balmy

things you said under the stars

ALRIGHT SO this is a mix of things you said under the stars, when you were scared, and when i was asleep so enjoy!!!!

It was balmy that night.

Sweat was sticking to the back of his neck and beading at his temples as he lays in the grass of his backyard, one arm curling around you and the other behind his head. The stars aren’t easily seen because of the smog, but for some reason tonight he could just make them out.

You’d fallen asleep a couple minutes ago. You talked to him for a while and told him that you want a spring wedding because “it’s not too hot yet but it’s also just pretty with all the flowers and stuff” right before you slumped down, fit perfectly right in the crook of his arm, and dozed off. That bump peeking out from underneath your rucked-up shirt is just barely visible now that it’s rising and falling with your even breathing, and every time Shawn looks down at it, his heart rate picks up.

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genji: i don't like talkign about how i died... on a balmy summer evening... at 6:19 pm... by my brother hanzo shimada... with his finest sword... if you need his address i can

Genji when anything happens: This is JUST like the time I got murdered, remember Hanzo?

It’s the most aspirational time of year, as people cast about for their resolutions — often resorting to the same old standbys they’ve tried, and abandoned, before.

This year, why not try something new? We happen to have a few suggestions on hand …

For the Ads for Nicer Living project, NPR listeners are writing short ads pitching life’s little joys, five of which will be produced by NPR.

Most of the submissions so far are about appreciation — for children’s laughter, dogs, sunsets, warm socks, balmy breezes.

So, while we’re still weeks away from picking the scripts to produce, we figured we’d offer a sneak peek for some New Year’s Eve inspiration. And if you’re inspired to write an ad of your own, enter it here!

From Rain Marie I. Davis in East Stroudsburg, Pa:

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To use MEDITATION™ all you need in a relaxing location and YOURSELF™. (YOURSELF™ is not included in the purchase and takes at least nine months for delivery and 18 years to reach maturity).

In your relaxing location assume a comfortable meditation posture and clear your mind, focus on a positive feeling and voila — MEDITATION™ is already improving your quality of life.

Just call 1-800-notarealnumber and order MEDITATION™ today! Also look into a YOURSELF™ package for a future love one … give them the gift of life!

In The Market For A New Year’s Resolution? Let Us Sell You Some Ideas

Illustration: Chelsea Beck/NPR

A Better Look

I’m SO sorry this took me so long!  I’m still winding down the busiest week at school.  Anyways, I wrote this as a request for @macyl0819!  Hope you like it, dear!  Enjoy! xx

Imagine:  I was wondering if you could write a Hufflepuff reader with Fred Weasley.


Originally posted by obviouslyphelps

The burrow was restless and stirring, even in the early hours of the balmy summer morning.  Hazy sunlight swept across the golden plains which paved the way to the quirky structure, weaving in between each individual weed and stalk like a continuous ribbon of warm light.  You could faintly pick up the soft rustling of the reeds near the brook, accompanied with the damp bristles of a course brush scrubbing away at stubborn cookery.  Your eyes, heavy with the remnants of a good night’s rest, blinked open in an expected response to the humble noises and warm glow of a new day.

“Psst.”  Your sleepy daze was broken in a near instant with the uttering of a simple nuisance.  Sighing deeply and slowly, you rolled onto your opposite shoulder and propped yourself up. You blinked in the adjusting light.

“What d’you want, Fred?” your throat was dry and scratchy, but the dewiness in the fresh air spilling through the open window offered welcome relief.  As you adjusted to your new state of awareness, you could see a fond smile growing on Fred’s lips.  He stood in the doorway of Ginny’s bedroom that you’d been sharing, propped against the doorframe like a grinning ginger giant.

“S’bout time you joined the realm of the living, now, don’t ya think, Y/N?” his bare freckled arms crossed across his chest as he gazed down at you with an unbelievable amount of mockery dancing through his liquid eyes.  Your responding smile was lazy and carefree as you yawned and stretched your arms above your head.

“I suppose I could go for a spot of breakfast,” your eyes flicked to his quickly and your smile dropped suddenly as you caught sight of the quaint cuckoo clock on the wall.  

“Merlin’s beard, I’m meant to be helping your mother with breakfast right now!” you jumped to your feet and all at once became very conscious of the fact that you were clad only in a thin ivory tank top and matching pajama shorts.  A flourish of pink spread across your cheeks; Fred was chuckling under his breath and shaking his head.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re too sweet for your own good,” he grinned.  “Mum’s been through with breakfast for a while now.”

