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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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It is Tuck Month Day 18 and I am back on my bad art bullshit so have an abh au!
(Rose is Alfred, Miles is Alice, no I don’t know how costumes work)
and by far the best drawing I’ve ever made:
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I SCREAMED
what a CONCEPT FDJLKSDFKLJLSJA the quotes you chose???? murder me????
all my stars
Tuck Everlasting - A Miles x Rose and baby!Thomas Story
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 12
A/N: so i’ve decided that miles’ wife is named rose. idk where i first got this impression, but no one has ever told me otherwise so it’s canon now, i guess.
Summary: Miles turned his head, which rested a top Rose’s, to look at his slumbering child. “He’s my whole world, Rose,” he said, and his chest rumbled with the thunder of a pleasant rainstorm.
Rose padded through her farmhouse, holding a candle out in front of her to guide the way. The house was quiet, as it almost always was, but when she stopped and listened, she could hear the steady, soft voice of her husband. It was coming from her son’s room, and if she knew her boys, they were reading.
The woman stopped at her son’s partially open door, looking through the gap quietly, careful not to make a sound.
Miles was sitting on his son’s bed, his feet crossed, and a book opened on his lap. His hair was a mess, just like his sons, and his voice was quiet, reading the story with great inflection, his voice rising and falling with the tide of the story. One hand pressed down on the worn pages, and the other was wrapped around his son, who was snuggling into his side. Thomas’ eyes were bright with excitement, giggles sometimes escaping him as he mouthed the words that he knew by heart.
Rose watched them for a moment, love filling her heart and warming her through. This life, simple and sometimes hard, was all she had dreamed of and more. When Miles had first admitted his feelings for her, she saw this moment, and now, to be living it, she couldn’t wish for more.
Miles must have noticed her creeping in the doorway, because he closed the book after finishing the page, kissing Thomas on the forehead. Thomas began to protest, voice petulant from lack of sleep, but convincing in its earnestness. Rose could see her husband hesitate for a moment, and she entered the room, giving them both a look that made them look down, sheepishly.
“You were supposed to go to sleep hours ago, young man.” She walked over to her little boy, set the candle down on the table, and hugged him, wrapping him in her arms. Thomas apologized to her, and she kissed his cheek, pushing the blankets back so he could crawl under them for bed.
Miles looked at her, a twinkle in his eyes, and kissed her cheek. She scoffed and swat his arm, playfully.
“You were supposed to put him to bed.”
Miles smiled and breathed out through his nose in amusement. “Without a story? You know Thomas wouldn’t allow that.”
Rose rolled her eyes, walking to the foot of the bed, where she collected a pillow that had fallen. “He’s three, Miles.”
“And very convincing for his age.” Miles walked over to his wife, hugging her from behind. She laughed at his playfulness, dropping the pillow once more. Turning around in his arms, Rose looked at Miles with deep, loving eyes. He kissed her, pulling her waist closer to his own and she giggled against his lips. “I love you,” Miles mumbled.
“I love you, too.” Rose laid her head against his chest, and turned her gaze to her little Thomas, who was laying down, his eyelids heavy but still open, and he looked at his parents. Rose winked and him and he closed his eyes, sleep taking him quickly.
Miles turned his head, which rested a top Rose’s, to look at his slumbering child. “He’s my whole world, Rose,” he said, and his chest rumbled with the thunder of a pleasant rainstorm.
“Is he, now?”
Rose pulled away from his embrace and looked at Miles, one eyebrow raised in jest.
Miles shook his head, a grin on his face. “And you are my sun—” he kissed her soft lips “—and moon—” another kiss “—and all my stars.”
He kissed her again.
AHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET
sugar
Tuck Everlasting - A Mae and Jesse Tuck Story.
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 11
Summary: “Jesse, do you have the sugar?” Mae started on making a second pie; one Miles, Rose, and their tiny Thomas could take home with them at the end of the day, after finishing up in town and having dinner with the rest of them.
The small cottage in the wood was full of light and sound, laughter emerging from the open window, the smell of a baking pie wafting outwards along with it. Joy was no stranger to the Tucks, in those days, and the smells and sights were not uncommon. For the past four years, the most pure form of joy had descended upon the family. In that time, Jesse had found his calling in life, Miles had married, Angus had strengthened relationships with his family and the nearby town, and Mae had become a doting grandmother.
All was perfect and beyond compare.
“Jesse, do you have the sugar?” Mae started on making a second pie; one Miles, Rose, and their tiny Thomas could take home with them at the end of the day, after finishing up in town and having dinner with the rest of them.
Jesse didn’t respond, and Mae could hear hushed, childish laughter behind her.
“Jesse?”
More laughter. Mae turned around to see Jesse holding a two year old Thomas, the little boy licking sugar off of his tiny hands. When they saw Mae staring, both of their eyes went wide. Thomas made an endearing sound of shock and lowered his hands.
