#pear deck

[gimkit-offical]

I didn't know Pearkit was a canon ship. Can I get some Pear Deck x Gimkit fanart Tag it with #pearkit if you care

-Jomeone Gimkit

[doodlebuglet3447]

Peardeck be like

[balluprojects]

Between Raindrops and Light, 2025

@ Sobral de Monte Agraço, Torres Vedras, Portugal

a delicious sunday*

[dykeleftinhotcar]

ugh i need my blank deck of cards to come in the mail so i can start actually making it instead of just thinking about it. and i need to decide on what the suits will be but i have two out of four that i can make before that at least.

[knifeforkspooncup]

The comedic potential of Aziraphale loving Christmas in theory but hating it in reality, which gives him catholic guilt/bad angel feelings, so he triples down on Christmas spirit to compensate. He's decking the halls like no tomorrow, he's partidging that pear tree, ohhh he's jingling those bells alright and cooing over the love in the air and isn't it wonderful Crowley, the spirit of christmas my dear, i may have done a little miracle and made it snow in Tadfield, Crowley. Meanwhile he's holed himself up in the bookshop like its under seige from guerilla christmas shoppers, he can't seem to get a single cup of cocoa that doesn't have peppermint in it, 4 children this week have poked him in the belly and asked him if he's santa clause, and to top it all off Mr. Brown has asked him to play the role of Gabriel in the Whickber street Nativity Play.

Crowley's in the corner watching the angel's eye get progressively twitchier and using up his entire demonic miracle quota to make sure Aziraphale's cup never empties of blindingly acoholic eggnog.

[forsongqian]

Large trendy backyard rectangular pool landscaping photo with decking

Large, modern backyard landscaping image with a rectangular pool and decking

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Weird question but what sort of smells/ perfumes to you think the tulpar crew uses? It’s really bizarre I’m aware but it’s popped into my brain and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Also I’ve been lurking on your blog for a while (late October I’m an og 💪) and I’m behind a few asks 😇. Wondering if you do emoji anons? If so can I be your 🐁 anon?

yes ofc you can be 🐁 anon!!<33

Curly— vibrant, fresh, clean.

Curly would smell like a warm hug, I know that doesn't make any sense but he would probably smell like sweat from always working with hints of herbal skincare from whatever soaps and shampoos he might use while showering, with a hint of citrusy notes because he just gives off those vibes, he would also smell like fresh laundry because his uniform of always tidy and neat.

if we stick to the idea of him being a well paid man then I'd assume he's into those classy and exxy💸 perfumes like dior sauvage, and Jean Paul Gaultier. Something which isn't overpowering yet subtle and pleasantly noticeable.

Jimmy— harsh, cheap, unrefined.

Now let's be true to ourselves,i could've damn well just said he dowses a can of axe spray to make up for his lack of showers. But we know that he does in fact enjoy showering and taking care of his hygiene, but the guy who says that 'hobbies are for people with money' i don't think he'd care too much about what he smells like, nor would he be spending money unnecessarily on expensive perfumes.

Jimmy smells of sweat, cigarettes with a hint of whatever cheap perfume he uses, with slight notes of a sour undertone, he's the kinda guy to keep 13-1 shampoos on the deck, so his hair would probably smell like that. He doesn't smell like shit, just very generic. If we talk about fragrances, then if curly offers to buy him stuff, he'd probably go for JPG—Le Male, which has a very overpowering scent, since he wouldn't probably be very good at buying perfumes and would just ask curly what he uses and pick one.

Anya— feminine, floral, gentle.

Anya would smell very clean, her hair would smell of the floral shampoo which she uses, she'll probably have sandalwood tones to her, misty, woody, light scents which don't draw too much attention but are subtle and gentle. Since she enjoys fast food, on a casual day she might smell like burgers and fries, but that's what it means to be human.

I don't think she'd be too keen on spending too much money on scents, but I do believe she picks out the ones which actually smell good. Think floral, fruity, vanilla. Peach or pear, those kind of undertones. I'd say she uses that one Versace perfume she bought 7 years ago in a yolo moment which she uses preciously, or affordable floral perfumes which are actually very pleasant and subtle and not brash.

Swansea— Earthy, Woody, Refined.

Aside from being a sneakerhead, I'll assume Swansea likes taking care of his hygiene as well, which would include what he smells like. On his own Swansea would smell like sweat, but with mechanical undertones like engine oil or metal. He's have sour and warm notes as well, he buys branded belts and would smell like leather.

He'd probably have his wife choose his perfumes for him for what she thinks suits him the best, probably like Tom Ford, or Chanel Coromandel.

Daisuke— Fresh, Playful, Tropical.

Daisuke is a youngster and he knows where the heats at, he most likely keeps up with trends and what's the latest move, but he obviously wouldn't smell like the freaking Italian mafia or a rich grandpa from the suburbs.

On his own Daisuke smells citrusy, hints of coconut and fresh mints. ( He secretly smokes and chews bubblegum to cover up the smell ) he'd smell like fresh soap and shampoo because he'd definitely be up in the taking care of his looks and hygiene game to impress the ladies.

