really hear was the pounding of my own heart in my ears. It felt like drums, dusky and ancient, and more important than anything else that might happen that day. Damn you, Brass, for giving me something so cool at the start of the school day. This was going to taunt me all day, just like that stupid fire circle.

I swooned as the beat of my heart joined the whispers of smoke and song. A hand on my shoulder made me jump. I blinked up into Brass’s concerned face.

“Ki? You okay?”

I nodded, shaky and shaken. I needed some air.

“Skipped breakfast. Could one of you snag me something from the vending machines?”

Izzy nodded and hopped off, knowing Brass would be completely distracted by concern for my well-being now. He still hovered like a protective mother hen, even though we’d broken up months ago. Talk about your brooding hero. Dani pulled Landon away and I sent a silent thank you to them for wrangling their snotty boyfriend. Landon was a great study buddy, but he had the personality of Metamusil. Good for you, probably, when you were ancient. We were too young and cool for his old man routine.

Brass crouched down by my desk so I didn’t have to crane up at him.

“Are you really good?”

I nodded, letting myself rest my head on his shoulder. Brass was a constant, weird ex or not. He’d been childhood friend longer than he’d been my... whatever we’d been, and enough time had passed that I could let myself take comfort from him again.

“Sorry about the book thing. I can--“

“It’s great.”

I cut him off before he could finish whatever he’d been about to say. I wasn’t about to let my “be cool” rule part me from my book. I pulled back to better look at him.

“I do really like it, weirdness or not. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Of course.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, then stood and beat a retreat to his side of the classroom. Izzy came back with a Coke and some donut sticks, and I slid the book into my bag before any sticky accidents could befall it.

[ramayantika]

Hi Samridhi. Can I request a Moodboard from you . No pressure though. It's just I so much want to see a one for Subhadra. If you already have made one please share the link . If not, would you like to make one. I feel like the elegance, beauty and innocense,yet strong will that Subhadra had , you can show that perfectly. I really look forward to see it someday.

✨ Subhadra Moodboard ✨

𝓓𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

The youngest of the royal siblings, Rajkumari Subhadra was adored by everyone in the kingdom of Dwarka. Dwarkadheesh, Sri Krishna or Subhadra's Kanha bhaiya had made her his partner in all his mischief which he clearly hadn't left even after leaving Vrindavan. Balaram Dau often played the role of the mother sibling for his younger siblings and would be often seen pinching his nose at their antics.

Subhadra following her brother's footsteps, often dressed herself in yellow shades. Her yellow saree embroidered with gold threads shimmered under the sun, each time she went outside the palace. Her smile possessed the warmth and brightness of the sun.

Her brothers, Rukmini and Revati bhabhi had left no effort in pampering her with lots of love and affection. Her round face and almond like eyes carried an endearing innocence that whoever met her would wish to be near her forever. It was not her beauty which attracted people to her the most. Indeed she was blessed with beauty that brought her a lot of suitors when she came of age, but her innocent and compassionate nature made people fall in love with her. She was easy to laugh and easy to cry. For her, life was like a bright sunny day, and even if their were grey spells on some occasions, she always believed in the sun to rise with a glorious shine once again.

Years later, when Subhadra had heard of Balaram Dau fixing her marriage to Duryodhan, the darling princess broke down in tears in her room alone. Revati was the first to notice her tear-stricken face and had caressed her head gently like a mother.

But Subhadra, the ever believer in the sun shining after dark skies, knew that she was the master of her life and no one would be able to take away her choice, be it Balaram Dau or even Krishna bhaiya.

Who knew that the young princess would 'abduct' the man of her dreams away like her brother once did ages ago?

She married Arjuna, and had stitched beautiful dreams of marital bliss with her husband. Draupadi had taken her as her younger sister even though she first hadn't allowed her to enter her chamber. But who could miss Subhadra's warm smile and innocent eyes? The dasis had whispered how one embrace had melted the heart of the fiery Indraprastha's samragyi.

How long can you protect your loved ones from every difficulty? How long can you keep them away from the harsh realities of life?

Krishna and Dau saw their Subhadra holding her head high as she saw her husband walk away from her in bark clothes. They saw how the once easy to cry Subhadra had blinked her tears away when her Draupadi jiji entrusted her five sons to her. She cared for each child like her own along with Abhimanyu.

Krishna would often pray for Subhadra to Goddess Parvati, so she may always bless her with strength for all other difficulties she was to face later in life.

The day, Abhimanyu died, a lone tear escaped Subhadra's eye. Only Krishna had seen her clutch her stomach tightly when she saw her child's dead body. Subhadra knew how her child was killed brutally. She also knew that he had died alone in the battlefield. The sight of his crushed head haunted Subhadra's dreams and every night she would blame herself for dozing off the night when Arjun had told her about the chakravyuh. Her heart received another blow when she saw the dead bodies of Draupadi's children.

