#seaons

[the-lost-get-loud]

[robbeers]

Mt. Coronet from the Hisui Region in all 4 seasons in: Pokémon Legends: Arceus

avaliable in january, 2022.

[heartsofminds]

saudade

I think I fell in love with him the same way that the seasons come and go. 

Our timeline is one of blistering colors and ever changing temperatures with birthdays, school dances, and holidays thrown in the mix and if you linger for too long, you’re looking at January from the perspective of December when you swear it was just July and you were comparing the size and itchiness of your mosquito bites with all your friends. The pink stains of cherry popsicles on white t-shirts turn in to pink cheeks during biting snow storms in November when prayers of school being cancelled are answered. 

I fell in love with him like I did with the spring. My affection and care for him growing subtly and slowly, but beautifully through the same lens. The ice wall of winter I had built around myself slowly but surely melting away and being able to stand talking to him for more than ten minutes without wanting to wring his neck. 

We blossomed like the flowers through random inside joke texts that never made anyone feel pressured to respond. Wet grass feeling good on your bare feet like how the teasing smirks and “Hey!”’s and “Hi!”’s and “What’s up?”’s are thrown around like you’re playing catch in the hallway between passing periods. I fell in love with him like I did with the spring because for once my feelings for him weren’t frigid or blazing; they were calm and collected and for once in my life I was content with the thought of him sticking around and us forever living in this comfortable limbo of “what could be” and “what is.” Back then the former and the latter didn’t make my head spin. 

I fell in love with him like I did the spring because for a long time I felt the chill of winter and in a flash, the comfort of summer, hot and humid, crept up on me and the sweetness of freshly pollenated flowers stuck around just short enough that I could never get sick of it. 

I fell in love with him like I did with the summer. Blistering heat, funky tan lines, friendship bracelets, and sunsets that emulated cotton candy and lavender fields. Our friendship growing and my head above water in a refreshing pool of compliments and endless banter. The cacophony of cicadas and long walks and the thrill of being places together without getting caught.

The guilt was fun; having a secret that no one was to know about. Sitting on picnic blankets at dusk; legs across his lap and the endless circles and smiley faces drawn into my calves by his dull, half moon thumbnails. The stars and the lightning bugs forcing the words out of ourselves. “We’re taking things slow. Right?” even though neither of us were known for our remarkable patience. 

His smile warmed me and the idea of being each other’s exclusively routinely drowned me. The fear of diving into a shallow pool, the knowing that if it ends it would end badly, so deathly terrifying that I almost turned it away. Through rainbow colored embroidery thread and lemon ice cream I fell for the goofy grins and the lingering hugs. I fell for the sunset watching and the shared childhood stories and the idea that maybe, quite possibly, this could be an ocean instead of a pool. 

I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the summer because I could never tell if the warmth in my body was from my sunburned cheeks or the compliments he used to give me. 

I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the fall. Football games and meeting him at his house after, painting my face with his jersey number, and homecoming thrown somewhere in the mix between advanced placement calculus and chemistry. The chill in the morning walking from the car into the school building and the heat of the summer still lingering like an afterthought at 3 PM; the sweater brandishing your arms immediately coming off at the end of the day before cranking up the A/C in the car to drive the eight minutes home. 

We snuck in kisses between splitting ways to attend after school practices. The leaves falling off the trees and hot teenage hands that possessed the warmth of summer in places where they shouldn’t have been. I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the fall because my days and nights flipped, and when you’re falling for someone you can’t exactly pinpoint when and where these things happen. 

I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the fall because I was convinced he was perfect for me and he would never change, just like the oak tree in my next door neighbor’s yard. 

I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the winter. The snow on the ground and seeing the heat of your breath in the air. Ice skating around my heart and planting himself further into me; making sure I never forget our time together and what was to come. We ignored the elephant in the room of having to make up our minds. 

I learned that every snowflake is unique as well as every moment spent with him. He blew hot air on my cold hands. He walked me to my car and gave me prolonged hugs as it warmed up so I wouldn’t have to drive home in the cold before the heat actually did what it was supposed to do. 

I fell in love with him like how I fell in love with the winter and if I think about it for too long, my eyes start to water and my lips start to shake. I fell in love with him like the winter, because then I knew he could never love me the same way. 

I sat through the seasons with and without him; the life I had before in high school forcing its way into my conversations with old friends. His name buzzes in my ears like the wasps in their nests in my aunt’s backyard; the location of my many birthday parties. Parties that involved him, of course. 

