#or the smell after it rains

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

sorry but if you think the pythia was just some woman high on natural gas you're ngmi

[tendermiasma]

Hedge wizard fits for Clover 🍂🔮🔪

[vecnuthy]

"C'mon," Eddie said as he twisted the doorknob and grabbed Steve's hand.

The smell of rain hit Steve's nostrils when they stepped through the front door onto the porch to experience firsthand what they had been watching from behind the door. It was breezy and warm out due to the late spring storm rolling through their Indiana haunt, making the big metal wind chimes clang in low tones. The rain fell thick but with far more grace than Eddie did onto their glider, pulling Steve down with him and making him land awkwardly with an oof that Eddie definitely felt, judging by the wheeze he let out.

"How's your spleen?" Steve joked, shifting into a more comfortable position, his back against Eddie's chest, feet up on the footstool.

"A little banged up," he groaned out with a voice of somebody who had lived centuries, but that melted away when Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's waist and held him close and spoke, grin evident, into the shell of his ear, "but I've got my favorite heating pad."

Steve's skin prickled to life and he smiled, eyes closed as Eddie rocked the glider into a slow motion. Thunder rolled lazily in the distance.

This was new. Not the two of them being together, but the two of them having this. A big porch. A glider. Those ridiculous wind chimes that Steve thought he'd never get used to but would now miss if they were gone. Their modest plot of land sprawled with more trees than lawn, but there was a big enough clearing to have a garden that they had taken full advantage of. There was privacy there. It was home, and Steve melted into Eddie's hold as they took in the steady, heavy patter of rain around them.

They stayed out there for a while and watched the way the rain bled down the tree trunks and saturated the soil. The leaves already looked more vibrant due to them soaking up the nitrogen the lightning provided, while the taller flowers sagged under the weight of the water trapped in their throats and coating their foliage. Despite the added weight, there was no denying how much better they looked already. It had been a couple of weeks since the last rain, and, honestly? Faucet water just wasn't the same.

"We needed this," Eddie muttered quietly into the crook of an all but dozing Steve's neck.

The only sign of life was his breathing and the lazy drag of his fingertips over the skin on Eddie's arm, still wrapped around his waist. Steve hummed in agreement, unable to resist adding on, "Alright, gramps."

He could feel Eddie's smile against his skin, could feel his teeth nip at what was probably a mole because Eddie was predictable and weak.

Which Steve couldn't say a thing about, because as Eddie's breath washed over and heated his skin, adding to their own humidity, Steve couldn't be paid to move.

And, god, that thunder. Every time it rumbled, Eddie's lips brushed against Steve's shoulder. Steve didn't even know if Eddie was aware he did it, and there was no way Steve was going to point it out and risk it stopping. The fear was totally unfounded (it's Eddie), but still he would keep it close, shelter it like a greedy dragon, because, like clockwork: thunder; feather light kiss. Or a nose rub. And sometimes, Eddie would sigh with contentment, too, chest rising and slowly falling, making Steve sink back into him. No troubles, no worries. Nothing but the rain, thunder, humidity, and mutual adoration.

Eddie was right. They needed this.

[shkika]

look at you, so young and happy!! where did the years go?

I CHOKED-

I am gluing that meme on my forehead I love it so much it encompasses what Saint is so well in every way please.

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

Yesterday was listening my playlist on a shuffle mode and there's this song "bheegi bheegi si hai raatein" stuck in my mind. Listened that song on a loop and was craving for the baarish and the sweet smell of the soil after first rain.

Aur subah uthke dekha to coincidentally in winter ke dino me baarish ho rahi hai. And that sweet smell of soil after first rain had truly made my day..

