firefly constellations

zombiezenik  asked:

Hiiiiii Clare :) Congrats on 600! What are some of your hcs for the gangsey after the events of the books are done???

heidi!!! thank you!! you spoil me ahhh i had a long week but now i have some pasta and down time and im so Ready™ to talk about these kids that i love with my whole heart this is so long oh god

  • listen idk about you but i’ve been on a ton of road trips and they are not easy so if that trip actually lasts the whole 3 months of summer i’ll eat my shirt
    • ok but please??? imagine the bickering i bet you henry is so directionally challenged, blue probably wants a schedule whereas gansey is probably like “what do you mean we’re not just driving off into the sunset i don’t understand wait…we have an actual route?”
    • don’t lie to me you know he got lost plenty on his various adventures and his soft scholarly heart just went with it
    • protect him
    • but yea anyway they probably went up and down the east coast for about 2.5-3 weeks, hitting up all the state parks along the way and stopping in small towns
    • henry insists they have to find the best pizza on the east coast only to claim nothing can top Nino’s by the end of it
    • gansey wants to see all the wacky tourist spots “to get the authentic experience”
    • at each stop they send postcards to The Barns (theyre all on the fridge)
    • blue takes SO MANY pictures ok but all of them are candids 
    • so while there’s these awful blurry messes she also manages to catch these really fantastic photos of henry falling out of a tree he tried to climb with gansey laughing, of the three of them in a diner shifting their food around (you know how when you know someone so well you just order food and shift things around so everyone has what they like? like that)
    • her absolute favorite: she was recording them on a hike and they stumble upon a little grove with a stream running through and forgot to stop the video when she set her phone down. that night she plugs her phone in to the car charger and gets a screenshot of the three of them standing in the stream, laughing and singing. 
  • after the road trip blue registers for summer sessions at the community college and keeps working at Nino’s and walking dogs, she decides she’s going to save up and get her associates then transfer to a university to get her degree in marketing for art (listen she loves being creative, she loves collecting, she’s smart as hell and would get great buys for up-and-coming artists, that girl could own a really cool gallery i can see it now)
  • gansey defers for a year because. well. dying is stressful. but once he goes to college he decides to study art history. like blue, he loves art but he can’t deny he loves history too, and authenticating old works and searching for ancient tapestries and lost paintings is something our boy would be great at (bonus: in later years he would be the most eccentric art history professor ever and he’d totally where those corduroy jackets with elbow patches and his wire rim glasses im!!! i love the idea of old man gansey being this adorable weirdo professor that all the students love) 
  • because we don’t really know much about henry’s interests i don’t know what his major would be but wouldn’t it be hilarious is he was a professional beekeeper and bought up land to have bee gardens and sanctuaries and started a natural honey business and gansey goes there all the time because he’s Crazy but he’s decked out in protection gear and ronan and blue team up to make a rule that he not go out to the gardens because nobody wants to tempt fate that bad
  • adam and ronan spend the summer together with opal seeing the beginnings of their life together settle in
    • ronan teaches opal more and more english and spends hours figuring out what foods she likes or doesn’t like while training her not to eat sticks
    • adam comes up with little lesson plans for her to start learning how to read and write along with simple math and science
    • ronan dreams up some fake documents so they can get her enrolled in homeschooling because there’s no way they’re gonna do public school and try to explain their satyr child to anyone thats just…nah
    • when they’re not teaching opal ronan is tending to the farm, learning what livestock he wants to buy and care for, going to showings all around the state (people look at him so weird, a tall kid who looks more like a biker than a farmer, cradling a bunny in his arms at the makeshift petting zoo with a little girl on his shoulders. he’s A Sight.)
    • adam, it turns out, is very good at baking and opal develops a bit of a sweet tooth off of his many experiments with different cupcakes and cookies
    • their days are carefree. they explore the fields of the barns, make wild plans for the future, tell opal stories and play with her. they catch fireflies and learn constellations together.
    • every evening is spent giving opal bubble baths and wrapping her up in old tshirts and gym shorts from matthews room then settling down with warm milk and honey and telling stories of sleeping kings, trees that give advice, and ordinary people discovering magic
    • they brush out her wild hair and the fur on her legs and put her to bed and quietly get themselves ready for bed. sometimes adam will read to ronan until they fall asleep. 
    • sure, there are bad nights. they both have their fair share of nightmares. opal does too. that’s when they grab blankets and go sit on the porch and talk about the stories of the constellations until their minds settle again.
    • when they drop adam off at the dorms as he starts his first year, its hard. its really really hard. these three haven’t had a lot of good in their lives up until now so letting go of their routine, of each other, although its temporary, it hurts. none of them cry, but its close (close as in adam waits until they’ve driven away and he’s got a moment alone in the bathroom. ronan lets the tears fall silently as he grips opal’s hand reaching forward from the back seat where she’s crying into her knees she’s drawn up to her chest).
    • the first time adam calls home he’s worried opal won’t remember him, after all they only had a few months together, and they don’t know exactly how great her memory is. his worst fear happens when he’s skyping ronan, who tells opal it’s adam, and she says “who’s that?”
    • just as adam feels his heart break a little, opal leans into the frame and continues, “no papa, that’s dad.” (turns out ronan bought her a book that teaches family vocabulary)
    • adam feels like his heart is breaking again but this time from being so entirely full of love for these two he can barely comprehend it
  • adam, light of my life, goes into law. he gets a full ride because he is smart as hell and super dedicated (can u tell im proud of him). for the most part he assists at a small business firm his first few years out of college but eventually, he focuses on social work cases and getting law changes in the state to make it easier for parents to report their parents without endangering themselves, as well as changing emancipation laws so that emancipated minors can make purchases regardless of age and aren’t left homeless. its very close to his heart but even though it hurts sometimes to see these cases it only makes him want to win even more, and he knows he has ronan and opal to help bring him back from rough days at work
  • ronan is the Best Farmer Ever he starts buying livestock and filling up The Barns with dairy cows, hens, and goats (he thinks its hilarious when they get there and opal is absolutely fascinated by their legs). part of the land has an orchard that has both normal fruit and some of the trees niall dreamt up, and ronan sells fruit at a local farmers market as well as to other farmers who make local preserves. declan comes by here and there and…they actually start to get along a little better once declan accepts that this is ronan’s life and ronan accepts that declan was just trying to do what’s right. it also helps that for some reason opal loves declan like. so much man. and he loves her too theyre practically best buddies its precious, and even better when matthew is over too. all the lynch boys are weak for this little girl ok? they don’t stand a chance she’s got them all wrapped around her little finger.
  • finally, there’s noah. 
    • every year on the day he died, truly died, for them, they all get together and go to his grave (his birthday is for his family).  they tell his headstone about their classes, about new things opal has learned, about how the farm and the bee garden are going. 
    • blue always kisses her hand and presses it to the headstone before she leaves. he was her first kiss, so he gets another every year as thanks for giving her the boy she loves.
    • ronan always brings opal and tells her about his best friend, about a boy who was dead but lived loudly in spite of that. he leaves dream fruit at the headstone, and opal leaves her favorite stick she’s found that week. 
    • henry never met noah, but he hears so much about this boy who was a ghost, who was technically non-existent who still gave the last vestiges of himself up, just for the friends he’s come to think of as family. he leaves a bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers from his garden.
    • adam always starts off with telling noah about classes, trying to keep himself together, but he always ends it by choking up halfway through telling his headstone how important noah is to him. adam leaves a stone from the river, almost like he’s redirecting the ley line again. 
    • gansey is always last. while everyone else is there for comfort they always leave gansey to say his goodbyes last, and instead take him into a hug when he gets to the car. gansey just…he needs to do this alone. he needs to tell noah it wasn’t for nothing, that he’s doing everything possible to make noah proud. gansey never knows what to leave that could possibly live up to what noah has given him. he leaves a copy of pictures of them every year. noah gave him life, so gansey leaves evidence of the people he lives for, the people that make it worth living, the people that miss him. the people that remember him. 

