we need a word for when you’re broke and do a depressing mental inventory of every “frivolous” purchase you’ve made over the last three months, berating yourself for “irresponsibly” treating yourself to like, smokehouse-flavored almonds from the 7-11
the end of spring is upon us yet again, summer
is approaching bringing with it my first quarter-century birthday and a wave of
new anime of which there are no sequels of interest for me, so the list of
shows I may end up watching is unusually diverse and pretty wild. HeroAca,
Virgin Soul and Re:Creators continue into the summer too, the first two being
brilliant, the latter… eh. I’ll talk about it in my final review of the season
Altair: Definitely my most anticipated show of the season. The manga’s been
making waves all over the place and getting praised for its story and beautiful
artwork and since MAPPA now has all the money in the world after Yuri on Ice
became the fifth (potentially even third, time will tell) best-selling anime
since 2000, I hope they’ll do something really good with it.
Youkoso: Production I.G. picking up another sports anime? And one based around
an artistic-interpretative competitive sport? Sign me the fuck up a hundred
times over! I gotta say though, that my excitement for this show has soured due
to 1) the fucking giraffe necks in the concept art and 2) All the fuckboys
rallying up around it saying “don’t worry, this one isn’t gay shit like Yaoi on
Ice™”. But I still have high hopes for this
Kiseki Chousakan: The premise sounds so kooky and cool and fun and I’m weak okay?
It’s definitely different and sounds interesting so I hope it delivers
Touken Ranbu: After the massive let down that was Hanamaru, my interest in this
franchise has dwindled quite a bit. Since they’re doing this as a more
plot-heavy historically-focused rendition of the characters, I’m hoping it’ll
be more my kind of thing and that ufotable makes it look amazing.
other sports anime of the season and it’s about diving of all things! Diving is
one of my favorite sports to watch, but the studio doing this is kinda new so I’m
worried they won’t be able to produce the animation this kind of sport would
require. Fingers crossed. Just hoping it won’t be another Battery.
Looks cool? Not a concept I’ve seen before so I think it could be very fun and
unique. I literally don’t know, I’m casting a sort of wide net because there
are no sequels of interest for me this season but there seems to be an
abundance of “I’ve never seen an anime about this!” shows which is kind of a
rare thing in the medium.
Shokudo: I’d usually pass on anything that uses ‘isekai’ on its title, but my
interest for the growing trend of food-centric anime beats my zealousness
against otaku isekai LN. Hopefully it’ll turn out sweet and fun
Danshi Aoyama-kun: The concept sounds weird enough to work in the same way that
Tanaka-kun, Sakamoto, Saiki Kusuo and Nozaki-kun did. I’m only crossing my
fingers for a weird af comedy, I ain’t asking for much.
Who the fuck knows, could go either way
Reflection: This has been in the works for a while and it’s actually a collab
with Stan Lee so basically I have no idea of what to expect but it has 50/50
chances of being amazeballs/a train-wreck and I’m quite curious.
Nayami: In principle I like the idea of a slice-of-life about centaurs,
definitely looks like something more in my taste than raunchier monster girl
shows, but since this is a Chinese coproduction and the main girl has huge
tiddies I’m cautious about it.
Reload: I haven’t watched the original Saiyuki –I’ve meant to, but my pile of
shame is so big- so I don’t even know if I’d be able to watch it, but if it
turns out to be something newbies on the franchise can enjoy, I’m definitely
interested in checking it out
The Fate Line aka I have no expectations whatsoever but still intend to check them out (maybe)
Back when this blog was young I managed to anger the Fate otaku because UBW was
shit, but as I said repeatedly back then, Fate as a concept is something I find
very engaging. Do I expect this one to be good? Nope. Why am I watching it
then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I mean if I suffered
rape-facilitator Archer in UBW I can’t imagine Apocrypha can have something
that’ll make me quit… unless it’s offensively boring which can always happen
Kareshi: Everything below the Fate line I have no real expectations for, but if
I have time to check this out it might turn out to be dumb and fun ala Starmyu
or Dance with Devils. Who knows
my Hero: I mean, it can’t be worse than Super Lovers…. Right?
