Day-Date 36 “jigsaw puzzle” dial and Oyster Perpetual ‘Celebration’ watches

Dr. Ratio's Metaphysical Bathing Theory

I decied to fully watched 2024 Hoyofair not so long ago. HSR fans are some chaotic people indeed-

The reference/insporation for the image in question:

Don't question me, just listen to this masterpieace.

Hey. I love your blogs, I read baby Firefly’s general headcanons. Could you do Otis Driftwood general head canons please? If it’s already done, could you tag me in it so I could read it. Thanks🖤🦇🏍🎸❤️‍🔥

Of course I can do this for Otis. Rob Zombie knows how to make a cast full of hot people and I’m so glad I rewatched the movie. Anyway I hope this isn’t too ooc for him because I tried to avoid some topics that came up when watching The devils rejects.

General dating head cannons for Otis Driftwood

Warnings: Reader being held hostage, Stockholm syndrome, strong language, mentions of violence and murder

Like with Baby you were going to be a victim but Otis found you attractive enough to keep around. He’ll also probably talk about how you give him insporation to make art so he'll use that as another excuse.

You’ll be with someone at all times for the first few months of you living there. I'd say you'd finally see the rest of the house two weeks in because Otis will keep you in his room with the door locked and you tied to something.

It's gonna be a weird relationship at first. He'll consider doing small things like letting you assist him with his art and giving you new clothes to wear something 'romantic' because I have a feeling Otis doesn't fully understand romance.

Things will really get good when you start showing interest in him too. When he notices you're actually listening to his rants about whatever and that you're interested in what he has to say that'll gain you more points from him.

His main love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. His compliments will probably be based on your appearance. His favorite pet names for you are "Sugar, darling, sweetheart, baby and beautiful/ handsome". And if you're cool with it he'll call you 'Pretty boy' too.

His acts of service range from getting you new clothes now that you're gonna be apart of the Firefly family, helping you with your chores, teaching you about self defense (really just teaching you how to fight and kill people) and making you things.

Physical affection is still a big thing with him. Lot's of you sitting on his lap, holding your waist, having an arm around your shoulder, playing with your hair and obviously kissing you.

He doesn't get jealous super easy but he loves making it a point to be very physically affectionate to you when victims are around. Oh and lord forbid someone flirt with you. Otis will be quick to shut that down and will probably make the rest of their life a living hell.

Speaking of well what they do regarding victims like Baby, Otis won't force you into doing anything to them but will highly encourage it and will probably reward you with extra affection if you do participate. Or at least watch what they're doing.

You'll have to help out to some extent. Otis will try to push you on how you help out but just be firm with him and he'll settle for you helping carry bodies out of the house.

Get ready to have a lot of art dedicated to you. You're his new Muse and he's going to milk it for all he's got.

If you’ve got any, 17 for the fanfic ask?

17. Do you have any other writers or works that inspire you (i think that was the question i didnt copy paste)

Yes always and inspo is one of my favorite things to talk about!

One of my first writing inspirations was the Percy Jackson books, and that phase of my life still kind of influences the genres im interested in writing and the like. I read a lot more novels when i was younger so i remember having more distinct favorites back then. As for novels right now, Id say Kelly Barnhill is one of the bedt authors ive recently read. Her narrative style is quite captivating, her chapters are short, and there is always a slightly different progression than i imagine there being. Ive only finished "the girl who drank the moon" but i started both "iron-heart(ed?) violet" and "when women were dragons". I wish i still used goodreads so i could go theough a list of what books id read recently, but i wanna quickly mention ve schwab. Her books are hit or miss and not always the best but damn sometimes she puts out a banger, and when she tries she can have an impeccable narrative style that leaves me breathless. Sometimes i also like reading neil gaiman works. They both intrigue and inspire me somewhat but i dont think to the same extent other authors have

Now that was JUST novel inspos!

A lot of my main writing inspiration actually comes from podcasts. Welcome to Night Vale was a huge early writing inspiration for me, introducing me to a surreal style of writing that i love getting to develop. Wtnv and other productions by its team are often so stylish that it is impossible to not be inspored listening to them. I think wtnv and within the wires are my faborites on a writing level.

Cant forget the magnus archives, the narration is very slick and the interconnected plot growth so well done, along with really good and intriguing inpersonal dynamics that never failed to offer something intriguing. I never finished season 5 but i remember listening to just some of the first episodes and being awestruck at how stylish the writing was.