“You are a terrible influence, Jesse Tuck.”
“But you love me, Ma.” Jesse said, a smile growing on his face. Mae couldn’t help but grin at her cheeky son and Thomas looked at them both with big, brown eyes.
“Put the sugar in the pan—” Mae crossed the small kitchen, grabbing Thomas from Jesse’s hands “—I will take care of this one.”
Thomas, forever affectionate, hugged Mae as she held him in her arms. “Sorry,” he mumbled into her dress, his words still babble-like, but his comprehension and vocabulary growing with everyday.
Mae shook her head, love for the boy warming her heart. “It’s okay, Thomas. You just wanted some sugar, huh?” The little boy nodded and Mae pushed his dark hair off of his brow, trying in vain to fix his messy, curly locks. “I’m gonna put you down, now, my little duckling. It’s almost time for the first pie to be done.”
Thomas clapped his chubby hands and mumbled an “okay” as Mae set him down on the kitchen floor. Keeping an eye on her grandchild, she went over to where Jesse was mixing the filling, peeking over his shoulder to make sure he had the proper measurements.
“Maybe just a pinch more sugar, Jesse.”
“You always say that,” Jesse teased, looking at his mother, “and then it’s too sweet for Miles.”
“You’d know better than I would,” Mae relented, one hand going to pat Thomas’ head, who had just grabbed onto the back of her skirts, trying to see what the grown ups were talking about. Mae looked down at Thomas, smiling sweetly, “You’re father thinks my pies are too sweet. But you seem to like extra sugar!”
“Uncle Jesse thinks Miles is crazy.” Jesse put down the spoon he was using to mix the pie filling and crouched down to Thomas’ height, tickling him in the ribs. The two boys laughed and Mae rolled her eyes, taking the filling and spooning it into the crust she had already prepared.
“You’re more like your brother than you think, Jesse.”
“So, one day I’ll be old and hate pie, too?”
“Well,” Mae sighed, “one day you’ll grow up and have kids of your own. Then you’ll leave the extra sugar to them.”
Jesse looked at baby Thomas, who was playing with Jesse’s shoelaces and tugging on his pant leg. Thomas smiled and Jesse bopped him on the nose. “Nah”—he shook his head, his smile suddenly wistful—“I don’t think so. But I’ll be the best uncle that ever lived.”
He scooped up Thomas in his arms and lifted him high into the air, both of them laughing, their sounds of joy echoing through the house and escaping out the window, calling to the rest of the wood.
"Joy was no stranger to the Tucks, in those days, and the smells and sights were not uncommon." IT'S WHAT THEY DESERVE
"Well," Mae sighed, "one day you'll grow up and have children of your own." 🥺🥺🥺
best of us
Tuck Everlasting - A Miles and Angus Tuck Story
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 10
Summary: Silence lapsed between them again. Angus waited for Miles to say something more about the girl he had fallen for, but Miles was too embarrassed to speak. Angus caught a fish and reeled it in, his movements second nature and efficient. He cast out his line, again, and Miles spoke.
The lake around them was still, its blue waters the same color of the cloudless sky - bright and cheerful. Angus breathed in deeply, taking in the fresh, afternoon breeze with a smile. Miles stared at him from the opposite end of the boat, quiet but with an amused expression on his face. Angus could feel his son’s gaze and turn to him with a raised eyebrow. The two cast their lines for fishing, their movements methodical and in sync despite not sharing a word.
Both of the men watched the water ripple outward from where they had disturbed it, contemplating how the water changed as it went. The world around them was quiet, and the two of them relaxed in the stillness. No words were exchanged between them for a few minutes, and the only sound was the breeze threading through the trees and the birds singing in the summer heat.
“You always were better at fishing than Jesse.” Angus eventually spoke in a soft tone, his head inclined toward Miles. “He’s never been able to sit still for longer than five minutes. He’d rather go for a swim or climb in a tree.”
“And break his leg on the way down.”
Angus chuckled and the boat shook, the lake rippling from the movement.
“Yeah. That boy’s broke more bones than I can count and always manages to turn out alright in the end.”
“That’s the gift of youth, right?” Miles joked, but there was something nostalgic in his words. Angus noticed and looked at his son, his brow furrowing quizzically.
“Now, what has you thinking of life?”
Miles looked down, suddenly very interested with the water below. The tips of his ears turned red, and Angus could guess that the rest of his face looked the same way. The older man chuckled, seeing some of himself in his boy.
Miles mumbled, “The future, I suppose.” Angus hummed and Miles relented, “Rose.”
“A girl,” Angus sighed, “That always gets a man thinking.”
Silence lapsed between them again. Angus waited for Miles to say something more about the girl he had fallen for, but Miles was too embarrassed to speak. Angus caught a fish and reeled it in, his movements second nature and efficient. He cast out his line, again, and Miles spoke.
“I love her.”