Trap: If there’s something I have even less faith in than questionable power
dynamics BL it’s fetiche yuri. Still might try to watch ep 1, depending on the
kind of reactions it gets
And that’s the season folks. Really lots of variety and with no sequels, pretty much everything on the list is a wildcard. Still I hope the top 5 shows won’t be a disappointment. Oh well, even if they are I’ll stillhave HeroAca and Virgin Soul.
What shows are you looking forward to for next season?
Honda has revealed the all-new Civic Type R at the 2017 Geneva Motor Show, ahead of the model’s European launch in the summer. The new car builds on Honda’s heritage in developing high-performance hatchbacks, and represents the segment’s ultimate expression of dynamic purity.
Sharing the same fundamentals as the new Civic hatchback, the new Type R has been engineered from the ground up to deliver the most rewarding drive in the hot-hatch segment – both on road and on the race track.
The 10 Most Anticipated Anime of Summer 2017 (Part 2 -
Free!: Timeless Medley - Yakusoku
Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei Movie: Hoshi wo Yobu Shoujo
Uchiage Hanabi, Shita kara Miru ka? Yoko kara Miru ka?
Mary to Majo no Hana
No Game No Life: Zero
Hey everyone! Never thought Heat and Heathens would get this much love! Thank you so much! Obviously inspired by the iconic TNHMB music video, here is part three! Hope you like it :)
His heart raced in his chest as he spurted down the hallway almost knocking some guy over, stumbling over his feet. He knocked on her door, softly at first, harder when she wouldn’t open the door.
“Baby! It’s me! Shawn!” he yelled, while slamming his hand against the door.
He finally heard steps and she opened the door. Seeing her almost broke his heart.
Mascara smudged underneath her red eyes, lips trembling, her whole body shivering as she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Can I come in?” he asked, concern lacing his words.
She nodded, a quiet sob leaving her lips. He closed the door behind him and she kneeled on the floor, her suitcase in front of her, clothes scattered around the floor.
“I’m… I can’t… I can’t pack my things, Shawn,” she sobbed, her shoulders shaking and he knelt down next to her, taking her hand, pressing her fingers against his lips.
“You aren’t going anywhere, baby. I won’t let you go. You are going to stay with me. For the rest of the tour.”
She shook her head, her unbelieving eyes filling with tears. “But, but Geoff… he,” she sobbed again, tears streaming down her beautiful face and Shawn wiped them away with his thumb, cupping her face in his hands.
“Shhh, baby, everything will be okay, Geoff is okay… with us… dating,” he smiled reassuringly, softly kissing her, closing his eyes.
She gasped against his lips, an arousing gasp almost, and he had to bite his lip.
She’s so gorgeous. She doesn’t even have to try. She’ll kill me eventually.
“He is?” she whispered and Shawn nodded, smiling at her.
“Come here,” he said under his breath, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap and she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, taking in his familiar scent.
He held her head gently, playing with her hair, softly swaying her in his arms until her tears were dry and he didn’t stop kissing her for a while. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes sparkling, as her hands were in his hair, he couldn’t believe his luck.
As the tour continued, Shawn was falling more in love each day while becoming more frustrated as well. Geoff would never leave him alone with his sister, always making sure they weren’t alone in a room.
They were not allowed to kiss or to hug or to hold hands when Geoff was around and even though Shawn was busy he craved her. He needed her touch after playing a show, he needed her kisses, her hugs, feeling her skin against his. Shawn almost lost it when Geoff would sit between them during breakfast in Milan – making sure Shawn and his sister were as far apart as possible.
But what was even worse was sleeping on the same tour bus as her. Knowing she was asleep in her bunk bed. Wearing tiny pajama shorts, her hair spread over the pillow, rosy lips slightly parted, chest heaving.
He let out a frustrated growl, desperately wanting to crawl into her bunk bed and undress her, cuddle her, feel her.
But there was no chance with Geoff watching his every step like a watchdog.