He doesn't have problems buying expensive perfumes like Tom ford, sauvage, Versace, but tropical events would suit him the most like Creed Royal, Hermes or Tommy Bahama

[ramshacklerumble]

Party at Ramshackle..? For…who…?

Set to Home Screen: Sit with me.

Home Transition 1: I haven't had a birthday since I was a kid, I hated them. No, this is different. It's nice.

Home Transition 2: Here. We made a bunch of rock candy at the Science Club. Mine are the pink ones.

Home, after login: The guys worked really hard to make Ramshackle look good, come see.

✨NEW ✨ Home Transition (Groovification): Ace’s birthday is two days after mine. He’s trying to convince Riddle to hold an unbirthday party tomorrow.

Tap Home 1: Deuce bought me a new journal. Looks fancy, like a tough field journal with a waterproof pen. He noticed my old one falling apart, I guess...

Tap Home 2: Got a big prickly pear cactus from Jack. He looked at me weird when I said I like'em grilled.

Tap Home 3: Ortho gave me my own Duel Beasts deck since I always borrow from his cards when we play. He has a ultra rare for me, but I gotta beat him first.

Tap Home 4: Epel carried in a huge crate of apple cider. Uh, for me. Not the party. I drink it by the bottle.

Tap Home 5: Kingsley and Sebek both gave me books on flora across Twisted Wonderland, but at different times. They can be so similar sometimes. ...Don't tell them that.

✨NEW ✨Tap Home (Groovification): I’m smiling? Yeah, I do that sometimes.

DUO MAGIC: You got this for me, Grim? / A good boss'gotta take good care of his henchie sometimes!

tag list:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @blithesharem @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@felix-cant-ski @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade (dm to be added)

[claraswritings]

I saw a tiktok of a man who was a chef and made his wife a recipe each week with whatever food the baby was the size of.

that’s so Luca but desserts because he’s a pastry chef

S C R E A M I N G. That is Luca for real 😭.

This was meant to be a blurb but became a full fic.

Pairing: Chef Luca x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, pure absolute fluff, probable inaccurate food choices- if you can’t eat any of these whilst pregnant, pretend you can. Luca would not make you sick. I am just an idiot. I used a mix of results on google for the size and they all say different things so might not be 100% accurate.

ALSO The baby is a girl because Luca gives me girl dad energy. He’d want all girls. Actually he’d PREFER girls because he is a massive green flag. Fight me.

“Luca babe, the baby is the size of a blueberry!” You showed him the app on your phone. “Isn’t that cute!”

This app had become your obsession. You’d found out you were pregnant at 4 weeks (poppy seed) and made an occasion out of it. Each week you’d open the app and tell Luca how big your little baby was. You’d always hold the app with the picture over your stomach and coo at it.

He found it adorable how excited you’d get and how you’d call the baby little proceeded by whichever seed or fruit it was this week.

“That’s adorable, my love.” Luca responded and kissed you, kissed your stomach. “Our baby blueberry”

***

At work it was all he could think about, his baby, a little blueberry in your womb and before he knew it, he’d drawn up a new dessert and was packing it up. This wasn’t for the menu or for noma. This was all for you and his little baby blueberry.

He presented it to you when he arrived home that afternoon, grinning proudly.

“Blueberry tart with vanilla cream,blueberry sorbet and wild water mint. For my blueberry”

You’d of course cried as the baby hormones were playing havoc with your emotions. Luca, your darling, sweet, perfect Luca had instantly panicked and worried he’d set off your sickness and was at your side asking if it was the taste or the smell or something and offering to go out and get you anything you needed.

You’d sobbed and clung to him and when the tears had subsided, you’d told him it was the sweetest thing and you loved it.

He’d even smeared the cream into a heart and walked back from noma rather than risk it getting dented in the car or on a bus or train, which set you off again.

How could he be so perfect, so doting, so affectionate and so yours.

Luca had kissed you, grinned at how adorable your tears were and insisted he fed it to you on the deck of the boat under the stars.

****

The next week, the little blueberry had become a little raspberry and Luca brought home a whole batch of raspberry danishes. A classic pastry staple but you’d loved it all the same.

It was followed a grape syrup mousse for week nine which Luca spoon fed you in bed. A sticky date pudding when the tenth week rolled around. Week eleven was a lime pandan cake and for your twelve week scan when the baby had reached the size of a plum, Luca spent hours creating a spiced plum clafoutis, which he closed down the restaurant early to present to you.

Each dessert was so lovingly made and Luca began to love the challenge of creating a new dessert and even downloaded the app on his own phone so he could find out too.

After a kiwi sorbet on the thirteenth week fed to you as you walked along the canal and the honey roasted peach with almonds in the park for the fourteenth, Luca managed to convince you to delete the app and let him surprise you with the baby size. You were only all too happy to give up the app, if it meant your lovely Luca getting to surprise you.

By the fifteenth week, he’d laboured an extra two hours one evening to bring you home the first surprise size; Spiced poached pears with hot chocolate and pepper sauce. With anyone else, their husband working later whilst they were pregnant would have been an annoyance that they were working when they should have been painting the babies room or building a cot but with Luca, you fell more and more in love with him with every dessert. You knew whatever he was working on would be extra special. He loved you, loved the bump.

