#me when!! joyful summertime ...

[wormstarrcat]

been listening to this song a lot recently ... #weezer

[sammywritesfics]

Summertime Sadness Part Two

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3k Part three? Summary: You did the one thing you both promise not to repeat. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so good? Only when Quinn gets in his head, you realize how attached he really was. Warnings: fingering, clit rubbing, angst, fluff, smut. Masterlist: here. Part one.

Can you tell I’m bad at writing smut? Lmao

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Present. 

It was early morning when Jack burst through your door. You groaned as his joyful voice broke the soft silence. 

“Wake up, we’re going swimming!” Jack said, despite the eagerness in his voice. His touch on your shoulder was gentle. You groaned and smacked his arm. It wasn’t his fault you weren’t grumpy. 

You loved going swimming with Jack in the morning. The problem was that your vibrator had lost its battery last night. Right in the nice spot of being so incredibly close that it hurt. You ended up tossing it onto the carpet in frustration. It was going to be hard sneaking out to buy new batteries without Jack asking what they were for. And you already had a plan in mind, it wasn’t the first time you had asked Quinn for a favor.

Usually, it was sending him out to her with your favorite alcoholic drinks. You let Jack pull you out of bed, “I’ll be there, let me change. Go grab Trevor or something..” you grumbled as Jack let out a noise of triumph. He made his way downstairs to Trevor’s room. 

You made your way to Quinn’s room quietly, you hadn’t smelt anything from the kitchen. So it was the rare morning Quinn could actually sleep in late. You softly knocked on his door, and after a few moments, his feet padded across the room. He opened the door slightly before tugging it open fully upon seeing your shy smile. 

“Thought you were Jack..” he grumbled adjusting the towel that hugged his hips. His long hair dropped water down his chest. 

“Can you go to the store for me? Jacky is insisting I join him and Trevor for a swim,” you said softly, meeting his eyes. It was hard to focus with his bare chest right in your eye line. 

“What do you need?” He asked without a fight, he would drive to the market across town if it meant seeing your relieved smile. You lowered your voice, redness creeping up your neck. 

“Some batteries?” You asked quietly. Quinn’s eyes snapped to your face upon your shy tone. He stared at you for a few moments, “we have batteries in the kitchen?” He said, tilting his head. 

You huffed, “I know, but they are double AA. I need triple AAA..” you whined, shifting closer to him. 

“We don’t have any?” He asked, you cut him off. “Quinn! I know what we don’t have..” you practically snarled at him. “And you can’t wait?” he raised a brow walking into his room. You followed him, closing the door behind you. You knew this was his way of asking why you needed them so badly. 

“Quintin, my vibrator is dead and I'm this close to strangling someone” You snapped suddenly. Quinn’s whole back snapped up straight. He paused from where he was reaching for his shirt to stare at you. 

After a few steady and forced breaths Quinn turned to you before pulling his shirt on. “Thought you were a good girl. Good girls wait..” He said as a firmer look crossed his face. Though his eyes betrayed him a soft, shy look gave way. He was testing the line, seeing if he could get to you so easily after a few years of pretending you hadn’t blown his world apart. 

You nodded to him, looking at the bed next to you. “I am” though the slight whine in your voice let him know you really weren’t in a mood to be toyed with. Quinn sighed and reached for his nightstand. He grabbed his wallet and glanced at you once more. 

“I’ll be back soon.” he placed a hesitant kiss on your forehead. Quinn had a way of riding the line between friends and something more. But he had to keep in mind what you made him promise. 

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Three years ago. 

It was early morning, and the moon was still shining across Quinn’s back from the window. You lifted your head to see Quinn fast asleep. You couldn’t stay, Jack would go into your room to find you today. And when he saw you weren’t there, he would be livid. 

When you were a teenager, Jack made it clear to his brothers and some friends. That you were off the table, he once even hit Trevor in the face for checking you out. Jack did not mess about with his best friend. And it never was a problem. 

Until Quinn grew up and got hot. He was always the cute older brother. But one summer he grew into his stoic face, making your head spin as you chased after him. 

You moved to unloop yourself from Quinn’s arms, but he tugged you back into his side. “Don’t go.” He softly pleaded, afraid that if you did. It would go back to normal. You would be around Jack, and Quinn was forced to take long showers again just to be able to be around you in your swimsuits. 

“Jack will find us soon,” You said stroking your knuckles against his cheek as he sat up. “Jack drank half the lake in booze, he won’t be up” but it was what he didn't say that made you soften. It was ‘you can stay, if you want?’ that you read from between the lines. 

“You have to promise me you won’t tell Jack. I cannot lose him, Quinny” You spoke sweetly into his ear as you settled back down next to him. 

“I promise…” Quinn mumbled as his hand slid back down your stomach to your waistband. “Quinn..” You gasped, eyes shutting as he lay beside you. 

“Right here, sweet girl.” he cooed to you. 

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Present. 

Trevor had taken it upon himself to break the rules. Specifically when it came to you being off-limits. He had been running around to make your favorite drink, even if just to get Jack to glare at him. 

But beyond the playful flirting, you could see a man testing if you were interested. It wasn’t that Trevor was rude, or could be too flirting if he was grumpy. He was an attractive man, but for some reason, you couldn’t get Quinn in your mind. 

Jack turned to you from the lake as you settled on the grass. “So you and Luke were cozy last night..” he started gauging your reaction. 

You lifted your head from your book, “Jacky, are you accusing me of something?” you asked him with narrowed eyes. 

“Better Luke than Trevor..” Jack grumbled swimming over and climbing on the dock near you. 

“What happened to the no siblings and friends rule?” You asked Jack who dangled his wet hair over you, causing water to drip on your book. 

Jack slid down on your towel to lay on his back. “That was because I was afraid you liked Quinn. And my brother had the dumbest crush on you” Jack watched as you shifted in your seat. 

He raised an eyebrow, “What? Like you didn’t know..” he said before pausing. 

You stared at him with flushed cheeks, “What?”. Jack stared at you with mild horror. 

“No, I will not tolerate you like my brother. Plus Quinn is already off the market” Jack said, sipping your drink. He missed how to freeze in place, no one had said anything to you about that. 

Trying to keep your voice steady you turned to Jack once more. “Quinn has a girlfriend?” you tried to keep the disappointment from your face. 

You would never in a million years ask Quinn to get you batteries, especially for such an intimate reason if you knew. 

Jack shrugged, “Who knows, but he told us to stop trying to set him up. Said he had someone worth waiting for back home”. You frowned as Jack handed you back your drink. 

You lived in the same apartment complex as Quinn, not once had he ever mentioned another girl to you. And Quinn was not the kind of guy to have a roster. That you were confident with. 

--

A few hours later when Quinn walked into your room with a small bag. He saw you scrolling on Trevor's Instagram. You didn’t even question if he had told anyone where he was going. Quinn kept your secrets and you kept his. 

Quinn settled onto your bed, “Shopping for a downgrade?” He grumbled, not hiding the jealousy from his tone. You turned your head to look at him. 

“Jacky said you've turned me in for a replacement.” You mumbled turning to your phone. Quinn's hand shot out the shove of your phone out of your hands. 

“What exactly did my dumbass brother say?” Quinn said moving to rest a hand on your ass. 