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN: …and its like snow at the beach

[xenomorphicdna]

@aluminum-angels i made an entire doodle page just to prove a point

Their relationships do not fail, they get along just fine and they love each other very much

Peace and love among my rw ocs

[aroninshonour]

The boys went out for a little rainy day chat (They forced Jay to come and he's upset his underwear is wet) they tried to get Zane to go with but he was busy(I didn't wanna take him from his action packed get away scene)

Also some Lava moments because uhm, yes <3 (they totally kissed in the second one)

[mistysolitude]

if smell of rain was a perfume, i'd wear it all day every day

[marinacourage]

isn’t it kinda funny how the smell as one of the secondary gender manifestations was mentioned once (1) in the show and then it disappeared completely like wait a second i wanna know if charlie finds babe’s smell alluring if jeff as the only omega around smells completely different from the rest if enigmas have any smell at all and how the fuck didn’t they recognise each other as the same species from the get go do they use smell suppressants or something???

[mqstermindswift]

the smell of the rain >>>

[eebie]

i need 2 read scott pilgrim The comic

[avallachs]

i know nostalgia is a liar and a bitch but that isn’t stopping me from going mad with grief for a rose-tinted past that i remember in fragments which slip through my fingers like sand

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi hi!! mm foul legacy is buzzing around my brain againn, brain dump teehee

thinking about Foul Legacy having a partner who adores rain and thunderstorms, always curled up in blankets near a window when its raining, getting excited when it rains, and Foul Legacy just doesn’t get it.

Big Little mothman hasn’t a clue why you like rain and storms, they’re loud and you get all wet, how could you enjoy them?? But he also feels bad when you complain about the lack of rain when the weather is clear skies all day for the second week in a row, he wishes he could help.

Reader and Foul Legacy sitting in a dark room with only candle light, its pouring outside, Foul Legacy is curled up around you as you read a book, idly petting his hair. Oughh my babyy

[📺]

anon this is SO me, i love the rain and the ambiance it provides (and it hasn't rained in WEEKS summer i tell you >:(

Childe really doesn't understand your love of rain- it's cold and wet and tracks mud everywhere! plus his wings become waterlogged very quickly, which is always a pain to deal with. and yet, somehow, you're fascinated by downpours and drizzles. your favorite autumn activity is to perch yourself near a window with a cup of tea and a good book, glancing up at the raindrops sliding down the glass every so often; in the summer, if it's warm enough, you'll go and stand outside with an umbrella during a storm. truly, your behavior confuses him- but he certainly won't complain if it means that you're able to protect him when the weather is particularly fierce, as Foul Legacy hates lightning and thunder more than almost anything

it's not uncommon, especially during the stormier months, to find you and Childe snuggled on the couch during the evening. he's curled around you, rumbling and playing with the hem of your shirt as you read, blankets and quilts piled around him in a comfy mound. the covers are for thunder and lightning, so Legacy can duck under them to hide but still be near you, only his horns and one clawed hand sticking out so he can lace his fingers with yours. storms are too loud and frightening for him, but with you by his side, he feels like he could be brave enough to face the Raiden Shogun herself... just a little bit <33

[caluski]

Man I know it's too early for spring. I know. I know its wrong...... but if the sun and bright sky are already here, would it be so bad if I were to enjoy it.....

[ashtrayfloors]

I Was Around (Nobody Knows)

so you're in love with your best friend & you don't know how to tell her. take a walk down Polaris Avenue & you'll be transported to the sort of childhood you never quite knew, an adolescence half-fantasized that you sorta remember when dreaming of fireflies, soft serve cones, bike rides & skinned knees. that life you never had lives on this street—it's not that nothing bad ever happens here. there are bullies & math classes just like anywhere else, & sometimes you're grounded for life for wrecking your dad's prized lawn. sometimes the ice cream man vanishes or you find a garage band playing the most perfect tune & you never get to hear it again. but even when your heart is disintegrating the radio has the saddest song to soothe you & a bus driver who takes you past the sites of his own broken romance, & if you megadose on riboflavin you can turn back time. even if it's hot & you're so homesick it's got you stapling polaroids of your old house to your new one & you're just waiting for October, you can cross your fingers & wish on the strongest man in the world. you can always drink an Orange Lazarus or confess it all to the voice on the other side of the ringing phone, & when it rains— when it rains, it smells like summer.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from forget the fuck away from me (Bone & Ink Press, 2019 — available in print or digital form)