pretty much. i can already tell this area is going to be one of my favorites, i like to pretend Sylvana and Maple are two small town journalists, keeping everyone involved with what’s going on in Kettle<3
I’m all snowed in today so I re-visisted my favorite dream, @aforestlife‘s town of Citàlune! The amount of time and love that has gone into creating this town shows in everything from the beautifully-decorated houses to the intricate paths and flower arrangements.✨
Aries: “‘Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!’ I spent most of my afternoon trying to make sense of that quote, thinking maybe it was Margo’s way of telling me to become more of a badass or something.“ - Paper towns
Taurus: “‘Please stop,’ I said. ‘You’re upsetting the black Santas.’”- Paper towns
Gemini: “‘What the hell is that?’ I laughed. ‘It’s my fox hat.’
‘Your fox hat?’ ‘Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat.’ ‘Why are you wearing your fox hat?’ I asked. ‘Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.’“- Looking for Alaska
Cancer: “‘Do you sometimes feel like a circle missing a piece? ’ His dad wondered. ‘Daddy, I am not a circle. I am a boy. ’”- An abundance of Katherines
Leo: “You’re a very special person. Colin would hear this a lot, and yet—somehow—he could never hear it enough. “- An abundance of Katherines
Virgo: “But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?”- Let it snow
Libra: “They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.“ - Looking for Alaska
Scorpio: “I couldn’t be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to. ” - The fault in our stars
Sagittarius: “All of a sudden, he wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend or anyone’s genius. And that—to use the kind of complex word you’d expect from a prodigy—blew. “ - An abundance of Katherines
Capricorn: “But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”- Looking for Alaska
Aquarius: “Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.“ - Paper towns
Pisces:“You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.” - Will Grayson, Will Grayson
*My first real contribution and it’s OUAT Peter Pan. The character has sorta taken over my life. I was going to make this longer but thought it was dragging on a lot already. Probably post a part 2 if people like it enough. I know it isn’t a lot but I thought it was a different enough premise to gain some kind of intrigue. Let me know what you think!*
Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan
Warnings: (extremely) mild language
Dirt. That was my life. Dirt and digging and running to and fro all hours of the day. Such was the life of an enslaved grave digger. Oh excuse me, as Doctor Beadnell put it, mortician’s apprentice. I wasn’t though. I never saw him work. All I did was dig.
Ever since the old grave digger for the cemetery, my father, died when I was twelve I was forced to take up his job. Doctor Beadnell would have hired another grave digger, a man that would probably have a much easier time and want the work, if it wasn’t for the fact that I worked for free. I was given a place to sleep and food to eat and in a harsh world that was the best I could hope for.
That didn’t mean the spoils outweighed the work. Death yields for no man so I always seemed to be working. In the scorching summer I was digging. In the freezing cold I was digging. When it was pouring down rain I ran into town. When the snow was up to my knees I was running errands. All day and into the night I worked. It especially didn’t help with my breathing problems.
It was a cold night and I had just finished digging up a grave for a funeral the next morning when something strange happened. It had taken longer than usual thanks to the ground being so hard. Down a six foot hole with numb fingers and dirt in my hair I hadn’t expected to hear music. Grasping for the top of the hole I hauled myself back up.
Out in the distance the music floated along the wind. Oh, what does music matter, I should try to get some sleep tonight. I stabbed the shovel deep into the ground next to the grave, grabbed the bucket full of stones I had to move out of the way and started heading back toward the funeral home. Again the music drifted by my ears heading out into the forest.
No. No, I am not going to follow some ghost music out into the forest in the middle of the night. Not if I don’t want to join this cemetery permanently. It only seemed to get louder though the more I tried to ignore it.
“I must be out of my mind.” I muttered setting the bucket of stones down and heading back towards the forest. I grabbed the shovel on my way just in case.
Unable to see a thing in the dark I stumbled and tripped along. My legs were weak and the cold was really starting to get to me and I was finding it harder to catch my breath. I should have just went to bed. Now I’m going to collapse in the middle of the forest and become some wolf’s late night snack. Still the music played, hypnotizing and soothing.
Further ahead I saw light flickering through the trees. Making my way towards the light I realized it was a grand fire that someone had lit in the clearing. Also I was apparently not the only one who had heard the lilting melody. A dozen boys or so danced wildly around the fire. I moved closer, drawn in by the heat. If I could just–
I stopped. My lungs couldn’t take it anymore. My chest tightened like cinched fabric and I started to wheeze trying to take breath in. Long, deep breaths. I can get through this. I can…
Things around me started to get blurry and the music I had followed before was muted as if I were listening to it through an earful of cotton. I noticed the hem of a cloak skirt by me before everything went dark.
I awoke later, not feeling great, but better than I had earlier. Everything was so warm. Someone must have taken me back to the funeral home after I collapsed. Oh no, Doctor Beadnell is going to kill me. What was I going to tell him? That I almost died because I followed some phantom music out into the woods in the middle of the night? Might as well get it over and done with.