Shawn sighed, running his fingers through his curls, listening to Geoff snoring and Zubin mumbling something in his sleep.
He carefully slid out of his bunk bed, tiptoeing to her bunk, after getting dressed.
His heart jumped as he saw her, laying there. Just as he imagined it, she was wearing tiny shorts, having kicked back the comforter, lying on her stomach, her butt sticking out slightly.
“Fuck,” Shawn muttered under his breath, gently touching her arm with his fingertips. He continued caressing her cheek, tracing her lip with his thumb. As he softly kissed her temple, she huffed, turning around, slowly opening her eyes.
“Shawn?” she mumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.
“Shhh!” he pressed a finger on her plump lips. “Quiet, baby, we don’t want to wake anyone up,” he whispered and she smiled against his finger, playfully trying to bite it. He grinned at her, gently kissing her, making their tongues touch.
“Let’s get away from here!” he panted, grabbing her hand.
“Now?” she giggled, checking her phone. “It’s 1:30 a.m.! Aren’t you tired? You played a show tonight!”
He remembered seeing her in the audience, cheering and singing her heart out and how it had sent a rush of electricity through his body.
He shook his head, making his soft curls bounce. “No! I want to spend every single minute with you! Let’s go!”
She grinned, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand, quickly getting into a summer dress and ankle booties, looking for her leather jacket and bag.
“Let’s go!” she whispered and he took her hand, leading her through the tour bus. He quickly checked if Geoff was asleep, giving her a thumbs up as Geoff was snoring loudly, turning his back to them.
They quickly got out of the bus and made their way down the dark street. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, smiling at her. “Finally some privacy!” he exclaimed and she giggled. “Yes! Thank God!” They strolled down the street and as they passed a rent-a-motorcycle- place she knew what he was thinking as he looked at her, his eyes sparkling.
“Should we?” he asked, holding her hands, interlacing his fingers with hers.
“Yes!” she nodded and pulled him into the place that seemed to be open 24 hours.
The man leaning at the desk, seemed to be half asleep as they entered the room.
“Buonasera,” he greeted them, eying them intently, narrowing his eyes.
“Buonasera!” she replied excitedly. “We want to rent a motorcycle!” she beamed at him and the man frowned, furrowing his brows.
“Mhm, how old are you, bella?”
Shawn looked on mesmerized how her cheeks turned pink and she was nervously nibbling on her bottom lip, while still holding his hand. He gently hugged her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her middle.
“Okay let me see what we have…” the guy mumbled, checking his computer.
“I can’t give you a motorcycle… is a Vespa okay?”
She turned her head to look Shawn in the eyes and he nodded. “Yes, a Vespa is awesome! Thank you!”
Shawn slid his credit card over the counter and the man disappeared to get the helmets and the key.
“This is so crazy!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he leaned in to kiss her softly. “I know.” He breathed against her lips. “You make me go crazy,” he smiled and pulled away as soon as the man came back, two helmets in his hand.
“Drive carefully!” he warned them, handing them the helmets before leading them to the Vespa. It was a baby blue one and she loved it, beaming at Shawn who sat down, hands around the white handles.
“Grazie!” Shawn said to the Italian guy as she sat down behind him, cheek pressed against his back, arms around his middle.
He started the Vespa and off they went into the summer night, anticipating the few hours of freedom waiting for them.
The night was perfect, the sky clear, a soft breeze and the smell of summer in the air. The slight smell of sunscreen, sweat, ice cream and orange trees mixed up with her unique scent made Shawn’s heart flutter.
As they reached the city center of Milan, he parked the Vespa and they got off. He instinctively took her hand again and they took of their helmets, locking them away with the Vespa.
They strolled along the dark streets, occasionally stopping just to look at each other or to plaster soft innocent kisses on each other’s faces and as she stood under a street lamp and the light hit her face he wanted to take a picture and frame it and never stop looking at it. His heart almost ached from looking at her.
Her blue eyes glistening with joy and love, her beautiful lips curving up into the most adorable smile. He leaned her against a railing, his hands roaming over her sides, pressing his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily.
