childhood backyard

Day 12: Childhood Friends

Storytime! This is based off of a photo of me and my cousin during Easter. For whatever reason I am just sneering at him, egg in hand, while he looks completely zoned out. It’s one of my favorite baby photos. :)

So on the note of human bonding- we’re super sentimental? Like, first let me just point out that we call our death world “mother”. Also the fact that if something is really old and hand-me-down, than it probably means more to us that any of our new stuff. Just imagine a really well preserved WWII fighter plane. 

Alien: Why do you keep that old war-craft? Why don’t you use the metal to make new things?

Human: Because it protected us.

Alien: But it doesn’t anymore? So why not?

Or maybe some human who’s three most prized possessions are a raggedy old teddy bear that their great grandmother made for their grandfather and eventually passed down to them, a piece of white limestone that their 6th grade science teacher gave them, and a dry stock of lavender from the bush in their childhood backyard that all their pets are buried under.

When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.

A Soul Mate to Remember

Hello! This is the first chapter of my fic A Soul Mate to Remember! It’s a Soul Mate!AU and it’s for Jason Todd from Batman and mention the bat!fam.

TW: none

Please reblog and share, and feel free to give feed back. The original is posted on my fanfiction page, but it has to do with an OC named Asha, this one is in a different point of view. 

Y/N- Your Name

H/C- your hair color

Chapter 1

   You checked your closet again. Hoping that you could find the perfect dress out of all of them, but again, came up empty. So, you reluctently called your mother, who had just gotten off work,“Hello,” her peppy voice picked up.

“I can’t find a good dress for Uncle Greg’s party. Can we go shopping?”

“Is all your homework done?”

  You sighed, having been in college, this question was strange and annoying, but always suited your mother hen,“Yes, and besides it’s Friday.”

   Your mother grumbled into the phone, before clearing her throat and saying,“Sure. We can go to the mall as soon as I get home and change.”

You were flipping through the racks, waiting for something to catch your eye,“Why are we going again?”

 "Because your uncle has been promoted to a Colonel and they’re throwing a party for him.“

A worker from the store pranced up, this being the second time for him to do so he asked,"You sure you’re okay, Miss?”

Your mother and you both froze, and you swallowed,“Um, Yes,” you pulled the dress that you were currently holding, some pretty little mint number,“Does this come in a medium?”

 The man scanned over the dress, looking completely unphased and checked the tag,“I’ll check in the back.”

 As he pranced away, you set the dress back and sighed, letting out the breath you hadn’t known is been holding. Your mother set her hand on your shoulder,“Don’t worry dear, you’ll find them, eventually.”

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Because so many of you are so lovely, and because we’ve got it about 90% done, @boopifer and I will most likely start posting the longer Epic Evanstan Fic we’re been working on…probably sometime later this week, maybe Thursday…

Here, have a preview! We might’ve shared some of this before, but it’s been a while, so, here:


The magician’s too attractive.

That’s Chris’s first thought, watching him.

Okay, maybe that’s not Chris’s first thought. The first thought contains a lot more incoherent stunned images involving possible future nudity and long legs and those quicksilver hands playing tricks across bare skin.

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We don’t live in that house anymore
though mother sure wishes we do, she wants to spread her skin out on the lawn chairs 
and titter out someone else’s high society gossip into wine glasses and poolside conversation  


We don’t live in that house anymore
we lived on the other side of a beach bride we could always leave the light on and out there sea turtles never crawled up to bury their shells in sand, 
never thought the shining beam of pool light that swam a faded yellow through the pool as we sat dangling feet through the streams could be the pale white moon


We don’t live in that house anymore
saving up ten dollars in quarters and pennies and cheap plastic lighters
hidden coves of cash from young thief siblings with too sharp grins over giggled out lies


God forgive me but i wish we never did
i can’t handle thoughts of back yard adventures snuck around neighbor’s houses whose faces we never saw
 maybe our hose isn’t the same without in ground pools to pour tap water smells into
maybe childhood memories prefer the backyard rainbows we made with chubbed fingers over sprouts to change the spray
but i’m still recovering from memories when the mist comes the kind my mind made clinging 
to those four pink faded walls in that room i never fit


Mother I know you want to go back 
and spread yourself over the king sized bed, the one fourth acre lawn
but listen that house never did anything for me but make me cry
father, would you forgive me if i never liked my childhood the way you loved us running through the grass
that house was always a memory trapped in a metaphor, we all needed to leave.