The sixteenth week brought avocado bars that you’d store in the fridge and end up snacking on for the rest of the week. You didn’t usually like avocado but as if your baby knew, you began craving it like crazy. Luca was apprehensive when the avocado picture popped up, nervous about this weeks dessert being based around a food you were never too keen on, but when he’d given you the tray of them you’d greeted him and the bars with the same enthusiasm as you had every other week.

Week seventeen brought a naval orange parfait served to you as Luca painted the spare room on the boat in a beautiful soft yellow. A perfect neutral for your baby. He’d built a cot by hand too and kept pausing to kiss you to thank you for the baby.

As week eighteen rolled around he’d presented you with a white chocolate pomegranate dessert and on that same day, you’d discovered the sketch book.

If he wasn’t a chef, you’d have sworn he could have been an artist. He’d drawn landscapes of Nyhaven or drawn colourful pretty flowers or feathers for you to get tattooed or doodles that would wind up as one of his own tattoos. Sometimes, he’d drawn you. Soft hair over your face as you slept, the curve of your now prominent bump that he’d talk to every night and kiss every morning before work.

Luca had always told you he was no good at school, bunked off too much to be good with Maths or English or Science, but with how precise, perfect, passionate he was about baking you knew he had to have had a creative soul so it was no surprise his art was almost as beautiful as his desserts.

In his newest sketchbook, he’d had drawn every dessert before making it. Perfect, beautiful artist style drawings and next to each one he’d dated it and written the week and the fruit and how many days until your due date.

“Luca” you bit your lip looking down at the sketch book.

“What is it darling?” He’d been busy working in your kitchen on week nineteen. From the smell that lingered on his skin and in the kitchen, you knew it would be one of your favourites. Mango.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay, my love?”

He’d placed down the bowl and rushed the length of the houseboat to tilt your chin up to look at him with one hand and place the other on your growing bump. He was shirtless, plaid pajama pants hanging sinfully low on his hips. You could see one of the many matching tattoos you shared scattered over his side. His vows to you down his left.

His eyes fell on the notebook and he ducked his head, blush dusting over his cute freckled cheeks. You loved when you could see his freckles, and your head instantly went to picturing a little baby with freckles just like him.

“Spoilers darling” he reached for the book. “We are putting these in a baby book when they’re born”

Needing him there and then, you caught his arm and pulled him down for a long lingering kiss, pressing up on tiptoes to meet him half way.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous Luca.”

You stated before you pressed up on tiptoes and pulled him down into a long, lingering kiss.

“Need to kiss you”

His hand tangled up in your hair and his tongue pressed lazily against yours.

“And you’re so beautiful with my baby inside you” he muttered into your mouth.

God, he was even supporting you on tiptoes one handed, another strong muscular arm around your waist.

You continued like that. A soft intimate make out session, you pressed against him until week nineteens mango bavarois with your favourite passionfruit compote was ready and Luca would pick you up in his toned strong arms like you weren’t several months pregnant, sit you on the counter, stand between your legs and kiss between spoons of it.

***

“Remember at your scan last week, we put the gender in an envelope?” Luca asked you as you walked through the city on your twentieth week.

You remembered and tilted your head. “Yeah I remember…”

“So baby is the length of a banana…or a carrot” Luca explained and then paused. “I have a lovely surprise for you, my darling…I’ve asked one of the chefs to make this weeks. Banana for a boy or erm…carrot for a girl” he smiled softly.

“Like a dessert gender reveal?” You asked, a little smile playing on your lips. He was so thoughtful. That was so Luca and you loved it

“Yeah see, I wanted to keep doing your desserts and I thought it would be a really amazing way to reveal babies gender.”

“Luca you are such a dork, I love you”

Luca broke out into a lob sided grin

“He’s delivering it to the boat today. I know what you’d be like if I picked it up, you’d tease me and ask if I peeked.”

“I know you wouldn’t peek!” You exclaimed “You said you wanted us to find out together!”

“I do darling and we will…soon”

That night, Luca went all out. He lit candles, set up the table and gave you a back rub before his chef dropped off the

“They’re here my love.” Luca said as he turned, two plates with a dome each covering “don’t worry, it’s not twins” he smiled and you rolled your eyes at his playful joke.

“If it was you’d be making me double the desserts!”

He laughed and kissed you before placing yours down and then his.

“What do you want Luca?” You asked him and noticed the blush dusting over his cheeks

“I, uh, really don’t mind, my love…” Luca said but he’d always been a terrible liar and you could tell he had a preference. “Remember darling, banana for a boy and carrot for a girl. On three okay?” He said calmly although you could tell his heart was racing.

You counted down together and lifted the dome lids

“Oh!”

Before you on the plate was an expertly crafted carrot and buckwheat cake, so well designed that you could tell this chef had learnt from Luca.

“Baby girl” was written on each plate.

“Darling…it’s a girl!” Luca looked up at you so full of love, his beautiful soft blue eyes wet and gentle, his smile soft and filled with love. “It’s a girl!” He instantly came over to your side, “a baby girl” he kissed you sweetly and then dropped to his knees and kissed your bump. “Hello my little darling.” He repeated. “I already love you so much, I love you both”

Luca got up, linking your hands and kissed you again over and over before helping you up and leading you to the bedroom where he lay you on the bed and lavished you with love.