“I just- I just want you to know that yesterday night was very special to me,” he breathed against her lips, before looking her in the eyes.
“I know… for me too,” she replied quietly.
He cleared his throat. “I know that your brother is worried but he doesn’t have to be. I love you. A lot. And more each day and I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration and affection. “I will never hurt you.”
She nodded, tracing his cheekbones with her fingertips. “I know, Shawn.” She kissed him softly, having to stand on her tip toes.
He took her hand and they continued to stroll along the dark street until Shawn’s eyes fell on a little queue of people waiting in front of what seemed to be a bar or night club.
“Wanna go partying?” he chuckled against her temple and she laughed.
“Yes! Let’s go clubbing!”
She took his hand and they entered the night club where obnoxious techno music was playing and people were obviously wasted, dancing around.
Shawn took her hand and twirled her around, laughing as she stumbled into his arms. He kissed her on the dancefloor, hands cupping her face.
“God, I love you!” he shouted over the music and she shouted “I love you” back.
“The music is awful!” she yelled, scrunching her nose. He threw his head back in laughter. “It is!” They continued jumping around like little children, shaking their heads and holding their bellies from laughing so much until finally a rather decent song came on.
Sage The Gemini’s “Now And Later” started playing and they sang along, his hands on her hips.
I can be ya lifesaver Treat me like a jawbreaker You got 31 flavors, baby You can get this now and later, now and later You can get this now and later, now and later It’s your choice
“I’ll get us something to drink,” he yelled. “Wait here,” he whispered into her ear and she looked on as he made his way to the bar, wearing his denim jacket, messy curls bopping as he leaned over the bar.
She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, a bright smile on her face as she lifted her hands up to the beat, closing her eyes.
She flinched as soon as she felt hands on her hips. Strange hands. Certainly not Shawn’s hands as he was still at the bar.
She gulped, feeling a stranger’s breath on her neck. She tried to get away but the stranger held her back.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” the man hissed, holding her closer.
“Let me go!” she shrieked, trying to free herself from his grip. “Please!”
The obviously drunk man, shook his head, leaning in. She could smell his breath that was making her want to vomit. He dragged her after him as she frantically looked through the crowded room, trying to make eye contact with Shawn. But she couldn’t see him.
And he couldn’t see her.
With two drinks in hand he searched the club for her, feeling a weird tightness around his chest as he couldn’t see her where he left her.
His heart started pounding, he could feel the cold sweat running down his spine as he shoved people to the side, searching for her.
His hands trembled and he put the drinks down at a table nearby as he saw her.
The fear on her face. She was being pressed against the wall, a lanky guy way too close to her, pinning her wrists over her head and Shawn could feel the heat in his cheeks.
With two strides, he was by her side, grabbing the guy’s collar. “Back the fuck off!” he shouted, making the guy stumble backwards.
The guy looked at him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m her boyfriend, asshole!” Shawn spat out, turning his attention to her. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
She shook her head, holding onto Shawn’s arm. “No, I’m okay,” her voice trembling, making Shawn want to hold her close. After punching that idiot in the face.
“She’s taken! Back off, dude!” Shawn snorted and interlaced his fingers with hers, pulling her into a calmer corner of the room.
Tracing her jaw and cheeks with his fingertips, he eyed her intently, eyes narrowing. “He touched you,” he said with gritted teeth.
She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m fine!” she replied. “Really, Shawn, don’t turn into Geoff now!”
He sighed, cupping her face with his hands. “I’m just trying to take care of you, okay?”
She pressed her lips together. “I’m okay, Shawn, I don’t need a babysitter! Why does everyone want to protect me all the time? I’m sick of this!”
Shawn grinned, resting his forehead against hers. “Have you ever looked at yourself? You’re so petite and tiny and delicate and… fragile”
“I’m not fragile!” she huffed. “Only because you’re a freaking giant you shouldn’t call me petite, okay?”
He chuckled in amusement seeing her all upset, looking up at him and he pressed his lips against hers, feeling her melt underneath his touch.