lily-275  asked:

Can u write a fan fic where the gang have a sleep over and bughead are put in awkward situations and have to share a bed.

Buzzcut Season

Summary: After a relaxing week at the cottage, Betty and Jughead share a bed after sleeping arrangements are disrupted. 

Words: 1,850

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I edited this myself so there are errors. It might seem a little all over the place but I’m just trying to write. I think I obsess over every little thing and then I panic and then I stop writing. I read through this once. I usually do 6 read throughs. The song they listen to is called Moonbeam

It was good to be friends with Veronica Lodge.

Betty had met Veronica her freshman year at college and they became fast friends. It was now the last week of summer break before their senior year and Veronica had invited everyone to her summer home for one last chance to let loose.

Veronica had invited everyone. Her boyfriend Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom and her girlfriend Toni Topaz, Reggie Mantle, Moose Mason, Ethyl Muggs, Kevin Keller and Betty’s longtime crush Jughead Jones.

They had spent the whole week down by the lake, swimming, drinking and soaking in as much sun as they could. At night they would build fires and roast marshmallows swapping stories of drunken late nights antics and all the things they were hoping for in their final year.

“I should remind you that it’s all your final years. I have four more years of medical school left.” Betty chimed in.

“It concerns me that my possible future doctor can do a keg stand as well as you can.” Jughead laughed finishing of, what would be, his last beer of the evening.