“I wanted a girl.” He whispered into your neck later that night “thank you so much for my baby”

“Knew it” you said back as you pulled him back against you.

****

Finding out the gender made it all the more real. All the beautiful that desserts that came in the form of coconut press, followed by a grapefruit pannacotta. Luca, of course, made sure it was a pink grapefruit to symbolise the baby girl.

It was the following week that you first felt the baby kick. In the previous weeks, there’d been flutters here and there but nothing too noticeable.

“I know you must be so uncomfortable my love and please don’t think I’m selfish…” he said as he rubbed your calves on a seat on the boat as you balanced a bowl of papaya cake on your bump. “But you look so beautiful pregnant, I adore the bump”

“You’re obsessed with the bump” you laughed playfully.

Your bump had well and truly popped. It had gone from looking a little pregnant to looking well and truly pregnant. Luca had, as you’d expected, became completely obsessed with the bump.

“Can you blame me? It’s my little baby in there. My little papaya.” He patted it lightly and the bowl wobbled.

“Luca!” You laughed steadying the bowl.

“That wasn’t me that time!” He squeezed your calf and then it dawned on him.

“Was that?” His blue eyes lit up meeting yours and you nodded.

“Think so.” You nodded and quickly lifted the bowl off your bump and put his hand over it, placing yours over his. It was unmistakable this time. The baby kicking.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour of you just sitting like that.

“Love…” Luca’s eyes began tearing up and you leant forward to wipe them. “That’s our baby in there. Our baby. My little baby” Luca rubbed his hand back and forward over, the fondest, most reverent expression on his face as the baby kicked again.

“Maybe she’ll grow up to be a footballer.” Luca said a little hopefully. “Future Lioness captain” he remarked causing you to start laughing.

That was so Luca. He’d never push the kid but of course that would be his first thought.

“Let’s let her finish cooking and start walking before you sign her up to football clubs in Copenhagen okay?”

Luca put his head gently over the bump speaking directly to it. “I already love you so much.” He kissed it before he rose and kissed you “And I’ve loved you my whole life.”

****

The last few weeks seemed to fly through in a mix of desserts including pineapple upside down cake, cantaloupe roll, and candied pumpkin.

You’d picked a name and the babies nursery was all but set. Luca had reassured you that; no it absolutely was not silly to want an ocean waves noises machine despite that you lived on a boat and yes you had the overnight bag packed for weeks. Luca being perfect Luca had even packed a spare one he’d taken to keeping in the car so he’d never need to run back to boat and leave you if you were to go into labour at any time.

It was the night before your due date, you sat with Luca on your boat, lying back against him, head on his chest as he had one hand on your bump and using the other to gently toy with the ends of your hair. Millefeuille with a mix of watermelon and melon rested on your legs.

“Hey” you tipped your head back on against him.“Baby might be here tomorrow.” You whispered low and quiet in the evening “Scared?”.

“Nah.” Luca shook his head “It’s my baby with my darling. Feels like everything is finally falling into place, like it’s the one additional perfect thing we needed.”

Luca would have thought he’d be terrified.

He didn’t know how to be a parent after all. His own father had dipped when he was three. After that there’d been his mums boyfriend James from when he was five to nine. He’d been a nice guy from what he remembered but eventually they’d split too. “Uncle James” had promised to still take Luca and his sister out but eventually the contact dwindled down and it was just the odd Arsenal game or a card on Christmas and eventually even that stopped and then eventually Luca hadn’t seen him since he was eleven.

So it was even to his own surprise that he wasn’t nervous. Not at all. To Luca, you carrying a baby that was his just made sense.

“I just know in my heart this is so right for us” He said, a look of love in his eyes “I love this baby and they’re not even here yet and you know I loved you the moment I met you…Loving you…having this baby with you is the most natural thing I’ve ever felt.”

He leant forward and stole a kiss from your tilted lips.

“I can’t wait my love.”

****

[ghosttownryder]

haha i just finished my secret santa(s) event and now making it about the twst freshies!! for those who don't know what it is, it's a secret gift giving game. usually it is done with your irl friends, however you can host an online session with artists/writers :]

yuu is the one hosting for the festivities and approaching winter break holiday coming up. christmas probably doesn't exist in twst but in yuu's world it did, so they're bringing it over to celebrate with the other first years!! (i mean winter break does exist so they're utilizing that)

read more below !! vv

of course, none of the first years have ever heard of this game. once yuu explains the rules of the game, the freshies are interested to see what the others are going to get for them. is it going to be awful? or is it going to be really good and they can't be outdone like that? unfortunately grim and yuu are too broke to participate so they'll (read: yuu) be organizers and handle any questions or arising situations.

after writing everyone's names, shuffling it, and handing each slip of paper one by one, it's mainly 2 types of reactions: obvious or poker-faced. yuu quickly gets their attention to organize the time and to prevent the others from peeking into each other's paper; they settle on giving gifts before they are whisked off to winter break, back in their own homes.