“But I’m your giant,” he mumbled against her lips and she smiled at him and his heart jumped and he pressed her to his chest, resting his chin on her head.
He heard the clicking before he saw them. And then a flashlight. And he knew. He knew that something was terribly wrong.
“Oh my God, it’s Shawn Mendes!” he heard someone scream and he looked around, panic starting to raise in his chest.
No, no, no, no.
They found us.
She saw someone taking a photo, cellphone in her face and she shielded her face with her hand.
He looked at her, eyes widening. “We gotta get away from here! NOW!” He grabbed her hand and they ran through the crowd. Shawn felt someone pushing him, another person grabbing him and it felt as someone was touching his jeans but he kept running and running until they stumbled out of the nightclub just to run into a little group of paparazzi, waiting outside.
“SHAWN! LOOK HERE! SMILE FOR THE PHOTO! WHO IS THE GIRL?”
“Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” he said over his shoulder, a firm grip around her hand and she nodded, feeling anxious, as the flashlight was blending her.
Shawn looked around, seeing a dark street on his right side. He nodded his head into the direction and tugged at her hand. “This way!”
They sprinted down the street, her heels clicking on the asphalt.
Shawn turned around for a second, seeing that a paparazzo was chasing them.
“RUN!” he shouted over his shoulder, dragging her along, running faster and faster.
She tried to keep up with his fast pace, panting as she stumbled after him. He quickly pulled her into a narrow street, pressing her against the brick wall, his hand covering her mouth.
They watched on as the paparazzo kept running, in the wrong direction, not having noticed that they turned into that street.
She panted heavily, breathing against his palm and he rested one hand against the wall, near her face, slowly removing his hand from her mouth, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.
Overwhelmed with the adrenaline rush and the love he felt for her, he pressed her against the wall, chuckling, kissing her neck.
“Fuck, this was crazy!” she giggled, her hands on his chest, clutching his denim jacket as he wrapped a loose strand of hair around his index finger.
“I’m so out of breath,” he giggled, continuing to kiss her in the dark street and she ran her fingertips over his ripped abs, smiling up at him.
“So these early mornings in the gym don’t have any effect or what?” Her cheeky grin was everything he needed to kiss her passionately, making her gasp, his teeth nibbling at her lip, his tongue touching her in a wild, rough way, his hands grabbing her face as he tilted his heads to kiss her even harder.
As he pulled away he bit his lip, seeing how swollen her lips were. “Only way to shut you up,” he chuckled, resting his forehead against hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing at him.
And then the sound of police sirens cutting through the darkness.
It happened so fast. The sirens blaring in their ears, the police car pulling up and those two young hearts skipped a beat.
Imagine: In anticipation for the summer, Pop Tate equips his diner with a new soft serve machine. Your fondness for the cold treat proves to be… distracting.
It was summer in Riverdale, and it was hot.
Local news anchors declared it to be one of the hottest summers on record. The black-top steamed from the temperature, and the town’s citizens couldn’t bear to be out of the house for more than an hour. The children, usually bursting with excitement to play outside for the break, instead laid in their bedrooms covered in cold, wet towels, lazily clicking through the TV.
The one oasis in the desert that Riverdale had become was none other than Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe. It was even too hot for the thick, sweet milkshakes, and in a genius business move, Pop Tate had invested in a state of the art soft serve machine. When citizens could make it out of their air-conditioned homes, they often went straight to the man himself for a swirled cone in a cake cup.
As always, Jughead Jones was one to deviate from the status quo. Crammed in the attic with Archie Andrews did not do well for ventilation or temperature, and the heat was making his best friend friskier than Jughead would have liked. Jughead stayed as far away from their room as possible, knowing Archie was using it as a love nest for Betty, or Veronica, or even both of them.
The boy had decided to seek solace in the open windows and breeze of his usual booth at Pop’s. Always Jughead’s partner-in-crime (or partner-in-fighting-crime, as it was), it was natural you tag along.
The door jingled as the two of you entered the diner. Upon seeing the large chrome box that was the soft serve machine, your eyes lit up.
