local jam

kinda disappointed that i’m not already a reclusive beekeeping novelist who lives in a cottage in the french countryside, only interacting with other people when i call my annoyed editor and sell honey+honey-related products to local villagers

In my future I see you and me,
And a house and garden filled with trees.
I see dinner parties surrounded by friends,
And a vegetable patch we love to tend.
I see cosy nights in front of the fire,
And a four-poster bed for when we tire.
I see our kitchen which will be the heart of the home,
And a Victorian bath brimming with foam.
I see muddy wellies by the front door,
And the kids eating cookies and asking for more.
I see nights in the garden camping under the stars,
And shelves full of mismatching local jam jars.
I see family picnics outside with the dog,
And a little blue shed containing the logs.
I see us sat by the window watching the snow,
And reading the papers and learning to grow.
I see pictures of family in quirky frames,
And letters on the kids’ doors spelling out their names.
I see laughter, pain, kisses and tears,
And helping each other to confront our fears.
I see you as my friend and also my lover,
Your confidant and your children’s mother.
I see a wonderful future for you and I,
And it’s cloaked in love until we die.
—  The Future- Emma Salmon (most Drastoria Poem Ever)
A Simple Warmth

I’ve been sitting on this for a while.  I had some grammatical issues, rewrote it once or twice, and then just shoved it aside for a couple of months, mostly due to anxiety.

Now I’m just saying “to hell with it” and posting it because I think I might actually like it now.

Female Mage Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (pre-relationship)

Read here on AO3

The headache had begun early that morning, even before the sun rose, but the meeting had set it thrashing against his skull.  The sun streaming in through the stained glass windows only strained the tense feeling and made him wince whenever he looked up too quickly.  He missed the darkened chantry room they held war meetings in while they were in Haven.  Skyhold was too open and too bright for his liking.

He had done his best to restrain his hands from rubbing at his aching head during the meeting, setting them instead on the pommel of his sword with a fierce grip.  Now that the room was emptying of witnesses he allowed himself the comfort of pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, anything to stop them from watering and burning.  His little tower home was not far.  It was dark and somewhat quiet.   He needed to make it there before the pain took further root in his brain, but the thought of striding through all those chatty nobles and across the sun baked embattlements only served to make him more nauseous.  With a frustrated groan he turned and leaned back against the heavy war table.

“I agree.  It was a long meeting with few decisions made.”

He started at the sudden voice, dropping his hands away from his face.  He had been certain that everyone had fled after Josephine had called the meeting to a close.  But standing a few feet away from him was the Inquisitor, her arms crossed loose across her body.  She was watching him, unsure, but smiled when he looked up at her without reproach.

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omg pretty barista at my fav coffee place recognised me today because i make tiny cranes out of the paper around the cupcakes and she wasn’t even serving me but she came over especially and was like “a little kid took one of the cranes!” and so i made another one for them to put up and idk having a usual coffee place is amazing

..quick doodle based on the continuation of this headcanon (+translation) with thataxe; basically Hide lets Kaneki doodles on his guitar as an excuse so he can stare at him.

It was confirmed to me that the countryside is being gentrified when places we go to regularly on the moors opened galleries and began selling art for hundreds. And when you go to the checkout with some local homemade jam and a bar of fudge, your tenner disappears. You pay for it and you hold out your hand and she gives you 25p. Excuse me where’s the rest? You know the 5 pound note and coinage? “It came to 9.75″ Unbelievable. Scolded.

Working class people go to the countryside because it’s a cheap day out. You get to see natural beauty for next to nothing. But there must be people who go there with 300 quid in their pocket in case they see a nice painting or a sculpture. It’s fucking weird to me. But like a lot of places now, they’re only interested in affluent people, those with a lot of disposable income left over at the end of the month, because they actually have money to spend.