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Christmas/New Year’s week

Day 6: Cookie decorating

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[a-leg-without-fear]

Reading to Each Other 🪻

day one of tuna tober y'all!! i'm SO fricking excited! :D

Ship: Duke Leopold Mountbatten x f!Reader

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: lots of LOTR, tobacco mention, riddles, kissing, cuddles

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Rain pattered on your apartment's windows, the occasional roll of thunder booming outside. The spiced scent of your pumpkin candle floated through the living room air. Warm light shone from shaded lamps positioned on either end of your green-clothed sofa. A thick, soft blanket was draped over your lap.

You held your worn copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Images of a dark cave filled with still water and an eerie sense of calm floated from the yellowed pages. Sounds of whispered riddles and shaking hands holding shining jewelry bounced around inside your head. It was nearly impossible to read Tolkien and not get entirely engrossed.

"How's your book?" Leo asked from the other end of the couch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Your head snapped up from where you'd been hunched over your book, eyes wide, as you met Leo's amused gaze. A light laugh filtered through his bright smile.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to alarm you," he said, amusement clearly indicating that he wasn't sorry in the slightest. You shook your head and sighed at his antics.

"Uh huh. Sure," you groused with a growing smile.

Leo was equally curled up on his side of the sofa. Fluffy blanket draped across his lap, glasses fitted over his thin nose, copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen balanced in one of his hands. Hazel eyes trailed over the "grumpy" expression you'd forced over your face.

"Anything interesting standing out so far?" he asked, nodding to the book still clutched in your hands.

"I'm at one of my favorite parts, if that's what you mean," you replied as you burrowed deeper into the couch cushions. Leo tucked his bookmark into his novel, then set the book and his glasses on the end table nearest him.

"Care to elaborate?" he pressed with a cocked eyebrow. You bit your lip as you scanned over the pages again. Hisses and riddles and splashes of ground water leapt from the ink. Hmm. Riddles.

"Well, this part is about Bilbo bargaining, with a creature named Gollum, for his life. They're exchanging riddles as a sort of game," you explained, trying your best to not confuse a man who'd never heard of the Lord of the Rings.

"And what riddles are they?" Leo asked with a growing smile. He crossed his legs under his blanket to give you his undivided attention. You glanced between him and the book in your hands.

"You want to try and solve the riddles, or do you want me to read the whole part?"

"Just the riddles," he specified. You hummed in response.

"Alright, just know that they can get pretty tricky," you said in a singsong manner. Leo stared at you with apt interest as you turned to the correct page in your book. Inked words flew past your eyes, descriptions of swords and hobbits and tobacco and goblins filling your mind, nearly sucking you back into the story, before you found the first riddle. You cleared your throat and read, "What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?"

"Has to be a mountain, isn't it?" Leo guessed almost immediately. He seemed rather confident in his answer, dimples digging into his cheeks with how wide his smile had stretched.

"Yup. Mountain," you answered, already thinking of which riddle to do next. Do you be nice and keep giving him the easier ones, or kick it up a notch? He did invent the elevator, after all.

"Give us a harder one, love," he said. That decides it for you, then.

"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter."

Leo blew out a long stream of air, "When I said hard, I didn't mean that hard!"

You refrained from making the obvious joke brewing at the back of your throat. An involuntary giggle leaked from your lips. You tried to play it off by resting your chin in your hand, fingers digging into your lips, to keep yourself quiet.

The room was quiet for a few moments as Leo considered the riddle. Raindrops trailed down the window, rivulets chasing each other and creating long tails that winded up the glass. This Sunday, utterly serene in its quality, was one of many you'd gotten to experience with Leo. Something about him just garnered peace in your life.

"Do I get a hint?" he asked with a sigh. You grinned at him from under your fingers.

"If Bilbo doesn't get a hint, neither do you," you said. Leo groaned, leaning back on the sofa and throwing an arm over his face. You couldn't help the laugh that breezed between your fingers.

"You are undeniably cruel," he grumbled under his arm.

"You wanted a harder riddle," you replied with a shrug. Leo grunted in return, making you laugh again. You waited a few more moments, letting him agonize over the riddle, before you decided to take pity, "What is it when your eyes are closed?"