“Pop, you didn’t,” you gushed, leaning over the counter to get a better look at the cook, who was swirling ice cream cones with an expert hand.
“I sure did, miss,” Pop said with a genial smile.
You turned to Jughead. “I love ice cream,” you said with an enthusiastic smile. You’d only moved to Riverdale this past school year, and it had never been hot enough for your favorite craving to come about.
Jughead dug around in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out some crumpled bills. “An ice cream for the lady, Pop.” He counted out the correct amount.
“You don’t have to, Jug,” you said with a laugh. “I wasn’t trying to get you to buy me one.”
“I know,” Jughead said, grinning lopsidedly. “Consider it payment for spending this hot day with me.”
Upon choosing your flavor of choice, Pop Tate prepared for you an impeccably perfect vanilla ice cream cone. The swirl was perfectly symmetrical, its spire curling in on itself like the ones in the cartoons. He topped it off with colorful sprinkles. Your stared at it in awe.
You looked up at your friend. “You don’t want one?” You said incredulously.
“Ice cream isn’t really my thing,” he replied with a shrug.
You grinned, hugging his side. “Well thank you!”
He chuckled at your childlike bliss, walking with you to his usual booth. He took out his laptop, finishing up some of his writings from the school year.
Just has he began to write, he realized that your love for ice cream was nothing close to childlike.
Now that summer is here (for most people, sorry Australia!) I’ve prepared a list of 5 things to do this July. However I put aside the usual stuff. That means no redundant things like going to the beach or going on ‘vacation’. This list is your quick guide to what to do if you are stuck at home this summer. I’ll be using it just as much as you! Now bear in mind that this is more catered to those who live in cities rather than small towns. I am a city kid after all. Enjoy!
Wow, a massive thank you to @berkleypub for this incredible book mail! These are some of my most highly anticipated reads of this summer and I can’t believe I get to devour them all! Heroine Worship is the sequel to Heroine Complex, the fantastically fun superhero novel that came out last year by Sarah Kuhn. It combined UF with super powers and killer cupcakes - as in, they will go full karate on your butt, kind of killer - into a thrilling and fun novel. So as you can tell, I’m pretty excited about the sequel!
Ash and Quill is the third installment of the Great Library series by Rachel Caine. Set in an alternate world where the great library of Alexandria never burnt down, and where knowledge and books are more valuable than life itself. Ink and Bone was one of those books that surprised me in how addictive it was; but, shame on me, I haven’t yet read book two, Paper and Fire! I’ll have to catch up first!
And finally, The Space Between the Stars by Anne Corlett. Those of you who follow me on wordpress know how much I ADORED this novel. It’s astounding, I can’t think of any other word for it. By far one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. I’ll be talking a whole lot about this book! ❤️❤️❤️
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Rating: Mature/Explicit Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff? Word Count:11,989 I’m so sorry ;_;
Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.
A/N: So this is part one to a new fic I’m writing! I hope you all enjoy, and please anticipate part two!
Early Summer, 2012
When you told Yoongi that you needed to talk, the last thing you expected to be doing was scouring his bedroom for your missing panties.
Plucking the lacy garment off of the lamp shade, you quickly shimmy back into them. How they got there in the first place was a mystery to you. But once you pull on your pants, you turn to look at Yoongi, now covered fully by a pair of sweats and t-shirt sitting at the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs.
You cleared your throat “Ah, so I wanted to talk to you about som-“
“Before you start, I have something to say first.” You popped the button of your jeans back into place, nodding slowly and telling him to go on as you redress.
“I’m leaving. For America,” He states.
Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, glancing up at where you stood – shocked – with your shirt still bunched up around your bosom. At first you thought you just heard him incorrectly, but the words began to register and alas that wasn’t the case, and now you were incredibly confused, wondering where this was all coming from.
“I was offered a really great job opportunity and I don’t want to pass it up,” He says simply with a gentle shrug of the shoulders.
You smooth out your shirt with shaky hands, mind racing with far too many thoughts at once, “For how long?” Thankfully your voice comes out stronger than how you were truly feeling.