- Old Addresses | L.B  © 2017

Written for @julykings Prompts 

there was magic there once. there i was a child playing at being grown. there i learned to speak with the voice of a crowd. there i am still a scribe in a kingdom of grass. but all the magic dried up with the grass when the drought came. i still find myself looking for it in strange places.
—  childhood backyard///prompt for @appcllo///magpie

do you ever have this one thing from your childhood that seems really small but sometimes the lack of it hits you like a truck?

like when i was born, our backyard was super overgrown and just covered in foliage and forest and a creek and stuff. it was really beautiful and there was so much wildlife, but the best part of it was this family of red foxes that lived in a den tucked away in the trees. my mom said the first time she saw them was a few months after i was born, and the next spring the foxes had like three little kits- my mom was always worried about having kids and potential predators in the same area so she wouldn’t let me go out alone, but like… when i was growing up, so were the foxes, and when i was old enough to really appreciate it the fox kits were…not domesticated, but okay with humans - they’d come out and play and stuff. 

and then like five years ago some people came to trim the branches in one area of the yard and ended up cutting the whole thing down by accident. all the foliage was cleared away and all the sudden our yard was completely barren and awful, and a ton of our old growth trees had been cut down. and it was so awful! especially for me, because i had named all the trees and 100% thought they were all spirits and the loss of then really sucked. but like… not only was all the forest chopped, but the foxes left. and i didn’t really realize it until about a year after. the ecosystem was completely messed up, and the foxes were gone. 

like, okay, i know it sounds stupid, but i grew up with this family of foxes! they were born the same time i was, and i feel like a lot of their wildness came into me. it was one of my favorite things to go and “talk” with them and watch them and stuff. i haven’t seen any foxes since then! even when i go to other states! they were like friends that grew up with me, especially since i was shit at relating to other kids. :/

so like, idk. i guess sometimes stuff like that hits you hard and you realize that you can’t get back to how things used to be. even if its just a backyard forest being cut down, or wildlife moving on, or whatever.

anyways idk if this is coherent at all because i’m super sick and have had a fever for the past three days BUT not the best mood rn and i just kinda want to tell this story? idk y’all. foxes are rad, fox kits that grow up with you are even more rad, even if they’re the only company you have, and even if you look like an idiot trying to have a conversation with them in kid-fox language…

Soccer Balls - Calum



In no ways you were a soccer star. You played for fun back at home, and grew up in a soccer family, so you were familiar with the game. So when Calum claimed that he almost played professionally, you had to challenge him to a game.

You were in your childhood backyard, where there was two goals set up across the yard. You used to live in Ohio, in the middle of nowhere. So here you both were, spending Calum vacation from tour in sunny Ohio.

“Okay I got the balls” You say bringing over a mesh bag of soccer balls.

“Honey, I think i have the balls in this relationship,” Calum says pointing to his junk.

“Har Har,” You fake laugh, “I meant the soccer balls,” You say. You both fall into a fit of giggles. Neither of you could withstand a joke.

You begin to play. You had to admit Calum is much better than you. That didn’t stop you though from playing your hardest.

When you came in, You were covered in bruises from trying to illegally tackle Calum, while Calum came out mostly unscathed. You were both sweating, foreheads soaked.

“You…got…me…beat….this…time” You say huffing in between breaths. “But….I…will…get…you!” you yell between huffs.

Calum lets out  a low chuckle, “I’m sure you will Sweetheart” He says wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He kisses your forehead. “I’m sure you will” He whispers against your skin.

I found this while looking for photos of a specific tree in my childhood backyard for reference. I painted a lion when I was 16/17 (2007) because I could. It was a full body image, but I gave the painting to a family friend, so I guess this photo is all I have left of it.