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents.” Betty responded with a tipsy satisfied smile.

By this time all but her, Jughead and Kevin had gone to sleep.

“I personally can’t wait for school to be over. It so exciting to know I’m $50,000 dollars in debt and have a degree that will great me a job that pays $35,000 a year if I’m lucky.” Kevin said sarcastically.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Jughead grinned.

“I’m a realist. I learned that about myself in college.” Kevin smirked. “I’m so drunk. I need to go to sleep.” He admitted standing up.

“So do I.” Betty agreed shooting up and almost falling over. She was lucky Jughead was there to catch her before she fell into the bushes behind her. “Thanks.” She blushed, looking up at him trying not to thinking about his hand on her lower back.

“And to think you’ll be performing open heart surgery in six years.” Jughead teased with a smile.

“Let’s hope the alcohol is out of my system by then.” Betty rolled her eyes and walked into the house.

Kevin didn’t make it to the room he was sharing with Moose and had passed out on the couch. Jughead and Betty couldn’t help but giggle.

She followed him upstairs.

“Goodnight Betty.” Jughead whispered before going into his room.

“Good night Jug.” Betty responded heading two doors over to her own room.

When she opened the door she saw her roommate Ethyl rolling around in bed with Reggie. Betty’s eyes widened as she closed the door as quickly as she had opened it.

She looked around the darkened hallway and quietly cursed to herself. There were five bedrooms. The two couples took up two rooms, Betty shared a room with Ethyl and Jughead shared with Reggie. The couch would have been an option if Kevin hadn’t passed out on it. She could always wake him up or ask Moose if she could sleep in his room.

She could but she knew she wasn’t going to. Instead she took a few steps down the hall, inhaled deeply and knocked three times on Jughead’s door.

He answered with concerned eyes, toothbrush in his mouth, no shirt and his hair was a mess after being in his beanie all day. “What’s up? What’s wrong?” He asked trying to keep all the toothpaste in his mouth.

“Ethyl and Reggie are in my room.” She informed, taking a step into his room as he ran into the bathroom to spit into the sink.

“So?” He shrugged continuing to brush his teeth.

“They are in my room getting to know each other in the biblical sense.” Betty beat around the bush, her cheeks flaming red that she couldn’t just say the word sex.

Jughead stepped out of the bathroom with his brow knitted together. “What?” He asked before a wave of understanding crossed his face. “Oh!”

“Yeah, so now I don’t have a place to sleep and I was wondering if I could sleep in here. On the floor of course.” Betty finished with a smile.

“Bets, we are adults, we can sleep in the same bed together.” Jughead informed with a roll of his eyes.

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BTS as aesthetics
  • seokjin: colorful lights, loud chattering, red wine in hands, party dress, exchanging manners, light drinking, deep conversations, up all night
  • yoongi: moonlight, dimming fireflies, light breezes, constellations, sleepy snores, smell of wood, dead streets, flickering streetlights
  • hoseok: summer air, corny jokes, laughter, energetic smiles, tinted sunglasses, holding hands, children playing in the sand, bright colors
  • namjoon: dancing in tube socks, dim lights, romantic poetry, red cheeks, sensual touches, resting your head on his shoulder, soft kisses, defeaning silence
  • jimin: bright lights, nostalgic music, dancing, smiles, cameras flashing, neon city lights, first shots of whiskey for the night, planes that look like stars
  • taehyung: cold weather, messy bed sheets, stifled yawns, warm mugs and ground coffee, loose sweatpants resting low on your hips, tired, droopy eyes, cuddles
  • jungkook: sunlight, busy streets, lunch breaks, honking taxis, tall glasses of refreshing drinks, slow walks through places, holding hands, deep breaths
The Zodiac Signs as Nighttime Aesthetics
  • Aries: You are the warm summer night in which crickets chirp, cicadas chitter, and dogs bark every time you ding-dong ditch one of your neighbors. Out on the town with your late-night crew, you are full of mischief and mayhem.
  • Taurus: You are the starry Full Moon night in which even the midnight chorus hushes its singing. Cloaked in moonbeams and a gentle breeze, you are the perfect night for sitting in the grass grounding yourself and admiring the universe around you. You are the night of deep contemplation and awesome beauty.
  • Gemini: You are the slightly cool, autumn night that requires a sweater. The star-filled sky is like a map that you search as you reflect on your day, your week, your life. You are the night of self-motivation and warm blankets as you plan your path toward the future,
  • Cancer: You are the chilly night that tightropes on the cusp of winter, shrouded by clouds heavy with precipitation. The cool air gives you the perfect excuse to get warm and relax, or even better, cuddle. You are the night of warm beverages, crackling fireplaces, and lots of snuggling as you turn life inside out with the art of conversation.
  • Leo: You are the perfect night for partying with your friends. You paint your own reality by making the exploding embers of a bonfire mingle with the twinkling of the stars. You are the night of a close-knit community coming together for cold drinks, s'mores, and plenty of fun as you fill the dark sky with your laughter.
  • Virgo: You are the mellow, slightly cloudy spring night where death begins to give way to life. New beginnings are all around and you don't plan on missing out. You are the night of chasing fireflies and tracing the constellations in the company of family and close friends.
  • Libra: You are the spooky fall night with a wind that haunts your sleep. This is a night of mystery and flirtation, subtly insisting that you open your window and go searching for Peter Pan. You are the night of youthful adventure and hidden pleasures.
  • Scorpio: You are the night of passionately grabbing the reigns of life and not letting go. You venture into the hot, humid night and go for a refreshing skinny-dip, trusting the Crescent Moon to protect your clothes from your rambunctious friends. You are a night of shameless freedom and making memories.
  • Sagittarius: You are the cool, New Moon night of profound midnight strolls. Infused with fun and the sound of air caressing leaves, you explore new paths and see the world from a different perspective. You are the night of first kisses and self-discovery.
  • Capricorn: You are the midsummer night filled with the sound of gentle rain. You plan a relaxing escape for yourself and your partner within the comfort of your home as raindrops and moonlight turn your windows into mosaics. You are the night of sweet nothings and warm beds.
  • Aquarius: You are the night of Christmas Eve when the gaze of the moon enchants the gentle scene of generous gifts and loving thoughts. You are the night of warm cookies and cold milk for old Saint Nick, who always seems to bring people together. You are the night of selfless unity and endless love.
  • Pisces: You are the first night of summer, filled with anticipation, abundant life, and oh-so-many twinkling lights. You are the night when star-crossed lovers meet and blocked writers suddenly find inspiration. You cause best friends to exchange secrets, and lovers to exchange confessions of their affection. You are the night of vulnerable openness and intimate honesty.