Then there is unwell podcast! One of my favorite pidcasts to discuss on a writing level, it has so many ups and downs, but one thing i will give it is having great character voices! There is not a single character that doesnt speak distinctly and the dialogue flows so well, being one of the best parts of the show. Id love to be able to write character voices as well as they do.

For tv shows now!

Madoka Magica has squickly become a huge writing inspiration for me. Honestly, more like the crown jewel of great writing. I cannot praise madoka magicas writing enough. Its thematic unravelling is so layered, its character writing gripping, its way of writing narrative parallels and foils impeccable, and just. God. Incredible. I cannot explain how much i want to be able to write on madoka magicas level. But madoka magica is the only show ill mention bc the other stuff i watch is often shit.

Uhhhhhhh for video games... i havent played that many yet sorry. While i love pokemon, it isnt a writing inspiration, and most games i play dont speqk to me like that.

And then comes the format thet is probably most applicable... fanfic...

Ill admit i read a lot of fanfic, but i dont actually think that many inspire me writing wise, so ill take a second and just focus on beyblade to say Val was my biggest inspiration to write beyblade fanfic in my fandom early days. I was inspired by some of the stuff she did, and especially some character dynamics (madoka and yuki) but realized i wanted to do incredibly different things. So i think her inspiration wasnt so much of "oh god i love this idea and characyers and synamic and plot" but just like, more of a realization of what i might be able to do with the characters as a whole?

Also wanna drop that Sadie has an impeccable writing style omg im literally eating it up i need it. Sadies art is also a huge inspiration for me to the surprise of no one who has seen Hikarus Adoption Agenda.

Whatcha thinking bout, D? ✨ Steddie Edition✨

Y'all remember warped tour? (And boy, do i feel old asking that one) Imagine Corroded Coffin being on the lineup for their 3rd or 4th year. They have become familiar faces, partially because of their devoted fans and partially because of the charismatic Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist of the band. He's a bit of a natural flirt and he works it to his advantage, mingling with the other artists and guiding lost fans around the grounds when he's not headbanging to another band's set. He and the boys are excited for another year of touring the states and seeing the new faces. According to their agent, there's a big indie band from Chicago joining this year. (Eddie and Gareth almost lost their shit when it sounded like Dio despite Jeff reminding them there's no way that's possible in 2016, dipshits) The lead singer's supposed to be some kind of heartthrob himself, but nothing prepares Eddie for Steve Harrington, wth his tight jeans and colorful polos. His stage presence is cool and cocky, riling up the crowd with a smirk and lazy smooch towards the barricade. His his hair shine under the stage lights and his eyes are hidden by dark shades-excepts for when he shits them down for a particular song. They're a pretty amber that lock on Eddie just as Steve leans into the mic and delivers a sultry "look into my eyes and baby, whisper fool" (If Eddie walks away, 'blushing like a slut' as Gareth would say...well, that's his business.) Steve agreed to the tour last-minute, the band still doing damage contrl after their guitarist, Billy threw a shit fit and left when they told him to sober up or leave. Jonathan, who he knows from college and through their mutual "ex-boyfriend of Nancy Wheeler" status, fills in as a favor and brings his little brother Will along. The younger boy helps out with merch and coordinating meet&greets with Robin, their maneger. He hears about Corroded Coffin before he sees them, their reputation as friendly faces preceeding them. Robin babbles his ear off one night about their smoking hot merch girl, who apparently looks out of place surrounded by metalheads and mychem fans. Maybe Steve sees Eddie later, near one of the music education tents, walking a starstruck Dustin henderson through a riff pattern for one of Corroded's older songs. Dustin is a vocalist and guitarist for The Party, an up and coming pop punk band that's also new on the lineup. There from Hawkins Indiana, not far from Eddie's hometown and credit Corroded Coffin as one of their main insporations growing up. He's seen the older boy walking around dressed in leather and chains, glowing with sweat and the post-gig high Steve knows well. But watching his patient grin with the younger boys sparks something softer in Steve. Steve and Eddie chat for the first time waiting for The Party's 20-min set to begin; Eddie comming to support Dustin, and Steve there at the request of Nancy who's brother Mike happens to be the lead singer. After watching Eddie bop around in low-rise jeans and a crop top, bare hips swaing to the beat, Steve's sweating from more than just the sweltering heat. He talks to Jon, Tommy and Carol (his drummer and keys player) and they agree to add "Brand New Baby Girl" to the set with little question. They make it a point to watch each other's sets, either lingering sidestage or standing somewhere visible in the crowd. Occasionally, Eddie will crash a meet&greet, snagging Chrissy from the merch table to distract Robin. The fans start catching on and #Steddie becomes a popular tag on Tumblr, full of photos documenting their "bromance." A short video of them singing along to The Party's hit "Friends Don't Lie" goes viral.

