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[calm-kamil-blog]

Gone || Closed

As quickly as the changing of seasons--as quickly as she had come into his life--she was gone.

Marla had left, and seemed to have taken the sunshine with her. Every moment, every gesture shared between the two now fell around in Skye’s memory like the snowflakes that were beginning to decorate the winter air.

I never got to tell her 

I shouldn’t have gotten attached

Carefully looking from his dorm window to the door and back--to ensure no one would walk in on his weakness--he let out a weak, affectionate chuckle and stared back out at the falling snow.

“Take care, little mermaid.” Skye whispered, closing his eyes.

[radishingchef]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs || Closed

Normally Raeger would make food for his own enjoyment but today was...different. 

He had noticed a certain someone hadn’t been coming to class recently. He just shrugged it off and thought it was because that was something she would do and was probably in one of her hiding spots. That was after the first day she was gone. After a few more? He began to get worried, to say the least. Was she sick or something? She was running through his mind and almost it was as if the teacher could read his mind, had provided some closure. She wasn’t sick, no. 

She was gone.

Raeger felt his heart drop. No, this had to be some bad dream. The more he thought about it, the more he thought maybe he was just being ridiculous. They were...friends? More than friends? Fuck, he didn’t know. He did know that he had to have felt some type of way about this girl. “Friends” don’t look at each other that way. 

It was toxic, really. He knew the more he overthought things, the worse he would feel. And cooking didn’t help, at least not when he was making paninis. These sandwiches became a comfort food for them. Them. 

There he sat in his dorm alone, eating paninis and listening to a mixtape she made for him on ye olde walkman. All he could think was how great would it be if she were here on his bed listening to music and eating paninis. For now, he just stared at the ceiling while the music tuned out everything.

“I want you,” he sighed. Not want like he said the last time, but want as in he just wanted her here with him. Those three words possessed so much meaning that he didn’t have the guts to say while he still had the chance.

[rebelcase-blog]

level twenty six

November 9th.

Neil received multiple phone calls in the morning, most from old friends that still stayed close to him over the years. Plans were made immediately. To drink. To eat. To catch-up. He promised them the weekends and that was the end of that. It may have been his birthday but it was a Thursday, too. Which meant work and seeing those bratty high schoolers he calls his students.

He’ll be nice today as his birthday treat. Just one detention maximum. Hell, maybe none. That depends if anyone was stupid enough to cross him intentionally.

His family planned to call too of course, but not until much later in the morning when they’d knew he wouldn’t be too grumpy. Promises of gifts being sent were thrown and questions about his plans for the future came naturally. He was still undecided for the most part, but he wasn’t being rushed. Being the youngest had its perks.

The rest of the day wasn’t too special. Greetings were exchanged, a few gifts, greetings... nothing special, really. 

But he didn’t mind. He already threw a party some weeks back and had more planned soon. For this day, he wanted to be by himself. Get a burger. No cakes. Pig out a little.

And when the day comes to an end, he’d be in his apartment, delightfully surprised after finding an odd batch of cupcakes waiting for him. He had a dislike for sweets, but this one... this one was different. It tasted terrible, but it had an odd kick. A spicy kick.

Only one person could be ingenious enough to think this would make for a great gift, and as much as he wanted to spit it all out, he ate everything. Of course he had to down a ton of milk to get rid of the horrid taste, but by the end of it, he caught himself smiling. 

These kind of gifts that were just for him? He liked that. And as much of an asshole as he is, he’s grateful.

"Happy 26th birthday.” He stared at his reflection before retiring for the night, wondering what the difference was between 25 year old him and 26 year old him. It’s been an interesting year, but with another year pass, that just means he’ll have to make the next one just as interest, if not more. 

Challenge accepted? Challenge accepted.

[rebelcase-blog]

just a feeling.

Neil can count in one hand the amount of times he took a day off from work. As much as he hated the kids at academy, he was diligent with work. He only ever took leaves when he’s too sick to even more, or when he’s in a mood.

The grumpy band teacher informed his classes beforehand that he’d be gone on Friday for an important long weekend. His so called important long weekend is him shutting everything out and just staying in his apartment.

He had everything he needed to keep himself locked up inside without the need to head out. He did the groceries, downloaded a bunch of movies, and informed possible annoyances that might drop by that he’ll be out. Locke up at the small attic space in his apartment that acted like his secret spot, he had his laptop on and some movies queued. He cooked enough food that required minimal heating and right now, he was content with just eating bacon strips and a ton of popcorn. 

Not the healthiest of choices but at least it was good. 

The movies he planned to watch did not have a specific genre. He just finished some old horror movie that was full of bad acting and an even worse plot. Right now, he was contemplating between a chick flick and an angst fest romance. While deciding, his mind drifted off and started wondering what would she like? “...heh, she’d cry if we watch this.” He went with the tear-jerker romance before he realized he was doing it again.

The whole point of this escape was to get back in the zone, rid his mind of her, and just... stop. Stop whatever it is before it turned into something uncontrollable. Something he can’t just shrug away or dismiss with a hateful comment.

Heh, and even if he did all that, she’d probably annoy the heck out of him, find a way to knock down his walls and invade his territory to paint it all pink. It didn’t even need a reason, she just would.