As a child, when one of her pet rabbits had died, Subhadra hadn't eaten a morsel for three days. Now, she saw all of her children dead, yet instead of locking herself in grief, she immediately began to look out for her daughter-in-law, Uttara who was too young to handle her husband's death and childbirth.

Even in her old age after being a witness to such a gruesome war and being robbed off her motherhood too soon, she never let go of her warm smile and kind heart. Her sarees never gleamed under the sun much, nor did she choose to deck herself in jewels after the war, but she had still retained the innocent child like Subhadra in her heart.

This is the story of Dwarka's darling princess.

***

Dhani didi I hope this one did justice to what you thought.

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[ezgithechaotic]

pushing up the dasies . peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x female reader

summary: Someone has been stealing Y\N's flowers, and she is determined to find who it is.

warnings: she\ her pronouns (don't know if this one's a warning), mention of the death of a loved person, graveyard

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. I really have no idea if this is good or trash. I’m getting mixed signs. So, please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

As a comic book nerd, I personally love both Andrew and Tom's Spiderman. Just thought this story fit Andrew's more, but feel free to imagine Peter as your favorite! 

masterlist 

The first time you realized a few flowers were picked from your garden, you didn't think much into it. The kids around the neighborhood liked to play hide and seek around your garden. You thought; it should be Thompson's girl, she likes flowers. It wasn't something that never happened before. You would simply plant new ones, it was no big deal, you could never get angry at children. But after some time, you started to realize the pattern. Every month on the same day, you found a handful of your daisies gone upon returning from your part-time job. Mrs. Thompson swore her daughter would never do such a thing without asking, and after the third time, you were sure somebody was stealing your flowers. Maybe it was that gruff man across the street that never got along with people. But you had a feeling if he had to do anything with your flowers, it would only be blowing them up. 

Peter always wondered whom the pretty flowers and house belong to. The post box just outside the garden said Y\L\N, and he had always imagined an old sweet woman lived in the white-painted house with a green door. And Peter hoped he didn't make the poor woman too sad with missing flowers. Boy, was he wrong. You weren't old, and you were furious and determined to find the person who stole your beautiful daisies. 

Your friends always wondered why you liked living in such an old neighborhood. The house was one of the few things your mother left you after she died, along with the considerable amount of money in your bank account. You could always sell the house, find an apartment downtown, so you can be closer to school that's what your friends told you every time you had them over. But you loved the house. You loved that the house held so many memories of your childhood, especially your garden. Even though your mother was a busy woman, she had always made time for you and her flowers. At the age of six, growing flowers with your mother quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. That week you did what everyone would do, changed your shift with Mary Jane to catch the flower thief. 

So, no, selling the house or letting strangers steal your lovely flowers was not one of the many choices. 

Now, Peter Parker was many things, but not a thief. Well, it depended on what you would call stealing. Surely picking a few flowers from a random garden couldn't count as stealing. And God knows he wouldn't do it if he weren't penniless. Trying to survive college and paying for an apartment didn't leave him much. The money The Daily Bugle paid was shit. He had been selling photos for the damn newspaper since high school, but it was no use, Peter had to find a job that paid more than The Daily Bugle. And there was no way he was going to ask Aunt May for money, even though she would be happy to give him some. But that was another day's concern, for now, the only thing he needed to do was be quick. Because he knew if you found out that it was him who was stealing, sorry picking, your flowers he sure wouldn't be able to swing away this time. 

Peter honestly felt guilty about your flowers, they were lovely. And he knew this was a safe neighborhood, so he had no way of paying you back with saving you. He had been visiting Gwen every month since her death. It was one of the few things he could keep up with after he graduated high school. Daisies were Gwen's favorite. Peter knew he could easily find another place to pick the flowers, but he believed that there was something magical about the garden. He felt so much love around the house. Maybe it was a silly thing, but Peter thought Gwen would have loved that garden. 

Y\N had been sitting on her porch, hiding behind the dark blue armchair, actually too anxious to face the flower thief. You felt childish after some time. It was just a few daisies, right? There was no need to act like a crazy woman. As you were getting ready to go back inside, you saw him. He had an average height, brown messy hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and an unbuttoned baby blue shirt with a greenish-brown jacket. Y\N's anger turned back the minute she saw him touch the flowers. 

"You, flower thief!" 