“One year for sure, maybe more if things go well. Forever possibly, I don’t really know. Nothing’s for sure.”
Here’s a close up of the makeup from this festival season. A bit melancholic this years festival is over, but I’m also highly anticipating future summer adventures to come.
wearing precious fairy bottle necklace from foxandfaecreations on etsy! 💫💕
My Instagram: Lotheriel
ARIES you are wanton and wanderlust, you are the hottest nightclub in Vegas, that European DJ’s play their newest tracks in. Chandeliers and acrobats dance in cages that swing on ceilings, and people are left drunk and dizzy with the beautiful chaos you hypnotize them with.
TAURUS you are a lazy river that flows effortlessly, in the calm serenity of a secret forest. Only your loved ones know about. They come, only to read underneath your branches as the river whispers sonnets that play out as background noise around you.
GEMINI you are a light up arcade where the aroma of pizza and craft beer wafts through the air and different slot machines buzz and sing different tunes all at once. Everyone’s intoxicated by the thrill of you.
CANCER you are a bonfire on a beach in the fall, as the wind kisses people who sit around you, they snuggle up in soft fur blankets and lean closer to the heat. Marshmallows roast on giant twigs, and everyone is safe here.
LEO you are an upscale bookstore where coffee and paper linger through the air and perfume your clothes, even after you leave. You came for the historical fiction, but stayed for the trashy romance novels with half naked beautiful people enchanted by one another on the covers. Soft melodic tunes play in the background, as the sound of milk is being steamed by a barista in the distance.
VIRGO you are the highly anticipated summer blockbuster that people have been lining up for hours to see. Butter soaked popcorn lingers in the air. They came for comedy, but your content leaves them thought provoked and questioning the patriarchal hierarchy of societal normalcies and expectations. Everyone leaves stone faced, but with a purpose to do something with their lives, that only you were able to give.
LIBRA you are the state fair, where cotton candy is being spun onto sticks and corn dogs are being fried in the distance, rides play different top forty tracks, and colors are electronically lighting up the sky in the shape of a ferris wheel, people hold yellow colored caramel dipped apples in one hand as they juggle an oversized stuffed animal in the other, the air smells of metal and sweets.
SCORPIO you are a pop art Smithsonian in New York City, where light up portraits and dimly lit rooms project the growling of panthers you can only make out their teeth, each room is able to enrich the senses of every person that walks through. Everything is mysterious and exciting, with hints of unease and fear that pass through each guest, but everything is educational. They came for Warhol but find five screens projecting different angles of the same black and white Persian film, they don’t understand due to it being in Farsi, but they are enamored by the women that dance to a melody they’ve never heard.
SAGITTARIUS you are a wine vineyard in Italy, where a woman with coiffed curls and red lacquered nails sips on the finest Pinot Noir money can buy. She is making pasta, but her sauce is from scratch. The smell of tomato basil and garlic bread waft through the air, as a song by a female vocalist sings in Italian. All of her windows and doors are open.
AQUARIUS you are the adrenaline of a one night stand where two lovers meet on the off chance at a coffee shop, where the barista gets their orders wrong – but they find one another instead. you are ruffled linen sheets between entwined ligaments, and mussed hair. where people find temporary solace in one another and maybe they never speak again.
CAPRICORN you are a cloudy day at the beach, where the air is salt kissed and taffy is being spun in the distance. You are the calm of the waves crashing as they kiss the shore in each steady sequence. People where T-Shirts and walk lazily on the shore, or read books recommended by the New York Times.
PISCES you are a coffee shop where people noisily chatter about, and the click clack of keyboards being pressed by manicured fingertips sound off around you, the smell of espresso beans and sweet milk fill the air in a sense of aromatherapy, as the whirring of the coffee grinder lulls everyone into a pleasant and tranquil state of caffeinated energy.
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The backyard smelled of freshly cut grass and the marigolds Rhys had planted last year, now flourishing in bright yellows and oranges sunbursts around the grounds.