I was watching 10 thing i haye about you. It was my first time watching it. And oh god, ghe potrayal of Kat and Patrick. Yeah, I am sure Patrick is insporation for Maas when writing Cass. He is huge, he wear black 24/7, except. He had knew when thing is out of control and stop taking money from Joel. And the best thing is, Patrick eve betray Joel and do it to help Cameron. Like dude, Cameron has nothing to give Patrick even after the whole game has stopped.

But perhaps Patrick sees that Cameron has something he dont. Sincerity. Cameron like Bianca because of Bianca not for her body. Unlike joel. Is paying someone to date ur gf sister wrong? Sure, and I think Cameron has percentage to blame since he is the one that take initiative to pitch the idea to Joel. Though I have no idea why William is willing to do it with Cameron.

Did parltrick screw? Did he hurt Kat? Yes, but like William said, offer urself on the altar. Patrick did, he sing, he bribe the whole marching team, he get into detention, he buy Kat guitar, he took his time and reflect, he apologize (i think), he take care of kat when she drunk.

Cassian? Which part of him offering himself on the altar? Nope. Instead we have Nesta who shares the personality as Kat and gets her personality wash down and submitted into the IC. I like Patrick more, he accept Kat as Kat. He is the one to try to blend and find the same interest with Kat.

Cassian really have potential with Nesta. He has this whole act of service as his way to show affection. He does with the IC, he support Feysand relationship, he be buffer for Az and Mor, use like a ragdoll and then discarded . But he cant offer the same thing to Nesta. Shame on you Cassian. I pray he had a son and asked why Mor is his mistress and treated his mother like that

I think somebody did tell me once that acosf is a loose retelling of the taming of the shrew, which is what 10 things i hate about you is. I definitely get nesta/elain vibes from kat/bianca

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THE ROARING 20'S

The 1920's were a decade of luxury and indulgence for many; however, there was a lot more to it than just wall street and flapper dresses.

FASHION OF THE 20'S 

Fashion in the 20's consisted of a lot of things. The main fashion statement of the 20's was the liberation of the corset, a very different thing from the past hundreds of years. As women were now starting to gain more rights thanks to the suffrage movement, many women did not want to be limited by the rigid corsetry of the Victorian era. 

Following the movement of more fredom of clothes in the 1920s, the sillouhette generally moved away from the hourglass steriotypical. Up until this point in history, many people now prefer a dropped wait line due to its versatility to different body shapes as it made everyone look great, as well as a shorter hem. This also allowed much more freedom for movement as women found they could now dance more freely as well as play many more sports. however just because these dresses were simple it does not mean they wasn't beautiful many techniques were used to create different effects which look absolutely gorgeous

Headware and hair also changed dramatically in the 1920s. Many people opted to wear hats such as chloche hats and bobbed hairstyles. This, I believe, came mostly from the insporation of La Garconne, the bachelorette, who went against almost all society standards of the previous era, getting pregnant out of wedlock, cutting her hair short, and wearing stereotypically manly clothes.

on this website it lists many other fashion trends of the 1920s in more depth.

Also in this video is shown some of the main fashion trends with more visually shown element's.

SUFFERAGETTES

The suffering movement started in 1840 and ended in 1920, but it really picked up the pace in the early 1900s. The suffrage movement was a movement by women for women focusing on gaining more rights, in particular the right to vote. 

A lot of traction for the women's rights movement came from WWI. This was because many women didn't have roles in the workplace, such as factories, etc., so when all the men were away at work, the women were needed to help run things back home while the men were at home. So when the war came to an end, many women decided that they didn't want to go back to their old lives where they depended on their husbands and, in fact, wanted to build a life for themselves and gain independence. 

One of the most famous suffrage protests was at the 1913 Epsom Derby. On this day, while the horses were racing, Emily Davison threw herself in front of King George's horse, Ammer. It is unclear whether Emily intended for the horse to hit her or for the horse to stop in another part of gaining attention for the rights, but either way, this was a tragic day and made many more people fight for women's rights, and women took a lot more seriously due to the public seeing the places they are willing to go to to get their rights.

In this video it shows the tragedy of which happened to suffragette Emily Davidson

this is another video which describes the acts of the suffragettes.

HARVARD REFERENCE

BBC News. (2018). Suffragettes: 100 years since women won the right to vote - BBC News. [Online]. YouTube. Last Updated: 6th February. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zbdskuuocpg [Accessed 11 March 2024].