As you grasped at the blanket covering your slender body, you bit your lip and felt your eyebrows knit together in concern.

“Oh, dear…I wanted so much to show my thanks for your family’s hospitality,” your hands slid onto your cheeks in worry; they were warm and flushed not only from your emotional response, but also from the steadily growing heat of the summer day.  Fred shook his head once more.

“Not to sound like a poof, but you’ve been a good friend to Ginny for years, and we’re all grateful to you for that,” Fred rolled his eyes and looked faux-disgusted at the words tumbling from his lips, which then curled into a smile.  “No need to fret, silly girl.”  It was your turn to let the familiar tingle of a genuine smile take over.

Clutching the blanket around you like a grand cape, you stepped past Fred into the hallway.

“It’s funny, Fred,” you started as you trotted down the stairs.  “You’re sweeter than you let people believe.”

Fred followed close at your heels and chuckled.  Your eyes shot open to the fullest when you were suddenly hit with a burst of cool air as your cape of wool disappeared from around your shoulders.  You gasped at the unwelcome sensation and stumbled on the steps.  As your heightened senses prepared for your inevitable fall and consequential pain, you felt a pair of strong arms grip your waist like a vice.

Eyes wide, you turned your head to find Fred holding you.  His eyebrows were the highest you’ve ever seen them, whether from concern or surprise. Your eyes darted down to his foot and the wool blanket that resided underneath it, then narrowed at his prankster actions. He chuckled as he set you upright.

“It seems you’re wrong, Y/N. Clearly I’m the git everyone else believes me to be,” he winked and threw the blanket over your head, tramping down the stairs and laughing almost maniacally.  Before reaching the bottom, though, his eyes shifted to you for a split second, just to make sure you weren’t truly injured after all. Satisfied and relieved to see you continue down the stairs from underneath the blanket like a child, he smiled softly and trotted into the den.

You were blushing under all of that wool, and you knew it wasn’t from the heat of summer anymore.  You were thankful for the mask that hid your pink cheeks and amorous little smile.


Your stomach moaned in protest as it attempted to settle the uproarious battle between the pumpkin juice and eggs that Mrs. Weasley had all but forced down your throat.

“Please, have some more, dear! You’re so thin,” Mrs. Weasley begged, making a grab for the skillet sizzling atop the stove.  You covered your mouth and let out what you hoped to be an inconspicuous burp.  Fred snorted over his bowl of porridge and smirked at you.  You bit you lip and offered a little smile.

“No, thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley, truly.  It’s all been so amazing,” you carefully lifted yourself from the creaky chair, adjusting to the new load you’d taken on at breakfast.  

You nearly waddled to the screen door. Although the smells of the buffet behind you were absolutely delectable, they also doubled as overpowering given the amount you’d just eaten.  The refreshing outside air, which wafted through the door, washed over you, offering great relief.  You closed your eyes and breathed the outside world in deeply.

With such disregard to everything around you, you hadn’t realized that you’d been standing in the doorway long enough for the Weasley family to retreat to their respective rooms.  You didn’t mind; it was a beautiful day.  Why shouldn’t I enjoy this?

With a swift little squeak, the screen door opened and you waded into the tall green grasses.  The untamed almost wild quality possessed by the burrow was something you always admired. There never would exist a better home for an entirely Gryffindor family.  Even so, as a Hufflepuff yourself, you never felt out of place. The environment was inviting, the people even more so.  You took your time to drink in the sight of it on your last day.

“Dallying, are we?” You let out a breath and rolled your eyes at the sound of the familiar snarky voice. Before you could retort, your sassy words disappeared with two arms sliding around your waist.

“Fred, what are–?” you craned your neck to look back up into his warm brown eyes, but only for a moment before your view changed.  His freckled face got progressively smaller as he lifted you in his arms, nearly above his head, as if you were a doll.

“Fred!” you squirmed a bit in his firm grasp in protest.  He promptly shushed you and somehow was able to maneuver you to perch on his broad shoulder as if you were a prized parrot.  Your heart was racing as the ground appeared miles below your dangling bare feet.

“Please Fred, put me down, I’m afraid!”

“Oh, live a little, Y/N,” Fred chuckled lightheartedly and kept an everlasting strong hold of your hip beside his head.  His fine red hairs tickled your exposed skin, and you found your hand inadvertently knotting into them for balance.