“Said you were waiting for some girl back home.” You huffed, it's not like he was yours. But you were so his. 

Quinn sighed deeply, he looked so incredibly relieved. “What?” You asked, laughing a bit to hide your nerves. Quinn slipped his hand under your waistband, letting the flesh of his hand dig into your soft ass. 

“You had me scared, baby.” He said rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Quinn pulled you so that your back hit the mattress. 

Quinn slotted his knee between your legs, “Told Jack that so he’d stop setting me up with random women. Told him I only want one woman..” He said nipping your neck. 

“And that's me?” You huffed irrationally jealous. Quinn smirked before grabbing the bag. “You're right, you did need these. You're being awfully mouthy today” Quinn broke the plastic casing apart. 

You went to grab your toy when Quinn snapped his hand at you. “Stop it, and stay put,” he said in a tone that could only be described as a Captain's voice. 

Snapping your legs shut, you nodded and watched as Quinn stood up. He took your toy and glanced back at you, “Kinda small, isn't it?” he teased.

You scoffed but shut up when Quinn shot you a look. “It’s for the external, not really meant to be inside..” You said watching him turn the toy on. 

Quinn smirked at you, “I know what a bullet vibrator is” He said tossing it to you. 

You quirked a brow at him, Quinn clicked his neck to the side. He took in a sharp breath, “You're so lucky I have to go distract my brothers.” 

He stared at you as your hands slipped down your pants. Quinn had to reach down, adjusting his pants for a few moments before you shot him a look. Quinn groaned, “Fine, fine. Enjoy yourself” he kissed your cheek. Before he left, he whispered into your hair.

“I want nobody but you. Even if Jack tries to kick my ass” he said, patting your hand further onto your cunt. Quinn heard you let out a quiet gasp, he groaned into your stomach before getting up to lock the door. 

“Thought you had places to be?” You taunted, turning off the vibrator. Quinn stalked closer to you, eyes scanning over your face. You could see his kindness slip from his face as he wore a dark look. But you never felt safer under those brown eyes. 

Quinn settled on the bed, gently tugging at your shorts. “This okay Princess?” Quinn asked, watching you shove your panties down your legs. You nodded, tugging him up to you. Quinn let you wrap your arms around his neck. 

His voice slipped back into that gentle tone you loved, “I’m gonna need words baby” he rubbed your lower stomach. 

“God, Quinn please…” You groaned, rocking your hips into his growing tent. Quinn’s head dropped to your forehead, letting out a deep groan. “Baby, this is so you can sleep tonight,” he mumbled, dropping his lips to your stomach. 

You whimpered when his thumb brushed over the flesh of your cunt, avoiding your inner lips. “Quintin..” You hissed, bucking into his hands. 

Quinn’s eyes narrowed at you, “What are you ovulating? I have barely touched- shirt off…” he grumbled the command when you reached to brush your clothed nipple. 

You shoved your shirt over your head, and Quinn slipped the bikini top off as well. He pulled back to gaze at you. You wanted to shrink back a bit, but Quinn’s eyes softened. 

He dropped his gaze to your cunt, “rub those nipples for me, slowly” he added. Quinn brushed a thumb over your clit moving in soft circles. He did so until your breathing sharpened a little bit until your hands started to shake as you pinched your nipples. 

Quinn let out a soft sigh as if he was holding a breath. “Please, Quinn.” You whined trying to pull him up for a kiss. Quinn shook his head, nipping and kissing at the skin of your inner thighs. He continued down to your knee before patting at your cunt again, causing you to jerk. 

“Quinn, if I don’t get you in me..” he cut you off by kissing your lips. “Gotta prep you, unless you’ve had someone else..” Quinn stared at you before tilting his head away. As if scolding himself, “I mean you're allowed to, I'm not trying to shame you-” you kissed him instead. 

“God, Quinn shut up” you tried to silence his worries. Quinn pressed a finger slowly inside of you, it helped with how aroused you were that he didn’t need to prep you much. Though it was one of his favorite parts. 

You let out a loud moan, and one Quinn had to slap a hand over his mouth. He wasn’t possessive. But if Trevor even got a glimpse of your moan, he’d drop his gloves. Metaphorically of course. 

Quinn kept scissoring you, opening you up for him. He added another finger when you clawed at his scalp. Your hips jerked up, into his hand. Quinn pulled away causing you to cry out. 

“Pretty girl, I’m not going anywhere..” Quinn promised, before tugging down his shorts. Quinn kept his shirt on, freeing himself from his boxers. He gave himself a few tugs, because even after fingering you. He needed to prep himself. 

You moved your hands down your stomach, and Quinn made a hissing sound. You withdrew them as the bed dipped. 

Quinn settled over you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Pretty girl..” he cooed, kissing your neck until he found a soft spot that made your back arch into his chest. 

“Quinn!” You gasped, and Quinn paused for a moment. “Do you have a” he stopped when he saw how you giggled. You rolled your eyes, “Really, thought you were always prepared?” you teased. Quinn gave himself a few strokes, “Baby please..” he whined. You got up and tossed him a condom before moving under him once more. 

Quinn smiled, rolling it on before speaking. “You can always back out..” He remembered pecking your lips. “I know, Quinny,” You said, angling your hips up. 

Quinn held himself in his hand, slowly pushing his tip into your cunt. You were wet and warm. He had to take a breath not to finish so quickly. 

He listened to your breathing, watching when you'd relax back into the mattress to know when to push in more. Quinn slowly stretched you around his cock, never breaking eye contact. 

“Quinn-” you were cut off when he slammed himself to the hilt. His eyes snapped from your eyes to scan your face. Quinn was startled when you stopped moaning, he feared he had hurt you. 

Your mouth was open, softly parted lips as he slowly started to move. Your hands scraped down his scalp as he met your hips slowly. 

“I’m not gonna break..” You said softly, catching his eyes. Quinn moved his face to hide in your hair. He daggered into you with a pace of need. Need to connect with you, to feel you, to let himself love you even for a moment. 

You tried to warn him that if he kept going you’d cum far too quickly. You twitched around him. Making Quinn fuck into you softer but faster. You came before him, he used the few seconds before you’d become overstimulated to chase his own release. 

Quinn gripped your head as he adjusted his position, as he came he tucked himself into your ear. “I love you” He whispered, slumping against you. He could feel how tensed up under him. 

When Quinn pulled back he saw the shock on your face, and before you could form words. He was dressed and out of the room. You stared at the ceiling, what the fuck was that? 

You should’ve gone after him, but you were thoroughly fucked out. You had a hard time going to the bathroom to clean yourself. Quinn hadn’t even had time to tie off his condom. You quicked the trash can under your desk. How the fuck do I fix this? Was lingering as you walked downstairs.

[thetxtdevil]

Ok hear me out, festival yeonjun taking his significant other and being so dang horny cause she dressed cute & couldn't wait for it to be over so they have a quickie in one of the tents he rented 🥴 I'm in deep with this man.

I hear you, and it sounds like summertime is in the air~

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Bright color tents matching the brightness of the sun. Bells chiming as a sign of winners, sounds of laughter and joyful screaming. You were with your boyfriend, Yeonjun, when someone bombarded you to play their tent game. Reluctant at first, you observe the game and saw the possible prize, the cutest plush fox. You nod at the game host, given darts you throw them at the balloons. Yeonjun watches you throw horribly at the balloons he laughed, but couldn't help but to check you out. He focuses on you biting your lip in concentration, then down to your tight pink crop-tank, down to your flared jean skirt.