I fell in love with him through grainy FaceTime phone calls in shitty dorm rooms with even shittier wifi. I fell in love with him through inside jokes and flirtatious looks. I fell in love with him through my own selfish hopes; the idea that I no longer wanted him but didn’t want someone else to have him and that we could work. The hope that we could make sense long term being the daylight savings to transport us back to summer, back to where things were good and happy and warm and we were free. 

My heart used to shrivel and my stomach used to drop at the thought of someone else having him. My heart used to swell with pride at the idea that I was the only girl who had him during the seasons of him I had witnessed and that no other girl could take that away from me, no matter how intelligent or gorgeous or sweet or obnoxious the next one is. I’ll always have been some of his springs, summers, autumns, and winters. But then I realized that I won’t ever be that girl again and that I myself will never have him the way that I did. The seasons changed and so did he and so have I. 

So now I fall in love with him from afar, thankful to have been loved by him the best way he knew how. I sit and wait for new flowers to grow and the next lavender and peach sunrise to come on a cool spring morning. I fell in love with him during the spring and I am waiting and seeing if the sunrise brings me some more clarity this time. 

[thelemoncoffee]

saiouma season gods-

like- they control one of the four seasons, Kokichi Fall and Shuichi Spring. idk who the other two would be, but that isn't really importaint for the au, so choose who you want

As gods of opposite seasons, the humans who worship them believe they despise one another, many a story told of how they fought so much over the years that their powers of life and death clashing created the other two gods as the universe's way of calming their tempers.

The humans' tellings of their story are nothing but myth, of course. Most everything they deem fact about the gods was mere misinterpretation. In fact, anything they've done that might have been seen by the humans as hostility, was actually pinning. The only thing that had been true was their emotions causing their powers to clash and create the other two gods, but in this case it was their love and not hate.

The two have been in love forever, finding beauty in both the other's powers and looks, however they're both extremely bad at flirting. It's not like they haven't tried, but they're horrible at flirting, and even worse at reconizing romantic interest, and as results they've gotten nowhere.

The other two gods knew good and well the others love for each other had created them, and as such found this bullshit pinning between the two inffuriating. The duo took it upon themselves, as manifestations of Shuichi and Kokichi's love, to play cupid and try to hook them up.

Many of their attempts failed, and they were thinking about just giving up and letting the two oblivious morons pin for eternity, but one of them found out about the human's awful take on their story, and they utilized it to help get them together.

They suggested Shuichi and Kokichi went down to earth with mortal guises, a chance to see how their mortals were doing and partake in their fun. To their complete and utter amazement, this last-ditch effort to get them together worked.

The duo went down, descovering first hand the horrible misinterpretation of their love. When voicing this mutual complaint to each other they accedentally confessed, and to the other two god's relief were together by the time they returned.

To their dismay however, they had caught on to what the other two had done by sending them down there, and Kokichi specifically had made them pay for tricking them like that and they became vicims of the trickster's pranks for a month.

Bonus: I also like the idea that they could possibly have secondary god titles/powers. like- they're mainly known for their season-based abilities, Shuichi bringing forth life and warmth and Kokichi death and cold, but they also have a secondary thing they do.

Like Kokichi's known for being a trickster god, and Shuichi maybe a peace bringer. this also would mean some humans might villianize Kokichi for being a trickster of death that made the peace bringer of life unpeaceful, but hey- just more fule for Saiouma to go "sore wa chiga yo" and hook up.

the other two probably have seoondary titles too, but what those titles are are completly up to y'all and who y'all might choose as the summer and winter gods

[ikarus-the-phoenix]

Although I definitely do not miss winter, I kind of miss spring. Not for all the stereotypical baby-bunnies-and-flowers reasons, but because people were so happy about so little. People would be like "guys it's gonna be 45 degrees tomorrow! We should have a picnic and play frisbee!" People would walk around in t-shirts and shorts on those days, dancing in the sun. Spring is a time of hope, a season that teaches you to celebrate the small victories and to appreciate all the little joys life provides you, even when things are still far from perfect.

[haileyicon]

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[brownhillsbob]

#365daysofbiking Keep trying:

February 24th - And nature, she kept trying thought out the end of my journey. 

Outside the place I was supposed to be an hour previously, this single yellow solitary soldier was the first of it’s cohort to wake from spring on the bank opposite the bike shed.

I felt proud and pleased for it, it’s comrades still in bud.

It made me much, much happier.  This journal is moving home. Find out more by clicking here

[dridsimsheart]

Alaska&Eira