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❝𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪? 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖. 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 '𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪'𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣.❞ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[tildenxtoots]

                                       YOU CAN TAKE THE BOY FROM THE FARM                                    BUT YOU CAN’T TAKE THE FARM FROM THE BOY

tilden toots had grown up on hand me downs with frayed edges, worn and torn, with little holes and rips. usually his shirts were always a little too big, but as is family didn’t have a lot of money -- he never complained. it wasn’t until he got out on his own did he begin to dabble with different styles. he loved floral patterns, things with pockets and little crannies where he could shove little flowers inside. he loved to wear straw hats, that would most of the time be rimmed with leaves or an assortment of wild flowers. he still wore his worn out overalls, but he enjoyed nice khakis and shirts that he didn’t have to button up all the way. a few rings adorned his fingers, along with a bracelet or two and a special necklace from his little sister that usually laid under his shirts. denim was a norm for tilden, along with beat up shoes. he enjoyed sweaters too, that he would roll up to his elbows. he still perused thrift stores and graciously took any of his older sibling’s clothes, but he had a few nice articles here and there. 

[tildenxtoots]

nimonascamander‌:

“Ah, gotcha. After I graduated, I was so wrapped up in trying to get my shop off the ground that I lost touch with a lot of people and what they were doing.” She said with a bit of a shameful shrug. It’d probably been about a year with her head own in her work until she’d really resurfaced into the social scene. Nimona had risked everything to get her business off its feet, and she wouldn’t allow something so silly like nostalgia for old friends and school days to get in her way. “It’s cool that you’re such good friends and your interests pair so well together. Kind of like the universe wanted it to happen.” She chuckled, taking a sip of her tea with a soft hum. Fingers plucked the small string of the tea bag, dousing it around some in the hot liquid as she continued to listen to her friend.

“I think so too. Everyone makes so many choices and there are so many variables, that I think there has to be some kind of fate.” She said softly, taking another bite of her food. Nimona liked believing in there being a path for everyone. Hell, in school, Nimona had become friends with Sybil because she thought is was extraordinary that she got to look into the future more than the rest of them did. It seemed like such a blessing and a curse, but since she wasn’t the one with the gift, it was easier for Nimona to assume it was more of a blessing than anything else.

Nimona’s eyes stilled, clearly shocked with the words that had come out of the other’s mouth. Her fork hit the corner of her plate as she released the second she heard Alastor’s name. Her lips twisted into a frown as she looked away and gently shut her eyes. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Betrayal. There were a whirlwind of emotions that swarmed her senses and threatened to choke the air out of her lungs. Of course. She’d known Alastor for so long that she felt idiotic for ever believing that he wasn’t associated with the ‘good’ side of all of this. She bit her lip, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she shook her head slowly. Golden hues rolled back onto Tilden as she opened her mouth and then shut it again. Half of her wished to get up and go scream at Alastor for keeping this from her and for tossing himself on the front lines as if she hadn’t been begging him to be careful. Tears hit her hues, and she scrubbed her face furiously as she shook her head, speechless for another good chunk of time as her emotions rolled through. When words finally break through her lips, they’re clipped and full of a mix of emotions. 

“I didn’t know it was even called the order. Much less Alastor was in it.”

“such dedication.” he hummed, a tilt to his head as he looked at nimona. it was nice to know others who had such a passion for what they loved. it wasn’t common to find people who loved what they did. “i am very grateful to have found a friend like greta.” he tells nimona, with such a soft voice. “she is one of the best people i have ever and will ever meet. she is truly a gem.” she had been one of the few people that made up tilden’s whole world. if something were to happen to her, tilden would surely crumble and turn to dust. 

seeing nimona’s reaction, he wished to have swallowed his words. if he knew that this would have upset her, he wouldn’t have ever even let it spill from his mouth. he had only assumed that she might have known anything because he had heard that alastor and her were friends. hearing her voice, he couldn’t help the apologies that tumbled out of his mouth. “i’m so sorry.” he began, hands coming up to wave in front of him. “i just-- i thought-- i don’t know anything either.” 

he took a deep breath, feeling terrible that he might be causing any drama. “i don’t know if he is either, nimona.” tilden tells her. “i don’t know anything about it, that’s why i’m looking. i’ve only heard whispers...” he truly feels awful that he has upset her so. “i am awfully sorry. i-i thought this might be the best place to start looking.” if he would’ve known where else to start looking, he would have gone to anyone else. he didn’t want to cause any trouble for the young woman, but it was too late now. 