You pout at your loss, winning a tiny monkey keychain. Yeonjun laughs again and gives the host another dollar to play. This time he presses his body against yours, letting you pick up the dart, he leads your arm to aim at a balloon. Your hot body felt nice against his, and once you won your fox plushie, Yeonjun had one thing in his mind.

Continuing your journey through the festival, you get a whiff of funnel cake. Looking for the source, you see the booth automatically running and dragging your boyfriend with you. Yeonjun says he's going to find a table, while you wait for your plate. Once a plate full of fried dough and whipped cream is ready, Yeonjun leads you to a tent with one table.

"Oh,,, this is very nice" you smirk as you sit down, "now open wide."

You dig into the dessert shoving it into his face, then you do it again this time leading it into your mouth. The bite was too big, whipped cream was sticking out of your mouth. You were giggling innocently until Yeonjun licks it off your lips. Widening your eyes, you weren't in the mood until you saw his lustful gaze. Realizing the environment, the tent was quiet and dark, looking back at the man you forget the fork and cup his face to your lips.

Yeonjun's hands immediately on your waist deepening the kiss. However, the sitting position was getting uncomfortable, Yeonjun disconnects from you "Get on the table, baby." Pushing the dessert to the side, you slide your bottom on the surface. The man slots himself in between your legs, back to making out, licking up the remnants of the fried dessert. Both of you grinding into each other like horny teenagers, it wasn't long until you felt the man's hard dick brush against you.

Thankful that you chose to wear a skirt for the occasion, Yeonjun simply flips the flared material up. Palming your delicate center before discarding your panties with the discarded dessert. Yeonjun was ramming so hard into you, the table started to move. Biting your lip trying to keep quiet, but it didn't matter. The festival was at peak hours too loud to notice what type of activity that was happening in the tent.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

[journey-to-balance]

The Beauty of an Ordinary Life.

There is always beauty to be found in a normal ordinary life, but it is more obvious to me than ever in sweet summertime.

I was reflecting yesterday morning on something our family used to do when the children were little; we traveled to different states throughout the United States. The summer road trips were educational, beautiful, and fun, but in many ways, nothing really compared to ordinary life at home for me.

One thing I did love about getting out and exploring, was drawing inspiration from the surrounding landscapes. I remember taking an untold amount of photos of gardens everywhere. They were just so magical. I would daydream about recreating something like that at home someday, to have the ability to make wild arrangements with blooms cut from my own garden.

Today, one aspect of my ordinary life that I certainly don't ever want to take for granted is my pollinator garden. It isn't fancy, and it isn't always well tended to, but I know I simply couldn't fully enjoy it if I weren't spending these long, ordinary summer days at home.

What's more, some of the most enjoyable ordinary aspects of daily living such as a freshly cleaned kitchen, a sudsy bath before bedtime on a 95+ degree day, or sinking into the softness of a comfortable pillow, can be done whether you have your dream home or don't, and whether you have your dream income or don't - simple pleasures are available for everyone to enjoy.

Sometimes I think we're so overstimulated that our brains need no more than the daily simple gifts that God wired us to take pleasure in.

We planted a lot of tomato seeds this year. It's one of my favorite staples to plant, because they're some phenomenal varieties, they crowd out the weeds easily, and I can't think of a day when I don't use them in a meal. Harvesting them in huge quantities feels incredibly abundant.

Of course, I've had periods throughout my life when I haven't been so inspired by homemaking. Maybe I lost my momentum, or my rhythm. Maybe I was physically exhausted or ill, you know, on those days when I simply had to power through.

The homemaking, the ordinary aspects of life that we all have to do, like cleaning up multiple times a day, taking care of the laundry multiple times a week, getting food on the table, all feel like struggle when I am not able to have moments of beauty. For it is beauty that allows me to find the motivation to embrace all of what makes daily existence difficult.

For me, when I'm feeling down, disappointed by something or someone, and maybe not very inspired, something as simple as making a fancier breakfast, something that I've put some extra effort into, can make a difference in my day. Playing soft piano music while cooking, or even lighting a candle can be a game-changer in shifting my perspective regarding my day.

Without question, one of the most tangible, most constant ways to enjoy an ordinary life is by enjoying special food. In fact, If I've learned anything from my experiences traveling abroad over the years is how beautifully some cultures spend time creating wonderful meals, and lingering around them as they engage in conversation.

Somewhere along my career driven trajectory, at least in my little world, I hoped to divorce myself from the rushed, loud, hedonistic and chaotic path I'd followed for so long. But, that's a story for another time.

What I mean to say is, there's no end to what you can be inspired by in your home. Whether it's creating a new garden, trying your hand at baking something new, renovating or reviving a project, spending an evening reading, painting, drawing or writing like me, there's plenty of ways to enjoy these long ordinary summer days at home.

Friends, let those of us who have the privilege of living an ordinary life, especially when we consider that there are countless who have tumultuous, tragic, insecure lives, never take it for granted.

Thanks for reading these ordinary, but joyful words with me. May you find moments to enjoy, relish and savor. Maritza

[the-penguinspy]

3, 5 , 9 & 30 for the music asks 🐧🥰🫵

3. A song that reminds you of summertime

cool for the summer by demi lovato!!! the first time i listened to the song was in the winter BUT the youtube video that i searched up to listen to it had demi lovato and a whole bunch of people at her house or smth having a pool party, so every time that song comes up i think of the pool party and how everyone's having a blast. and that's a summer vibe if any B)

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

let's dance to joy division by the wombats!!!! it's loud it's FAST there's almost NO BREAKS between words i'm ALWAYS out of breath singing everything and yelling the words and when it comes on i HAVE to turn up the volume every time!!! it's exhilarating and joyful and at the end of the track, the band members have a little laugh because they're having so much fun and it's almost like we are all friends and singing the song together at the same time 🥰

8. A song about drugs or alcohol

oooh i'm torn between tik tok by ke$ha and royals by lorde. both are party songs (songs about partying?) but with very different vibes and i love them both 😌

(more points for royals because the album is called...pure heroine...hehe... get it? well . i myself only just got it recently)

30. A song that reminds you of yourself

young pilgrims by the shins. listened to it at a heart-achy though hopeful moment when i was younger, and the song always brings me back to myself at that moment in time, the kid i was. i remember listening to the song for the first time and not really liking it that much actually - the twang of the guitar was a bit weird to my ears and it didn't really follow the pop formula of "choose four chords and stick with it" that i was oh-so-familiar with, and also i found it hard to sing so i was actually kind of "ehh" towards it LMAO. and then i listened to it like two more times and fell in love :) i still can't really sing it well. it's one of my favourite songs to date.

edit: ok i just realized that 9 was asked for and not 8 im so sorry im a fool and im honking!!! 😭😭😭anyway:

9. A song that makes you happy

cloud 9 by beach bunny!!! just a really upbeat and cheerful song in general and it lifts my spirits whenever it comes on :) equally as good is the version that features tegan and sara where they sound so cute, and also the pronouns change every chorus 🥰