minor issue: they forgot to impose a budget. oh well, it was a minimum spending budget anyway.

fast forward to a day before everyone's scheduled to leave through the darkness mirror, and yuu hears a knock on the door. sebek is the first to arrive, followed with ortho and jack right on time, and epel a mere moment later. ace and deuce arrive a little bit late.

ramshackle's not entirely too festive in yuu's opinion, but with DIY crafts, it's the best they and grim can do. yuu notices how some presents are wrapped nicely while others... there certainly was an attempt! it's endearing to see the effort put into it though.

and without further ado, grim decides to pick on someone to make them go first. a few laughing, scuffles, and a lot of unwrapping presents later, the freshies all present what they got!

ace -> limited queen of hearts collector's edition card deck along with the regular edition (from ortho) ace was shocked because he tried to get his hands on it before but failed and gave up

deuce -> crochet bunny and chick (from sebek) deuce thought of it as him and his mom and nearly teared up

jack -> a mountain load of apple-pear granola bars + its recipe (from epel) jack immediately unwrapped a bar to eat it in literally two chomps

epel -> high quality applewood roasted beef jerky in different flavors (from jack) epel was fighting demons to not rip into it right there and then

ortho -> intriquitely designed clock (from deuce) ortho got curious of its mechanics and detailing and got analyzing

sebek -> warm customized pj set + bathrobe (from ace) sebek really enjoyed the set's texture, quite a luxury

yuu's really happy for the 1st years, but they all surprise yuu back with presents of their own! they gifted yuu something similar to their own giftees.

Ace -> customized pj set + throw blanket (where he got yuu's measurements is a mystery) (he asked rook)

deuce -> working clock that doesn't require much maintenance and doesn't break often

Jack -> a lot of non-perishable food

epel -> a harveston cookbook, boxes of apples, and a handful of apple-pear granola bars

ortho -> straight up appliances like a toaster, microwave, heater, etc.

sebek -> crochet plushies--mainly a cat, hen, and mouse. (cat for grim, hen because my yuu's named chicken in the game, and mouse for mickey (he doesnt know))

incredibly touched, yuu is happy that they thought of them while going shopping. they weren't even aware the freshies would do this! at ramshackle, there's nothing but fun festivities and the holiday spirit (not the ramshackle ghosts)!

[sunarots]

BETTER THAN REVENGE! ━━━ tooru oikawa & rintarou suna

18. say it ♡

cw. implied sex

You lay back on the grass in Kuro's back garden, staring up at the stars in the sky as he plays the finished album through a speaker. You balance your half-full cup on your stomach, where it will stay until you decide you want another sip. For now, you just want to stay with Rin's arm beneath you, his side pressed against yours.

Kenma and Atsumu are sat trying to decide what flavour to put in their vapes next, Atsumu scolding Kenma whenever he tries to convince him to use the pear flavour he's yet to try. Kuro sits near them, trying to keep his cigarette lit for as long as possible so he doesn't have to go find a new lighter.

Rin looks longingly at the cup just out of reach from him, desperate for another drink yet finding that he doesn't want to have to move. Instead, he hopes that just by looking at it he might be able to get some of the alcohol into his body. Turning his head back to stare at the sky, he can hear you quietly humming along to the songs playing through the speakers. A small smile starts to tug at the corners of his lips.

Sighing, you raise the cup from its spot on your stomach and prop yourself up on one of your elbows, chugging it in its entirety. You consider going back inside to pour yourself another drink, or immediately lying back down with Rin so you don't have to go without his warmth. However, before you can make the decision, his arm has moved from behind you and he's shuffled away from you.

You use your free hand to push yourself up, waving the cup when you spot Kuro looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You step up onto the decking and through the open glass door, walking straight ahead to the kitchen island where he laid out all the drinks and a cocktail shaker that hasn't been used since he bought it. Yet, he insists on taking it out every time because it makes him look classy.

You set down the cup and scan over the bottles in front of you, deciding to pour yourself the same as last time. Before you can swap the booze in your hand for the mixer, a hand is placed on top of yours and carefully takes the bottle away. You look back at Rin, who's pouring himself the same as you.

"I think...we're fucking geniuses," Rin says quietly, flashing you a wide smile as he pours in more alcohol than mixer.

You match his expression, passing him the juice before saying, "Oh, I know we are." He laughs, topping up his drink.

You pick up your cup and take a sip, resting your back against the counter. You can't fight fluttering in your stomach, nor the tingling when his arm brushes yours.

"Can I... Can I talk to you about something?" Rin's voice is soft, careful to not startle you. He waits for you to nod your head before he turns to fully face you, taking a long drink before setting it on the island. "I... I think I'm in love with you."

You turn your head to look at him, scanning over his face. He waits patiently for your response, his finger drawing a pattern on the counter beside him. "I know," you whisper, feeling your cheeks beginning to warm. "Me too."

The corners of his mouth tug upwards into a slight smile, picking up his cup that he'd placed. "Say it."

Raising an eyebrow at him, you watch as he takes a sip of his drink. "What?"

"Say it, or I'm not gonna believe you," he repeats with a small smirk, shrugging his shoulders.

You take in a deep breath and try to fight the heat rushing to your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, Rin." You manage to get it out without breaking eye contact with him.