The Guardian. (2013). Suffragette Emily Davison knocked down by King's horse at Epsom. [Online]. YouTube. Last Updated: 4th june. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qkU_imbFoE [Accessed 11 March 2024].

Glamourdaze. (2020). Roaring 1920's Fashion Trends - What Did Women Wear. [Online]. YouTube. Last Updated: 1st May. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hwxFc2rLIs&t=1s [Accessed 11 March 2024].

Vintage Dancer. (2019). 1920s Fashion & Women’s Clothing Trends. [Online]. Vintage Dancer. Last Updated: 25th june. Available at: https://vintagedancer.com/1920s/1920s-womens-fashion/ [Accessed 11 March 2024].

List of possible Myrah FC

I’ve wanted to put this together for a minute. I feel like I’ve kept her look sort vague enough (other than saying she’s a woc, as well as mentioning her brown eyes and curly hair) so people can imagine who they want to/what look they want to. In my ~universe~, the places her family are from have been inhabited by all kinds of people of color. It is important to me that the representation is there, especially in this fandom. She can take many shapes and forms if that’s what people want.

That being said, I do have personal face claims that give me myrah feels. Some of are just based off looks, some are for the vibes - others it is both. For the most part, I think the running theme is: youthful look (regardless of age), captivating eyes, overall sweet/inviting vibe

1. Cecilia Gordon

She’s probably my fav fc for her. In both fcc and the modern au. Idk something about her gives off major myrah vibes to me. Someone even pointed out the slight resemblance she has to Olivia which I did not even notice till they said it

2. Kali Ledger

Another insta girlie I find super cute. I see her more in the modern au vein of aemyrah but she could work for both

3. Sonam Kapoor (specially in sawaariya)

I could be wrong, but I want to say that movie was sonam’s first major role??? Or just first movie role in general?? Either way, she gives off major ingenue feels which I think myrah does as well. This is really just for fcc myrah

4. Crystal Clarke (specifically as Georgiana Lambe)

Now I didn’t finish Sandition, but from the little I did watch, Georgiana gave me Myrah energy. Don’t these photos just scream Myrah. Like her showing off a painting and her gossiping with maris.

5. Taylor Russel

I see her mainly for modern myrah. She’s super gorg and stylish and gives off the effortless cool/fun feel that modern myrah would. Also myrah would totally be a Loewe doll like Taylor is

5. Charithra chandran (as Edwina sharma)

I think Edwina and Myrah are alike in the sense that they are romantic at hearts but also extremely aware of the positions they are in, especially marriage/family wise. charithra had the wide eyed beauty thing. Also I love the amount of pink, blues, and purples Edwina wears in the show.

I have some honorable mentions/inspor pics that also remind me of her. If I can find some credit to give i can reblog this and add them. A lot of them are I just find on Pinterest, and it would great to find out who they are

Senior Project Post # 1

After some consideration, I have condensed my ideas for my final project into

- product placement video that utilizes “trippy” psychedelic imagery 

I am working on starting a food related business so I figured a promotional/ product video would be a productive use of this project. 

Currently I am consulting various experimental film/ videos that provide striking/ intriguing visual compositions, below are some inspirations that I am considering:

nothing2say MIKE

GLASS ANIMALS HEAT WAVE

HACKERMAN

Different from other inspos, here’s alternative idea of using a “comic book style” MADVILLANY ALL CAPS

omegamart product ads

The second idea i have is a visual collage film that utilizes various media to orchestrate an abstract story. I’m not sure what topic I would want to cover yet.

Alchemist beatpack (notice the visual effect mixing added with the cuts to audio cues)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKtmBSwpzt0

Audio collage insporation (establishes narrative utilizing  audio samples from the 90′s).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KQRgYjAVJA&list=OLAK5uy_nrJrTr7PqEnT6S3NPxIuTf-6Z6lZWIBOM

 Visualizer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-D4MfFLo_0

Tommy Butler prison song visualizer 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgWJ_shKLtY

BCS montage ( the visual composition of the montage meshed with the techniques of the previous links is what I’m shooting for, with an more abstract twist).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdOQUdBlpxA&list=PL1XWYW4mNyb6tEML4IYzUyUZd_mjUyQ__&index=8

Headcanons for being in a relationship with poly Sinclair brothers plsss <333

Awww this is so cute. Of course I can. This is so sweet and I hope you enjoy :) I might make a part 2 of this of just do other relationship headcanons if it’s wanted. 