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 14, 2023

Lyrics:

Endless summer

Lost love, now it's back again

I've been right here waiting

One touch and somethings in the air

Got my heartbeat racing

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

No time for regrets

No time for sleep, yeah

Not fucking leaving

When your with me, yeah

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

Hands up, raise them to the sky

'Cause I got you by my side

It's all love every single time (single time)

And it takes me higher

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

No time for regrets

No time for sleep, yeah

Not fucking leaving

When your with me, yeah

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

Ohh-whoa

I got that feeling again

Rain, rain go away

Summer's here to stay

Cheers to better days (endless summer)

Rain, rain go away

Summer's here to stay

Cheers to better days

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

I got that feeling again

Like it's an endless summer

Songwriter:

No time for regrets

No time for sleep, yeah

Not fucking leaving

When your with me, yeah

I got that feeling again (that feeling again)

Like it's an endless summer

Ruth Anne Cunningham / Mats Lie Skare / Alan Walker / Gunnar Greve / Fredrik Borch Olsen / Zak David Zilesnick / Marcus Arnbekk / Ollie Green / Oliver John Marland

SongFacts:

Get ready to witness the remarkable collaboration between Norwegian multi-platinum artist Alan Walker and British singer-songwriter Zak Abel for their latest single, “Endless Summer.” The vibrant dance-pop track embodies the carefree and blissful essence of the season, with rich, organic melodies that seamlessly blend into a euphoric chorus accompanied by groovy bass-lines and subtle percussion.

Zak Abel’s soaring vocals perfectly complement the positive and hopeful message of the song. Already generating over 1.5 million impressions on socials, “Endless Summer” promises to be a staple for unforgettable moments with loved ones this summer. With Walker’s impressive track record and Abel’s rising star power, this collaboration is an absolute gem in their forthcoming careers.

Speaking on the track, Walker explains “”Like most people, I’m always looking forward to summertime. It’s the most exciting and blissful season, and it’s the best launchpad for joyful moments with family and friends while I’m on the road. It was these bright moments that inspired me to create a song that captured the buzzing mood into an everlasting summer soundtrack, and Zak Abel’s talent brought it to life in a way only he could do.” 

[liyaheva]

Liyah's poster

For this poster, I decided to make a poster for a summer event that is very popular amongst young adults. Since I am Caribbean, it also made sense for me to create something related to that. I really wanted to create a poster that is pretty enough to hang on my wall and that I could be proud of. When I think about a summer event I think about colors that catch the eye of the people that might pass by the poster. For the background, I used a tan rectangle because of one of the posters that I was inspired by. I then added some pink and yellow shapes that added some brightness to the poster and really stuck to the themes and color of the festival. I wanted to add some aspects of the Caribbean culture by using the painting style of the painters of the islands. I found a picture that I liked and went to photoshop to remove the background of the picture. After removing the background, I copied the picture onto the poster. For the title, i wanted to use a font that was somewhat bubbly, a font that would make the letters rounder. To find my desired font, i went to a site called “Dafont”, which is a site with multiple fonts that my high school teacher showed to our class; after finding the desired font, I exported the font and was then able to use it on Adobe Illustrator. I wrote the title and the information about the festival with the font, and it added that touch of joyful summertime that I was searching for. I wanted to add the flags from all the Caribbean countries and to do so I found a picture on google, I exported the picture to photoshop and I used the tool to remove the background and the eraser. I added the flags in the corner to make it look a little bit like a logo. After adding all these elements, I felt like my poster was missing the carnival aspect of the festival and to fix that I used wings that I found on google to add on the back of the girl. I thought that there was too much pink and to make the wings stand out more, I changed the pink shape from the background to white. To finish the poster, a rectangle with the same color from the background was placed at the bottom of the poster behind the information about the festival.  

[newsworld-nw]

Jonathan Scott reveals what his and Zooey Deschanel's marriage will look like after his first wife 'forbids'

Jonathan Scott Getting married goes to be his dream wedding ceremony Three political girls in MahabharataOne thing he could not do the primary time. Throughout an interviewYou made it bizarre with Pete Holmes Podcast, star of HGTV Property Brothers, lately shared some thrilling insights on his upcoming wedding ceremony with the actress. The movie star couple, identified for his or her harmonious relationship and respect for one another's needs, appear to be on the identical web page relating to their wedding ceremony day selections.Jonathan, 45, started by reminiscing about his first marriage to Kelsey Woolley, which occurred in 2007 and ended two years later. The Canadian TV character expressed his disappointment at not with the ability to embrace bagpipes within the ceremony. "That ought to have been a pink flag for me, however I am Scottish. I am happy with my Scottish heritage," he defined, including that his ex-wife banned bagpipes on the wedding ceremony, though they selected an outside setting by a picturesque lake. . "I understand it is loud in a church or one thing, however we have been out on the lake," he mused.Pete Holmes/YouTubeNonetheless, with Zooey, 43, Jonathan's love of bagpipes is a non-issue. "Zooey and I talked about issues we needed to do," he mentioned. "He is aware of the issues which might be necessary to me, the issues that damage me. I've had different relationships the place the particular person did the identical factor that damage me in a earlier relationship. They knew this occurred in a earlier life, they usually nonetheless do it."Scott emphasizes the great thing about discovering a associate who understands your sensibilities and vows to not repeat previous errors. This sentiment signifies the power of their relationship and their dedication to make their upcoming wedding ceremony an unforgettable and distinctive expertise.Jonathan additional revealed his extraordinary proposal to Zooey, which Held in August At Edinburgh Fort. "I proposed at Edinburgh Fort, I arrange a pipe band... we cleared the citadel. We have been the one individuals there," Scott recalled, describing the heartwarming second. Zooey's two youngsters performed necessary roles within the proposal, holding a banner that learn, "Zooey, will you marry me?" The new lady The star and the property brother took to Instagram to share their joyful information with the world, writing, "Endlessly begins now!!!"Within the engagement selfie, Zooey and Jonathan smile and maintain one another shut as she reveals off her ring. Jonathan and Zooey first met in the course of the filming of an episode of Apple TV+ in the summertime of 2019. Carpool Karaoke In addition to their siblings, Emily Deschanel and Drew Scott. "It was my go-to with my boyfriend Jonathan. It is so candy," Zooey mentioned whereas watching. Carpool Karaoke Clip. "How many individuals can say they've met their associate -- full, like, first assembly on video? I do not assume many can say that -- with our siblings current. Not many individuals!"Ever since their TV meet-cute, Zooey and Jonathan have been seemingly inseparable and have shared glimpses of their relationship by way of social media."It is true," Zooey responded whereas saying that love finds you once you least count on it. "It was actually value it."Zooey shares two youngsters -- 6-year-old son Charlie and 8-year-old daughter Elsie -- together with her ex-husband Jacob Pechenik. "The children' dad is a good dad. We now have an incredible relationship there, too," Jonathan mentioned on the time. "I adore it when the youngsters draw. They draw mother, dad, and Jonathan. It is actually candy."Associated Content material: #Jonathan #Scott #reveals #Zooey #Deschanels #marriage #spouse #forbids Read the full article

[justaleksey]

So recently I've stumbled upon these guys on youtube, team summertime, and I really enjoy their series "Minecraft noobs react to blank".

