#every year without fail

[thebreadtree]

Ah yes, the irresistable urge to play games that make my computer run hot is entering me once more

The true sign that summer has arrived

[ihavealavalamp]

halloween coming up yuo know what that means

[doctordiscord123]

Redoing my hair

Can't wait to be harassed for the next two months every time I'm in public by every person who sees me asking if I did it for St. Patrick's Day.

[sammal-lammas]

What is it with Mexico and Brazil and Lando and Carlos and why are they so insane as soon they step their foot on either soil

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Have Signed up for Toronto Fanexpo This Year!

No idea if my table will be approved or not, but April's usually early enough that they have space and I've boothed with them before

I have a BUNCH of quill-pen making gear that I just wanna run through and be done with so my inventory is less all over the place (the place being an apartment with limited storage) so yknow

see yall in a few months! I'll be selling the usual prints n stuff along with feather quill pens, maybe a few ink pendants, we'll see what I come up with lol

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

Let's raise a glass (of cough sirup) to my first bronchitis of the fall!

[kikorenart]

“Why chrysanthemums?”

Jinx asks you innocently one day as you gingerly place a vase full of white chrysanthemums atop the bar. Pretty trinkets and decorations in the Last Drop these days were few and far between, generally kept in the confines of your personal office peacefully sequestered away in the basement - but this weekend was a special one. Silco had even ordered for the doors to be kept shut for the entirety of it so you could all spend proper time together uninterrupted by business calls.

“I like what they symbolise.” You said, an easy smile tugging your lips as you heard rather than saw the small girl who had carved her way into yours and your husband’s hearts climb onto the bar to sit and peek at your hands as they worked on arranging the blooms.

Jinx’s impatience for an answer was thick in the air as she made a noise close to a whine while you worked, humming and ‘ahh’ing at the placement of each plush bloom until you were satisfied. The girl knew better than to interrupt when you were in the throes of work in any capacity - even Silco admitted that you were the one who demanded discipline out of your combined efforts in parenting when the roles had unceremoniously planted itself onto your laps.

“White chrysanthemums are special, where I was from.” You eventually turned to Jinx, a single plucked bloom that didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the vase held delicately as you pulled it up to the lights. The translucent petals caught your attention from there, turning the flower between your fingers to continue admiring it. “I’ve bought them every year for the same weekend. They’re meant for you.”

“For when you took me in right? It’s like my birthday? Why these kind, though?” Jinx tried to reach for the flower, and scowled at you in such a surly way that you couldn’t help but laugh and continue to keep the chrysanthemum out of her reach. “And what do they mean?”

You grinned at Jinx, a burst of warmth flooding your chest at her earnest questions - hanging on your every word since the beginning. Gently, you reached up and tucked a lock of blue hair behind her ear;

“Happiness.” You say, fingers lightly tracing along her fine jaw and chucking her on the chin as she giggled out loud. “Loyalty. Devotion. Joy.”

You bopped her nose with a tap of your index finger, and Jinx snuffled through another giddy little laugh. Then, with a flourish - the plucked bloom in your other hand made its way to be tucked snugly against Jinx’s hair behind her ear and your eyes warmed with deep, deep love for your found daughter.

“Family.”

[froginthestars]

guys its that time of the year! My obsession with jatp is back