A moment before, Peter felt like his whole body was on edge as if bells were ringing in his brain. But he was already late to realize she had been waiting for him and there was no way to run, he wasn't wearing his suit. Where were the damn spider-senses when he needed them the most? So, he just stood there, speechless, his hand hanged above the daisies. She was pretty, as pretty as the flowers before him. Guilt heating his face, Peter couldn't help but stare at you with his eyes wide open like a dumbstruck idiot. He felt like his lunch was climbing its way back up. 

You were now, standing few steps away from him. "You've been stealing my flowers for months!" 

Peter held his hands up in defense. "Look, I can explain." 

Y\N put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. Your heart beating like crazy. Even though it was still bright and you were in the middle of a road, he was a man. A man taller and despite looking skinny, stronger than you. But you hold your face as still as you could.  

"Go on then." 

Peter couldn't find the words to explain. What was he going to say? Sorry, I thought my dead girlfriend would love your flowers so, I've been stealing them, I hope you don't try to kill me. No fucking way. His mouth opened and closed few times, making you sigh. You realized the boy wasn't going to give you any answer. He was probably taking them to his girlfriend or boyfriend. 

"Are they pretty?" you asked, dropping your hands. Peter, very confused, kept on staring at her. You rolled your eyes at how silly he was. "The person you're taking my flowers to." Something at the back of your mind hoped he would say they were for his mother. Now that you were closer you could see the sweet hazel color of his eyes. 

"Um-" His hand went up, scratching his neck. "She is." 

She was.

He shuffled through his pants pockets. "I have a photo-" 

"No." You stopped him. "I want to see if she is pretty enough for my daisies." 

"What?" Peter tried to grasp his head around the idea. 

"I want to see her and tell her that her boyfriend is a thief. C'mon." 

"I don't think-"  Peter was getting anxious, now. How was he supposed to tell you that her girlfriend was dead? 

"Of course you don't think." You started walking. "C'mon, now. Take the flowers." 

Peter didn't know what to do so he went with it. What could go wrong, right? 

"I'm sorry," Peter said after some time. "I have no excuse for what I did." 

His head hung low, watching his steps as he walked. He knew he would stutter if he looked at your face. Peter had a habit of getting tongue-tied around pretty girls. And, well, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Mind you, he wasn't even thinking about Gwen anymore, which made him feel kinda guilty. 

"It's okay." You had your hands in the pockets of your jacket. "My life's been boring lately. You were the only exciting thing, I guess." 

"I'm sure you have more exciting things than me." Peter still didn't look at you but you could see him smiling.

"It's Y\N, by the way." You kept your eyes on him. "If you wanted to know the name of a woman you constantly robbed."

He laughed. "Peter, Peter Parker." His eyes finally met yours. It was ridiculous, how easy it was to just look at his face and feel safe even though he was a stranger. His smile grew even more. It was almost contagious, his smile. He had something about him that made you wanted to scream and purr like a cat at the same time. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, he was making you weak at the knees. So, you pulled your eyes away from him. 

Pull yourself together, woman! He has a girlfriend.

You were too distracted to realize where was Peter taking you until you arrived. It was the same route you took whenever you felt like talking to your mother. Peter and you were standing just outside of the graveyard. Your head whipped around, turning to Peter. He had a soft smile on his face. 

"Peter, I-" 

"It's okay." 

"No, It's not okay." You took a deep breath, pressing your palms into your eyes. "I'm such a dick." 

"No, you were just mad at me." 

You slouched your shoulder, didn't know what to say. What would even one say in this situation?

"C'mon." Peter's warm hand was gently holding your arm, now. "Let's go see her." 

You didn't talk until you arrived at the tombstone. Peter put the flowers in front of it. 

"Daisies were her favorite." He had a sweet look on his face, he put his hands back into his pockets. 

"They were my mother's favorite, too." You murmured, but Peter could hear you perfectly. "I think that's why I overreacted you picking the flowers. I wasn't thinking." 

"Oh, It's not stealing anymore, then?" He teased. "It's okay, honestly. She would've liked you. You have that fire in you like you could make the world better just with a gesture of your hand. She liked that kind of people, that can light the room with their smile." 

"I think I would've liked her, too." You said, your eyes on the tombstone.

Gwen Stacy. 

Her name was familiar to you. You didn't know where, but you were sure you had heard before. Still, you didn't ask Peter anything, assumed he wouldn't be comfortable talking about it. You didn't say anything until you were out of the graveyard. You knew you would come back tomorrow to see your mother, but with Gwen on your mind. 

The more you looked at his face the more you could see him. Peter wore his heart on his sleeve, he was easy to read. "You blame yourself." You said, nodding your head slowly. You smiled after seeing the face he made. "It's okay, I know the feeling." 

"Your mother?"

"Yeah." 

Neither of you talked for a long time. Peter could tell you weren't ready to talk about it. He knew it wasn't easy to open up, especially to a stranger. It'd been years since he talked about Gwen, so, he knew the feeling, too. 