“Ow!  Relax, Y/N, my goodness,” he winced and continued laughing as if it were all a joke.  You squirmed more, embarrassment evident on your reddening cheeks.

“Fred!!!”

“Merlin’s beard, look ahead!” his voice was laced with struggle and slight annoyance, but a smile never left his ruddy face.  You huffed and dragged your narrowed eyes away from Fred’s smugness, setting your sights to the horizon.

Your mouth dropped open a bit.  The sight was incredible from your perch.  The sun danced above the rolling golden planes in a burst of brilliance contrasted with the stark blue of the cloudless sky. The gentle breeze moved through the tall grasses like a wave and caressed your flushed skin like an old lover.

“I thought you might want a better look, you’re always staring at it so bloody much,” Fred chuckled and patted your thigh.  You swallowed.

“It’s beautiful…I just enjoy coming here so much,” you tore your gaze away from the transcendental sight to look down at Fred.  “It’s such a familiar, loud, and beautiful place…for all the right reasons.  I know I don’t share entirely in your family’s vivacious and fiery lifestyle, but I’ve always felt I belonged here.”

With your hand tangled in Fred’s peppery locks, you could almost feel the soft smile tingling on his lips.  You had to smile yourself at the thought of it, of him. You always had tender feelings for Fred, perhaps much more tender than a young woman should have for her best friend’s elder brother.  Ever since he’d accidentally slipped a dungbomb into your school bag, mistaking it for Ginny’s, and he was wracked with guilt, he’d somewhat had a special hold on your heart.  You could still see his brown eyes, wide with worry at his mistake but still glimmering with a whimsical playfulness and a mischief that struggled to stay away from the rest of his face.  You giggled to yourself.

Fred glanced up at you.

“What’s s’funny?” before you could respond, you were airborne, tumbling through space until you landed in a set of strong arms.  Blinking in disbelief, your eyes crawled up to meet Fred’s.  He was smirking as he held you close to his broad chest.

“You do belong here by the way,” Fred remarked, matter-o-factly.  You blushed and gripped at the soft cotton of his nightshirt, which still clung to him even in the late hours of the morning.  Your mind raced with possibilities.

“The burrow, I mean,” he chuckled and placed you gently on your feet once more.  “You know right well that you’re welcome anytime.”  Your shoulders sank a little, realizing he hadn’t simply meant you belonged in his arms.

“Oh, right,” you sighed and smiled softly up at him.  His face was radiant in the morning sunlight, every freckle and dimple dancing about like pure paint strokes.  Fred seemed to study your face thoughtfully.  Your cheeks burned as he piped:

“Y’know, you make the view here a little better, if you can believe it Y/N.”  Suddenly you were at a loss for words, and Fred turned on his heel towards the house once more.  Did he really just say that?  Am I dreaming?  You could only follow his lanky figure with your eyes, trailing after him in spirit like a lost puppy.  Truly you found yourself wanting nothing more than to be in his arms once more.

Before he stepped through the door, Fred turned his head to look back at you, still frozen in the midst of the summer heat and quivering grasses up to your knees.  He rolled his eyes.

“Well come on then, Y/N,” he quirked his head towards the house and you eagerly skipped forward, as if attached to him like a puppet on strings.  Fred held the screen door open for you and you stepped under his arm, smiling sunnily. His hand grazed your exposed hip.

“Meet me upstairs in a few, will you?” his whisper carried a hint of mischief and you bit your lip, continuing into the house.  You stifled how flustered he made you simply from the tickle of his breath against your skin.  I must play this game, and I must win it.


You waited at least a full hour before climbing the countless flights of stairs to Fred’s bedroom.  Assuming that’s where he’d meant to meet you, you took a deep breath as thoughts raced through your swimming head.  You raised your hand slowly and rested your knuckles against the smooth grain of the bedroom door before you.  Biting your lip, you pulled your hand back and prepared to knock. Before you could do so, the door swung open to reveal an all-too-familiar pair of smirking lips attached to a tall red-haired man.  You couldn’t help but smile goofily as your insides tightened.  He was dressed for the day at last, clad in a deep blue t-shirt, khaki trousers, and a far too smug expression.

“What a surprise,” his voice dripped with sarcasm and he struggled to keep from laughing at himself.  “Won’t you come in?”

He gestured his arms grandly, inviting you into the quaint room adorned with quiddich paraphernalia and practical joke objects.  Your flowing, lavender sundress moved fluidly as you walked through the doorframe.  To your enormous satisfaction, you caught a glimpse of Fred’s eyes twinkle as he watched you float about the room in your lovely dress.