The pure confusion and joy on their faces after seeing Dream's clutches, Grian's patterns, Mumbo's redstone and Scar's builds is something that helps me realize just how beautiful, wonderful and mindbreaking it all is, it's like I myself experienced all these things for a first time, like I've felt my fascination shared, doubled and refreshed.

So in their video about Scar they've dug a bit into his history, his channel, and found out that he started by playing Call of Duty, and looks like it's the game they love and know and respect, so they said like, "Scar, if you're watching this, hit us up, we'll be super glad to play" (also I loved the way the were vibing to Super-Fast Build Mode). And later he commented on their video saying that he would be glad to play anytime, tst noticed it, pinned the comment and all.

And I thought it was really sweet and cool.

But then I thought of the line on of them said in the video.

"Scar, we won't swear for a whole day, if that means we could play together" (or something like that)

And I thought oh fuck

This could very much happen

The threat is imminent

And when they actually meet

And they get in a discord call

And they start the game

And they play a couple rounds

And they have a nice conversation

And the guys say "oh man your builds are really something we really liked the jungle trees and the wagons and the giant drill..."

And the Scar says in his joyful and innocent voice "oh so you've seen my big dig!"

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And the heavens will fall and the hell will break loose

[scribhneoirtuirseach]

In The Summertime

a song-titled/inspired Welcome Home one shot (also on AO3)

featuring: Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Poppy Partridge, Howdy Pillar, Home

wordcount: 726

my other WH fics!

It's yet another sunny day in the Neighborhood, and the warm weather has brought some plans to Barnaby's mind!

"You look like a neighbor on a mission!" Julie remarks when he passes her path, deciding with a hop, skip, and a jump to join him. "What are you doing, pal?"

"I'd like to spend the day at the beach!" Barnaby answers, shifting his sun umbrella and folded chairs under his arm. The rainbow monster beside him squeals with excitement. "I'm going to check on Wally to see if he'll come too, he's been in Home for a long while now."

"You're right…" Julie hums thoughtfully. Why, she can't quite remember the last time the three of them spent a day together. It's been far too long, she decides, making it her own mission to get Wally out of Home. "I'll run ahead and ask him!"

With that, Barnaby is well and truly left in the dust.

"I'm sleeping," Wally announces from his bed for the umpteenth time this morning, staring up to the ceiling. "I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping…"

A sudden bout of loud knocking on Home's front door, makes him blink, sit up. Does knocking hurt home?

Watching the door open up, Julie does her darnedest not to seem too perplexed by the sight of the Wally she's met with. Still in his pyjamas, hair a mess… He's certainly looked better. But like a good neighbor, she keeps these thoughts to herself.

"Barnaby's coming to ask you to the beach, Wally." She informs cheerily, hands held behind her back.

"Oh," Now, there's a thought! That… is very quickly interrupted by a faint whistling somewhere further in Home. "I don't think I can come, Julie. Sick. Cough, ahem." Yes, he literally says the word 'cough', professional deceiver over here.

Julie isn't buying it, eyes narrowing as she tilts her head, foot tapping impatiently. Have her horns always been so sharp and pointy? "Your best buddy went out of his way to ask you in person," Her words indicate patience but her tone… doesn't. Wally's head hurts. "You're going to the beach."

Even Home stills and silences with this shift in energy.

"Oh dear, I wouldn't want to be a bad neighbor to my best friend…" Wally stresses, looking over his shoulder. Home will have to forgive his absence today; He has been neglecting his friends as of late, hasn't he? "Maybe the fresh air will help me! With my, cough, sickness."

"That's the spirit!" Julie cheers, hands thrown up in celebration before she drags Wally into a hug. "You get ready and I'll wrangle up the others, we're going to have a great day!"

In what feels like the blink of an eye, Wally finds himself knelt in the sand and in the middle of making little towers of wet sand.

Grimacing just a touch at the texture, much too strange and gritty, he's quick to rinse off his hands in the small hole of water he finds beside himself— Did he make that too?

"I don't feel better." He announces to the water, before looking around to find— Yes, every neighbor going about their own activities, Home visible in the distance. Watching.

From under his umbrella, Frank glances over. Frowning, as usual, but an undoubtedly concerned furrow in his brow.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Poppy coos from behind Wally, long neck extending down to meet his much shorter height.

"Hometime." Wally swallows, arms raising in request of uppies— Swiftly finding him bundled up in gentle feathered wings. "Losing time."

Bumbling over, Barnaby rests a paw on his friends forehead. "He does feel warm."

"It's a warm day." There's Howdy, fanning himself off. A much easier task to accomplish with so many hands, of course. "Maybe he needs a drink!"

Shaking his head, Wally covers his ears and shuts his eyes tight. "Home." And that way he stays, until he feels a sensation of relief washing over him.

When he opens his eyes again, he does indeed find himself home, not another neighbour in sight. More time lost, more unexplainable changes, but he still feels better. That's all he can focus on right now.

"Back to bed, I think. Maybe I wasn't acting after all about being sick," Wally muses to himself and to Home, grasp unsteady on the railing as he heads up stairs. "Ha, ha, ha."

[incorrect-in-other-lands-quotes]

New Spin-off Short Story set in “In Other Lands”

1. The News!

I have written a short story set in the world of In Other Lands! Tears Waiting To Be Diamonds introduces us to dwarven Prince Mark, who has the worst day of his life when his father’s subterranean kingdom is usurped and he’s sent up to (shudder) the disgusting surface world, where he hopes for allies and is thoroughly unimpressed to find an arsonist, a murderer, his part-human cousin and the young man referred to by the western fortresses as the Redheaded Trouble…

If you haven’t read In Other Lands, this story works as a standalone about a prince and the terrible people he meets in exile. But if you have, I think you’ll be excited to see 24-year-old Elliot Schafer and friends, all grown up and making a difference in the magical Borderlands (look, the daily diplomatic crises and weathered soldiers begging for mercy and no more lectures is different…)

2. So, Why’d It Take You So Long To Tell Us?

The issue is, I’m a demon for length and everything is my fault. My editor for Tears solicited me for a story, and I thought: yes, it’s time. So I wrote it in summertime. And I handed it in. And then at a convention in September, I was asked a dire question.

EDITOR: Why… is this… three times the length we told you?

SARAH: Oh! You must not know ’bout me…

SARAH: Extremely sorry. Can you still publish it please?

Very kindly, they overlooked my verbal delinquency, and we talked it over and decided the way to handle said delinquency was to publish the story in two parts! This was very pleasing to me, as I love serialized fiction. The greatest compliment ever paid to a writer was a mob running down to the harbour to greet the ship carrying the next instalment of Dickens’s book, all yelling ‘DOES LITTLE NELL DIE?’

3. So, Why This Story?

One of the key things that unlocked In Other Lands as a novel for me was the elves and the different angle they allowed me to talk about feminism. The short story from Luke’s point of view went into the harpies, so I could talk about finding your own body monstrous. Culture clash in fantasy is my jam, and I always knew if I went back to In Other Lands it would be to give the dwarves, and Elliot’s friend Myra of Diamond Clan, their day.

