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moodandmist · 4 months
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Friends. Friends. I’ve done it. Achieved the thing I’ve been working at for a year and a half. I’ve finished writing the end to Depth of Reason.
It still needs to go through a beta read and final edits but it should be published soon. I’m adding 16k between the last chapter and a surprise epilogue. I still can’t believe I’ve reached the end. It’ll be 70k when all is said and done. So, to celebrate my last WIP posting for this fic, you’re getting two snippets (much more than six sentences 😆)
“You’re the one trying to one up me, Snow.”
I run my hands through his hair. “You have to call me Simon when you’re talking about loving me.”
He kisses my neck and leaves his face there when he says, “It isn’t easy being vulnerable.”
“I know,” I say softly. “But I’m still going to ask.”
He sighs before pulling back to look at me properly. “I love you, Simon.”
I kiss him sweetly.
“Love you, too, Pitch!” I say, before pinching his sides relentlessly.
He squeals and squirms up the bed. “Treachery! Betrayal!” I laugh so hard my sides ache.
He hooks a leg around me and flips us, pining me to the bed so fast I’m almost dizzy with the change of position. He’s sitting astride me now, and he’s got my arms locked firmly in his fingers, my fists pressed against the headboard. It’s kind of hot, the way he has me at his mercy. He smirks down at me.
“Say it,” he purrs.
I swallow and I don’t miss the fact that his eyes flick to my throat when I do.
“I love you, Baz,” I say in a husky voice that seems to have come from nowhere. “I love you so—”
He captures my mouth before I can finish.
And one more:
When we get to the courtroom, all eyes turn to us when we enter. I’m heartened to see Baz’s parents and aunt sitting in the seats behind the defence, along with a few other familiar faces. Gran is sitting next to Daphne, she smiles at us as we walk up the middle aisle. Nico is next to Fiona, his tongue running along his teeth. I wonder if it bothers him, being in this room that I imagine is full of bad memories for him.
Trixie is there, too. She places a fist over her heart and nods to Baz, a twinkle in her eye. Baz’s cousin, Dev is there too, next to their friend Niall. Even Mr Minos, Miss Possibelf and Coach Mac, which is impressive considering it's a Monday in November. Headmistress Bunce couldn’t make it, but she sent Penny a very lovely email to pass on to Baz, wishing him the best of luck. I hope he feels bolstered, having all of these people here supporting him. I hope he knows that he’s not alone in this.
Y’all. I made it. Thank you to @fatalfangirl who will be marathoning through a beta read and who has been there with me since day 1. What a champ. Thank you to @toonysart who chose to do art for this fic way back when it was a mere concept for COBB. Your art still brings me so much joy. Thank you to everyone who has followed this fic. You made writing and sharing a wonderful experience.
Tags and love ands happy Sunday 💛 @fatalfangirl @toonysart @whatevertheweather @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @raenestee @moodandmist @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @onepintobean @bookish-bogwitch @rimeswithpurple @prettygoododds @orange-peony @forabeatofadrum @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @run-for-chamo-miles @nightimedreamersworld @youarenevertooold @valeffelees @hushed-chorus
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moodandmist · 4 months
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Hello friends, and the happiest of Sundays to you!
The day started strong and I wrote so much and now I'm drained and can't string a sentence together, so I'm tapping out and offering up a small bit for Bait and Switch, featuring one of my very favorite elements of the whole Carry On universe: Oblivious!Simon.
I’m picturing him in Ibiza. Fucking Ibiza. Laying on a white-sand beach by a bright blue sea. He’d burn to a crisp in a second under that sun. Must be under an umbrella. I can see it perfectly, his smug face smooth and relaxed. Wouldn’t have his hair slicked down at the beach, I’ll bet. Might put it up the way he does when he plays football. Or maybe he’d just push it back when it was wet. Can't see him just laying around with wet hair, though, it’d drip into his shirt. Maybe not wearing a shirt, then. Yeah, I mean…yeah. He wouldn’t be wearing a shirt. On a beach. In Ibiza. He’s not in Ibiza.
Tags under the cut!