I got a prompt a while ago from a creative writing class to start a poem with the line “This is how the world ends…” Here’s what I came up with.

This is how the world ends,
Through gentle fireflies lighting up like paper lanterns ascending to the clouds,
Each kiss a star on her empty canvass of ever-lasting dusk,
As intricate as ancient murals.
Constellations of fireflies, each illuminating another inch of her universe through quiet, tickling touches reflected in hazel eyes.
The beetle’s tiny body landing on her shoulder,
Her skin one with the expanse of purple thistles for him to play.
Their lights swim through hair, tangled from long hours of dancing with his kind, of sitting tall on the shoulders of her paint.
He brings a warm sort of light, not quite a candle, but so much more than the sweeping brightness of a dying bulb.
He doesn’t breath like the strawberry red wax and wick in her buttercream-iced cake, but glows like foxtail lanterns of pinpoint maidens.
She dances her impromptu waltz until the master behind the sun finishes his watercolor masterpiece.

5sos + times of day
  • Luke: {civil dawn}; sunrises, pink skies, light peeking into your room through your blinds, messy bed sheets, stifled yawns, warm mugs and ground coffee, loose sweatpants resting low on your hips, tired, droopy eyes
  • Michael: {nautical twilight}; blue, orange, yellow gradients, still water, dimming fireflies, light breezes, constellations, soft, sleepy snores, peaceful dreams, dead streets, flickering streetlights, dark silhouettes
  • Calum: {astronomical dusk}; navy skies, smog and clouds, children being rushed inside, flashing, neon city lights: 'open 24 hours!', the first shots of whiskey for the night, planes that look like shooting stars, blaring music with heavy bass lines
  • Ashton: {afternoon}; warm sunlight, busy streets, lunch breaks and relaxation, energetic smiles, honking taxis, tall glasses of lemonade, light washed jeans, tinted sunglasses, long, slow walks through parks, holding hands, deep breaths, sprouting flowers, ladybugs

Wild Blackberries (spontaneous writing)
We gathered wild blackberries in a bucket at summer’s end. She had eyes that danced and long hair that the breeze teasingly played with. A straw hat shadowed her face from the sun’s gaze. Her skin smelled of sunlight and wildflowers. Amid the tall grasses  and Queen Anne’s Lace we found a hideaway. Took off all our clothes (mustn’t get them stained) and fed each other. Purpled lips and fingertips, bursts of sweetness dark and deep; kisses tasting of blackberry wine. Drunk on each other, we slowed down time, lingering long after the sun had slipped behind the hills. In the darkness, fireflies flashed out new constellations. We were lost in our own little universe and it didn’t matter if we were ever found again.

-John Mark Green