Angus whistled lowly. “You tell her that?” Miles huffed at his father’s words and Angus laughed again, clapping him on the shoulder. “You should, if you haven’t,” his words turned sincere and Miles looked up, “Loving someone is an action - not just a feeling.”
Miles nodded understandingly, thinking of the kind, bookish girl he had been courting the past year. He thought of her smile, how it would make his heart constrict and his stomach flip. His mind rested on the feeling of her hand in his - warm and small, holding onto him tight.
“I want to marry her.” Miles spoke, and a smile broke out on his face at the sheer possibility of the overwhelming happiness he would feel. ‘We could have a life together, close by.” Angus said nothing, just nodded. He knew what Miles was feeling, and the time to consider consequences would come after his world stopped spinning. “We wouldn’t have to be without each other. Nothing could come between us.”
Something pulled at Miles’ fishing pole, and he started to reel it in. Angus watched his son thoughtfully, trying to fathom who his boy would become.
“Rose is a nice girl,” Angus remarked, pride filling his voice, a smile softening his years. “She’d make a wonderful bride.”
Miles nodded, excitement filling him completely, the sun making his brown eyes sparkle.
“She’s the best of us.”
Good Ness,,, 1. Miles being head over heels for Rose is the ABSOLUTE SWEETEST 2. I adore how you write Miles and Angus' relationship-- Miles looking to Angus for advice and approval, Angus encouraging him, and both of them enjoying each other's company and trust!! 3. I love,,, ur writing,,,, so much,,,, I can SEE the rippling water and the humid quiet of the lake and the sun
Tuck Month Day 9
So for the next three days I thought instead of geeking out about the official musical I’d geek out about some high school productions I found on YouTube instead. (sorry for the low quality photos btw) Today’s theme is costumes, which I know basically nothing about but I love when characters have glasses and/or swishy skirts so here are two high school productions that did those things
Coal City High School:
I love the ensemble’s dresses so much! They’re so flowy!
Hugo has glasses, which are adorable (also whoever’s operating that followspot deserves a tony, the person who did it at my old school was terrible at it so props to this person)
Unnamed High School:
I couldn’t find the name of this school, but act 1 is up on YouTube and it’s outstanding. Along with harmonies that knocked my socks off, the ensemble often showed up as parts of the set, which led to some amazing visuals. And they had a human playing Toad! It caught me off guard but I loved it.
Also Angus with glasses!!!
(that’s him in the green shirt at the front; it’s not the best photo but it looked great, trust me)
Links:
Coal City: opening number, winnie, jesse, miles, mae, hugo
Unnamed: act 1 parts 1, 2, 3
Oh heck yeah!! Coal City is incredible, and I'll have to check the other one out!
does the story end or never end, does the secret fade or is it everlasting
tuck everlasting master
“but mostly they feared the unknown”
headcanons
one shots/fics
aesthetics/edits
“No habeas corpus can keep that fish-”
“...Mammal”
Tuck month day 6: Gremlin Father Son Detective Team
They’re such an iconic duo I love them
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jfsjfsksk I love both of their expressions so much... poor hugo is s w e a t i n g
“True love is in short supply, darling Mae, marry me!”
Tuck month day 5 post: Maengus Gremlin Wedding
I’m sorry I can’t draw
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angus tuck // tuck everlasting
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 7
fisherman Angus!!
mae tuck // tuck everlasting
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 6
OH SHE'S SO PRETTY
so you know how the toad always ends up playing a huge role in each au? well I thought for day 7 I’d draw a few of them. No I’m not sorry.
mae & winnie meta
(this is for tuck month day 5, prompt: mae and/or angus tuck)
A girl was born and raised in Tree Gap, NH, with red hair and restlessness. It wasn’t that she disliked her home- she loved it, and her family, too- but she was dissatisfied with the monotony of staying inside, cut off from the outside world. She liked to go out into the forest, to meet new people, to wear a pretty green dress and dance and revel in being alive. She wasn’t afraid of growing old.
This is a game called: Winnie Foster or Mae Tuck? Character meta below the cut
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miles tuck // tuck everlasting
tuck everlasting month 2020, day 5
pretty!!! miles DOES have big coffee drinker energy
Tuck Month Day 4: Miles Tuck
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i really dig the color scheme!! (also robert lenzi.... is so pretty)
There was a farmhouse with a grandfather clock... 🏡🕰
Finally back on track with Tuck Month Day 4!
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YES we’ve got the farmhouse, the grandfather clock, him playing with his son, him ... standing sadly..... in the forest....... alone... :’0
okay but this is a LOVELY aesthetic and encapsulates miles so well!
Here I am (late again) with my Tuck Month Day 3 submission- my Jesse Tuck Medley! It’s shorter cause I’m running out of creativity juice but hey at least it’s there
And also when I was looking for pics for the video I couldn’t find one of Jesse alone cause he’s always with Winnie 😢
Hope you enjoy!
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asdlkfj ur so talented