I was really nervous about writing the story, as In Other Lands is so special to me. It’s the book readers talk to me about most, and the last book I finished before I was diagnosed with cancer and my life changed. The experience of writing it felt madcap and joyous, and I always wanted to get back to that, but it was readers who kept the joy alive for me - who loved the book when I didn’t, who kept faith and didn’t forget the story, who reminded me I was a writer. And In Other Lands ends on a precipice - the characters won’t be excused for being kids when they cause trouble anymore. Shit was about to get extremely real. I wanted to give my readers a story that felt both true and joyful. I hope I have!

4. So you have a substack now?

Yes! I’ve been thinking about how much I loved blogging, and talking about stories, but how tough I find it to talk about myself. (I’m fascinating, don’t get me wrong, but there are other stories to talk about too.) So I have an idea for this substack, and I will tell you all about it next week!

Also, I have even bigger news than this, which I can’t tell you yet. I will soon though. (In the true meaning of soon, not like how I kept everyone waiting for In Other Lands news!) Thank you for signing up, you are all jewels and flowers of my heart. Please stay tuned, because I am perishing with anticipation to tell you things.

5. So WHERE AND WHEN?

Tears Waiting To Be Diamonds will be published online in the Sunday Morning Transport. I was very flattered to be asked to write a story for them, as they have published so many of my favourite writers—the latest story I read there was Min Zemerin’s Plan by Katherine Addison, who wrote the amazing book The Goblin Emperor. Part 1 of Tears will be published on January 8 2023 and Part 2 on January 29 2023. So, Part 1 comes less than a month from now! Get ready for trouble.

[joyfulexperiment]

Joyful Experiment, Day #4: "Graham Study" charcoal

"Ah, horsefeathers, Chester. This boy is no courier. He desires a position in King Edward's court. He appears to be a compassionate gentleman, but he is clearly out of his comfort zone." - "King's Quest Chapter One: A Knight to Remember"

(Art diary under the cut)

Shared creativity is one of the great happinesses of my life.

I direct amateur and school theatre, and love collaborating with my assistant directors, my actors, my costumers, my running crew, my prop masters, my set designers, and the rest to shape a true experience for the audience. It's never just my vision. It's the work of the team. I am Socratic teacher, meaning that the backbone of my classes is collaborative discussion seeking truth through mutual exploration and argument rather than primarily through lectures. I love seeing students come together to uncover a striking piece of truth that likely would never have been turned up if not for the open-minded give-and-take of the group. I love holding dances, and sharing my love of ballroom and social folk dancing, especially with people who've never taken lessons. The light that comes into people's eyes when I walk them through the Sir Roger de Coverly, or Ginny's Market, or the Texas Star, and they realize they can do it, is great fun. But the best part is the moment when I see the group has the steps down pat, and I stop calling the steps out, and they whirl away, often incorporating their own moves into it - kicking up their heels like Riverdancers instead of just taking a step, or playfully doing "the wave" when they realize their hands are free for a few moves.

This is shared creativity, and as a happy spinster, it's one of the greatest ways I experience friendship and love. If someone creates along with me, that's in the same league as black cherry ice cream and summertime and Rossini music and being perfectly in the writing zone for a whole chapter.

What's this got to do with my picture? Well, you see, this here is Graham from the 2015 video game "King's Quest," a game loveable enough to make this confirmed non-gamer smile. It's got a gorgeous art style, some fun character moments, a cheery sense of humour, and a few genuinely heartfelt passages that resonate.

But it's flawed. Man, is it flawed. After the first "chapter," it royally drops the ball when it comes to the principles of storytelling, drops an awful lot of the things it tried carefully to set up in the beginning, makes some awful faux pas's with characterization, and frankly becomes rather dull in the closing chapters. And it's really not that deep.

But there's this fabulous, tiny little group of fic writers and fan artists who have basically taken the setting, the characters, and two or three of the plot points and used them essentially as a jumping off point for shared creativity - and let me tell you, it works so much better when treated that way! This little community is so much fun, works so hard and has some excellent skill on display - and that's why KQ has a lasting place in my heart. Not because it's an amazing game, but because I've had fun interacting with them, expanding the story and characters in new and better directions. The support from this tiny ring of creatives has helped me keep my writing going during a time when I had to take a hiatus from working on my original fiction, and brought many smiles to my face.

So, this is Graham, and he's a little gift for the KQ friends. Here's to bravery, wisdom, compassion, and what awesome fun it is to create together.

(As for the picture itself - meh. It turned out well for what it was supposed to be, but I cheated with tracing rudimentary markers, and essentially did this as another screencap study that didn't do much to push me beyond what I've already tried. I mean, I did fix his hair. We all hate Graham's canonical hair.)

[pinkmirth]

can i req some dad reiner fluff? i feel like he would have a lot of kids bc of the breeding kink 🥴 but yeah just some cute stuff pls thank uuuu!!

THE THOUGHT OF REINER BEING FATHER JUST DOES SOMETHING TO ME I- AJHSJS

THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, ANON!! LET'S GET CAUGHT UP IN THE REINER BRAINROT TOGETHER <3

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—DAD REINER!

 (MODERN AU + MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY + FEMALE BODIED READER + FLUFF + SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE + REINER BEING THE BEST DAD EVER DUH + TW: SLIGHT LANGUAGE)

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Dad Reiner who was such a hot mess moments before he became a father to begin with. The pair of you are situated inside a hospital room, occupied with things much bigger than a sprained ankle. He stood alongside you, his beloved, all the while; Encouraging your efforts and attempting to ease your pain with the squeeze of your hand within his bigger one. As fretful as he feels, it's no surprise that Reiner ends up passing out a good few times, and he wasn't even the one in labor. Though, the hard part is now over, and all his worry has subsided.

Dad Reiner who recalls whimpering, weakly grinning, and eventually bawling of joy when holding his child for the first time. You'd never seen his cries mingled with such joy before. He cradles yours and his newborn within firm forearms and large, mindful hands. The pair of you sob and smile, ogle your baby with a relieved, content thrum in your heart. You allow Reiner to attempt squeezing into the hospital bed beside you, as broad and weighty as he is, with your child being held right between you and him. He’s a hot mess, but an overjoyed one who has you; and little Reiner x [Y/N] junior 🥺

Dad Reiner who converses with you for days before ultimately deciding on a name for yours and his daughter— Joyce Braun. He contemplated on “Karina”, the name of his dear mother. Though, he wants his little girl to be better than any past generation, and rather goes with a more revitalizing name, one that holds a simple, but deep meaning in his perspective. As obvious as it sounds, the name means “Joyful”. That's all he wants; for his kid to be happy in this life, happier than he ever was. Therefore, he bases her name, the root of his dear child’s identity, on cheerfulness.

Dad Reiner who tends to grow somewhat frustrated. Not with you of course, not even with Joyce’s incessant wailing in the early hours of the morning, but with himself. It wasn't as though he did anything wrong, he simply hopes that he won't. Begs himself not to fuck up with this whole “Parent” thing. If it wasn’t clear enough, Reiner wants to be nothing like his own father. He’ll never, ever shoo his child away and disregard them, but instead use those same hands to hold, guide, and lift them up. It doesn't take long for the blonde to snap out of his funk, because he's sure that he can become all the better for the sake of his little family.