“again, i apologize.” he bows his head this time, not being able to meet her eyes. it was the last thing he’d ever want to do, was to upset her in anyway. he considered her a friend. “we shouldn’t talk about it.” his voice was hushed now as he said so. both that it was dangerous to talk about such a thing, but also because it seemed to have hurt nimona.

[tildenxtoots]

silentlionsroar‌:

Desmond looked over at his friend his face softening for a second. ”no” he signed simply. His eyes starting off. “I miss some people too and I certainly missed you.” he signed. He had. When Tilden and Desmond had become friends Desmond was overjoyed. He had been so nervous and so alone for a long time. Tilden has this energy about him and Desmond felt so lucky that Tilden had also wanted to be his friend. He had went home and told his mum all about him being careful not to reveal to much around his dad of course. “Can I have the spoon please?” He signed with one hand. A silent chuckle he nodded. “May.” He signed with one hand. “I think you should meet her this week.” He signed shrugging. “I’m sure she would love to meet you. What plant wouldn’t? Reegan can always use some extra love too. Sometimes I think she tires of me.” He signed silently laughing. He felt his shoulders fall for a second and knew Tilden possibly noticed. It was getting harder to hold things back from his dead friends. He had kept secrets in so long. His school life from his parents and his home life from his school then even now. He kept his work life from people. It was exhausting and then there was the loneliness. Still, he kept a smile on his face. It would get better. Tilting his head he softly smiled. “They know about me?” He signed curious. “Please do ask. I don’t want to intrude on your family.” He signed narrowing his eyes at his friend but a smirk on his face. He felt bubbles of nervous joy rise in his stomach thinking about it

“I’m happy you like it. Maybe you can help me with some things around my home too.” He signed. “I’m trying to get some ideas you know.. eventually for a cabin.” He signed. “I’m tired of the cold feeling..” he signed “I would love your help. It will take some time but who better.” He signed smiling. It was only seconds later he felt his face drain of colour. Any words died in his mind before his hands could begin to form them. A sting hit his heart. He couldn’t begin to explain. “It broke. My old one.” He signed casually. “Thankfully I was able to get this one pretty fast.” Desmond had gone immediately to get a new one though he wasn’t sure how or what happened. He remembered the feelings and a sense but not the event itself. Though when he looked at the bruising. He knew this wasn’t some fall. Whatever it was, he made it out. He just have used the fighting he knew. He could feel the soreness when he moved. It hurt all the more not being able to remember how or why. Again. He felt trapped unable to explain to his friend, it was something else hidden not just from his friends but himself. “It works just as well.” He signed trying to reassure him.

tilden was glad that desmond felt the same way, letting out a sigh. it seemed sometimes, he missed people so fully -- even if they were right in front of him. there were days where he felt as if he was too far away from his friends. along with a niggling fear that they could slip through his fingers at any moment. it made him long to reach out and hold them close and whisper all his love and affection before it was too late. he shakes himself out of his thoughts, passing desmond the spoon with a soft smile on his face. “i would love to meet them. i’m sure you’ve taken such good care of them.” he murmurs, nodding his head. 

he was a little taken aback that desmond would think that tilden didn’t tell his family every little thing about their friendship when he still went home for the summers from hogwarts. “of course they know about you!” he exclaimed. although, his family didn’t care much about the magical world or what was happening in it. his mother still softened, though, when he talked about all the friends that he made. happy that her middle child still managed to make friends in a different world than their own. “you think i wouldn’t talk about you? i was so restless over the summers, i just wanted to go back to hogwarts to see you and everyone else!”

“of course!” he gave another nod of his head, willing to help desmond with really anything. his eyes lit up at the idea of helping his friend out with some cabin. it all went out, though, when his eyes fell onto the wand and he quickly made to comment on it. his mouth turned into a thin line, a fear and anger starting to boil in his blood. “broke?” he questioned, his eyes turning to desmond’s face. “broke how?” now he was starting to invade his friend’s space, wanting to know answers. “are you in trouble? is someone hurting you?” 

[tildenxtoots]

nimonascamander‌:

“How long have you both been doing the show?” It was a detail that had escaped her from the original conversation with Greta. She asked because it seemed like the pair were so relaxed and comfortable with the job they had. Of course, some of it must have come naturally, but Nimona thought they must have had a little practice to be as wonderful as they were. “Well, when you’re good friends with both of the hosts, it’s nearly impossible not to enjoy it.”