Rin downs what he's just poured into his cup, discarding it behind him. You copy his actions, dumping the cup in the trash behind you. His hands cup your cheeks, pushing your hair out of the way before pulling you closer to him.

When his lips touch yours, everything around you stops. All that matters to you is him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, fully pressed up against him. He tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, something you know will linger forever. His hands drop from your cheeks, leaving a trail of fire across every part of you he touches.

His hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you on the counter. You flinch away from him when something behind you shatters, one of the empty glass bottles knocked onto the floor. Rin fights back his laugh, his hand in front of his mouth.

"What the-"

You peer past Rin with your legs still around his waist, giving Kuro a sheepish smile as he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Rin starts laughing even harder as you hide your face in his chest, an attempt to avoid any scolding from the host.

"Are you kidding me? No, get off the counter!" he exclaims, shoving a finger in your direction. "You are not fucking in my kitchen! Animals! Go out to your car. Now!"

Rin looks back at you in amusement, glancing in the direction of the front door as a way of asking if you wanted to. You nod your head and go to push yourself off the counter, his arm around your waist stopping you. He lifts you up and over his shoulder, ignoring you as you try to convince him to put you down. He holds you tightly by the legs, looking over his shoulder and shouting a goodbye to Kuro.

"Rin! Put me down! I'm gonna fall!"

He sets you down by his car and looks at you with offence, a hand on his chest. "Have I ever let you down before?" When you don't respond, he smiles a little more. "Then trust me. You won't fall if I'm near you, babe. That's a promise."

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summary. as a world-famous singer, everyone knows everything about all of your relationships. namely, your renowned on-again/off-again relationship with one tooru oikawa. it’s hard not to when every song you write is about him. but no one truly knows all of the gory details of all your dirty breakups, except from the two of you. and after announcing in a drunken red-carpet interview that you never want to see his face again, everyone starts desperately searching for the truth behind your twisted relationship. and just when you think you can escape these rumours, in comes a job opportunity your band can’t turn down.

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[idiot-in-the-walls]

“Get in the Water” science of waves project I had to do for science class.

It was an art project showing how we understand how waves work, the CER (claim, evidence, reasoning) I did is under cut.

DON’T REPOST OR STEAL BTW. and I you repost, make sure you ask and that you mention me at least

My art connects to the wave process in two ways: the way in which I created it, and the wave it depicts. The process of painting utilizes a mechanical wave. Paint is the medium in which the energy of the painter moves onto the page. The painting itself pictures a mechanical wave, in the ocean, where water is the medium for transferring energy. In class, we learned that mechanical waves can travel in multiple ways. In slide four of the ‘Waves! (Pear Deck),’ it states that, ‘A painter needs paint to create a painting. Paint is the medium!’ I showed this by using the painting process with watercolor. I created this painting by transferring my energy through the medium of watercolors and alcohol markers to the paper. The paintbrush I used helped transfer the energy as well. The painting itself also represents a mechanical wave: a wave of water moving through the ocean. I chose to demonstrate this process by painting a picture depicting a scene from EPIC, a musical based on the Odyssey. In the song, ‘Get in the Water,’ the sea god Poseidon yells at the hero Odysseus to ‘get in the water,’ or else he will kill Odysseus’s wife and son. In nature, waves of energy from wind and gravity move through the medium of water. In my painting, the god Poseidon transfers his energy into an ocean wave at an attempt to end a mortal’s life. In this way, Poseidon is a symbol of nature. That is how my art connects to the wave process.

[silverseaming]

At the harbour there’s noise everywhere — hurried rushes of footsteps, snatches of conversation, the voices of street-sellers rising above the everyday din with cries of “Fresh whelks! Fresh whel—”, “Apples and pears! Fresh today!”, “Roses, sir, roses for your Mis—!”. Along the quayside cargo masters bark instructions to their men, and crates clatter earthward from the decks or are borne aloft on the shoulders of brawny dockers. Beneath it all is the sound of the shipyard, a constant beat of hammers that Kit can feel in his chest.

Kit pushes on through the crowds, buffeted along by the busy current of fellow humanity. He wishes dearly for the open fields or leafy avenues of Brindleton. There the air is sweet, not thick with the salty seaweed taste, the people don’t rush, don’t crowd together, shout, or jostle.

A journey of bumping shoulders and muttered apologies washes him up on the doorstep of The Lermond’s Cove company, as the modest brass plate beside the door proclaims. The building is smaller than the grand shipping offices, tucked on the end of the harbour frontage, but it’s smart enough, and offers welcome shelter from the bustle outside. A small bell rings above the door as Kit makes his way inside.

“Hello, sir.” The young woman greeting him sits behind a solitary desk, a large ledger arrayed in front of her. The frugality of the outside of the building is continued on the inside, with the only ornaments to the small room besides its occupant being a few framed charts and maps. The whole arrangement gives the impression of being newly established. “How can I help you?”

“I, er, have an appointment with Mr Allen,” Kit says, suddenly abashed.

After checking an entry in the ledger, the young woman gestures down the hallway.

“It’s the first door on the left, sir.”