"The hell are you on about? Is this a part two to the riddle?" Leo groused.

The blanket in your lap pooled into a pile on the floor as you crawled across the couch. Your sweatpants-clad legs framed Leo's hips, your hands running up his sides, as you sat in his lap. He begrudgingly lowered his arm and met your eyes.

"That was a clue. What do you see when you close your eyes?" you repeated as you ran your palms up and down his forearms. Leo's expression softened slightly.

"A spot of mercy," he said, smile returning, "I was wrong in labeling you cruel."

"Yeah yeah, Mr.1876. Just answer the damn riddle," you said as you rolled your eyes. Leo's warm palms found their usual place on your hips.

"You can't see it, feel it, hear it, or smell it. And closing my eyes has something to do with it," he listed, tongue darting across his bottom lip. A few more moments filled with pondering passed.

"For god's sake," you breathed as you clapped your hand over his eyes. The two of you had been together for so long that the action had hardly surprised him. You waited for a moment in hope that this obvious clue would help. Being met with only silence, you said, "What do you see right now?"

"Your hand, for one," Leo quipped back. He flinched with a laugh when you pinched him with your free hand.

"Close your frickin' eyes, Leo."

Silence settled over the two of you. Warm, comfortable, charged with amusement at your situation. Only Leo's smile could be seen from under your hand. His thumbs tucked under the hem of your t-shirt.

"It's dark," he finally said. You gave him a few moments to connect the dots. A gasp shook his chest, "Dark! That's the answer!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!" you exclaimed as you dropped your hand from his eyes.

Pure elation crinkled in the corners of his hazel eyes. He hugged you closer to his chest, a laugh shaking where your bodies met. You couldn't help but join in. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to steady yourself.

"Do I get a prize for so effortlessly solving the riddle?" Leo asked with a hint of sarcasm after the two of you had calmed a bit.

"I'm deducting points for the use of a hint," you hummed, feigning consideration at his question.

"And those points, will they affect the prize I know I've earned?"

You answered his question by pressing your lips to his. Both smiling, both clinging to the other with absolute adoration, the occasional giggle buzzing between you.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was raining outside, your candle had burnt down to the wick, and you were cradled in Leo's lap as you both read your respective books. Your back to his chest, blanket draped over both of your laps, his cheek rested on the crown of your head. Every now and then you'd read a part of your book aloud, garnering the same in return from Leo.

AHHHHHHHHH this is so frickin cute i might CRY!!! happy tuna tober everyone!!!

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[silverseaming]

Summer drifts in on a warm wind, the heat climbing so subtly at first that it was hard to notice. By the middle of the harvest, though, the rays beat down with such intensity that man, beast and flower wilt beneath them. Only the wheat is uncowed, tall and golden as a sticky breeze runs ripples through the fields. It’s almost bearable in the morning — beautiful, even — when the sun only peeks over the mountaintops, glazing the crops orange as the sunrise. The stalks are still heavy with dew, Chestnut’s feathering shining with the moisture.

At midday, however, it is decidedly not beautiful. Despite setting out at dawn and having the help of the Mellors and Gillis boys, the need to harvest while the dry weather lasts means Kit can’t avoid the worst of the heat. By now his shirt sticks to his back, calluses throbbing on his palms. Even the faithful Chestnut has abandoned him to amble down to the creek, not that he can blame her. Each pile of straw tossed increases his longing for the sweet relief of cool water. It’s hard work, yes, but it must be done. This harvest, just like their first harvest, cannot be allowed to fail. Not when he’s risked so much for this, not when they need this, need— well, not even only the money. The success, the small joy of all the crops being gathered in, a bounty in one area of their lives, when others have been painfully barren. And enough to buy a Johnson self-raking reaper, he thinks, as he fiddles with the latest knot of twine. At least then Chestnut would have to pull her weight, rather than leaving everything to Kit and his scythe.