Bo is gonna be the most jealous brother. He'd never admit to being jealous but if you're not giving him enough attention than he'll pull you onto his lap or keep you close to him.

Lester’s gonna be the one you share a bed with first. He is a cuddly bitch and he can’t wait to cuddle with you. He’s gonna compliment you all the time and his brothers are gonna tease him about it. “Don’t ya love him too?” He’ll asks probably hugging you from behind. 

In the beginning of the relationship you’ll spend most of your days in the house with Vincent. He’ll get you plenty of books and magazines and music to listen to or you can just watch him make art. 

He’ll draw a lot of insporation from you and use you in his art. 

If he feels like he needs to get closer to you he’ll give you one of his sweaters.

You’ll be doing most of the house work but it won’t go unnoticed. Bo will compliment your cooking and thank you for keeping the clothes clean and Lester will learn about how to keep the house clean and help you with anything you need. Vincent will also make sure to thank you. 

If they notice you’re over working yourself they’ll make sure to take good care of you. Lester and Vincent will cuddle up with you and Bo will get you anything you need. 

There will be fights over who gets to share a bed with you sometimes so you’ll have to pick or just share a bed with both or all three of them. 

When you flirt back with them Lester’s gonna get the most flustered. Bo’s gonna be a cocky bastard like he usually is but he really adores it and Vincent is gonna be very poetic with his words. I feel like if you taught him a bit he would be amazing at poetry. 

If you like doing dumb shit Lester’s gonna enable it, Vincent will laugh about it and Bo will stop it. 

If you get in a fight with Bo give him some time and talk to Vincent about it. The oposite goes for Bo.

If you get in a fight with Lester it’s gonna kinda be like sitting back to back holding hands because he gets sad when you two fight. 

If they fight it’s gonna be away from you. They keep most things like the victims, fights, yelling anything too stressful away from you. You’ll have to help them get over the argument with something a little stupid or lovey like cuddling with both of them at the same time or doing something to get them to forget about the fight. 

If you like doing feminine things like wear make up and paint your nails Lester will do it with you. He won’t wear makeup around his brothers but he will keep the painted nails. If you get a color Vincent likes he will let you paint his nails too. 

They’re gonna be a bit hesitant about opening up to you at first. Don’t push it and be soft when it comes to that and they’ll open up soon enough. 

Lester will joke about Jonesy being your baby. Bo’s gonna think it’s stupid but he does find the idea cute. 

Vincent’s biggest love language is gift giving, Lester’s is physical touch and Bo’s is words of affirmation. Vincent will give you lots of little drawings, statues, paintings , etc. Lester’s gonna constantly hug, kiss, cuddle and just love on you. Bo’s gonna slowly give you more and more loving words. 

If you mention cute ideas like dancing together or getting love letters expect that to happen. If you get love letters Bo and Lester would have gotten help from Vincent on writing it. You’ll have to help them learn how to dance a first but it will quickly become a little thing you do with them while you cook or when you need a break some slow songs will come on and they’ll take turns dancing with you. 

when men fight.....that's gay

making a peter parker x poc!reader since there need to be more of those on here whootwhoot

What inspored you to write Maybe it was fate and where did you get the idea from?

The biggest inspiration for MIWF came from me being obsessed with all things Hailey Upton and wanting to know as much about her as I could. Episode 5x18 with Booth is one of my favorite episodes of the series and I’ve watched it an embarrassing number of times at this point, but I couldn’t help wanting to know more about Hailey’s past. And at one point I started thinking, “what if she’s so secretive and private with her life because she has a kid no one knows about?” And then it kinda just snowballed from there. I started getting all these ideas and wrote things down and the story just came together.

Thanks for asking! 😊💕

When I’m ready (pogues x sister!reader)

Word count: 2,598 warnings: Bisexual reader, angst at the end, fluff. A/N: There will be a part two rest assured. I just got into outer banks and I absolutely love it! I’ve had this idea for a while now actually so there are just a few things I want to clear up. You are about 14/15 in this fic. The pogues themselves aren’t actually in here a bunch until the very end just because this is meant to set up a plot line. Also a beater for those of you who don’t know is a really shitty old car that you don’t mind getting dirty. You use this to throw surf boards and such in.  Beta’d by the lovely @uwubonebabie I also took insporation from baby pogue. The best part is baby pogue is her creation, so you can get tons more baby pogue content on her blog. She’s a super sweet gal and you should go check her out. 

