#day 1 DONE

[matrixsss]

Can we keep her? Pretty please?

A/N: So it is feb 1st and the start of the little challenge and I just came up with this today. It's not very long just a little under 600 words, but still at least I did something, so that is good! Also this is unedited so excuse any and every mistake pls. Summary: How Tamlin convinces his husband Lucien to add another pet to their ever-growing family. There is no such thing as having too many pets, is there?  

Tamlin had always had a knack for understanding all types of animals and insects, it is why most people that do know him, call him the High Lord of Animals instead of Spring. He never minded that title, it seemed far more fitting than that of Spring, since he left most of the paperwork for his loving husband to do. Lucien was always better with that, than he was. Even when he actually took his job as High lord of Spring seriously, he had Lucien help him with various correspondences.  

The ginger was always good with words and to be completely honest (by Tamlins’ standards) his handwriting was far more legible than Tamlins. His handwriting was, well in layman terms, a messy scribble of illegible words that only he himself understood. Which made replying to letters a time-consuming task, since he had to focus and take his time to write the words so that people would be able to read them.  

That was until he got married to his longtime lover, who gracefully took over the task of responding to letters and other important things from time to time when Tamlin got overwhelmed with his lordly duties. While Lucien was in charge, Tamlin had a habit of bringing various animals home with him. They all came willingly and stayed there enjoying being pampered by everyone around. So far their pets were 2 bears, 5 ducks, 3 hares, 5 raccoons and one lone fox. This does not count the high amount of horses they already have. 

The fox was brought home by Lucien and not Tamlin in one shocking turn of events, although most of their pets were brought home by none other than the blonde lord. He couldn’t help himself and neither could the animals when they saw him. So in conclusion the amount of pets they had this far was not all his fault, the animals wanted to be with him. That is how he excused the growing numbers of pets he brought home.  

The two lovers worked in tandem to make Spring work the way it was meant to, Tamlin could not do it alone and was ever so grateful for the help he got. Their rhythm was very simple, one week Lucien would take over the duties, the next week would be Tamlin. So far, they had no issues with this arrangement. As much as Lucien loved the little family they have built over the years, he does think the number of animals roaming around is far too much. Yet, whenever Tamlin came home from one of his many walks through the Spring forests with a new animal to add to their family, he could never make himself say no to the blonde.  

This time around, was no different. Lucien had finally taken a break from being hunched over the desk, a pen in hand, scribbling thousands of words. He walked outside stretching his arms above his head, cracking his spine. The fresh Spring air filled his lungs and he couldn’t help but smile. The ginger looked forward and was not surprised to see Tamlin walking towards him. A sigh escaped him, when the blonde neared, and he could see a tiny gray fluff ball nestled in his muscular arms.   

“Can we keep her? Pretty please?” Tamlin asked with a sheepish smile on his face, eyes sparkling with joy that the small bundle of fluff brought him, how could Lucien ever say no to that face?  

Tagging everyone that is participating in this challenge: @praetorqueenreyna @achaotichuman @chunkypossum @theshadowsingersraven

[ahollowgrave]

Envoy (noun): A representative; a diplomat; a messenger.   // the stranger to Sister pipeline.

Sister Kindness has the most enormous eyes you’ve ever seen. They are framed with dark lashes that crash against her chubby cheeks when she blinks. Their color is -- Very much green but dappled through with brown. They make you think of a creek bed and when she’s an idea there it is like the flash of a fish’s scales. 

They gleam, now.

As they regard you from across the old kitchen island. 

Sister Kindness is seated on a stool while her hands work, kneading dough. She always seems to be kneading, when you see her, with flour on her habit and egg in her hair. You watch a bit of yolk wobble.

She’s asking you something you should -- “-- we have a deal?”

You have been at the convent for a full moon. The last bit of Thanalan dirt has been scrubbed from behind your ears and you have broken every rule you’ve been given. 

And nothing has happened. You are so frustrated and impulse rules you, still. 

On a whim, you reach across the table and pinch a bit of the dough off. Sister Kindness only slows to let you and then resumes her work. Something inside you growls at the lack of punishment. The back of your teeth clench. 

You work the dough between your hands. Rolling it into a ball, flattening it, again and again. Sister Kindness sits in the quiet with you humming as she works. It is a nice sound, warm and rounded. Not once does she ask you for your answer. 

She only waits. Patient.

That creature stirs beneath your skin. You can feel your hackles rise. 

It all feels like such a trap.

But as you rifle through Sister Kindness’s proposal you can find no snares. You take on some of her chores and she lets you shelter in here -- she is offering you a hiding place. And first chance at anything that comes out of the oven.

(She is offering you more than this but you are a child and scared and unwise to the way of adults like these.)

(A hiding place is all well and good but you’ve little need to hide here. Here, you are safe.)

(But ‘Here’ is too big a space and you know not what to do with it.)

(It is a hand offered in friendship, this deal.)

Sister Kindness has turned from you so she can load the oven.

You watch the line of her broad shoulders.

There is no wariness in them. She trusts you enough despite your eager rule-breaking. (In truth: because of.)

It is enough. “Deal.”

[slormp]

Loved one got top surgery yesterday so I made this for him but I think y’all would appreciate it too

[hinamie]

this is an ideal illusion .

[aofikofi]

ig story reqs pt 1

(pt 2)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[asexualasshat]

Excerpt from my new Steddie wip

Read full fic here

“Since you’re Grammy nominated artists now, I think We all know that’s going to open you up to a lot more people. Any celebrity crushes you’re hoping to meet?”

The guys all shot pointed looks at Eddie, Jeff being the first to say “Eddie has a huge crush on this one NHL goalie.”

Eddie felt his face slide into a pleased grin as he nodded. “Steve Harrington. Toronto Maple Leafs.”

The interviewers eyebrow crooked. “Oh yeah? You a big hockey fan.”

His mouth opened but Gareth beat him to it “No, you don’t understand. He had never watched a full game before this in his whole life. The only things he knows about hockey is what has to do with Steve.”

“Eddie, what’s a breakaway?” Jeff asks

Eddie shrugged. “No clue, dude.” Genuinely having no ideas what that meant.

“How many shutouts did Steve have last season?”

With no hesitation, “Five.”

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[ningadudexx]

1...!!!! 2....!!!! ......!!!!! what comes after.... 2!!!!!! .....!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

save me mid-century pulp romance illustrations...save me... I liked the pose on Walter Skor's illustration for The Dear Friends and i thought that a composition with "friends" right there was fitting for buddie

[parksrway]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHEIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this au has been ruining my life for 4 years now

[rokketeer]

Another throwback for another birthday

[sunny-knight]

CARDS

DAY 4

my favorite dysfunctional woke family…

[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

[dollyknight]

It’s her month