You smirked.  Let’s have a little fun.  

“Do you like my dress, Fred?” you laughed musically and gave a little twirl.  Fred swallowed and broke out in a genuine smile.

“It’s almost as bloody lovely as you are,” he leaned back against the bedframe, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow.  You halted mid-twirl and blushed, your cheeks giving you away yet again.  Bloody Hell, just when I’ve got the upper hand.  Fred laughed before you could formulate a witty, or even a cohesive, response.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, Y/N. It’s just me, after all,” he grinned. You swallowed.

“Of course,” you stuttered, clasping your hands in front of you.  You hadn’t realized how nervous you were under your cool, coy façade.  Fred’s smile only grew.

“I suppose I know how you feel though,” he started, thoughtfully.  You tilted your head in confusion.

“Oh?”  He soon smirked.

“I mean, I tend to have this effect on girls,” he could hardly contain his snarkiness.  You rolled your eyes.

“Honestly, Fred,” you chuckled. “What did you want with me again?”

His easy-going smile faltered slightly at the simple question, and he cleared his throat.

“Right, erm…” he fidgeted and gripped the bedpost.  “S’just that I’ve known you for a while now and, like I mentioned before, we- I’m really grateful to you for being such a good friend to my little sister.”  You were a bit confused, as you didn’t know where he intended to go with this point.  He could obviously read the confusion on your face and he laughed dryly.

“Sorry that’s a bit irrelevant, I suppose,” he looked up at the ceiling searching for words.  “The point is that I guess I’ve grown very…fond of you.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Fred was blushing.  His freckles stood out against the stark pink of his cheeks. He was not alone in this, though, as you felt your own face heat up.  Your heart fluttered at his words.  

“Go on…” you pressed, leaning on the bedframe beside him.  He gazed into your eyes and the corner of his mouth turned up gently in a smile.

“Well, maybe you know what I’m getting at already…I can always tell you feel the same.  Your body language betrays you, love,” his breath tickled your nose and blew a few stray hairs from your face.  You bit your lip, producing a huge smile from Fred.

“See what I mean!” he laughed and you quickly withdrew your teeth from the center of your lower lip.  Flustered as you were, you smiled and giggled.

Fred’s hand crept around your waist and rested on your hip gently.  Your breath caught in your throat, but you pushed aside any nervousness and rested your hand on his shoulder.

“I do feel the same,” you whispered. He offered you the most real smile you’d ever seen and pulled you close to him.  You closed your eyes as you breathed in his scent of cinnamon, which played with the moist summer air that spilled from the windows.  For the first time, you could feel Fred’s hesitance. For the first time, you took honest initiative as you held his face in your hands, and confidently pressed your lips against his.

His lips welcomed yours and he blossomed under your touch, lifting you from the ground and into his arms.  The kiss was deliciously pure and warm.  You broke only for a moment and caught a better look of Fred’s brown eyes, dancing in the sunlight pouring through the room. You smiled with an immense amount of happiness; the view of the landscape just outside paled in comparison to the view of his smiling eyes.

It’s the most aspirational time of year, as people cast about for their resolutions — often resorting to the same old standbys they’ve tried, and abandoned, before.

This year, why not try something new? We happen to have a few suggestions on hand …

For the Ads for Nicer Living project, NPR listeners are writing short ads pitching life’s little joys, five of which will be produced by NPR.

Most of the submissions so far are about appreciation — for children’s laughter, dogs, sunsets, warm socks, balmy breezes.

But a few were calls to action.

So, while we’re still weeks away from picking the scripts to produce, we figured we’d offer a sneak peek for some New Year’s Eve inspiration. And if you’re inspired to write an ad of your own, enter it here!