Part Two :)

It was bright. You could feel the sun tickling your skin. Prying open your eyes you turned to look over at the small alarm clock on your bedside table. 10:14. Damn it. Your brother and his friends were probably already awake which meant that you were going to have to sneak out without drawing attention to yourself. Grabbing a chair you pry your window open before going to change and grab your longboard. Throwing open your dresser and tossing a tank top over your shoulder before reaching for the shorts on your bean bag. Looking back at the text that Anna sent you last night about what the plan was you reached into another drawer and grabbed a swimsuit. Having thrown on your outfit and tied up your hair so that it would be out of your face you reached for the longboard that normally lives by your bed-side table. Looking down you cursed yourself from last night. You were adjusting the kingpin because it was coming loose and left it out on the counter. Groaning in frustration you snatched your phone off of the bed-side table before quietly opening your bedroom door and slipping out. Trying your hardest to be quiet you grabbed your longboard off of the counter. Grabbing your shoes and backpack you ran to the door. You were so close before you heard your brother behind you. Hoping that he was just rummaging around in the fridge and wouldn’t see you, you crossed over to the door. No such luck. “Hey (y/n) where are you going?” Double damn it. Turning around to face your brother, you pasted on a smile and replied “Oh just to go pick up a book from that cute Indy place by Figure 8.” That wasn’t entirely untrue. You just weren’t telling him your entire itinerary. “Well, I can drive you there if you want.” He had a good point. It was a twenty-minute ride on a longboard depending on foot traffic. He could cut that in half if he drove you. Close to replying that you would actually like that he added on to his previous statement “and afterward we can go pick up Kei and Pope to save them the time.” Groaning in your head you realized that getting a ride from your brother, after all, wouldn’t work out and you needed to get going if you wanted to make it on time and still have a couple of minutes to go pick up your book from the store on the way. “Sorry John B. I really need to get going and I like the ride over there anyhow” You could see the protest written all over his face so before he had a chance to argue you threw open the door to the chateau, grabbed your longboard, and barreled down the steps. 

Placing your board on the ground before placing your foot on the deck you turned around and did a quick inventory of everything in your backpack while you searched for your headphones. “Wallet?- Check”, Spare keys?- Check, Chapstick?- Check, Hair ties?- Check, Towel?- Check” Finding the desired headphones you plugged them into your phone before selecting a random song. Hearing the familiar toon fill your ears, you lifted your foot off of the deck before situating yourself on the board. Putting your phone in your back pocket, you pushed off the ground. Steering yourself around your brother’s van you emerged onto the main road and let the music posses you. Mindlessly pushing to keep your momentum, you allowed yourself to let your mind drift. You started to think of your brother and his friends. You wished you could be more honest with them. You had a feeling that they were starting to suspect something was up when you began to decline their offers to go boating for the day. At first, it was once every few weeks. Then it started to become a little more frequent, but not enough to be super noticeable. Then it became a weekly occurrence. You wanted to tell them the truth about Anna, really you did. It was just so hard to assume that they would be excepting when you’ve heard all the horror stories about what happens to kids when they tell their family. Deciding you didn’t need to stress on it at the moment. Letting you thought wonder once more you felt a smile, a real smile, when you thought about Anna. Everything about her was amazing. It didn’t feel real. You felt your smile fall though when you remembered that she wanted to meet your brother and his friends that you considered family. You really liked her, that much was obvious. You knew that she deserved to meet them and you couldn’t give her excuses forever. Turning once more the road opened up into the heart of the cut. Stepping on the deck to stop the board you started the walk through the town allowing yourself to go on autopilot again. 