She looked own at her drink for a moment, unable to help the way thinking of her parents’ original disapproval had taken a bit of the light of her eyes. Nimona thought they’d been scared, and while she couldn’t understand that then, she got it now. They didn’t want their daughter to be caught in a career that didn’t have as much security; and they were worried about all of her ancestor’s work going to waste. It hadn’t been an act of animosity, even if it might of felt like it at the time. “You know, I like to think that too. If I wasn’t a witch and things weren’t as they are, I still believe I would’ve found my way to sewing or something similar.” It was what she loved, and while magic definitely made the process smoother, it was by no means required to do the work. 

“New friends are always welcomed in my book too. You can never have enough.” Nimona relied on her friendships a lot to get her through the tumultuous times they were going under. She knew that if she couldn’t rely on them, that she’d be a lot more on edge than she was currently. Nimona waited patiently for the other to serve himself before moving to fill her own plate. Golden hues looked up, brightening at his warm compliments of her cooking before she nodded with ease. “This is the one meal I know I have down perfectly. It’s my favorite.” Nimona admitted, spearing a potato with her fork and popping it her mouth with a hum.

“oh, we started it after graduating from hogwarts.” tilden answered, rubbing at his chin. he could recall fondly on the memories of greta and him staying up all night trying to plan for the show. both of them stewing over what they were going to call it. “we had been planning it a little before that, during school. we both just have a love for plants and food, it seemed like a perfect match -- especially to make it more popular in the media.” he let out a laugh and shook his head. “thank you, honestly, it’s quite warming to hear your compliments.” he really did take her comments to heart, as him and greta tried real hard. 

he watched her, waiting for her to speak. “it’s just meant to be.” tilden hummed, taking a sip of his own drink. “i suppose us being friends was meant to be as well.” he chuckles, warmly. it was quite nice to find another person to talk with besides greta and desmond. not that it was bad talking with those two, it was just nice to get another perspective and support. “it’s delicious.” he tells her, continuing to eat.

it’s silent for awhile, as they eat and tilden thinks on how to approach this subject. he knows nimona couldn’t possible be anything but good, although he had no idea her commitments in the war. he was cautious, but he felt as if he might be able to talk about this with her out of any one of his friends. he didn’t think greta would have much to talk about with him on it, as she tried to stay as oblivious as he once had. and desmond... he was afraid the man might try to convince him not to. “i’m--” he lowers his voice a little, as if he’s scared that anyone else could even faintly hear him. he knew that she was acquainted with alastor moody, so he thought she might know a little something about the order before he rushed off to ask the moody man about it. “i’ve been thinking about... about looking into the order.” he breathes it out, “i know your friends with alastor... would... do you know anything?”

[tildenxtoots]

carrowcold‌:

Alecto was entertaining a conversation about plants. She truly was losing her fire. The brunette shrugged, knowing whatever reason she gave him wouldn’t do much good to change his mindset. He loved plants in the very same way she loved blood and violence. None of it made any real sense, but it appeared neither of the two were about to give up what brought them joy. “Plants won’t do you much good in the long run, Tilden. People are a lot more useful.” No one would win the war with bloody plants, after all.

The brunette shifted on her feet, looking around a little to ensure no one else was getting an earful of this conversation. Alecto looked to the wizard before shrugging. “I should probably be going, but I suppose if I need your help, I should just go looking some place with plants?” It wasn’t rude, but it was better than her leaving with a thank you of all things.”

he listened to her, and could only give a shrug of his shoulders. tilden liked to play ignorant to all that happened in the world so he didn’t comment on what she said. best to just let it be. “i’m usually around where the trees are big and the flowers are in full bloom.” he gave her a small smile and a chuckle, nodding his head. “mostly i’m just working at the local greenhouses if you need anything else.” if there was anywhere that tilden was likely to be, it was somewhere with nature. “have a good day, alecto.” 

[tildenxtoots]

silentlionsroar‌:

Desmond smiled he was happy to see his friend excited about the idea. "Good knife work.” he signed and smiled seeing his silverware. Over the years Desmond had come to learn what knives worked best for whatever was being cooked and his to take care of them. Back then, it had been something else to focus on and it was something his dad couldn't take away, like music. They were a skill he worked, nourished and trained to have. Whenever he had been cooking at home the stress from the rest of the day.. It melted away. He got to be creative, to zone out and smile. Desmond shook his head and raised an eyebrow. He tried picturing it.. but he worried he’d break something there. It was an interesting experience for him to put up a tent and be in the wilderness camping. He had loved every minute of it, he had missed those opportunities and seeing friends outside of school and here was Tilden offering him that. Allowing his friends hand on his shoulder he looked up with anticipation ”Really? I'd enjoy that.” his hands spelled out. ”if your family is okay with it.”