Just when he can’t take any longer, sustenance arrives in the form of Meg and Daisy, laden with freshly baked bread, jams, lemonade, and all sorts of other delights. This little ritual has quickly become Kit’s favourite part of the day — not just because of the welcome meal they bring, but for the view of watching them walk over the field, the moment before Daisy’s sticky hands grab at his where they come close enough for him to see their smiles. It makes something tighten in his chest. Gratitude. Guilt. The two never seem too far apart these days. Looking at Daisy it’s easy to forget, simply lose himself in her innocent happiness. But there are moments of sadness he catches in Meg’s eyes that bring up a whole new guilt, the old crashing harder in its wake. It’s all for them. That’s what he tells himself. It’s better Meg doesn’t worry. Not now. “Thank you, love.” Kit says, pulling Meg a little closer. “It’s no trouble,” Meg smiles, “And this way Daisy gets to be out in the fields with Pa, without driving me to distraction.” “Well, you two are my saviours all the same.”

[theythemonade]

It took me over a year to finish this so I’m kinda off trendy art challenges now 🫠

Behold: cartoons that made me gay

Feel free to zoom! You will no doubt see numerous mistakes but also the incredible effort this took

[no1ryomafan]

I caved and bought deltarune full release and SPOILERS!!!

Not over how this chapter starts off so emotional and existential and then immediately you see a fucking 3D tv game show host hitting the fucking gritty as he drags you into his show, makes you play a snes rpg and then you witness a sunshine and cloud break up. This is one of the games of all time.

[diyasgarden]

diya i know we talked about mad men eons ago and im yearning for don draper hard lately so i am on my hands and knees asking for a don draper/mad men esque moodboard - eve 🪽

in another life patrick zweig is living the don draper lifestyle!!

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Christmas/New Year’s week

Day 4: Santa dress-up

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Megan The Stallion 🍑

[silverseaming]

Dear Aunt Winifred,

Do you remember how as a child I used to wait for the first crocuses of Spring, impatiently tramping over the lawn each morning after the snow had melted? Lately I have found myself back in the same habit, and now I can finally say that the first flower has appeared! The snow has been gone for several weeks, but it was only this morning that I saw petals peeking up from the grass by the henhouse, and all the childish excitement came rushing back to me.

All of this is to say that Spring has arrived, and with it my good spirits. I find it so much easier to be cheerful in the sunshine than in the snow! To me it seems that the Winter darkness lasted longer than ever, but that may have been somewhat due to the self-imposed winter I had been keeping inside me. The slow emergence of new life in the world around has somehow brought hope, instead of sadness. I like to think of it as a reminder that life continues, and can spring up in the most unexpected of corners. 

While I don’t have any good news this month either, I have found the strength to try not to dwell on my disappointment. Instead I have resolved to make myself useful -- there is much to be done, and as you always say, the Devil makes work for idle hands! With Daisy to look after I certainly do not have idle hands. Every day she seems to be able to run faster, and to talk more. I look at her running around and marvel that only two years ago she was a tiny babe in my arms, barely larger than a sack of flour. 

Kit has taken on a pet lamb from Zachariah Miller, as they have had an illness in their flock, and Daisy is just besotted! She’s named him ‘Snowball’, and I have an almost impossible job separating them. More often than not Daisy ends the day smelling like the farmyard. I suppose I should be grateful that Snowball keeps her occupied, and is much more tolerant of her constant pestering than the chickens.

Talking of my husband, do you recall my telling you that he had gone into business with a Mr. Fred Allen, who’s running an export company out of Rockland? Well, Mr. Allen seems to have taken an interest in Kit, and the two of them have struck up a friendship. Quite against Kit’s will, I’m sure -- if he had his way he’d hide away from all society with his horses (and his wife, I hope) -- but he’s warming to it. I certainly think it’s doing him good to expand his social horizons, and the best thing is that it’s expanding my social horizons too. Mr. Allen has invited us to a party he and his wife are giving for those involved with the Lermond’s Cove Company.  It was my good luck that I was there to accept before Kit could make any excuses!

The appointed date isn’t for a few weeks yet, but I find myself quite unreasonably excited already. I suppose that speaks to how little we have been attending any sort of social event since taking Maple Farm -- or even since our marriage. It certainly feels like a long time since I have had cause to dress up for anything other than church. I shall have to take my old pink silk to Mrs Miller and see if she can work any of her magic on it, as I suspect it’s in dire need of brightening up.