When you reached the cute little bookstore along the very edge of the cut you halted. Placing your longboard on the side of the building by the door, you smiled this was one of your favorite places on the island. Turning and pushing open the door you heard the little bell jingle overhead, alerting the employee behind the counter to your presence. Looking over to smile and wave you walked back to the back of the store going to grab the book you had been eyeing all month. Having finally saved up enough money from working at the hotel boardwalk area you were excited to be able to read a new book instead of the same one you had been reading for the past month that you bought last time you had enough money to spare. You walked up to the front desk and handed the book to the sweet girl. Reaching around to grab your wallet you felt your phone buzz once and then another time once you had located bag that you used to store all of your spare money for things you could want but didn’t need. Grabbing out a 5 and a few ones, you set the money on the counter before reaching back again to grab your phone you looked at the screen to see one message from Anna asking how far away you were, and one from John B. asking what time you were going to be home so he and his friends could come to grab you to go swimming and watch the sunset. You did some mental math in your head so you could give an accurate answer to each person. After putting your phone and wallet back you turned around to give the cashier a final smile and tucking the book in your bag as well. Pulling open the door and hearing the little bell jingle one more time before grabbing the longboard that you had previously discarded, you made sure that everything was secure in the bag before looking back up the road. Pushing off you once again let your mind go elsewhere. Turning left you saw the familiar entrance to the small beach that only locals really knew about. Walking out onto the sand you looked around for the familiar features. Placing your board on the ground and setting your backpack down on top of it, you dug out the towel you had shoved in there earlier. Standing back up you looked around again before you felt the wind being knocked out of you. Hitting the sand, you felt a weight pressing down on you. Looking up you were greeted by Annas smiling face. “Hi.” She smiled and rolled off of you. “Hey yourself,” you replied. Looking over you smiled at your girlfriend. “So where did you drop your stuff?” You looked down at your backpack before looking back up at her. “Just up the beach,” she looked off into the distance before looking back at you, “You asked for the bic shortboard, right?” You smiled, glad that she remembered what your board preference was. Even though you would have been fine with whatever she brought. Picking up the discarded towel you shook out the sand it had already collected. Shoving it back into your backpack you scooped up your belongings and gestured for her to lead the way. Setting down everything you looked over to the two boards in the sand. Dropping everything you turned to Anna and asked if she had followed the prep instructions you sent her last night. After getting her confirmation you smiled at her just the tiniest bit. People were always telling you to smile more. Your brother and his friends especially. Smiling for you was a rarity, even before the whole thing with your dad. Sometimes it felt like with Anna you didn’t have to be someone else, that you didn’t have to wear a different disguise. Like when on a rare day when all of your brother’s friends weren’t completely against you tagging along you had to be the reckless pouge who was always willing to do crazy shit. Or when under the watchful eye of Cheryl you had to pretend that everything was alright and that your uncle was taking good care of you and your brother. Around Anna, you could be the you that you wished you were brave enough to be around everyone. She was looking out onto the ocean, studying the waves. When she turned to look at you and saw you staring at her she broke into a face splitting grin. “What’s going on in your mind.” She tilted her head and blinked. “Just really happy that I have an awesome girlfriend,” you turned looking out to the ocean. She let out a huff of laughter. “Well this awesome girlfriend really wants to know how to surf, and she really wants her cool surfer dude girlfriend to teach her how to do it so she doesn’t have to ask her brother.” She smiled up at you and waved towards the two boards that she had brought from her house. Her brother is a huge surfer so it was amazing that in her 15 years of life, Anna had never even picked up a surfboard. Hopping up you laid the boards on the sand to that they were facing each other. You instructed her throughout the entire standing up process and how to turn. Looking at the low tide you decided that now was a good a time as ever. You smiled and cheered for her and after about three or four attempts she actually was able to stand up for about two seconds before falling off to the side. Being able to get in a few short waves yourself made the day even more successful. Given the fact that it was the prime of low tide, there weren’t any massive white claws but it was still fun to get out and show off in front of her and show her what she would be able to do by the end of the summer. Once the tide started to pick up Anna decided that you guys should probably head back. Dragging the board back to the entrance to the small beach you walked them over to her family’s beater that her brother would come to pick up in twenty minutes. You laced your fingers through hers as she tugged you over to the sidewalk that leads to the cut. You let her do most of the talking and gave the appropriate response when she paused long enough to let you cut in. You guys finally made it to the pier where the pavement started up again. Knowing this is where you parted ways you turned to smile up at her. You smiled a lot today. You breathed in the senses of the cut. The sound of a boat motor slowly approaching the dock you guys were standing on. The smell of frozen fish coming out of the open door from the market across the street. Folks who knew each other shouting greetings. “Can we do this again later this week?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Leaning upwards you beamed and put your lips to hers. Even though you meant for it to be a small peck you weren’t complaining when she didn’t let go. In the back of your mind, you heard the boat motor getting closer but you just ignored it. Letting go of Anna’s hand you slid them up to her neck and felt her encircling her hands around your waist. The boat motor got super close to the dock that you were standing on before you heard it stop. You continued to kiss her until you heard it. The very small clearing of a throat. At first, you thought it was just some old kook woman who came to grab her fish sense it couldn’t be delivered to her today. You broke away looking around to see who decided to make it their business who you macked on and prepared to flip them off before going back to talking to Anna for a few more minutes before she had to head back. Seeing no one you went back to look at Anna when you made eye contact with your brother. Your smile dropped immediately. You wanted to look back at her and act like nothing was wrong, really you did. But you felt you just couldn’t face her right now and act like nothing was wrong. Not only did your brother’s entire friend group just see you kissing her you felt like she wasn’t just your secret anymore. Like she was some lost kook princess that you could just hide away in a tower and keep to yourself forever. “I need to go” you mumbled looking at the ground. “What?” She asked trying to get you to look at her. “I said, I need to go. I’ll text you later,” you replied still looking at the ground. “Oh, okay,” she frowned, “See you around, I guess”. She turned around, looking hurt. You avoided eye contact with the four pairs of eyes that were staring you while you pulled your phone and headphones out of your backpack. “Hey wait, (y/n) why don’t you just hop in here and we can talk about it?” You heard Kei say to you. Ignoring her, you turned the volume all the way up and put your phone back into the backpack before giving an aggressive push against the ground. Navigating yourself around people on the sidewalk you made it onto the main road leading to the chateau in record time. You needed to make it back before them so you could avoid all contact.