Some nights did get lonely. Desmond didn't mind being alone and he did have reegans company. Yet, some nights kept him awake as he remembered what it was like.. To have someone beside him. To feel that warmth and acceptance, to playfully steal the blankets from or to have someone to hide under them with. Someone to wake up next too. Today however he did not longer on it. Today was a great afternoon because he had his brother here, who he had missed. Desmond enjoyed every moment with him. ”girl.” he signed after he turned to face him and set the silverware down., it was still something that after all these years couldn't be if course changed Desmond would sometimes have to give a sort of polite look that said Wait please or he would just finish what he was doing so he had free hands, unless the person could lip read very well. He silently chuckled and leaned forward and with one hand finger spelled the name “M-A-Y” he had hoped his friend would like the news and it seemed he did. May was certainly a joy to see. Especially in the mornings.

Desmond nodded. He wondered if sometimes his friend was getting suspicious at all. He imagined maybe., after all, he was never free during the summers, didn’t show any of his letters from home. Never brought up holidays or birthdays. It was undetstanble his friend might be suspicious. He wondered if at times, he was giving anything away. Still, he shrugged it off. His dad was behind bars anyway. For all of their sakes. Desmond nodded “it was the worst combination but they ate it!” He signed. His dad had loved it. He was certain mum took some bites too but couldn’t finish it. Desmond’s had sat knocked over by accident. He didn’t dare touch any part of it. “Thank you Til.” He signed smiling softly as he began getting out the other ingredients he felt his wand almost slip out of his pocket. Setting it on the table it wasn’t his Pine Wood with a Phoenix feather core. This wand was a Vine wood with a Phoenix feather core. 11 inches. “Much better.” He signed smiling and turning back to being over Tildens cup and give him some more tea.

tilden was skilled in the art of cooking or baking, not as much as greta was, though. she was a whole different cyclone of recipes and secret ingredients. somehow, cooking with her always made everything better. it was a shame she wasn’t with them right now, the three of them would probably all be giggling and talking over one another. “is it silly to say that i miss greta in this moment?” a soft smile falls onto his face as he looks up at desmond. he shakes his head, and narrows his eyes at his friend, seeing a glimpse of something that passes over his face. he wants to ask if desmond is okay, what could be churning in that mind of his but he leaves it alone as the conversation seems to have gotten excited by the prospect of visiting tilden’s family farm. “i’ll write them tonight, about it. i’m sure they would love to see you.” 

he listened so intently to desmond as he told him about his plant. tilden loved plants, of course, so when he leaned forward to listen -- it was expected. “may?” he tapped his chin as he thought over the name, a big toothy grin on his face. “i like it!” he exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. he always loved naming plants, thought they deserved their own names as well. “i would love to meet her sometime!” as he watched desmond pull out his wand, his eyes zeroed in on it. it was different... and tilden noticed.

he went over to his friend and pointed down at the wand. “what is this?”

[tildenxtoots]

nimonascamander‌:

Nimona smiled, but it wasn’t very bright as the other wished for more normal days. It was so morbid that they had to hope for things of that nature. Nimona was once again nostalgic for the old Hogwarts days when they hadn’t been too busy or had to fear for the impending war. The woman sighed, shaking her head as she agreed. “Let’s just hope there comes a day when we can have normal days more often than busy days.” Nimona bobbed her head up and down. “I do. Greta mentioned it a while back, and ever since, I’ve been tuning in.”

“I really do.” Nimona began with a smile. “I’m sure you know that my family has a history of doing the same thing. So, when I decided that wasn’t for me, I knew the only way that they’d come to accept it was if I was doing something I was really passionate about.” The redhead explained. Her parents still couldn’t really wrap their heads around it, but they were slowly warming back up to her with every passing month. “I’ve never had something else come so naturally. It just…it fits.” The girl stopped herself from rambling on about the joys of sewing. “You must know some of that though right? Herbology and plants make you happy?” She murmured, getting up as the timer went off on the stove. 