Moving Out/In - George Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: Could you do a George imagine where he and the reader have just moved in together and its super fluffy? Thanks xxx


Diagon Alley was highly praised around the Wizarding world for the convenience purpose it served. Need a wand? Go to Ollivanders in Diagon Alley of course! Need a pet to take with you on your first year adventure to Hogwarts? There’s this perfect place in Diagon Alley called Magical Menagerie or even Eeylops Owl Emporium that will make the best fit between you and the animal of your choice. Diagon Alley was a complete hit for all school related necessities and far more.  Despite all the magnificent things Diagon Alley was amped for, housing was not one.  Yes, decent apartments were located above shops, but they were mainly for the owners of those shops. The silver lining of the housing units in Diagon Alley were the very few limited 3 almost 4 story homes that looked narrow on the outside, but widely spacious on the inside.  This being where y/n and George’s task for the day begins. Moving in.

In a one and a millionth chance, George Weasley had managed to score a huge deal with the wizard relater for the housing in Diagon Alley and snagged a 3 story townhouse looking home a mere street down from Weasley Wizard Wheezes.  The building looked welcoming with flower beds surrounding the entrance, window panes drawn open, plum purple bricks, sky blue door, and a budging front view window which George knew his fiancé y/n would die for. One thing he’d always here her go on and on about, was her little dream of having a window sill that they could upgrade with cushions, pillows, and blankets so she could read and sip mint tea on it and watch the world pass by outside. George was far from understanding her obsession with a seat back window sill, but it was what would make her happy and in the end result him as well.

So after days and days of slowing moving the couple out and packing everything ready to leave the small shared apartment above the joke shop Fred, George and y/n shared; they were ready to be gone for good. Truthfully, Fred was a bit sad to see them go. The three were inseparable throughout their Hogwarts years. Oddly seen, nothing changed between the three when George and y/n started dating their 3rd year. Their last year together at Hogwarts, George proposed to y/n in front of the whole school during dinner time before he left days later to pursue Fred and his lifelong dream of opening the joke shop, which they did. Y/n, without a single doubt in her mind agreed and now two years later, they were still engaged not sure when to tie the knot for good. It wasn’t that they were unsure if marriage was what they still longed for. Of course it was! The real problem being business booming and rocketing through the roof with Weasley Wizard Wheezes! Any date that they’d begin to plan would be altered by some close family member not being available that day or time. To be honestly, it bugged George that he and Y/n had to work around other people’s schedule for their own wedding. Once or twice he thought about whisking her away to the courthouse and just getting the deed done there with Fred as witness to help pass on the story for everyone who missed it.

Y/n on the other hand dreaded the thought of one person not being able to make it to her special day. No, it wasn’t for all the attention. She could care less about that, but it was more so for the fact she didn’t want to leave anyone out and miss her being married to the love of her life. Though George and Y/n had sat down with Molly and Arthur last Thanksgiving to disuse what the year ahead would hold event wise. They wanted a winter wedding more than anything and with Molly’s help found the perfect date. Their wedding would be on the 22nd of December the next year which was only six months away and everything seemed to be slowly falling in order. Fleur had booked out Kensington Palace Orangery with the help of her persuasive parents who pulled a few strings. Frankly, George had a gut feeling his and Y/n marriage would be the first not help in his childhood home backyard.

“Georgie… yohoo… come back to reality there astronaut! I need help with these boxes, if you don’t mind!” George Weasley snapped his head up abandoning his sweet reverie, day dreaming about y/n flawlessly walking down the aisle. Smiling up, he rose from the couch which was honestly the only item they’d had the strength to haul in, with the help of the lazy Fred of course who suggested magic instead. Y/n highly frowned upon this “brilliant” idea stating how she wanted her and George to act like a normal couple for once and move out/in the old fashion way. George silently prayed she’d agree with Fred but nevertheless fought it none.

“Oh darling, why don’t you come lie with me for a bit. You’ve been packing and hauling in boxes all day. Rest for a minute or two… then we can get back to it.” George offered with a smug grin. The thought pondered in Y/n’s mind. George was right after all. The couch was the first furniture but that didn’t mean titled cardboard boxes didn’t line the floors, because they did. And she was getting tired and her arms felt like floppy jello.