Dad Reiner who wakes to your still, ethereal-like form every morning, and it's enough to make his day. A kiss to your neck, a nibble along your earlobe, and a couple repetitive rubs to your waist and thighs are enough to stir you right awake. And if that isn't the case, then it's usually the other way around; You pressing soft, lengthy kisses to his sharp, attractive cheekbones. Despite who arises first, there’s always one thing that's bound to happen— Joyce making her arrival into the bedroom via crawl, with a babble and a cute, happy little shriek upon seeing her parents.

The pair of you have no clue as to how she manages to make her way over to your room every time, but you're simply glad that she does so safely. It's Reiner’s cue to leap out of bed and scoop her off of the carpet and into his awaiting arms, clad in nothing but a white tee and the baggiest sweats. He appears disheveled, but it's still clear to see the main striking similarity between him and his pretty little daughter; Those amber brown eyes that hold the same warm, yellowish hue as his do.

He rocks the giggling one-year old, back and forth and right back again, gazing upon his squirming bundle of joy until you mention that he’s been doing so for a whole ten minutes. He grows sheepish and merely chuckles in reply, resting Joyce’s head upon his firm chest with a sigh. He could do this for ten hours more if it were up to him.

Dad Reiner who knocked you up a couple more times, and real damn good at that. There’s something of a breeding fetish that he’s got on him, which is the reason why your little family is now two kids larger. There’s Joyce, who’s now seven years old, along with her two baby brothers, the pair being a mere one year apart from the other. You and Reiner no longer have to worry about checking on Joyce in her crib, for she sleeps on her own bed now, like the “big girl” she claims to be.

Though, the boys now have you both occupied, and you’re lucky to have an older daughter who’s so understanding and rarely ever  grows jealous. Joyce, your girl who’s on more of the rambunctious side but ironically never pleads for attention, has been spending much more quality time with Reiner. Both you and him are busy with the boys, but the blonde tends to have free time on his hands every now and then. Besides, someone’s got to keep Joyce company.

Reiner happily obliges, and makes this father-daughter time worthwhile. Wholesome picnics to the park that always end in races back to the car and Reiner being a damned klutz and dropping his sandwich. Having a “spa day”, filled with Reiner’s not-so-great attempts at doing his girl’s hair, messy manicures and a hefty bag of makeup that Joyce “borrowed” from you. He spoils the girl as if the lot of you are rich (and since Reiner’s always got a hefty load of spare cash, you technically are), but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dad Reiner who’s a lot more used to this “dad” thing now, since it’s been a couple good years down the line. You and him have amazing bonds with each of your kids, but they seem to latch onto Reiner’s large, broad body at any given time a lot more than they do you. Joyce is twelve, the brothers are five and six, and Reiner’s officially a DILF— The finest one at that. His stubble stays nicely trimmed, along with the subtle creases at his eyes becoming a little more distinctive. Goes to work, and sometimes takes the kid’s lunches instead of his own, because that's just the Reiner Way.

He’s the ultimate father in practically every situation, even when looking out for peers and comrades. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just that habits easily stick with Reiner, and it’s rather difficult for him to let them go. Besides, with three kids, how do you expect him to not be in “dad mode”?

Dad Reiner who utterly loves having random little talks with his kids, and never invalidates them, not for one second. It’s almost as though he can see things in their perspective, and they don’t know anyone else better to vent to other than their dad and mom. Though, when they tend to babble on about something that’s rather popular within their generation, it gets hard for him to catch up. They proceed to call him “old” and receive a good chase around the house before they get caught and looped into a tickle attack, and that's basically the worst thing imaginable if you’re in the Braun family. The reason being is Reiner’s unparalleled speed, despite his age; Thirties to early forties, but he’s still extremely fit, and has no problem running a mile if he has to.

Dad Reiner who’s in love with his family and the person they’ve gradually helped him become. You cherish him and your kids like none other, and he does the same. Sometimes it abruptly dawns on him; He’s a dad, and he’s actually a good one, who would’ve known? He smiles to himself, allowing his amber eyes to flit over to wherever you are before his soft grin grows wider. You look back, blow a kiss, and he does the same. The action is exchanged before he strides over to give you the real deal— Though, your sweet little peck is all cut short when Joyce and the boys skip in and start making kissy noises, with you and Reiner laughing all the while.

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“Papa,” Gale, the youngest son of the bunch, calls aloud and gains his father’s attention. Reiner peers up from his book and gives a brief, questioning response. “Yes, dove?” It’s a simple, sweet nickname; One that he calls you, Joyce, and the boys.

“Mommy’s in the bathroom crying.” The blonde drops his novel with an punctuating hitch of his breath, the book falling upon the couch with a dull thump. “—Why? Is she alright?” Reiner, the man who generally keeps himself rather poised, is now frantic, sharp brows downturned at his son's statement.

“Uh, I dunno. She’s crying, but smiling too.” This then causes Reiner’s brows to furrow. “Smiling, you say?”

“Yeah. Can we go out to get ice cream today? I wanna get, uh.. Chocolate chip, please!”

Reiner lets a brief laugh slip loose at Gale’s query, but he has to prioritize his wife over a summertime snack. He then begins to make a beeline towards the bathroom, in search of you. “Soon enough, dove. I’ve got to go up there and check on your momma first, alright—?”

Gale then shrugs and hops onto the couch, little feet padding along the spacey seat as the leather creases underneath his weight.

“By the way, Papa,” Reiner then pauses, open to any vital information his son could give, “she has this funny stick thingy in her hand. It’s got two little lines on it and stuff.”

Reiner chokes on his breath, lower lip beginning to tremble and quirk into a smile. If the case is what he thinks it is, he’s got all the reason to bust out with the teary eyes and jovial whimpers, just as he did when receiving the news of his three expected children in the past.

“A stick..?”

“Mhm,” hums Gale, proceeding to jump upon the dark brown couch, “Mama probably wants some chocolate chip ice cream too.”

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[simplydm]

What different dream smp members voices sound like to me:

(Disclaimer- it’s only the people I watch often/had like a certain idea for already, not everyone)

-Awesamdude: Kindness. Just pure sweetness and purity and love. His voice is low and slow, like a sunset setting on a summer day. His voice is, hands-down, my favorite to listen to.

-The Warden: Stone slowly grinding against stone, a deep, horrible sound. He sounds like he’s dead, just an animated corpse who knows he’s headed to hell when the puppetmaster cuts the strings.

-BBH: a lined piece of paper, but one that has been lovingly doodled on.

-Dream: ???? I literally couldn’t tell you, he just sounds like some dude? I can’t ever recall what he sounds like unless he’s literally speaking sorry Dream lmao

-Foolish: literally just !!!!!!!!!!, but not in a straight line- it rises and falls to create a wild wavy line. And the exclamation points keep changing fonts and stuff. It’s a joyful energy.

-Niki: Butterscotch. Something thick and sweet, the kind of voice you wouldn’t mine drowning in because it reminds you of summertime and the sweetness of a warm evening.

-Philza: reeds swaying in the wind, hollow but in a musical way.

-Ponk: a handful of the most beautiful and unexpectedly sharp rocks you have ever seen. His voice comes from the earth, and reverbs in the streets, but it might be trying to steal your wallet (and heart). (sub to Ponk he’s underrated and the best smp member change my mind)

-Punz: on the one hand, man sounds like every white dude who plays video games for a living. But there’s also this hint of deep purple grapes with vines curled around them.