@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @moodandmist @iamamythologicalcreature @run-for-chamo-miles @whogaveyoupermission @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @aristocratic-otter @alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @youarenevertooold @ileadacharmedlife
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moodandmist · 4 months
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Hello all! Have an update on Simon.
Thank you to @nausikaaa for tagging me!
I realize that most are busy with the @carryon-countdown but here are some tags as just a way to say hi:
@aristocratic-otter @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @confused-bi-queer @thewholelemon @prettygoododds @martsonmars @cutestkilla @skeedelvee @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whogaveyoupermission @mostlymaudlin @raenestee @gekkoinapeartree @ionlydrinkhotwater @wolfywordweaver @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @kohatenz @foolofabookwyrm @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @stardustasincocaine @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @krisrix or any of the other talented an amazing people in this fandom!
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moodandmist · 5 months
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Happy end of daylight savings, apparently! And happy Sunday or whatever.
I actually have a little CORB sampling today (go figure), but also it's a part I'm not at all certain is going to be anything. I kind of like it though, so lest it go nowhere, it shall go here.
I laugh. Bitterly. “If I had the power to send Snow into a gay panic, I would have used it already.” “Have you tried?” My throat closes up for a moment—my next breath struggles through as a choking snort. It’s undignified. (None of this is dignified. I haven’t felt dignity in weeks.) Moreover, it’s moronic. I don’t need to try to throw Snow into a sexuality spiral to know it’s impossible, much the way I didn’t need to try to transmogrify into a bat to know that’s a myth. (I did try it, though. I think a bat would be fundamentally more comfortable in this coffin, and I’m delirious and I would like to flutter out the next time the lid is opened. Sue me.)
Tags under the cut <3
@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @bookish-bogwitch @iamamythologicalcreature @ivelovedhimthroughworse @forabeatofadrum @basiltonbutliketheherb @aristocratic-otter @rimeswithpurple @alexalexinii @youarenevertooold @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @nightimedreamersworld @run-for-chamo-miles @ileadacharmedlife
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moodandmist · 5 months
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A tender What's Left inspired smut for @cutestkilla to pry her away from work.
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moodandmist · 5 months
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Inktober Day 15 ⁘ Dagger
“There are some personal effects,” Dr. Wellbelove says, “furnishings. His wand and sword, a collection of daggers—”
“I don’t want them.”
–Any Way The Wind Blows, @rainbowrowell
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moodandmist · 5 months
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I'm going to try a Sonic Sunday today!
I was doing a little practice recording for @caught-on-tape-fest and I thought I would share this outtake. I was toying around with accents and character voices, trying to figure out how I wanted to read it. Here’s a little of my attempt at a British accent that starts to turn...
I think technically I'm going Australian there, but whatever. Not British, is the point. I’m still not sure if I'll actually go the performance route. Might just wimp out and do my normal voice. Only time will tell.
Tagging @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @moodandmist @cutestkilla @sillyunicorn @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @whogaveyoupermission @artsyunderstudy @larkral @forabeatofadrum @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @youarenevertooold @thewholelemon @raenestee @iamamythologicalcreature @petrodobreva @shrekgogurt @hushed-chorus @nightimedreamersworld
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moodandmist · 5 months
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Waves wearily...
Thank you so much to all of the lovely people who've been tagging me, I really appreciate seeing your work and having you think of me. I know a couple of people also tagged me for the fic ask game going around, but as I only have two published fics, it felt a bit weird to play along. I'm very touched that you thought of me though!
There's been quite a bit of life happening, and so much less writing. Unless you count the two paragraphs of angst I added to my crack fic last night. I'm still not sure that I do, except it's what came out when I sat down. Maybe it's a reaction to life, and opening the crack fic was the wrong move. Maybe it will be all the better for the detour. Time will tell...
I have managed to record two fics though. One for the podfest, and another just because it's one of my favourite little one shots that never fails to make me smile. Hopefully it will make others smile too. Here's a little excerpt of that:
I rather foolishly did not record the title or intro, so I still need to do that, and I hope that I can get the sound quality to match. It's all a learning curve, and that is apparently a good thing 😊
It's a pretty late posting, so consider these tags for Wednesday, or just because you're all awesome...