“Fine, but for five or six minutes… then we have to get back to moving everything in. I think we only have the truck for a few more hours.” Y/n reminded him plopping down on the couch laying her head on his stern chest as his arms locked around her waist.

“God can you believe we’re actually doing this? Like…. we’re legit moving in together. How crazy is that!” George chuckled snuggling closer to his fiancé as she rambled on. It was adorable how passionate Y/n got about things. This big light would shine through her e/c eyes and catch all attention with her sweet little voice. Also, her h/l h/c hair and how it would dance effortlessly in the wind with a mind of its own. Don’t even get him started on her smile. God was it beautiful! A small little grin from Y/n could cause George’s heart to pick up its speed, multiplied by twenty. She was his life, as simple as that.

“I know. To be honest I never really thought we’d get out of that damn cramped apartment. I’m sure Fred will love living there all by himself.” George pointed out and Y/n couldn’t agree more. Fred loved Y/n like a sister and of course George as a twin, but living with your brother and his recently engaged fiancé, wasn’t exactly fun and enjoyable for Fred. He’d constantly be getting on their case for making out on the sofa, or making too much noise the night before if you catch the drift.

“Oh my god. I swear he would’ve moved us all by himself if he could’ve. This is so surreal… we did it for real. It feels like just yesterday we were in our first year at Hogwarts and I was chewing you out for that hair dye prank you pulled. Y’know it took me five weeks to get the pink out… loser.” It was true, that was how they had originally met. Fred and George were planning the perfect prank on Filch but accidently dropped the ‘no-wash’ neon pink paint on the wrong person. Y/n screamed as loud as humanly possible while the pink sticky liquid dripped down her house robes. While Fred took off in a dead sprint back to their common room, George stayed behind to help the poor victim. That’s when everything changed. Not long later, whispers were spreading through the halls of Hogwarts that the two students were an item. It was true. George had asked her out on a date to Hogsmeade as an apology and she accepted. To wrap it short, many many more dates came after and now here they are.

“I’m sorry, love. It was an accident but truthfully I’m glad it happen. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here with you… and marrying you in a few months.” George mumbled absentmindedly playing with the ends of Y/n’s hair, wrapping the strands around his finger, then letting it go loosely. Y/n sighed tracing small patterns on his firm chest.
It was a surprisingly calm Thursday in the streets of Diagon Alley. Their townhouse door was left wide open allowing a cooling breeze to sweep in and lace around the couple. Enough voices to count on a single hand sounded in the deserted roadway. Their bright new home was directly across from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, which Y/n was certain would become very tempting each morning she rose awake, and with George now having to walk to and from work, she knew it would to him as well.

“I couldn’t agree more. I think once we get everything situated, possibly Sunday, I’ll get around to planting some new flowers in those beds out front. Those other ones look to be dying, and I don’t like the color it’s too plain to have all white flowers. We need a little more color. And that room with all the windows behind your office I’m making into a greenhouse room. It would be nice to keep pretty little plants in there with all the open spaced windows and sunlight. What do you think?” y/n loved greenery and plants more than anything. George knew this being the reason behind little pots of Amaryllis Plants, Angel Wing Begonia, Kalanchoe Plant, and Miniature Rose Plants invading every corner of their old shared apartment that Fred just about tripped over every other day. Realizing George was silent, Y/n gazed up at him so see he was lost in thoughts and deep in la la land.  Waving her turquoise painted nails in front of his face, George spoke up out of the blue,

“And that extra room across from ours could be for our kids. It’s got a perfect view of the joke shop a ways off. I’m sure they’d love it.” Y/n sat up right on the couch looking as confused as ever. Yes, she did want kids sometime in the near future but she didn’t exactly expect George to be the one to bring it up first. Sure the subject had surfaced a time or two but he was never so straight forwards and nonchalant towards it. George swiftly turned his head up and her, himself beginning to reposition back to sitting up. Y/n wasn’t really sure how to respond without leading him down the wrong path.