-Technoblade: a gravelly beach. You would think it sounds grating, what with the water dragging across the stones, but it quickly becomes a powerful soothing tone. It rises and falls with the tides, but at the end of the day it’s steady and ever-present.

[mooshys]

hq + their signature cologne

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a short list with quick descriptions of what colognes I headcanon the guys of the msby black jackals, schweiden adlers, and a few extras (ha! a bonus!) would wear. yes, I am dedicated to the craft and will fight tirelessly against the axe body wash agenda. based on a short I wrote for msby black jackals online! which can be read here!

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atsumu ➝ tom ford tobacco vanille. warm, comforting, and luxurious type of scent. there’s a slight spice to this cologne upon initial spritz, but then settles into the opulence of vanilla and cocoa throughout the day. very sexy scent that draws you in wanting more and makes you look back over your shoulder in wonder when he walks past. seduction in a bottle.

hinata ➝ jo malone nectarine blossom and honey. a light and citrus scent which instantly brings you to an orange orchard on a summer day. fresh, inviting, and playful. a whiff of this stuff is so addicting that you can’t help but want to indulge in the sweetness.

bokuto ➝ dolce&gabbana light blue sun pour homme eau de toilette. the essence of summertime fun. a little bit fruity, but the key notes of this cologne include rosemary and vanilla to introduce this sensational warmth when it lingers on the skin. reminds me of spending the entire day at the beach and drinking mimosas as you continue to splash in the shallow portion of the waters with your lover.

sakusa ➝ fresh laundry scent. feel like sakusa would be pretty sensitive to certain smells and wouldn’t worry about finding a “signature cologne.” though, he probably has a favorite fabric softener he uses and refuses to buy any other brand...

inunaki ➝ dolce&gabbana light blue pour homme eau de toilette. reminiscent of freshly squeezed lemonade on a hot summer day. refreshing, it’s almost like taking a headfirst splash into the ocean... or maybe enjoying the salty air on the sicilian shore during a honeymoon.

meian ➝ hermès terre d’hermès eau de toilette. grounding, earthy, and just flat out smells rich. I don’t know how they did it, but this cologne is the perfect balance of musky and fresh. like taking a stroll in the forest the day after it rained, dew drops still present on the leaves of oak trees.

thomas ➝ ysl y eau de toilette. another simple and clean scent. the longer you smell it, the more intoxicating it gets. will linger on your shirts. it’s like a breath of fresh air on a sunny day after being holed up at home for so long.

kageyama ➝ giorgio armani acqua di gìo absolu eau de parfum. a clean and classic cologne that is by no means boring. not too overpowering, but when you get close you’ll wonder what he’s wearing. blend of woodsy scents such as patchouli and rosemary with marine notes that bring the imagery of watching a sunset together at a boating dock, your legs dangling over the ocean and his thumb rubbing on the back of your hand as the orange glow from the horizon disappears.

ushijima ➝ le labo santal 33 eau de parfum. an addicting comfort, this cologne smells like the lingers of a cuban cigar after a long day of work. loosen your tie and relax to the sharp scent of sandalwood and cardamom in a leather lounge chair and prop your feet up on the ottoman. as the hours pass, the initial notes settle to reveal hints of floral from fig and iris.

hoshiumi ➝ jo malone wood sage and sea salt. days spent at the beach and the taste of the ocean on the tip of your tongue, that’s what this cologne is. it’s fresh, invigorating, and joyful. like the moment when you dive headfirst into the sea from a rugged cliff, the wind brushing past and your stomach doing flips until you splash in blue waves and feel rejuvenated.

oikawa ➝ le labo bergamote 22 eau de parfum. citrus with a twist of musk added. there are notes of tart sweetness from a summer grapefruit paired with the warm sensuality of cedarwood to make you think about the scent all day. it’s like dancing with a stranger at the beach in your favorite red dress, a bonfire nearby cackling along to the acoustics as sand tickles your toes and his laugh flutters in your ear.

iwaizumi ➝ tom ford oud wood eau de parfum. warm and rustic, this cologne smells like the light burn of amber upon your skin and settles for the entire day. reminiscent of unwinding in front of a fireplace with a blanket over your shoulders after trekking through snowfall.

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An Adventure Hunter's Dreamscape

(Excuse my broken English. It is not my mother tongue. I hope despite that you can read this well.)

This place I want to be; this place that my heart aches and yearns for: A township not too big, not too small, somewhere that embraces all 4 seasons equally.

With Springtime farms and meadows, where streams trickle and fields are topped with small lavender flower visited by flittering butterflies. Cows and goats sing their songs as I walk down spring time paths. Village homes surrounded with flowers galore. Gardens giving birth to blooms and new born animals making appearances from the ends of woodlands. In the woodlands mosses start their migration of woods and rocks, new birds sing and baby rabbits and deer dart about unthreatened. New shops open up in the villages, making exploring wandering streets all the more fun and adventurous.

With Summertime beaches with azure clean waves and sun bleached beaches, where dolphins sing and dance and majestic ships cross the waves escorting adventures to find lost treasures. Forests hued in emerald, rivers and lakes spraying cold waters to restore summer exhaustion. Summer bird songs echoing over the trees while bands of amber sunlight streak across the forest air. Picnics on green hills and valleys. Street and plazas hum with the sound of marketeers. Where there are oceans of sunflower fields. Nights are filled with endless parties and fun for all.

With Autumn for when the world goes from Greens to Golds. Golden fields of wheat lowered to reveal a harvest of bounty. Village bakery smells fill the streets along with a distinct earthen smell. Garlands and wreaths of cones decorate every window and door with autumn hues. Where gourds with faces watch you closely as you go. People huddling together under warmer cloaks. Harvests festivals abound. Crows caw the season's songs and shops all smell sweet with various warm drinks and confectionaries. Hearths of all sizes glow and crackle to keep the autumn chill off.

With Wintertime when the earth is covered in is white blanket. People huddle even closer now in sheepskin and furs. Candles and lights of many colors attempt to illuminate the world. Fireplaces and hearts glow bright. Streets and homes are festive in foods and decorations. Where people gather close and feast of warm drinks of teas and brews and bellies are filled with soups and stews. Forests now are a dark and rather barren and still. Colored only by daylight sun and cardinals, yet despite it all they are still a welcome walk. And above it all a glorious mountain covered in white and dotted with fir green forests. A monument of earthly and divine legends and lore. the treasures we collected over he years becomes gifts for family and friends. Even total strangers.

If nothing else, a place where people are friendly, caring, helpful, joyful in life. A world where smiles abound and laughter and shared knowledge fill the are. Where one can swim in and ocean of human kindness. A place no one goes without. A place where Forests, Fields , Beaches, Gorges, Rivers, Gardens and Valleys abound and last forever, unhampered by fences and borderlines. A place ride ride, walk and travel endlessly.

Gods help me, its a place I think of and dream about every seconds of the day. I have drempt and envisioned it so much I can pick out the smallest details. I can point out every flower, every cloud, every raindrop off a roof. Every leaf, nail and paving stone. Its a world I want to build and make so real. So much, so badly it hurts inside.

Please gods, help me. Help me make its real. If not for me, then for others. Or, if nothing else, then take me to this place.