@alexalexinii @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @leithillustration @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @shrekgogurt @simonsnowsfreckles @supercutedinosaurs @thewholelemon @valeffelees @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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moodandmist · 5 months
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Me, posting on a WIPsday twice in one week? Madness. Thank you for the tags today @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @shrekgogurt @martsonmars @wellbelesbian @j-nipper-95 @forabeatofadrum @nightimedreamersworld and @larkral.
I'm sitting on a whole lotta words for Chapter 3 of Hiding Out In The Open, but I'm not quite at the finish line. But you know, that means I have stuff to share, so that's good I guess. Anyway, some Simon POV. Where are they and what's happening? The spell might give you a hint… But yeah, no context:
I spin around, fist clenched and drawn back to strike, and— It’s Baz. “Enough, Snow.” He raises a judgmental eyebrow. (Because he’s never lured me into an ambush before.) “I’m not the Woodwose.” Could’ve fooled me, what with how he’s standing in the middle of a bush. Though I’m sure a wild man of this sorry excuse for a wood wouldn’t be caught dead in Baz’s stupidly snug designer jeans. He’s ridiculous. The only thing about him that looks like it belongs here is his shirt. (When did he start wearing all these flowers?) I lower my arm. “Then what the hell are you lurking in the bleeding undergrowth for?” He frowns. “I wasn’t lurking in the undergrowth. I was waiting in there”—he gestures behind him —“for that jogger to pass so I could bring you in.” I cock my head to the side, because where is there supposed to be? All I see is more overgrown shrubbery. He follows my gaze back over his shoulder and curses to himself. Then he turns, slides his wand out of his sleeve and casts a spell I’ve never heard before. “You ought to show me the door today!”
Tags and hiyas down below in the nether regions of this post.
@ivelovedhimthroughworse @iamamythologicalcreature @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @whatevertheweather @hushed-chorus @fatalfangirl @creepyspice @captain-aralias @thewholelemon @raenestee @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @onepintobean @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @rimeswithpurple @valeffelees @technetiumai @alexalexinii @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @alleycat0306 @youarenevertooold @shemakesmeforget @angelsfalling16 @cosmicalart @brilla-brilla-estrellita @confused-bi-queer @letraspal @stitchyqueer @theearlgreymage
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moodandmist · 5 months
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Happy Sunday! Thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum and everyone else who's tagged me recently!
I'm sad to report that life keeps making me do stuff other than write, but I did write quite a bit yesterday, so all's right with the world for now, even though it was mostly for the wrong thing. I am working on CORB, but I'm having trouble picking things to share out of context, so this is from the other one. The wrong one.
So, three things to know here: we're in a strangers to lovers timeline, they're both very drunk, and also, just in case, trigger warning for canonically unkind treatment of rats.
“Baz, right?” Baz jumped and spun around. He stared in wobbly incomprehension for a moment, a hundred disjointed facts falling together all out of order, nonetheless forming enough of a picture that Baz finally launched the rat he was holding behind the nearest bin with all the speed he could manage. All the strength, too, apparently. It sounded like a bullet hitting the tin of the bin, the reverberation endless and deafening as it bounced off the alley walls. Simon’s eyes belatedly wandered over to the ruckus, a single bemused blink before he looked at Baz again. It felt like an age, the moment Baz spent watching a little furrow pinch between his brows, his lips slowly parting to— “Right,” Baz interrupted. And then he wiped his palms clumsily on his coat while his brain tread water trying to remember why he’d said it. Because…ah. “I’m Baz.”
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@fatalfangirl @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @cutestkilla @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aristocratic-otter @nightimedreamersworld @ileadacharmedlife @iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple
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moodandmist · 6 months
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Sketch Sunday
Good morning! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. I am working hard on a big project right now and I'm so excited to share it with you but it'll be a little while! However I can share little bits of it. Here is a scene I never thought to draw because so many people have done it so well. The Ren Faire!
