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I love that Tumblr is actually a community. Your blog will be quite poor and boring if you only post your own stuff. Most of our blogs contain countless reblogs and discussions with other people on the website. This is communication and appreciation of each other’s creativity, thoughts, sketches and etc. It’s one thing to mindlessly like tons of photos a day like TikTok and Instagram offer you, and another to reblog and add hashtags and some comments about how the post made you feel or what you think you could add to a joke, a headcanon, an au, a story, an art… It makes this hellsite feel genuine.
Theo kicked a pebble, bouncing it off the bark of the old oak tree. Jasper was late. Again.
The sound of the schoolyard dimmed, as more and more children drifted home by bus or car. Theo sighed, and considered leaving. It’s not like Theo didn’t have somewhere to be. He’s only here because Jasper likes hanging out in the woods, and Jasper is his friend. We’ll, one of his friends. Theo groaned, rolling his head back and watching they heavy clouds. Okay, if it rains, he’s definitely leaving.
Why am I here again?
A noise startled him out of his head, and he swung around to see Jasper, only a few feet away. Theo released a breath he hadn’t known he had held, just shy of having jumped.
“I spooked you” Jasper snickered, “again.”
“No! You didn’t I was just…”
“Yep. I know that face. I wasn’t even trying to be quiet; you know how many dead leaves I stepped on? And I still spooked you.”
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
Theo threw the first half-hearted punch, and Jasper dodged easily, expecting it with a smile. He stuck his hands in his pockets and danced back, further into the forest, taunting Theo to follow.
“c’mon, I know you can catch me this time!” he dodged again, “First to the bog without falling in?”
“Jas, get back here!”
“No can do, Theo, you tried to hit me, don’t you know my feelings are hurt?”
“Bastard!”
“You know it!” Jasper exclaimed playfully, turning his back and starting to run. Theo gave chase with a smile, despite himself.
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The forest here was dense and maze-like, but this path was well worn, their destination familiar. Through the trees, down the hill, turn left at the ruins, to the damp space next to the creek. They called it “the bog” but neither of them actually knows what the difference between a bog, a swamp, or a wetland is. Nobody ever comes here. The trees are too dense for most recreational activities, and the soil too damp to travel safely. The locals say that only the desperate and the foolish know the forests depths, but since when have children ever heeded such warnings? They are both out of breath when the reach their finish line, a small raised area of dry land that hosts a single tree, marking the boundary between the harsh soil of the forest and the deep mud of the bog. Jasper swung himself into the branches of the old linden tree, while Theo slide to a stop just shy of the mud.
“I,” Jasper panted, “win.”
“No, you, didn’t,” said Theo, equally winded. Jasper smiled at him, and Theo looked away.
The sound of babbling water drifted through the trees as their panting breathes evened out. The air here was even colder than it was by the school, but Jasper didn’t seem to notice. With his breath caught, Jasper had started climbing higher. Theo watched on, uneager to follow and a bit peeved that his friend didn’t seem to notice the chill. Theo rested his hand on a convenient branch, gripped as if to start climbing, then relaxed his grip. He stared at his hand for a moment. He should follow Jasper. He always follows Jasper.
He stared up, watching his friend disappear between the branches. Something felt weird, today. Nothing was different, but…
Theo shook his head, dislodging misplaced anxiety, and lifted himself up into the branches of the towering old tree in a shower of yellow leaves.
By the time Theo met up with Jasper, he was already at the highest point they could reach before the branches got too thin. The world swayed in the wind as they stared out through the treetops. Jasper’s eyes were far away, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Theo watched him for several minutes before Jasper even seemed to register his presence, a silent moment where Theo felt warmth deep in his bones despite the cruel wind whipping through their too thin jackets. Then, all too soon, it passed and Jasper gave him that trouble making grin again. The sun was lowering itself all to quickly, and Theo knew it was only going to get colder, but these moments, running and climbing and teasing with Jasper always made him feel like nothing could hurt him.
Theo watched the sun set, regret and disappointment weighing in his gut. He never wants to leave, no matter how cold or dark it gets. Never mind that the light is fading earlier and earlier, or that he lost feeling in his fingers a good half hour prior. He knows he’ll be the first to speak up though, he always is. They both need to go home, and even if they left now, the light would barely last until the got to the base of the tree.
“Jasper,” he said, voice almost breaking in the cold
“Hm?”
“We need to go home.”
Jasper nodded, but made no move to leave. Theo sighed, and started climbing down. He heard movement above him and knew that Jasper was following him down.
The forest was barely visible in the dim light when they made their way down. Theo was regretting his reluctance, as he started walking back along the path. One of these days, they really would get lost if they weren’t careful. Just as he thought he made out the edge of the path, he heard shuffling behind him. He turned around just in time, to be blinded by a small handheld lantern. He stumbled back, blinking, and caught a glimpse of a familiar grin as the lantern was lowered.
“You!” Theo almost lunged, but Jasper took a step back and held up a hand before he had even moved.
“Hold up, let’s not. I only have the one lantern, and if this breaks, we really will be in trouble.”
Theo let out a frustrated grunt, but backed off. He let Jasper lead the way out of the forest, and by the time they had made their winding way back to the school the sky had turned a pitch black, with even the moon blotted out by the heavy clouds. Theo kept walking, even as Jasper paused parallel to the same oak they had met at. This was where they usually parted ways. Jasper lived to the right, Theo to the left.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jas”
“Yeah.” Jasper’s voice was quiet, almost somber. He was staring at the sky. Theo paused.
