deep in the meadow under the willow

mbti types as things in nature
  • enfj: those large, overhanging trees with sprawling roots that you love to curl up against and play in
  • infj: quiet, dark caves with a glimmer in its depths where the sun hits the pool inside
  • enfp: sunbeams dancing on the surface of the lake, making it sparkle like a thousand fireflies
  • infp: gazing from the top of a mountian at the spread of forest below
  • istj: the still, perfect moment at the top of a mountain where cliff meets sky
  • estj: great oak trees with branches that soar towards the sky and deep, anchoring roots
  • isfj: the quiet space under the willow tree where you can curl up and feel safe
  • esfj: laying in a meadow of flowers and feeling the sun warming your skin
  • entj: lakes that have been perfectly frozen over and have a flawless white coating
  • intj: the hidden crevice in a cliff that leads to a secret, hollowed-out space inside
  • entp: those particularly strong breezes that push your hair out of your eyes on a hot day
  • intp: spotting the glimmer of something shiny in the middle of the forest
  • istp: walking through the forest at midnight and listening to every rustle and chirp
  • estp: the wild field full of tall grass that you could spend hours playing in
  • isfp: clouds that have been painted by the sunset and are soft pinks, oranges, and yellows
  • esfp: the stream cutting through the ground and sparkling silver in the sunlight
Percy Imagine

I’m gonna turn the preference request into 4 separate imagines… that okay? I’m gonna guess that’s okay, that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ve got a really cute idea

You finish tying the flowers together, making a little flower crown. You look at Percy, your boyfriend, and smirk. “I crown you, Perseus Jackson, the mayor of flower town,” you say while tossing the crown on his head.

He laughs. ‘Oh my god, this is such an honor! I wasn’t expecting this!”

You laugh as you sit up, against a brick wall. “Congratulations.”

He chuckles as he sits up with you. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

You nod. “not too hot, not too cold, the Gods must be really happy today.”

He chuckles. “Makes me kinda tired.”

You sigh. “Aww, I don’t wanna head back to Camp yet.”

“Unless I sleep with my head on your lap then we’ve gotta.”

“Go right ahead.”

He chuckles again. “You serious?”

You nod. “As serious as Poseidon’s underpants.”

“Wow, that’s serious.”

You laugh. “Yes, I’m being serious Seaweed Brain.”

He puts his head in your lap and closes his eyes, facing the sky.

“Deep in the meadow,” you begin to sing quietly after a couple minutes.

“Under the willow.

“A bed of grass,

“A soft green pillow.

“Lay down your head,

“And close your sleepy eyes.

“And when they open,

“The sun will rise.

“Here it’s safe,

“Here it’s warm,

“Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

“Here is the place where love is true,

“Here is the place where I love you.”

You look down at Percy with a smile on your face. Until you realize his eyes are open.

“That sounded great, babe,” he says to you with a smile on his face.

Singing Her To Sleep ft. Weird Commas

Singing Her To Sleep ft. Weird Commas

Whatever, I decided to submit it because I want to. Hope you enjoy.

The balloon inside her chest inflated further, pushing against her lungs, pushing against her heart, and all she wanted was to run away. To run away from the pressure, and from the waves of panic that slammed into her like a freight train at top speed. Most of all though… she wanted to run away from Heather Chandler. Beautiful Heather. Smart Heather. Controlling and comforting Heather. Heather, who was currently holding her close, not allowing her to pull away like she usually tried to. She knew Heather hated it when she pulled away when she got like this. 

She hated knowing that Veronica was in pain and was pulling away. Hated knowing that Veronica wasn’t allowing her to help her through her panic. She wanted to, of course, but it was just all so embarrassing. She despised knowing that Heather could see her in her most terribly vulnerable state, in the time when she cried and gasped for air. She knew, of course that Chandler wasn’t judging her. She would never. All she did was worry when Veronica had a panic attack. That’s what her girlfriends told her, at least. Chandler just always claimed she “didn’t like” seeing her panic, and that was all. But Mac and Duke made sure to let her know that the red clad girl was constantly worrying about Veronica, trying to make sure she was alright, and trying to keep her calm and safe. It was hard for her when any of her girlfriends cried or panicked. Still, Veronica hated knowing that she was displaying herself at her weakest moments. The thought made her chest tighten, and she unconsciously tried to pull back slightly. Chandler quickly grasped the back of her neck as she shook, gently guiding Veronica back to her shoulder. Her grip was just strong enough to keep Veronica grounded, and hold her still, but it wasn’t suffocating. She desperately wanted to calm down, and at the same time wanted her girlfriend to keep holding her forever. 