Just a sketch so don't worry Baz's florals will be there in the final. As well as the Master Sword. ♡ Enjoy this Simon in particular. I love him. So flirty and cocksure.
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@imagineacoolusername  @martsonmars  @valeffelees @bazzybelle  @ileadacharmedlife  @aristocratic-otter  @urban-sith  @letraspal  @palimpsessed  @whatevertheweather  @nightimedreamersworld  @carryonsimoncarryonbaz  @raenestee  @erzbethluna  @confused-bi-queer  @moodandmist  @yeonjunenby  @shrekgogurt  @thewholelemon  @whogaveyoupermission   @creepyspice  @onepintobean  @ebbpettier  @orange-peony  @theearlgreymage  @ic3-que3n  @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl  @prettygoododds  @stitchyqueer  @you-remind-me-of-the-babe  @forabeatofadrum  @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @rimeswithpurple @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @wellbelesbian @bookish-bogwitch
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moodandmist · 8 months
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Just finished a pretty good session on ch 6 of More Than Friends. Maybe 1k words left to go? If I'm vibing, I may finish the rough draft today (aka tomorrow - I'm scheduling this Saturday night). And if not tomorrow for sure next week... which means!! This is finally the last I'm sharing of this chapter.
Baz:
It’s fucking terrifying how deep the desire goes. How carelessly he’s letting me wade in unchecked.  I drag my fingers back up his thighs, fingertips hooking the hem of his shorts, pulling. The water’s up to my neck.  Stop me, I think. Pull me back.  Instead Simon’s face is turning towards mine. Too close. Mouth open, skin flushed, and I’m drowning.
Tagging @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @moodandmist, @whatevertheweather, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @facewithoutheart, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @artsyunderstudy, @whogaveyoupermission, @shrekgogurt, @theearlgreymage, @yellobb, @wellbelesbian, @martsonmars, @aristocratic-otter, @captain-aralias, @orange-peony, @larkral, @rimeswithpurple, @valeffelees, @letraspal, @hushed-chorus, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed, @skeedelvee, @stitchyqueer, @alexalexinii, @blackberrysummerblog, and @j-nipper-95.
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moodandmist · 8 months
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Six Seven Sentence Sunday
My brain is dead, but my important writing is like, 85% done. I'm pretty sure. It should be on track to get submitted tomorrow, and then we just wait for the result.
Translation: Once it's submitted I will take a day off from doing anything vaguely resembling chores, and read fics and knit socks while drinking tea and eating shortbread instead.
I'm not the only one whose brain is struggling though. Simon has taken it upon himself (or maybe Lady Ruth gave him a push. Literally), to introduce himself to Baz. And Baz doesn't seem to know what to do about this turn of events...
"Sausage roll, Baz?" He offers the plate to me with a dangerously innocent smile. I'm not so far gone that I'd actually eat it in front of him, but I reach out and take one anyway. I certainly don't tell him it's just to keep my hands occupied so that I don't impulsively reach out to run my fingers through his gorgeously soft-looking curls. He keeps looking at me as if he's a golden retriever waiting for me to throw a stick, and I look nervously at the sausage roll. Perhaps I could toss it into the crowd and see if he brings it back? I'd never hear the end of it from my father, but the idea is certainly entertaining, and almost brings a smile to my face.
I feel like the last few paragraphs I wrote of this fic accurately reflect the tiredness and brain-emptiness I was experiencing at the time. Both Baz and Simon seemed to lose the plot. But perhaps it's actually an accurate representation of falling hard for someone you've only just met? I'll review it once I've had sleep and caffeine and see if it's really as bad as I think it is now :)
I hope everyone has had a lovely weekend so far!
@ileadacharmedlife @larkral @messofthejess @moodandmist @raenestee @simonsnowsfreckles @supercutedinosaurs @thewholelemon @valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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moodandmist · 8 months
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Right, so I don't really know what month or year or decade it is, but it seems to be Sunday, and I think I have just enough energy to do something about that. So here are two small small offerings because I feel like I need both to make one whole post <3
(And wasn’t that a hard one to wrap his head around—he’d never met someone so hot he started questioning other people’s sexualities before. He knew Agatha was gay through and through, and still he felt he ought to stick Baz on a pedestal so he could gesture at him with both arms and say “Really? Nothing?”)