Then she’d probably take control over what food they should have bought, spill it all over the floor, burn a bacon or two... heh.

And it was because of those assumptions and idle thinking that lead Neil to believe he was already seated in a roller coaster he can’t get out off.

“...damn it.” He paused the movie right as it started and stared at the empty space beside him. Strawberries weren’t part of his grocery list but he swore he could detect the faintest scent of it nearby. It was most likely just his head playing with him, but it was enough to get him to pause everything. 

A hand reaching for his right cheek, he started admitting something he never thought he’d say or even think.

But that’s okay, no one’s here. No one’s around to see him lean back on the walls of the small attic space, eyes shut, and one hand covering his entire face. A familiar shade of red creeps it way to his features just by thinking about it, and even if it was just for this one moment, he lets himself admit it out loud: “I miss you.”

It was just a feeling, but it stuck.

[healthily-awkward-blog]

Check Out These Buns - [Closed]

Just another Saturday in Ford’s apartment. Birds singing (a touch too noisily!), the sun shining (a touch too brightly!), and Neon and Chrom, his rabbits, hopping about in the safe, yet spacious, area Ford had constructed for them after long nights of research. 

Although he had originally organized the designated Rabbit Space in a way he thought was perfect, he understood the rabbits were the true experts, and did not interfere with their new ‘interior design.’

He could go on all day about rabbit nutrition and the myths spread by popular culture surrounding it, or the many (adorable) names for special rabbit behaviors; but sometimes, it was best to just lie down on the floor with his fluffy friends and let them teach him personally.

[1dlessthan3-blog]

First Steps - [Closed]

Fifteen months went by so quickly, Ivan simply could not believe it. Right before his very eyes, his baby girl has already grown up so fast. It was like just yesterday she was born. Here she was now, taking her first steps. 

Thanks to modern technology, this treasured moment was captured on video on his phone, and posted on social media for all to see. He was so proud, he could barely contain himself. This was his baby, after all, and every moment he spent with her was absolutely precious.

Many kisses were planted on Annie’s forehead, followed by light giggles from the two of them. 

This was a moment where everything felt truly real. This was his baby and he was here to watch her grow. No matter how dreamlike the days were, Ivan was grateful times like these reminded him he was already awake.

[southernbluebelle-blog]

「 queen of the hill 」

「 After winning not just the group contest at the renaissance faire but the costume contest too, Georgia felt like a true queen during that short escape from the school. Her costume was all thanks to her roommates and if she pushed it a little more, Kurt’s gift-- the pendant-- was like a good luck charm! Gratitude to both him and Laney were due, plus along with their guardians and other friends, they had a buffet to go to!」

「 That night, Georgia folded her costume neatly and stored it in a small box along with the souvenirs she got from the faire. Tokens from the games, trinkets she bought with her savings, and last but not least, a crown to mark her personal victory. She planned to take a quick selfie while wearing it, but the door of her room opens and she finds herself quickly stashing the crown and shoving it under a chair. 」

「 Ahh! How embarrassing... maybe she’ll take that selfie another time...」 

[heartfeltnote-blog1]

Old Memories || Closed

A long, long time ago... There was a little girl who fell head over heels in love with a little boy, or so she assumed it was love since she was way too young to be making such declarations, who opened her eyes to a whole new world. One of wonder and amazement, something that would take more than one lifetime to fully discover inch by inch. There were mysteries to uncover and so many sights to see, things she never ever would have thought about if it wasn’t for that little boy. At least, that’s what it felt like for a little girl named Lyla Florence.

Way back before her parents decided to take the plunge, traveling about on a whim for the sake of keeping her father’s job, there was a time in Lyla’s life where she didn’t want to play in the mud or plant all of the pretty flowers she would eventually learn the names of. They lived in a small town where everyone kept to themselves for the most part, barely any children around to run about too, which made life difficult for her parents because they were the type to spend great lengths of time outdoors. Naturally for the little girl, she felt lonely and a tiny bit resentful.

As time went by, Lyla made small attempts at going outside, by herself, until one day... A beautiful tune tickled her ear-- Enamored by this sound, she followed after it in search of the wonderful instrument and stopped by the bushes to get a peek at the mystical being in the field before her. An ordinary boy, playing an ordinary flute. How peculiar. Why did he play it outside in the middle of nowhere when he could be showing off his beautiful music to the world?

Lyla couldn’t wait to get the answers to her questions for much longer, so she hopped out of the bushes to surprise the shy boy with her sudden appearance. Spooking him probably wasn’t the best way to go, too late for a conscience now. After calming him down, introductions were given and the mischievous, lonely girl took a seat in the grass with hopes of listening to the boy’s tune again. She had forgotten about her fear of getting bitten by tiny bugs hidden away beneath the blades of grass and she also didn’t mind sitting out in the sun too much, not when she had this interesting person with her. Time drifted away as they spent time together, then they soon realized it was getting dark and that meant it was time to go home.

These little meetings behind the bushes didn’t end there, in fact, they continued to meet up all around their little village. That boy seemed to know a lot about all kinds of things, which drew Lyla to him like a moth to a flame. It honestly helped that he didn’t mind having her full attention like this...

Without really even noticing it-- The feeling of loneliness gradually washed away with his help and she found herself running out of the house every morning with an excited look on her face, all thanks to making her first real friend.