As she reached a shaky hand up to tangle in her girlfriend’s hair, she suddenly froze as she heard Chandler murmuring something to her. Wait- no, not murmuring, singing. Heather Chandler was singing to her. Veronica froze in place, completely shocked. She hadn’t expected that. She listened to the words Chandler was softly muttering into her ear. “Deep in the meadow… under the willow… a bed of green grass… a soft green pillow….” it was a song she’d never heard before, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart slow, and her breathing even out slightly in response. As Chandler continued singing quietly into her ear, Veronica felt herself calm down, melting into her girlfriend as she finally relaxed. Chandler slowly finished the song as she pulled Veronica into a gentle embrace, squeezing her tight, before laying them both down on the bed, her arms still wrapped around her. They both relaxed, listening to each other’s hearts beating, and the sound of their own soft breaths. Veronica let her head loll against Chandler as she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

Mac and Duke cheerfully chatted in the hallway on the way the see their girlfriends, an animated chat about the latest superhero movies. Their arms were filled with mountains of snacks, ready to spend time with the two girls they loved the most. As they turned the doorknob, however, their hope was squished slightly. The sight they were greeted to was Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer, both asleep, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. Veronica had most of her face hidden in Chandler’s shoulder, but from Mac and Duke could see, there were tear tracks on her face. Both of them had peaceful looks on their faces, and they were curled up next to each other. Even with how relaxed they both looked, their girlfriends knew that, most likely, the reason they were curled up like that was because Veronica had had a panic attack. 

Mac knew it was inevitable, after all, Veronica had been worrying about final exams for months, and she’d already had four panic attacks. This would be five. All three of them wanted to relieve her pain, and help her relax, but there wasn’t much they could do other than be there, hold her, and let her know it was going to be okay. Duke slowly moved to put the pretzels down and walked over to the two on the bed. She laid down on the bed, putting her arms around Veronica and burying her head into the sleeping girl’s shoulder. Mac followed suit, curling up between Chandler and Veronica and nuzzling into Chandler’s neck. The four girls held each other, Duke and Mac knowing they could help the most when their girlfriends woke up, but that it wouldn’t help to wake them up now. And as they hep each other, for the first time in a long time, it was peaceful.


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They play in the meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and grey eyes, struggling to keep up on his chubby toddler legs. My chlldren, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

Deep in the meadow under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you - Mockingjay epilogue

2

The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted: ‘Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes. And when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.’ Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

Your voice Inside My Head

AN: This is pure and utter trash and totally my fault but I had to do a final PIP. Awful couple of weeks and just happened to bust this bad boy out while spending two nights in the hospital. Maybe a WIP after a couple drinks who knows. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for this awesome Everlark nest.

Summary: A comatose Peeta waking up after 6 years in search of his girl on fire and learning so much more. AU.

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Deep In The Meadow

*Requested: Y/N is constantly having bad nightmares so her boyfriend Newt helps one night after a bonfire by singing to her.*

You woke up panting and felt tears on your face. Whatever those monsters were in your nightmare, you couldn’t convince yourself they aren’t real. They keep running towards you with cutters and needles and you wake up often crying or screaming.

“Hey, love, it’s okay.” you heard a gentle voice and saw Newt kneeling by your hammock.

“I had a nightmare again, Newt.” you said and he stroked your head lightly.

“I’m so sorry I can’t do anything to help.” he said with sadness lacing his voice and you brought you hand up to hold his.

“It’s okay. Just being here with me is the best thing you could do.” you said and let your boyfriend kiss your forehead gently.

—-

You looked around at all the boys havin fun at the Bonfire. There was a new Greenie and the celebration was going well. But every time you saw a shadow that the fire created, all you could think about were the monsters. The sounds from the dark and closed off Maze didn’t help.

—-

The Bonfire was slowly coming to a close and you were falling asleep on Newt’s shoulder.

“Y/N.” he whispered and you groaned. Suddenly two arms lifted you up effortlessly and was carrying you off. Being half asleep, your mind convinced yourself it was a monster and you started to struggle.

“Hey, Y/N, Y/N, it’s me, please.” your mind woke up fully and saw Newt with terrified eyes staring down at you.

“I’m sorry I was falling asleep…” you began but Newt just hugged you close.

“Let me tuck you in.” he said and you nodded.

He lay you down in your hammock and tucked you in comfortably. You watched as he observed your face.

“What?” you said as he climbed into your hammock.

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.”

He began to quietly sing and you were surprised, not only that he started singing or that he knew a song, but the sound of his voice felt so familiar and cozy.

“Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.”

You let him wrap his arms tightly around you and you closed your eyes, letting the cool air of the Glade comfort you while Newt sang quietly next to you. You knew he was doing it because of your nightmares, and it was just so sweet you wanted it to last forever.

“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.”

His voice started to fade out into the night sky as your mind started to slip.

“Here it’s safe and here it’s warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.”

You smiled sleepily as he kissed your lips gently and nuzzled his face into your neck.

Unrequited, Unabashed, and Unwavering

Summary: Five-year-old Peeta didn’t want to go to school.  He just wanted to stay home at the bakery.  Not even the allure of meeting his soulmate could change his mind.  Pure fluff, soulmates AU.  

Notes: Co-written by FanficAllergy & @rosefyrefyre and betaread by the awesome @javistg & @xerxia31.

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Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

2

Deep in the meadow, under the willow 
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow 
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy 
eyes 
And when again they open, the sun will rise. 
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm 
Here the daisies guard you from every harm 
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true 
Here is the place where I love you. 

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much. The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you.

My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

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deep in the meadow + paintings

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe and here it’s warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much. The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted: Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow, lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm, here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is the place where I love you. My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.