Nimona listened to him as she took the pots out of the oven and used her wand to bring the rest of the side dishes over with her. Setting them down gently on the table, the woman sat down again and smiled warmly over at the other. “I’m glad you’re here with me, Tilden.” The woman murmured, motioning for him to begin to fill his plate. “Take as much as you want.” She assured him, happy to wait to fill her own plate with roast and all of the trimmings. After all, this dinner was really for him as much as it was for her.

tilden nodded his head along with her. what a time that would be, to have any sort of normal days. everything seemed so tense in these times, not just with jobs and growing into adulthood -- but with the war and all that was happening in the wizarding world. “oh, i’m so glad!” a big smile fell onto his face, and he felt a little warmth in his heart. he felt proud of himself and of greta, that people were tuning into their show. “i’m hoping you’ve been enjoying it!”

as he listened to her, he understood what she was talking about. he had some sort of grasp on her family background -- because of their popular family name. “i get that, yeah.” he nods his head once again, crossing his arms over his chest. “somehow herbology comes naturally to me as well. probably because i was raised on a farm. funny, my family has been doing the same thing for generations and i’d keep doing it if i hadn’t been pulled into the wizarding world.” in another life, tilden was a simple farmer -- starting his own farm and working at the fields the rest of his life. it was still a sort of dream of his -- the farm was his home, afterall. “incredibly so.” it had made him so, so happy even on the worst of days.

his face softened for her with her words, and he was truly glad to be there as well. “i am glad to have found another friend.” he tells her, before tilden’s eyes turn upon the food. if there was anything else tilden was besides a tree hugger was a foodie. “this looks delicious!” he exclaims, starting to shovel the food onto his plate and dig in. he closed his eyes as he took the first bite, savoring the food in his mouth. “i love food just as much as i love plants, honestly.”

[bob-belcher]

I told you, I need someone serious.

Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic

[memetaped]

random moments send a symbol for…  

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours. 

☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them.  

📱 a time my muse texted / called yours.  

🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

🖼️ a time my muse talked about someone from their past.

🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours. 

💔 a time my muse said they hated yours.

💧 a time my muse cried.

💡 a time my muse laughed.

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

👀 a time my muse told a lie. 

🌙 a time my muse told the truth.

🍎 a time my muse felt safe with yours.

🍃 a time my muse left home.

⚙️ a time my muse talked about something they made, drew, built.      

[tildenxtoots]

carrowcold‌:

Alecto could peer into the man’s gaze and know easily that she terrified him. He looked at her as if he were waiting for the first punch to land. He wasn’t wrong to do so, but Alecto had little interest in maiming him at the current moment. She’d gotten her fill of violence last night and was still caught up in the lingered peace that seemed to fill her when the murderous deeds were done. So, for today, he would be safe, but Alecto wouldn’t clue him into the fact. It was much more fun to watch him try and suss out what she was after.

She couldn’t find any allure in plants or tending to them. Alecto could appreciate the aesthetic of them, but aside from that, she saw no need for her to fuss with any  of the preparation or upkeep. The other, though, talked about the foliage as if he were discussing the woman or man of his dreams. It was almost comedic, but Alecto wasn’t in the mood to outright offend the other when he could prove useful later on. “-You do realize they are only plants though? Wouldn’t it make more sense to spend your time with other people?”

tilden shrugged his shoulders. he was both a plant person and a people person. he enjoyed the company of both -- maybe one moreso the other, but nonetheless. “i love plants, though.” he tells her, turning to look up at her. “we try to spend time doing the things we like or seeing the people we love -- it’s like that.” he tries to explain. “there’s a sort of tranquility with plants that, that most people don’t have.” 

plants never seemed to have problems, and usually were more carefree. of course, there were grumpy ones but compared to humans they had less trouble and issues. it was easy to get along with them, to talk to the plants. “why can’t i spend time with both?” a small tilt to his head, and a smile on his face. “herbology is my passion.” luckier, than some, tilden had always sort of knew what he wanted to do. felt that he was destined for in this life. 

[breakmyheartwithlyrics]

Tove Lo- Come Undone

[tildenxtoots]

favorite plant?

ii. shake like the bough of a willow tree

tilden’s face lights up, a smile spreading onto his face. he loved plants, nature, the earth. he could talk on and on about it — has a radio show dedicated to it. it’s his passion, his life’s work, his calling. he has such an affinity for plants — one that is so extraordinary and amazing that it never fails to brighten his days.