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was a message from Mary Jane.  "Just arrived home, you owe me." 

"That's it!" You exclaimed, remembering your talk with Mary Jane. "That's how I knew her name!" 

Peter, looking very confused, asked you. "What?" 

"Gwen, her name was very familiar." Pocketing your phone again. "I have a friend, Mary Jane, who went to the same high school with Gwen. I've seen her in the yearbook. That's where I recognized her name." 

"You know MJ?"

"Oh, yeah," you laughed. "We met in Brooklyn, probably four years ago. I think it was very late, some guy was trying to get her number even though she said no, like five times. And I hadn't had the best day of my life. So, I punched the guy and told him to leave her alone. We have been friends ever since."

Peter was amazed. He didn't know how much cooler you could get. 

"You know her, too?" 

"Yeah, We've been friends for a long time. My aunt kinda tried to set us up."  

You laughed. Peter and Mary Jane seemed like two opposite characters. You would never imagine them together. But again, maybe Peter's pretty face was affecting your judgment. You didn't know. He made your mind foggy. At last, you found yourselves at your front yard again. Your eyes wandered over the empty spots that daisies left. 

"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?" Peter was leaning against white fences that surrounded your garden. He had that sweet smile on his face again. "So I can pay you back for daisies."

You bit your lips to stop yourself from smiling so much. "Gwen was pretty enough for them. You can have some once a month when I'm not looking." Peter was feeling like you were about to turn him down. Both of you knew this wasn't really about the damn flowers. But again, Peter was every so often wrong about these kinds of things. "But you know, maybe not Saturdays. I'm usually free for a cup of coffee on Saturdays." Peter was ready to feed himself with only pasta for a week if it meant he would get to see you again. 

You could visibly see Peter's eyes liting up. "Just one cup?" 

You shrugged. "Tea is fine, too." 

"I didn't know MJ had friends like you." He said, intensely watching your every move. 

"Like me?" You were so sure something bad was coming, he was simply too good to be true.

"You know, this beautiful. If I had known, I would have visited her more."

"Wow, you are hiding a monster under that pretty face, don't you?"  

[the-fiction-witch]

You heard mama

MOVIE NANNY MCPHEE COUPLE SIMON X READER RATING SWEET

I sat on the garden bench looking out across the high trees, watching the kids run around the garden. I brought my ciggertte to my lips ever so often blowing the smoke across the sky. 

"Dinner!" I heard from inside 

"You heard mama come on kiddos" I told them all as they all started to put there toys and such away hurrying in the back door I put my ciggertte out and counted the kids in as they ran past me "five… six…. Seven… uuuhhh we are missing a child" I muttered as I counted "where's Mimi? MIMI! MINI honey!" I called getting up and heading towards the flower patch where Mimi tended to be whenever we can't find her, I peaked around the tree line seeing her say playing with the dasies "Mimi" 

"Papa!" She smiled jumping up and hugging my leg 

"Come on, mama's got dinner on" I told her so she happily ran off to the house, I followed heading in the back door and heading to the kitchen where the large table sat the children all sitting in there seats, the twins in there highchair already. I smiled giving the twins a lot cuddle as well as petting the hair and such of our other children I took my seat at the end of the table and smiled looking over to the stove hearing the sweet lovely humming the beautiful blue dress shaking back and forth as she hummed her tune. 

She turned fixing a stray bit of her hair that had fallen from her updo I couldn't help but smile seeing her face she came over putting the various bits for dinner onto the table as soon as she did the kids dug in grabbing spoonfuls of everything onto there plates, she smiled taking her seat between me and the twins.

"Hi Simon" she giggled as she noticed me staring rather then eating 

"Hello my darling" I smiled giving her hand a kiss "how is little tum?" I asked her squeezing her hand 

"Fine." She smiled "kicking away" she giggled

"We'll have to get these too out the high chair soon ready for there next little sister"

"Or you can get in your man shed and make us a new one"

"We'll see how we go" I smiled, giving her a kiss "I'll deal with these two, you eat properly" I told her she nods handing over there dinner plates "how long are we till little one comes?"

"A month or so"

"Ummmm that means your gonna be breast feeding again" I said as I fed the twins 

"Yes simon I will"

"Owww. But then papa can't play with mama's pretty breasts after bedtime" 

"Well papa can live with it. As papas the we are in this big mess again" she says

"Well… papa can't help when mamas so beautiful" 

"Thank you simon, but you can't keep using that excuse" 

"Yes I can" I winked "and your all gonna help mama out tonight with the dishes? Since shes tried with your little sister?"

"Yes papa!" They all called as they ate.