#break

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[les-belles-mecaniques]

Buick Century Caballero Break de 1958

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STARDEW VALLEY!🌾✨

Sooo… I’ve been obsessed with playing Stardew lately and I just had to draw my boy Sebastian. I saw him taking his little break in the rain during the fall season and I had to draw him. Hope I did him justice 🖤✨🫡

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The Muppet Show (1976-1981)

[shiruba-tsuki]

Last year, when I was fifteen, I was captured by an assassin. I was killed then and gained the power of Kai. This is the power of the tsugai that lives on the boundary between the land of the dead and ours. The tsugai I met had the power of Kai.

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Break

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“I can’t receive letters at my parents house.” Regulus said, dully, the next time he met James in their spot. It seemed to take him by surprise but that might have just been Regulus’ foul mood.

“I- I know.” He said, and it didn’t make Regulus feel better. He crossed his arms defensively, knowing what James was going to say and determined to not let it hurt.

“I can’t send them either. We won’t be able to talk to each other all summer.” James looked hurt.

“I know, Regulus, I know- we talked about this, remember?” He did remember, it was why he was bringing it up again. He had let Potter sit on it for too long and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Classes were over, they were leaving next week, what was he waiting for? Was he planning to do it on the train?

“I remember. You said-” He would not let his voice break on these words, “you couldn’t go that long without talking to me.” James smiled. He smiled. 

“Yeah. I can’t.” Stinging heat pushed at the back of his eyes but Regulus was not going to cry over this; certainly not in front of James.

“Would you just- would you just do it already.” He said harshly, hating how hard it was to make the words come out.

“Do what? Oh, shoot, did Sirius tell you?” Regulus huffed, of course his brother knew about this. He always won, didn’t he? He hadn’t even liked when Regulus and James got together in the first place, he’d probably celebrated when he heard the news. 

“No one told me anything, Potter, I’m just not as thick as you seem to think I am.” The cautious smile dropped from James’ face. Regulus hadn’t called him Potter since they started dating.

“What’s wrong? Why are you calling me Potter, what have I done now? And I don’t think you’re thick!” His words rushed out and he reached for Regulus but he took a harsh step backwards.

“I don’t care!” Regulus exploded, and this was not how he wanted to go about this; he wanted to be cool and collected, to show James it didn’t matter to him, but it did. “I don’t care if you think I’m thick or- whatever, I’m just sick of waiting so will you please just break up with me and get it over with so we can move on.” 

“Break up with you?” James repeated, expression confused and worried. “Regulus, I don’t want to break up with you. Is that- is that what you want?” Now it was Regulus who was confused. He met James’ eye without thinking, though he could feel tears threatening to spill over his own.

“You said you couldn’t go all summer without talking. I can’t give you enough.” James shook his head fervently and stepped closer, reaching a cautious hand towards Regulus’. This time he let him take it.

“Love, you are always enough for me. I don’t care if we can’t talk all summer- I wouldn’t care if we couldn’t talk for a year, or more! I mean- I mean I would care of course but, it wouldn’t change how I feel about you.” Grabbing his hand more confidently he reached into his pocket and pushed something into Regulus’ grip. He held it up to see a small, round, brass metal case, like a pocket watch. When he pressed the button it opened, but instead of a clockface he was met with a mirror. 

“They’re charmed.” James said, holding up a matching silver case. “We have to say a codeword, then the other mirror will chime and we can talk to each other through them. I thought- I don’t have to say it, if you want, so yours won’t chime at all. You can just reach me, when you’re able to. That way we can still- still talk.” 

Regulus was definitely crying now. He had been so scared of losing James he had convinced himself to just rip the bandaid off, that it would somehow hurt less if he thought of it as inevitable. But this was so much better. James had surprised him, again, with the depth of his love for Regulus. He was still dreading summer, but it almost didn’t matter at the moment, because summer suddenly seemed so temporary. He squeezed the mirror; a physical reminder of his love for James, of James’ love for him, of something permanent.