Making his way to the indicated door, Kit hesitates a second before knocking. He can hardly turn back now, with the secretary watching in the entryway.

His knock is answered by a curt “Enter.”

The man behind the desk rises to greet Kit, extending a hand over the tabletop. He’s smartly dressed, in a well-made suit of the latest fashion. The clothes look new — too new, perhaps. The thick callouses beneath Kit’s hand betray the lifetime of hard work that the suit tries hard to erase.

“Fred Allen,” The man says, by way of introduction. Releasing Kit’s hand, he gestures to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. “You must be Calloway.”

“That’s right, sir. As I said in my letter, Mr Miller up in Brindleton heard you might have opportunities going for someone willing to sell their crop.”

“Well, he heard correctly, I guess, though I have to say I wasn’t expecting anyone round here so soon. How’s about you tell me what set up you’ve got going, and then I’ll think about it?” says Allen.

“I’ve got about two-hundred acres just outside Brindleton, wheat and potatoes mainly. Only took over two years ago, but the last two harvests have done well.” Kit picks at a loose thread at the edge of his jacket, wishing he hadn’t done his collar up so tightly.

“You got any hands, or is it a one man show?” Allen asks as he sifts through a stack of papers, running a finger down a column of figures.

“Just me at the moment, sir, but some of the local lads help out around harvest. There’s room for expansion, though, if we come to an agreement.”

“Hm.” Allen seems to be considering, rubbing a large hand across his coarse chin. The more Kit looks at him, the more he struggles to see the businessman through the farmer — or is it sailor? At any rate, Allen’s tanned skin and deep crow’s feet speak of a life that, until recently, was spent working out of doors. The tailored clothes seem almost like a costume. It’s reassuring, perhaps, to know that Allen would understand something of the toil put into producing the crop.

Eventually Allen reaches the end of his deliberations with a great sigh.

“Look, son, I won’t pretend this isn’t somewhat of a cowboy venture, and that I haven’t got as much capital to be free with as certain larger companies. But I think we understand each other, and on account of your being the first to come and see me, I’m willing to give you an offer. I’ll take half your next wheat harvest, and I’ll give you two dollars a bushel if you’re willing to shake on it now.”

“I’m more than willing, sir, thank you,” Kit says. There’s a weight that’s lifted from his shoulders with Allen’s words, the anxious knot in his stomach loosening a little. Somehow, he’s managed to grab hold of the life ring thrown to him, and for a minute the hard work of hauling to shore can be forgotten.

Arriving home that night, dusty from the road, Kit feels lighter than he has done in months. For once he looks at the farm and sees it as something beautiful, rather than a never-ending source of work. There’s a little moonlight dappling through the trees, outlining the farmhouse against the night sky behind it.

For a moment, he leans against the fence of the cow-pen, taking slow lungfuls of the cool night air. Then he turns towards the house, and the faint glow behind the front door that draws his weary feet over the threshold.

Meg’s standing at the kitchen table, placing the finishing touches on a freshly baked cake. From the untidy tendrils of hair she keeps trying to blow from her face and the flour down her apron, it’s been a hard-fought battle with the sponge. The weak firelight from the stove behind her casts her in a rosy glow, and oh, it’s enough to knock the air from Kit’s chest.

“You’re up late,” he murmurs, giving into the urge to take her in his arms. Her body is warm against his, and she smells slightly of strawberry jam.

“I had to remake the sponge,” Meg sighs, finally pushing the finished cake away and leaning into his touch. “And I split the cream. It’s all a horrible mess.”

“Well hang the cake then, because I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.” Gently Kit spins her round to face him, pulling her close.

“I take it your meeting went well?” She smiles.

“I think so. He’ll take half of next year’s wheat, and for a good price as well.”

“Oh, you wonderful man,” Meg says softly.

Kit’s reply is to lean down and kiss her. Even though he’s only been gone a day, it feels like he’s waited months for that kiss, for Meg’s hands on his shoulders and lips on his. Without thinking, he lifts her onto the table, hands finding her waist and hair.

“Christopher James Calloway, if you want to carry on with this nonsense then you will unhand me and let me clear up before we go upstairs!” Meg pulls away, trying to sound cross, but the barely concealed laughter rather ruins the effect. “I love you very much, but I will not ruin this cake for you.”

“Consider me told,” Kit laughs.

[benifataliti]

thinking about transfem hunter post WAD becoming the kind of girl to love jewelry

like, hunter was always forced to be the simplest minimalist ever, right? because bla bla bla child neglect bla bla material pleasures bla bla bla

but what about post WAD?

her mamá buys her gold. actual, real gold. at first, a bangle. then, a necklace. some rings. bracelets. then, when hunter starts looking at luz's ears with a little too much yearning, she gets her some custom-made gold clip-on earring (because hunter still isn't ready for piercings. dw, she'll get there eventually and they can melt the gold back <3)

hunter doesn't leave the house without jewelry. she could be in a stained shirt and jeans, but she'll have some bit of gold on her. that first bangle she got never leaves her wrist. ever.

then, she gets into other gems and jewels. she loves pearls. natural pearls, from the sea, discolored and slanted. she wears simple pears earrings that bring out her natural flush.

whenever anyone asks her what she wants (for her birthday/solstice/whatever), she always flusters and looks away, stammering that there's no need to get her anything. luz usually arranges for everyone to pile their snails together to get her a new piece of jewelry

just,,, thinking about hunter being decked out. when people ask who hunter is, she isn't "the golden guard", but just "the girl who likes gold" <3

[omgpurplefattie]

first lines meme

Thanks for the tag, @momosandlemonsoda.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

I'm going in reverse chronological order, so most the recent will be first.