 Seeing the familiar gravel and grass combination that made up the driveway you jumped off and hoisted your longboard under your arm. Running up the steps and pulling open the door before twisting the door nob and shoving open the door. Flying down the hall you came to a stop in front of your room door. Opening and closing the door you locked it before dropping your longboard in its normal spot and tossing the backpack onto the bed. You kicked off your shoes and placed them in your closet. You texted a quick explanation and apology to Anna. Not bothering to see if she replied you flopped onto the bed. You felt the first tear slip down your cheek and it wasn’t long before you tasted to salt too. A few minutes later you were sobbing. 

Hermione returned later from work than usual – she carried a massive, new monstera.

Draco watched her from the couch as she struggled to get the monster(a; Draco had to congratulate himself on that one) through the door and then up the stairs. Hermione decidedly ignored him as she wobbled down the hall towards their office.

Sighing, Draco put his bookmark into his latest read, a very unrealistic portrayal of magic and some hero’s journey written by an admittedly resourceful – especially in the field of linguistics – muggle called Tolking or something. He followed Hermione up the stairs and brushed aside the leaves of the philodendron to the right side of the staircase.

Hermione never used magic when she acquired new plants. She also never used magic when she took care of them. Watering and fertilisation would have been quite easy magically, but she instead opted for the non-magical way, having lost quite a few of the plants in the process. Hermione had no green thumb to speak of.

Draco had begun to make sure he secretly helped out whenever he saw one of her green companions sporting a brown spot.

He found Hermione sitting under the massive new monstera with her eyes closed, humming her favourite children’s song as always when she came home with a new plant. The whole office was reminiscent of a jungle at this point and Draco was surprised the giant of a newcomer had found a space at all. Hermione reached the final notes of her lullaby and Draco swiftly made his way across the room, embracing her just as she started to sob. As always when she came home with a new plant.

‘I’m sorry, Draco.’

He sighed. ‘I’m always telling you there is nothing to be sorry about. It’s a nice addition.’

A sound somewhere in between sob and small laugh came from her throat. Hermione absent-mindedly stroked her belly which now grew by the day.

‘I’m only mad at you because you’re really not supposed to carry heavy things and this monstera is, you know, a true monster.’

Draco tried to sound stern but couldn’t. Not when Hermione was not crying anymore and when her head now rested against his chest.

‘You’ve made that one up as I walked into the house, didn’t you.’

Hermione didn’t even bother to phrase it as a question, so he didn’t reply at all.

She had had many plants before the pregnancy – but there had been a more or less weekly addition to the collection ever since they had found out about the baby. While Hermione was in good spirits most of the time, the pain of not being able to restore her parents’ memories had returned with her own immanent prospect of parenthood.

This had been the first wave of obsession for flora: Hermione felt she would be close to her parents, especially her mother and her green thumb, when owning plants and caring for them the way she had seen as a child. A beautifully green house and a happy Hermione had been the result.

With the pregnancy came an excessive amount of house plants and eventually the tears.

And yet…

‘I might have used a wandless wingardium on this one.’

Draco looked down into Hermione’s face, tears now dry on her reddened cheeks. She seemed caught in between pride and some strange embarrassment. Her skin looked so soft from above.

‘Are you joking? This is fantastic!’

‘Draco, you’re crushing me!’

She was laughing now, and so was Draco. He hugged her a little less tight but made sure she was still flush against his torso.

‘I also think we have enough plants.’

This time he didn’t reply. He just held Hermione firmly as she stared up to the monstera’s leaves and smiled.

Draco kissed her massive hair and Hermione sighed happily.

Author’s notes: 

A proper short drabble! Yay! Thanks for reading, everyone. 

This post was the insporation for this one. :)