And:
Agatha narrowed her eyes. “You are an unforgivable fiend.” “Sure,” Simon said, “but just hypothetically, if I were to trip and, like, fall on his mouth—like, with my mouth—how mad would you be?” “I would disinherit you on the spot,” she spat. “I would write you out of my will. I would curse you and all of your crops.” Simon nodded. “What I’m hearing is that this is an opportunity for our friendship to become stronger than ever.” “I hope your dick falls off.”
Tags beneath the cut <3
Also, a thank you to everyone for continuing to tag me even when I vanish for weeks. I very deeply appreciate this fandom and each and every one of you and I'm happy you all exist <3
@fatalfangirl @moodandmist @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @ivelovedhimthroughworse @forabeatofadrum @ionlydrinkhotwater @aristocratic-otter @ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer
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moodandmist · 9 months
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It probably seems like I’m stuck in Simon Snow land and can’t move on. ISTG I’ve written more than one novel and half a book of short stories since then. I’ll have a new book out next year. I’m not just hanging out at Watford talking about glory days. I just love them still.
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moodandmist · 9 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
Hi (waves nervously). I’ve been lurking at the edges of the fandom for a while, bookmarked over 200 fics, joined the server, and I think that maybe I’m ready to share some of my own ramblings? Mainly I’m hoping that putting a bit out there will motivate me to work harder at finishing something, but I still don’t fully understand my own brain, so who knows?
The following offering is from a pre-Watford, Trans Simon story that at its heart, is about pushing back against institutionalised bigotry. The plan is for each chapter to be from a different pov, and Lucy & Natasha both live, so yay!
The first chapter is Lady Ruth, and here she is reflecting on her disagreement with Lucy over her choice of partner (fuck that guy, amiright?):
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moodandmist · 9 months
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six sentence sunday
thank you for tagging me today @facewithoutheart, @artsyunderstudy, @blackberrysummerblog, @hushed-chorus, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @shrekgogurt, @moodandmist, @confused-bi-queer, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, @j-nipper-95 it was so nice seeing all your posts on my dash today, it felt like a little sunday reunion!! You're sharing songs and dances and fics from other fandoms and I think it's all great <333
I haven't done much writing lately, but I felt like saying hi :)
Here's a wee taste of "Gareth Fucks" chapter 2, which I will eventually get back to:
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Gareth fishes a duffel bag out from under his bed. It's brown leather, and stuffed to the gills.
"Maybe something in here will help get you in the mood, Baz. You can explore--see what you like. Open up and try on a new perspective."
He rustles through the bag, tossing about a jumble of leather garments and lacy underwear, strap-ons, and handcuffs.
"How's this for ya?" He throws me a garter. "You'd look awesome in that, my dude."
"No thank you," I say, holding the garter between my thumb and forefinger.
But then a beautiful silk scarf catches my eye. It's dark green with a black border and a trail of roses winds around the border. The flowers are embroidered by hand. My mother used to wear a scarf like this. Hers was blue.
I lift the scarf gently and wind it between my fingers. Thinking about my mother makes me sad, but also, makes me feel softer.
Gareth contains multitudes.
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Tagging and sending lots of love: @sseawitch, @skee3000, @yeonjunenby, @excalisbury, @raenestee, @stillmadaboutpetra, @ic3-que3n @cutestkilla, @captain-aralias, @erzbethluna, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @nausikaaa, @imagineacoolusername, @palimpsessed, @rimeswithpurple, @theearlgreymage, @thewholelemon, @letraspal, @koh10z, @johnwgrey @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @theotherhufflepuff, @hertragedyconnoisseur, @supercutedinosaurs, @bazzybelle, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @ebbpettier, @martsonmars, @onepintobean, @bookish-bogwitch, @aristocratic-otter, @alexalexinii, @messofthejess, @alleycat0306
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