Please tell me all is well with you and Uncle Thomas, that you’re not too lonely after Josie’s wedding. I think of you all as I watch Daisy grow, and how much she would love to run around at Rook’s Rest. I know every time I write I promise to come back, but we never seem to find the right time to leave the farm. I won’t say that Daisy will not have siblings, but I would so love for her to meet all her cousins before too long. Consider that my promise that we will come soon, and I shall put my best effort into keeping it.

As always you have my love in abundance, and I look forward to your next letter.

Your loving,

Meg

[mortmere]

Red, White or Blue

(Stacked Rewatch/Timestamp Roulette Art Challenge)

Thatcher: Ah! Fraser: Ah!

A few weeks ago, I had a cunning plan: make a bunch of art for the last weeks of the stacked rewatch in advance and then post them according to the rewatch schedule and enjoy the last spring weeks free of art-making pressure. LOL that was the plan, but here I am, presenting another 10-minute pencil/fineliner doodle on Sunday evening because I have time for nothing else. Ah indeed!

But: next week is the last week of this project!

[adotmbrosia]

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[historybunnny]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/𝟐

On the first day of Summer, Marmee wrote word that the typewriter was finally finished with its repairs. They had cost a bit more than she had expected but she hoped it would be well worth-it.

As a small token of his appreciation, Lawrence brought over a fresh baked dessert cake, purchased from one of the local bakeries there in town, while Marmee served a lovely chamomile tea to pair together deliciously. 

"Here she is, Mr. Baudelaire." Marmee's oldest, Meg, said as she brought the typewriter into the dining room. "All fixed up and ready for the Missus." As she handed it over, Lawrence's hands began trembling a little.

He'd waited and kept this secret from Winifred for so long that feeling the weight of it in his hands almost didn't seem real. "I don't know what to say," Lawrence sighed. "Thank you doesn't seem enough."

A warm smile sprawled out on Marmee's face. "Just promise March's will be the first bookstore to sell Mrs. Baudelaire's work. That would be thank you enough." She assured him.

Lawrence gave Marmee a tight hug and Meg, who he'd learned had taken up longer hours to also aid in covering the cost of repairs, a gentle kiss on the cheek before departing.

"You March's are made of everything sweet." He chuckled as he pulled away. "Your generosity won't be forgotten."

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[megthemariner]

Six Song Soundtrack

Thanks for the tag, @tevivinter!! This game/challenge was made for me lol I was so excited to see it :)

Rules: If you're tagged, make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/ events about your OC/story.

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Foramina Ingellvar

(star of my longfic wip that I will finish & post someday I swear Lost & Found)

Event that defines your character’s past:

Abbey by Mitski I am hungry / I have been hungry / I was born hungry / What do I need? / I am something / I have been something / I was born something / What could I be?

How your character sees themselves:

don’t quite belong (demo) by dodie Guess I’ll just pretend / Play along ‘til they figure it out / I don’t quite belong, oh, oh / Fake it ‘til you make it but I’m getting it wrong / Think I’ve figured it out / I don’t quite belong, oh, mmm

Their closest relationship (romantic and platonic):

Ready Now by dodie (romantic - Lucanis) You saw through me all this time / I’d forgotten people are kind / I was hurting and you knew / So you showed me what to do / You said “I will listen, tell it all / When you’re finished we’ll talk more” / But I didn’t know how, so we took it in turns / To my surprise we found my words Immortals by Fall Out Boy (platonic - Davrin) They say we are what we are / But we don’t have to be / On bad behaviour, but I do it in the best way / I’ll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame / I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

A major fight scene:

Monster by dodie I craft my words to fit your head / ‘Cause no one listens to the dead / So maybe I will talk to you / The only way I know how to / Mmm, mmm I’ve said my speech / Mmm, mmm through sharpened teeth / You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin / Please, let the devil in

End credits song:

Empire Now by Hozier Sun comin’ up on a dream come ‘round / One hundred years from the empire now / Sun comin’ up on a world that’s easy now / One hundred years from - / One hundred years from -

Tagging @rowanisawriter @rosieofcorona @crabs-with-sticks @cursedhaglette @librivore42 @wishforhome no pressure as always!

[essektheylyss]

literally laughed out loud at Matt's face when he admitted that Lester was trying to hide something, truly the scrungliest detective in Newfaire

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Christmas/New Year’s week

Day 5: Holiday Accessories

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