The Seagull and the Turtle (Conclave 2024)

The cats of Rome had witnessed humans doing bizarre things for a long time; sometimes as housecats, sometimes as ferals that lived in the ruins and the abandoned gardens, or watched the humans while perched on roofs. This is not their story.

Wie die Blagen (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

Eines Tages erschien ein Lotuskübel auf dem hinteren Deck des Lotuswagens, wo Li Lianhua sonst seine Pflanzen zog und seine Hochbeete pflegte.

The World of the Morning After (Word of Honor)

Ye Baiyi could have sworn he’d fallen asleep on a bolster of lilac brocade; when he woke in the wintery pre-dawn, there was a living, breathing person beneath his cheek.

No Discussion Needed (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

"There are two men in your bed!!" Di Feisheng hid his head under the blankets. Before Li Lianhua's return, nobody would have dared invade the Lotus Lodge at the ass-crack of dawn and screech accusations.

Cherish the Day (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

The second year after they had found him, Li Lianhua had to spend the anniversary of the East Sea Battle in his pod.

Scaredy Cat (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

Li Lianhua was sitting on the front porch of the Lotus Lodge comforting his cat when he felt what might be the first onset of one of his monumental headaches. He hadn't had one of those in the months since he had returned from Nanyin with silver hair, a cowardly Indian hunting cat and not enough explanations for his men who had grieved him for three years, so that would be one more thing they would demand a reckoning for.

Welcome to the Lotus Cat Café and Yarn Shop (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

Of all his recent achievements, Li Lianhua was the proudest of having learned to Tunisian crochet. Knitting was easy; crocheting was probably even easier. Cats came absolutely naturally to him, and making coffee and baking? Eh, you just had to follow the recipe. Trust the process. One of his favourite tee-shirts showed a lotus flower with the slogan TRUST THE PROCESS, and he had a large sign of it in the yarn room where he would advise customers about their projects. Trust the process; follow the instructions until the pattern emerged. Never keep the yarn too tight, and never try to second-guess yourself.

Come-Back (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

It was a warm night in late summer, shortly after qixi festival, in the third year after Li Lianhua had left them standing by the shore of the East Sea.

A Very Lotus Autumn (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

"You're not serious!" Li Lianhua declared when Fang Duobing offered him his bargain. "This is what farmers and markets are for. Division of labour. Professional agriculture as the base of a nation's wealth. The invention of civilisation by the gods, handing the knowledge to mankind so we could prosper." He stared at the pond. It was brown and ominous.

The Pear Blossom Wedding (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

It was their last evening in their courtyard at the Argyrokeles colony; most of their belongings were already packed up, but the big lotus pot with the tiny seedlings from Artemisia was still soaking up the last of the evening sun, with the red aloe vera from Jin Mantang’s bungalow sitting on the rim, like a watchful lapdog. He hadn’t talked about it with Li Lianhua, but Fang Duobing suspected that the pot was much more important than it looked. All that talk about old pots -- and then the captain brought a pot as the only keepsake from the case.

I'll just tag ten random people from my list:

@atthelamppost @evergardenwall @thatswhatsushesaid @bettercostume @lena221bee @fealiniel @la-muerta @tirlaeyn @yletylyf @neverwalka1one

Only if you want to, of course!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Beautiful Victorian Italianate in McMahons Point, NSW, Australia has 4bds, 3ba, and it's going up for auction. The estimated price is $1,125,600. It was renovated in 2006.

The lovely home is built around a courtyard/patio.

The elegant living room has a wonder open view of the courtyard.

The dining room has a large opening plus a glass wall, so it's visible from the living room. There's also an original fireplace.

The kitchen is very large and very white. A large glass wall with sliders opens to the courtyard.

Stairs wrap around a mirrored elevator.

Photo of the table on the patio. I wonder if they show that pear painting b/c they're leaving it. It does go well under the stairs.

All of the large glass walls open. This one has folding doors. It looks like a family room/sun room combination.

And, the sun room wall opens to a wooden deck.

I like how every room opens to an outdoor space and how private it is.

A large primary bedroom opens to a 2-tier deck.

A large white en-suite bath has large brown tiles for some contrast.

Bright child's room has a window seat and a terrace.

Beautiful view of Berry's Bay from the terrace.

The upper level rooms have high ceilings with some stone embellishments.

Here's a large home office. I wonder if the red cabinet is a built-in. Looks like it is.

Here's a large wine cellar.

Plus a 2 car garage with stone and built-in shelving.

Views of the bridge.

And, the skyline.

From above you can see the various open patios and decks. The land measures 317m² \ 3,412 sq ft.

https://www.realestate.com.au/property-house-nsw-mcmahons+point-146483828?