“wow, where to even start.” he strokes his chin, as he goes over the different plants. tilden hummed as he thought about it before finally coming to an answer. “i think flitterblooms are my favorite.” tilden says, thinking of his own flitterbloom plant that he had left at the greenhouses at hogwarts. of the ones he takes care of now. “i use to have one while at school, he was a joy to have. i’ve always remembered him. i hope he remembers me too.”

[tildenxtoots]

are you scared you'll lose people you love in the war?

i. and the day that we watch the death of the sun. that the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on. that you gaze unafraid as they saw from the city ruins. wasteland, baby. im in love with you.

tilden rubs at the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable with the question. he hated to think about the war — about everything that was happening outside his own personal life. the dire situation of the wizarding world. the threat to people like himself — muggleborn.

then he thinks of others. his family, his friends, all he holds dear and the fear that grips his heart is so tight it feels like he could combust. “—terrified.” he breathes out, his hand reaching his heart and grabbing the shirt fabric there. “scared right to my bones.” his voice is shaky.

he thinks of daisy, of greta, of desmond, of nimona, of all the people who have affected his life somehow — who have shown him love and happiness. those he laughed with, those he cried with, and he is afraid. so incredibly afraid of losing it all. of losing anyone and everyone.

[tildenxtoots]

Honesty Hour

have at it fellow humans

[tildenxtoots]

hestiajcnes‌:

Hestia jumped off the counter to follow Tilden back into the living room. With a squeak of a chair, she sat down, blanket wrapped around her shoulders as if she lived in this home as well. She’d always just felt too comfortable with Tilden, and wouldn’t expect any less from him if they were at her flat. “Oh there are so many where do I begin?” Hestia teased, pushing a hair back from her face.

“Would you like to hear work woes or love woes first?” she gave him the option, raising her eyebrows. “One is way more dramatic than the other and completely my fault. I’m sure you can guess which.” While Hestia was smiling, she felt the sadness tinging her features, making her eyes a little less bright. Thinking about her fight with Edgar always seemed to do that to her.

tilden listened intently to hestia, and knew that her troubles were probably just as bad as his own. they both seemed unlucky with love -- yet, they couldn’t stop wanting their person. he was so in love with daisy that it hurt some days. it hurt his heart, and he had tried in the past to not think of her so much, but it never seemed to work out. she was so tangled up in his life and he had no clue on how to unravel her from him -- not that he’d ever want to anyway. 

“hmm, work woes first.” he decided, curling up on the couch and getting himself comfortable. “let’s save all the tears for the end.” tilden gives a soft smile. he says this as if their troubles and venting was a movie, one that ended with tears. “although, maybe i just want to save the best for last.” he chuckles, but then rights himself. “okay, hit me with it and i’ll hit you with mine.”

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silentlionsroar‌:

Desmond signed smiling. " I can get a pot. Want to help me cut up some vegetables?” He signed with one hand as he grabbed some mixed veggies setting them on the counter. It was a display of bright different colors. He loved that about vegetables. It was a way he could tell he was eating healthy and it was just fun. A simple spray of water from his wand rinsed them off. “Alright no more magic.” He signed silently laughing. “You will eat anything huh?” He signed smirking. “ You pick the next few ingredients then. It sounds great Til. I’m sure I would probably be rubbish at it. I mean I’ve worked in the yard sometimes.” He signed shrugging. “Nothing like what I imagine you did though but it sounds like it would feel great after. Worth while.” He signed smiling. Good honest work. The opposite of what his father did and tried to get his son to do. “I would love to see a farm sometime. Maybe we can go someday.” He signed. “You can tell me all about it. I would take you to well.. it’s dreadfully boring.” He signed silently laughing.. and it really wasn’t his anymore.. or his dads.. he got his mum out too.. he shook the thought away and smiled.

He grabbed some plates and sat the vegetables aside moving about the kitchen rather comfortabley. He always felt comfortable in kitchens especially Tildens. It felt like another home. Of course that didn’t mean he would ever barge in without asking he still had his ingrained manners, and he tackled his friend too, it was an acceptance that he had with Tilden. He wasn’t certain when he was younger he would ever really find it. Along came Tilden. His life changed for the better the day they met. He watched his face change but still kept smiling for his friend. He knew the situation in their world right now.. it was terrifying. The evening they got fired at he was afraid he would have broken tildens bones the way he pushed him into the wall so he wouldn’t get hit. He would rather him get hit then Tilden. The world needed Tilden. He didn’t like thinking how it could be if they never met. Tilden had this way about him that Desmond wished he had. He had this way in the world of seeing people, of being a strong family man support, in his opinion and he admired it.