“You good?”
Jasper didn’t respond for a moment. Theo almost asked again, worry rising up his spine as he took a step closer. Jaspers eyes snapped to him, startling quick.
“Yeah,” he said, lips quirking up, “yeah, sorry, I’m good.” Theo nodded, relieved.
“I’m good, I was just thinking, do you think it’s gonna rain?” that was not what Theo expected. What does Jasper care about the weather?
“I dunno man. It’s been cloudy, so I guess so? What’s it matter?”
“Nothing, no reason,” Jasper grinned again. The lamplight shifted for a moment, made it look unnatural, but it was just a moment and then it was gone. “Get home safe, Theo.”
“Yeah…” Theo said, still a little nervous for reasons he couldn’t quite place, “You too, man.”
“Thanks.”
Theo couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off as he walked away.
The breeze picked away at his body heat as he walked home, but just as he was about to turn the corner he looked back at the school, just in time to see the lamplight flash out.
Its fine, he told himself. Jasper knows the way home in the dark. And why wouldn’t he go home? Especially in this weather.
It’s fine, he thought to himself, as he continued his walk home. Jasper will be fine.
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Theo kicked a pebble, bouncing it off the bark of the old oak tree. Jasper was late. Again.
The sound of the schoolyard dimmed, as more and more children drifted home by bus or car. Theo sighed, and considered leaving. It’s not like Theo didn’t have somewhere to be. He’s only here because Jasper likes hanging out in the woods, and Jasper is his friend. We’ll, one of his friends. Theo groaned, rolling his head back and watching they heavy clouds. Okay, if it rains, he’s definitely leaving.
Why am I here again?
A noise startled him out of his head, and he swung around to see Jasper, only a few feet away. Theo released a breath he hadn’t known he had held, just shy of having jumped.
“I spooked you” Jasper snickered, “again.”
“No! You didn’t I was just…”
“Yep. I know that face. I wasn’t even trying to be quiet; you know how many dead leaves I stepped on? And I still spooked you.”
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
Theo threw the first half-hearted punch, and Jasper dodged easily, expecting it with a smile. He stuck his hands in his pockets and danced back, further into the forest, taunting Theo to follow.
“c’mon, I know you can catch me this time!” he dodged again, “First to the bog without falling in?”
“Jas, get back here!”
“No can do, Theo, you tried to hit me, don’t you know my feelings are hurt?”
“Bastard!”
“You know it!” Jasper exclaimed playfully, turning his back and starting to run. Theo gave chase with a smile, despite himself.
---
The forest here was dense and maze-like, but this path was well worn, their destination familiar. Through the trees, down the hill, turn left at the ruins, to the damp space next to the creek. They called it “the bog” but neither of them actually knows what the difference between a bog, a swamp, or a wetland is. Nobody ever comes here. The trees are too dense for most recreational activities, and the soil too damp to travel safely. The locals say that only the desperate and the foolish know the forests depths, but since when have children ever heeded such warnings? They are both out of breath when the reach their finish line, a small raised area of dry land that hosts a single tree, marking the boundary between the harsh soil of the forest and the deep mud of the bog. Jasper swung himself into the branches of the old linden tree, while Theo slide to a stop just shy of the mud.
“I,” Jasper panted, “win.”
“No, you, didn’t,” said Theo, equally winded. Jasper smiled at him, and Theo looked away.
The sound of babbling water drifted through the trees as their panting breathes evened out. The air here was even colder than it was by the school, but Jasper didn’t seem to notice. With his breath caught, Jasper had started climbing higher. Theo watched on, uneager to follow and a bit peeved that his friend didn’t seem to notice the chill. Theo rested his hand on a convenient branch, gripped as if to start climbing, then relaxed his grip. He stared at his hand for a moment. He should follow Jasper. He always follows Jasper.
He stared up, watching his friend disappear between the branches. Something felt weird, today. Nothing was different, but…
Theo shook his head, dislodging misplaced anxiety, and lifted himself up into the branches of the towering old tree in a shower of yellow leaves.
By the time Theo met up with Jasper, he was already at the highest point they could reach before the branches got too thin. The world swayed in the wind as they stared out through the treetops. Jasper’s eyes were far away, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Theo watched him for several minutes before Jasper even seemed to register his presence, a silent moment where Theo felt warmth deep in his bones despite the cruel wind whipping through their too thin jackets. Then, all too soon, it passed and Jasper gave him that trouble making grin again. The sun was lowering itself all to quickly, and Theo knew it was only going to get colder, but these moments, running and climbing and teasing with Jasper always made him feel like nothing could hurt him.
I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!
Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.
At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.
We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”
THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.
i love that charles dickens got paid by the word. like i cant even be mad when he’s boring and long-winded bc i would do xactly the same??? i wouldnt use contractions or colours at all. want to say the word red? too bad. we r now only using “the colour of freshly-spilled blood on snow; the hue of the horizon when the sun sets over the deserts of sub-saharan Africa” BOOM guess who can afford 2 eat now: me and my boi dickens
so they’ve changed it to 68$/month now <3 i would really really appreciate any help even just by reblogging. also I’m moving in June so my new rent will be 665$ instead of 400$
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