I would encourage you, with all my heart, just to be present. Be present and open to the moment that is unfolding before you. Because, ultimately, your life is made up of moments. So don’t miss them by being lost in the past or anticipating the future. Don’t be absent from your own life.
Happy Birthday to @arianelabed!! And for your birthday, I am going to bless your dash with some blond Fassy! <3 thank you for being an amazing friend and I wish you all the best Hope you have an awesome day today!!
my favourite person on her birthday.
Happy birthday, Maplevogel! You
said you wanted a domestic piece so I hope this counts. A little bit of sharing and caring and
by the song ‘Depth Over Distance’ by Ben Howard.
The hinges on the door squeaked in warning as Canada
pushed it open. The house was stale and
dim but he could hear the ‘click, click,
click’ of an oscillating fan in the distance.
He slipped out of his shoes and dropped his suitcase
on the worn hardwood.
home. Where are you?”
He squinted into the kitchen as he passed and sighed
at the pile of cardboard boxes and garbage.
The stove was blackened, the coffee pot was filled with noodles, and the
sink was stacked with unwashed dishes.
He knew what that meant.
Canada squared his shoulders and marched up the
staircase with his heart in his throat.
Kumajirou was sitting outside their bedroom door with his nose scrunched
up in displeasure. Canada tapped him on
the head twice before pushing the door open.
The hinges seemed to screech even louder than before
in the silence.
you in here?”
“No,” the bundle of blankets on their bed
“Are you sure?”
Canada asked, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Prussia had drawn the curtains but he could
see piles of clothes and more unwashed dishes scattered around the room.
“No,” the blankets repeated.
Canada bit his lip and tried not to laugh.
“No, you’re not here? Or no, you’re not sure?”
Prussia peeked out from under the covers and blinked
Canada chuckled, he could not help himself, and
reached out to smooth his tousled hair.
“Bad day, then?”
“Bad week,” Prussia pouted, but he leaned into his
hand. “I missed you.”
Canada hummed in understanding. He had missed Prussia too. But he knew that it was more than that.
“Are you going to get up?”
“… I don’t
want to get up today.”
Canada clucked his tongue and nudged Prussia until
he scooched over.
“Then move,” Canada said. “I want in.”
Prussia raised the corner of the blankets and Canada
slithered underneath. He wrapped his
arms around Prussia and pressed wet kisses to his shoulder and collarbone.
Prussia clutched the back of his suit jacket.
His hands were shaking.
“I’m sorry you had a bad week,” Canada mumbled
against his skin. “You should have told
me. I would have come home sooner.”
"The job is mine, Shortcake,” Joshua’s voice says. To stop myself from standing up and punching him in the gut I’m counting one, two, three, four … “Funny, that’s what Helene just told me.” I watch his backside walk away in the glossed surface of my desk, and vow that Joshua Templeman is going to lose the most important game we’ve ever played.
Happy birthday to the snapchat queen, a PS wizard and a great friend @cobaltcharlie ;*