“See. It’s true. We are strong and we are not going anywhere.” He signed smiling. “Perhaps his will also make you smile. I got a plant recently. Really beautiful. I would love you to see.” He signed smiling. “You can tell me more and see. I think yiu would be proud of me and I have to give Reagan credit too. The plant has a special spot in the house. Reagan can get there but she hasn’t. She knows better now I’ve been working with her. Maybe you can come by later this week?” He signed bring his lip with a smile.

“I don’t know!” He signed rapidly. His eyes wide. “I didn’t try it. To me It looked more like a decoration than something you could eat. I was nervous. And I wanted chocolate and vanilla, chocnilla?” He signed. “I ended up spilling it. I swear my father lost all color in his face.” He signed face palming. “Tilden I swear there was caviar on it. On ice cream” He signed almost rolling his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed as he let out a burst of silent laughter, “which ice cream? The gold one?” He signed in disbelief. “It wasn’t funny then. It was horryfing”. He signed. “I’m glad too. It’s been a long time. I can’t remember when you last tackled me”. He signed teasing. “Is it alright if I stay here for The night?

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“sure!” tilden beamed, moving from his seat to help his friend with the food. he went to work, helping cut up the vegetables with a smile on his face. the man could eat anything, and really, anything. he was a foodie right down to his core -- it’s what started his friendship with greta, afterall. he helped pick out the next ingredients, and then wrapped his arm around desmond’s shoulders. “hey, i’m sure you’d be just fine at it! it’s hard work, but you can get use to it after awhile of routine.” he tells his friend, pulling away from him. “i’ll have to take you the next time i visit the farm.” he says, it is an offer -- a subtle invitation to one of his best friends. “no worries, buddy!”

it was always a joy to have friends over. it made tilden feel less alone in this giant world. he had always appreciated that greta and him got a place together. he always had her around -- just to hang out with, have supper with, chat with. it was nice to have people around. he went back over to his seat, allowing desmond to fix up the rest of the food. his mood picked up when desmond mentioned his plant. “oh, you got a new friend?” his eyebrows lifted on his forehead and a big grin spread onto his face. “what’s it’s name? is it a boy or girl?” he asked, already so interested in this new plant friend. he loved, loved, loved plants and was so glad to hear that his friend had adopted one. “i would love to!” he absolutely beams at this idea. 

as desmond talked about the icecream and his father, tilden listened intently. he had always be suspicious of desmond’s family life -- but never wanted to push him into talking about something that may be quite terrible. still, he was always willing to listen and take any information about his friend’s family life as he could. “caviar on the ice cream?” tilden gave a weird look, feeling as if this was crossing a line. “that must be the weirdest combinations i’ve ever heard of!” he says, crossing his arms as he relaxes in the chair to think more on that weird icecream. “oh, yeah, yeah. you can stay as long as you want, des.”

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carrowcold‌:

She could sense the other was at least mildly afraid of her, and that made Alecto quietly proud. She had never had to act out against the other, but the tales of what she’d done to those like him had spread far enough to reach him. A half smirk crossed her lips before it disappeared, not wanting any passerbys to think that there was actual enjoyment to be found in their conversation.

Alecto watched as the other scribbled down his instructions. She took it back, lifting a brow as he offered further assistance should she need it. “Do you always spend your days with plants?” She asked, tucking her things back into the depths of her pockets with the help of her wand. The elves could sort through it later, and if there were other questions, she’d procure further clarity from the man before her.

tilden was nervous around the carrow woman, but he tried not to let it show too much. he wasn’t one to shake or cower from another person -- but his fear was very evident in his eyes and the way he couldn’t meet her own. he had sort of hoped that she might take her leave after answering her question -- not that he didn’t mind helping her, he enjoyed helping people with plant related questions -- he just would have felt a little more at ease if she wasn’t standing over him. 

at her question, tilden nodded his head. “most days, yes.” a small smile formed on his mouth as he let his thumb caress one of the leaves. “they need company just like anyone else. i find friends with them, and somehow it feels like home.” he rambles on. “mother earth is quite spectacular if people actually paid attention to her.” then he whispers more quietly, “i think we’re hurting her more than we know.”