“I mean… yeah I suppose it would be. But you said ‘kids’ as in plural.” George chuckled shrugging it off,

“Well we can’t just have one, now can we? Don’t want our poor kid to be an only child!” He smirked pecking Y/n lips quickly before interlocking their hands as one and leading her out the door to the moving truck. Y/n still a tad stunned, watched as George hauled boxes in and out of the home.

“You just going to stand there, beautiful. Or are you going to help me out?” Y/n’s eyes still bugging, she picked a box labeled ‘bathroom’ and carried it in with ease setting it on the floor and snatching onto George’s hand keeping him from walking back to the truck.

“Did you really mean that? About having kids and everything?” George nodded with a warm smile. Taking Y/n’s shaky hand and bringing it up to his lips, he placed a light cool kiss on her knuckles.

“I meant every word. Someday I want us to have a family of our own. One we can take to the zoo, or hell, out for ice cream every Friday right across the street. I want to have kids that we can share our story with and ones that will go to Hogwarts and experience the magic we went did. Well, without You-Know-Who and all that shit. I want us to create something… together. I love you more than anything Y/n and I know there is no one else in this world that I would even consider putting a ring on besides you. You’re my life, and I want to make something that will prove and show to other people just how much I really do. I already feel married to you; I have since the day we met. I’ve never thought of another girl in the same way I cherish you.” George finished dipping his head down to Y/n’s face and grasping her cheeks in his hands then kissing her solemnly. It was a sweet little kiss, not too mushy, and not too distant, but just the right amount of affection. Y/n smiled widely as the separated feeling like a fool, but that didn’t mean she wished to change it. George was Y/n’s just as she was his.

I liked this one! I feel like it’s sort of a prequel to “Couldn’t have asked for anything better”.


bringing calum along with you to your family’s fourth of july cookout and he just charms the hell out of them every time everyone is together!!! and he’d talk about touring and tell your little cousins jokes and eat up all the fruit salad and hot dogs he could. your whole family would awww when he spells your name with the sparklers!!! and you’d finish off the night on his lap in your childhood home’s backyard watching fireworks from who knows where and kissing him on the cheek and showing how in love you two are to your fam i just want him to be with me for everything sorry


Farewell to Florida is a small self portrait series that I created during my last four months living in Jacksonville, FL. While it was originally created with the intention of showing the places that I would miss in Jacksonville (my college town) and Port St. John (my home town), the series ended up revealing much more about my transformation, both physically and mentally, as I migrated into a new chapter of my life that would ultimately end with me moving to Boston, Massachusetts. While the early images appear dark, there is a hint of hope that moves throughout the series as I spent time battling with my confidence, my identity, and my future. The series ends with a photograph from my first week in Boston.

all images were taken using my mamiya rb67 with fujifilm fp-100c film

Mirrors - Chapter 13
  1. “Sorry for the wait” is a euphemism. If you’re still with me, I love you with all my heart. If you read this chapter and enjoy it, please take the time to hit the like button so I know! It really encourages me (:
  2. Thanks to my beta, the best in the world, the lovely therockandthecrazyone
  3. Little point I wanted to address. I know the atmosphere in this fandom hasn’t really been at its best during the past months. So here’s the thing about this fic: this is a fictionalized version of two people I really love, and would really love to see together. I do not care about who you ship those two with. I will never make snarky comments or posts about who you ship, or who you don’t ship. I think this kind of behavior, that caused a lot of people - including myself - to leave the fandom, is disrespectful, immature, and frankly disgusting. Ship who you want, the way you want. Enjoy this fic or not, no matter who you ship these two with. 

You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I would look at us all the time

I remember one time, when I must have been around 9, where I woke up one school morning with a mosquito bite on the eye that made me look like Quasimodo. I was dreading school. Couldn’t get out of bed once I’d gotten back in after seeing my reflection in the oval mirror my Dad had hanged next to my door just the week before. I was already getting picked on at school, and that tiny, little piece of skin a mosquito had bitten 12 hours ago had blown out of proportion during my sleep and was just, to me, another reason for the mean horrible brats to get on my case. I was not even 10 yet. Being the one people point fingers at was the worst thing I could possibly imagine.

Until my mom obviously forced me to go to school. Worst Mom ever, I thought back then, Best Mom ever, I know better now.

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