The omega sipped on his piña colada—virgin, he thought as he patted his round stomach—from where he was nestled comfortably in the fancy hammock that Jack had bought for him in anticipation for the summer months. Though it was less like a hammock and more of a suspended little alcove bed, thoroughly stuffed with pillows and light braided blankets to keep him comfortable.
Jack was at work, and would be for at least a couple of hours, unless he decided to cut some of his meetings early to come home and tend to Rhys. The omega was trying really hard to get Jack to stop doing that though, because Rhys was totally capable of taking care of himself and this baby had a good couple of months ahead of them before they would even think about coming.
Not that even Rhys’ best convincing could sway Jack. If he got the barest prickling of alpha worry, no matter how irrational, he would end up tearing up his daily schedule and come racing home. Rhys has almost had to stop giving him updates on the baby kicking or texting him selfies of himself or his belly out of fear of derailing the fast-track Hyperion was rocketing on.
So he’d left his phone sitting on the breakfast table and come outside to lounge in the hammock, watching Cyrus play with the little plastic bottle of bubble solution and a blue plastic bubble wand. He hopped about the bright green grass in bare feet, giggling as he tried to blow bubbles even bigger than the ones he had just blown. A smile flickered over Rhys’ face as he drained his piña colada, setting the empty glass on the ground as he rested a hand on his swollen stomach, listening to the sound of his son’s laughter drifting on the gentle breeze.
He had nearly dozed off, soothed by the movements in his stomach and the steady sway of the hammock when Cyrus came running over to his side, waking him up with soft pats against his bare arm.
“Mama?” Cyrus asked, waiting until Rhys’ eyelids fluttered open, his smile picking up at the corners as he saw his sweet little son rocking on his heels next to his hammock.
“Mmm…yeah, sweetie? Something you wanna show mama?” Rhys asked as he sat up a little bit on the lump of pillows, placing both hands on his stomach as he peered curiously at his son.
“Yeah! Look what I can do!” Cyrus chirped as he dunked the wand into the bottle, spilling a little bit of foam over the edge as he lifted it up to his lips. Rhys watched as his son started blowing a large, trembling rainbow bubble. The omega’s eyes widened as Cyrus continued to make the bubble larger and larger until it finally popped off from his wand, floating off into the soft breeze.
“See, mama! See! Look how big it is! It’s almost as big as you are!” Cyrus jumped up and down, nearly spilling more of the bubble solution down his teal T-shirt as he pointed at the bubble. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving his belly a pointed rub.
“Cyrus! I’m not…I’m not that big. I mean. Not nearly as big as your bubble!” Rhys followed Cyrus’ hand to point after the bubble as well, watching as it drifted higher and higher, eventually touching the branches on the overhanging tree and popping in a messy splash.
“Oh no!” Cyrus exclaimed, slapping his palm to his face. “Does that mean mama is gonna pop too?”
“Pfft, no, don’t worry buddy,” Rhys purred as he opened his arms, turning his body in the hammock as best as he could to wrap his arms around Cyrus in an affectionate hug. He nuzzled against Cyrus’ hair picking up on the scent of freshly up-turned grass and soap and he kisses his head.
“Mama’s not gonna pop…at least, not like the bubble.”
“Oh. Okay!” Cyrus screwed up his bottle of bubbles and set it down onto the grass, before letting his mother cuddle him a little more.
“Can…Can I come into the hammock? Please mama please?” Cyrus practically hopped up and down. Rhys chuckled, scooting over to make room for his son as Cyrus crawled up into the hammock, happily snuggling up against the omega’s rounded form as Rhys wrapped comforting arms around him. He kept him close as the two of them dozed off under the warm sun, coaxed to rest by the gentle lapping of the breeze.
Jack found them curled together on the hammock just as the sun was beginning to darken, quickly ushering his mate and son inside after a momentary freakout over the goosebumps breaking out over Rhys’ hand. The omega merely shook his head with a smile as he looked at the 9 missed calls on his phone, before graciously accepting the heavy blanket his alpha draped around him.