i love you people still wearing face masks i love you people wearing them for strangers i love you people wearing them for themselves i love you people wearing them for family members i love you people wearing them for friends and coworkers i love you people wearing them despite it no longer being mandated i love you people wearing masks
(They wanted something a little simpler than just paperwork. They’ve been together ten years.)
Merradee and Michael, you’ve chosen the BEST POSSIBLE time of the year to get married.
I know you’ve chosen a simple (but not just paperwork) wedding but a marriage is never a simple thing, if you do it right, and this is the BEST POSSIBLE thing about it.
It’s a process and it’s a project
it’s a destination AND a journey
it’s two individuals coming together
joining their forces and uniting to become something bigger than themselves.
This time of year, autumn, is a period of learning to balance light and dark
of learning to let go of the summertime, and accepting the shorter days and the longer nights and the beginning of the annual and continual cycle of the earth’s rejuvenation.
We think about fall’s changes, we hold fast to our memories, reflect on our choices & prepare to hunker down with our loved ones.
...
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
by Mary Oliver
Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
…
Please face each other and take each other’s hands, so that you may see the gift that they are to you.
These are the hands that will work along side yours as together you build your future. These are the hands that will love you and treasure you through the years, and will care for you and comfort you like no other.
Do you Merradee take Michael to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, enjoy him, keep him, in sickness and in health for the rest of your lives?
I do
Do you Michael take Merradee to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, enjoy her, keep her, in sickness and in health for the rest of your lives?
I do
By the power vested in me by the State of Vermont and the voters of Randolph, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss!
is your house (or apartment, or rv, or a house you really like from down the street, or a house from a story) haunted? do you wish it was? for a small fee, i'll put ghosts in it for you!
i'm trying out a google form for commissions this time around rather than a first-come-first-serve model. this form will be open for a limited time. probably till around the end of may. i'll have a handful of commission slots to begin with, and i'll pull from the form response pool once more slots start opening up.
want a haunted house? fill out the form here! (reblogs are super appreciated to spread the word! 🫀)
you have been bamboozled i am so sorry. there is no genshin code.
INSTEAD!!
there is a chance to revive the interaction culture of genshinblr 2021/2022!
remember when asks were soooo common, love letters even more common – ebg games filled dashes, tagging EVERYONE in ask games, reblogs with TAGS and COMMENTS and silly thoughts just all around??? (mostly probably because we were chronically online!)
good times!
now when we look at interaction, we see... 11 reblogs. 400 likes. 24 reblogs. 600 likes. and das not good yall! it's only making genshinblrs more demotivated to create and interact ANYTHING. we need to bring these interactions back!!!
start by:
sending a shit ton of asks
reblogging with TAGS and COMMENTS!!!!!!!
revive tag games!
start events and games! interact with people!
just send silly stuff to your mutuals and people in your notifications!!!!
ACTUALLY ask people stuff during ask games!
send checkups / reminders to your friends!
send love letters to your mutuals! no inhibitions here!
we can still create and revive that sweet, sweet culture of 2021 genshinblr <3 and i promise, it'll benefit everyone!!! maybe your interaction will go up, maybe you'll have new friends – it doesn't hurt to try <3
He’s a sweet boy, Mrs. Howard tells Sam, standing close by his side as they both watch Bucky work the grill, no less than four people giving him instructions and supervising his work.
Bucky’s cheeks are flushed, his sweaty hair pushed back, but he’s smiling wide and listening intently, eyes glinting and sleeves pushed up his forearms as he gestures with the spatula.
Sam nods, bites back a joke about anyone calling Bucky a boy, and swallows hard.
hi! sorry I haven't uploaded anything in a while now. I got a little burnt out as well as having stuff going on irl. expect very on and off activity like this from time to time. ^_^
you all can hate me all you want but I'm so glad we didn't get canon buddie in s4 cuz there's no way the show would've gotten renewed for a seventh or eighth season...
the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)
Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)
“Riko? Are you awake?”
In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)
Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary.
“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly.
Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.
Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it.
Neil knows the gray does something to people.
what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!
I have arrived at my other favorite part, the university. Again a section with a lot of lore to be uncovered if you go looking for it. Again a section where I wonder a lot about what happened, what were they thinking, how were they spending their days?
My emotions already start with the memorial. The 'in loving memory' with all the pictures and the candles. There are three beds with made up dividers between them. Was it where they holed up after the dorms got overtaken by infected? Were they the last survivors of the students? Did they make it?
Then you enter the dorms and there is so much personality in each room. Posters, little trinkets. Outbreak day was september 26th. Beginning of the schoolyear. They probably finally finished making their room their own. Maybe they could still barely remember the name of their dormmates. Maybe they're freshman, moved from across the country and did not know anyone yet. They held out for atleast 10 months in those dorms. 10 months of not knowing if your family and friends back home are alive, dead or something worse. 10 months of being terrified and trying to survive with people you have maybe seen around, people who are completely strangers. Maybe with some friends, maybe with some who absolutely hate your guts.
After a while the cracks start to show. Infected are getting through the barricades and it is getting harder to get them out. Personal relations are getting tense. Rationing food. Who makes the calls. Who risks their life to go to town to try and find supplies. You find out no one is coming. You are on your own.
You are presented with a choice. Either you spend the last of your (probably short) life in the dorms. Trying to survive another day. Or you venture out, risk the relative safety of the dorms, and see if you can make it out in the big, brutal world. Maybe you will even make it to a QZ. Maybe you won't even make it out of the university grounds.
Maybe you will find a group of survivors, you join them. The group grows. You create a town. Sometimes life almost feels normal. At some point rations start to get low. There are little to no provisions left in places nearby, and the situation gets desperate. You start doing something you never would have thought an option when all of this started, all those years ago in that stupid dormitory. It feels like several life times ago when you were young and innocent, excited about the poster you were going to put up, wondering what your dorm mate would be like. But the years of survival have hardened you and you don't think about pulling the trigger and seeing the life leaves someones eyes anymore. You have stopped wondering if they have a family, if someone is waiting for them to get back when you drag their body back to base. You don't throw up anymore after you get served an extra serving of meat at dinner that night.
It was never an option to overtake the group that stationed themselves at the university. They are always too well manned, too well armed. But out of nowhere they seemed to have left. No one is sure why, it seemed like they had a good thing going in the science building. After staking out the place for a while to make sure they are not coming back you and some others go in. See what they left behind. But instead of finding it empty, you find a man and a little girl. A little girl who doesn't hesitate to shoot you to protect the man.
Maybe you were always fated to die in that cursed university.