In The Market For A New Year’s Resolution? Let Us Sell You Some Ideas

Illustration: Chelsea Beck/NPR

more suburban gothic

shadows circling the parking lot, every neon light spread jam-on-toast, chlorine-in-pool wide, brutal tire marks bruising the concrete, goodbye kisses from careless teenagers driving off in search of bigger skies, pocket lint & gummy bears, the flicker-flare of a truck U-turning off the middle of the grimacing country road before shrugging back into the balmy dark. 

cookies baking in the oven, the latest news story reports a mysterious death and four missing bodies, the tea kettle hisses like a hungry backalley animal, the chandelier swings on its own, the lights stutter & die out, your mother emerges from the kitchen with a knife and a cherry-fleshed smile, except she is not your mother. 

some nights are the beginnings of a horror movie, all the stereotypes that never go out of style, the wispy wings of cigarette smoke butterflies fluttering out of lipstick bright mouths, cold eyes in the limelight, a face in the mirror that is not your own, lovers interrupted by screams ricocheting off the walls like flower vases smashed, blood splatters in strange places. 

gutter-hearts in the grocery store, shopping for ice cream in the middle of the night, a song with a tune that is familiar to you but one that you’re sure you’ve never heard before plays soft as soda pop in the background, the gaunt clerk’s eyes seem to glow red whenever you look at him from the corner of your eye, you try not to look at him again. 

a bouquet of alienated balloons in the sky, circling the moon like something out of the most dreadful fairytale you know, the forest gnarled as a dead body against the bony moon and the monster movie sky, all shredded clouds and playground empties. 

your heart a slug crawling out of your mouth as a ghost hand reaches for you from somewhere behind you. the shriveled gaze of black-eyed children pressing their lifeless hands against your car windows begging for you to let them come home, a gun in the car compartment, jesus on the dashboard, mascara massacred cheeks, coming off your mountaintop highs and plummeting endlessly through stars that only pretend to catch your fall.

a fathers hand

as a tear began to stream
down my little face
he said ‘come sit awhile’
there was a humble strength
that hid behind his smile
i quickly learned it was
within his embrace
i felt most safe
lost in the moment
i decided to sneak
a butterfly kiss
upon his cheek
i recall the balminess
of freshly shaven skin
and in his hand
my tiny fingers fell within
and with the other
he tucked the unruly curls
behind the ears
of his entire world
then pressed his lips
gently upon my frown
without a single word
he calmed me down
in that moment
with nothing more than
the loving touch
of a fathers hand

Brie

This was written in honour of the first man in my life. Missing him never gets easier.

CHOOSE LIFE........not Ragweed!

Since I am sitting at home battling a sinus infection (this balmy 70 degree weather in the south is bringing out the ragweed!), I have been thinking about all of the goodies we have seen from our dreamy duo since that January 4th IG post from the main man, and what it all means now.

With all of the puppetry in 2016, I will say 2017 is off to a much better start. And for the record, I truly believe the whole New Years airport line, garbage burn, and non-snow ski pics were just that…..pretend. IMO, I believe that was also the catalyst that broke the camels back, and there has been no looking back. Since that time, it has been ALL Sam and Cait. And, don’t you find it intersting that the other person nvolved in the fiasco is now off the radar….completely?? My personal opinion is that she has moved on with her real BF, and it was never Sam. Hope the check has now been cashed, and no returns allowed.

As for Sam and Cait….I am very optimistic about the future. The Oscar Wilde awards, ECCC, and their move to SA where they will be for quite some time should give us quite a lot to behold. I also don’t believe we will see Sam doing the “beefcake” fan events any longer either. His cancellation of the Jibland event did not surprise me because a) OL filming, and b), it doesn’t hold the appeal for him right now. I fully expect them to still have their own projects, but I see a contented duo emerging, and I won’t be surprised if we see more and more of them together.

So, for all of those hanging on to the belief that these two have SO’s….your call. But for me, they are announcing it loud and clear who is together, and I plan to smile and squee all the way to SA. And if I am wrong….well I will blame it on the sinus meds!

Full sails ahead sweet shipsters! It is going to be a beautiful spring (minus the ragweed, or kale….both are still weeds)!😆😘😍

Latte Art

PAIRING: Taekwoon x OFC

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: The usual AU/sex/foul language/cheesy romance y’all know the drill at this point…

WORDCOUNT: 9851

NOTES: Y’all know my usual excuses: life is cray, I work hard, blah blah blah…However this has been sitting in my drafts for a while nearly finished so I decided to buckle down and write the finishing touches on this today. Please note that I’m complete trash for even writing a coffeeshop AU in the first place like who even does this anymore…TRASH I TELL YOU!!!! I hope that those of you who can stomach my cheesy AF writing will enjoy. Big hugs to y’all xoxo

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“We made love outdoors
Without a roof, I like most,
Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew 

 There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of love”

~ Roman Payne  

It’s warm again in straya!
Sagittarius has this balmy, exotic vibe for me, I think it’s the sun infused Sagittarius summer we have in the south
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