With a groan I sat up and pushed the hair from my face. Upon clearing the sleep from my eyes I noticed something very wrong. This wasn’t my room in the funeral home. I was in some tent. I pushed the blankets someone had draped over me off and peeked out of the tent flap.
There were more tents, an entire camp, outside. This place didn’t look like the Enchanted Forest either. It was a humid jungle. I’m dead. That can be the only explanation. I died out in the woods and this is my heaven or hell or limbo or whatever the hell it is I’m in!
Calm down. This is nothing to worry about. I just need to–
“Look who finally woke up.” I stumbled back into the tent as some boy I had never seen before kneeled down in front of my tent. From the large club he was wielding over his shoulder something told me he wasn’t the kind of person I wanted to talk to.
I scrambled back through the bottom opening at the back of the tent and ran. There more boys outside I hadn’t seen before. There was a shout from where I had just escaped and next thing I knew everyone was trying to grab me. I yanked a spear out of one of their grasps and swung it around trying to fend them off.
Someone knocked me from behind and I dropped to my knees, a searing pain blossoming on the back of my legs from where I was struck. I struggled to break free but they tied a rope around my wrists and ankles.
“Well isn’t this a memorable morning.” someone strode toward me. It was the boy from before. He was tall and kind of gangly with straw colored hair and a long jagged scar running across his face.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Someone’s jumpy.” he smirked, “After how dead looking you were earlier I can say I hadn’t expected you to be on your feet so quickly.”
“Who are you!” I repeated, “Where am I? Heaven? Hell? Limbo?”
“You’re not dead, moron.” he knocked the top of my head, “You would have been if we hadn’t picked you up though.”
“Then where am I? And again, who are you?” I wish I had my shovel or pickaxe or something to threaten this creep with. I was naked without it and just as vulnerable.
“Am I missing out on all the fun?” A new voice joined in. The other boys parted as a figure clad in green with a tangle or brown hair glanced down at me. “What happened here?”
“The dingus went ballistic after waking up.” the tall boy explained, “Extreme measures had to be taken.”
“I think she gets it.” the other boy brandished a knife and cut the rope binding me.
I pushed myself up to my feet and charged at the strange boy hoping that if I could just get out of this camp then I could regain my bearings. “Oh no no no,” he smirked freezing me where I stood, “Is that anyway to treat the one who saved your life?”
“Who are you?” I stressed through clenched teeth. I had had it up to here with strange boys in the middle of a jungle and wanted some answers!
“If you promise not to go on another rampage then I’ll explain everything. Deal?”
“Fine.” I muttered and I was free to move about again. I thought about bolting but didn’t. Like I would be able to get far with this freak’s magic able to keep me in place.
“You’re probably hungry, would you like something to eat?” he offered holding out an apple for me.
“I don’t want your food I want to know who you are, who all of you are, where I am, and how I got here!”
With a sigh he tossed the apple to one of the other boys. “We brought you here. I saw you collapse and figured that since you could hear the music then you were there for the same reason the others were. It only made sense to bring you along, couldn’t have you turning into a bear’s meal could I?”
“Where exactly is here?”
He flourished a hand to the jungle surrounding us, “May I officially welcome you to Neverland. I’m Peter Pan.”
gangsey saturday morning trips to the farmers market bc gansey needs more mint and blue wants more flowers for her hair but adam and ronan find themselves veering away from the group bc they're adam and ronan; trouble and cuteness and kisses ensue
Gansey getting all flustered when buying his mint plant and ends up buying a load of other herbs and plants because he got pressured and “one woman said it had healing properties, the other said I could make tea out of it, I didn’t know what to do! I get so flustered!”
Blue taking none of that sales bullshit and buying peonies and asking Adam to fix them in her hair for her, to which Ronan says, “they’re almost as big as your face, you look fucking ridiculous” to which Blue responds “you’re in public with a raven on your shoulder like you’re national geographic’s new fucking bird whisperer or something, so go piss up a rope Ronan.” *exit Blue to find Gansey who is now browsing a stall of hand crafted cards, still a little red from his plant buying experiences*
Adam turns to Ronan: “She’s got a point, you know”
Ronan tells him that Chainsaw is more important to him than any one of them and Chainsaw caws her approval
Adam asks Ronan if he’d like to share his bed with Chainsaw instead of with him then… Ronan smirks, rolls his eyes and walks off
Adam wanders around aimlessly for a bit, browsing the stalls with no intention of actually buying anything
then someone’s hand slips into his and he turns, jerking it away, but quickly sees it’s only Ronan. Just Ronan. No Chainsaw.
and Ronan’s got that smile on his face… the smile that means he wants something and he leads Adam away from the hustle and bustle of the market and pushes him into a tiny alleyway that’s about a metre wide and he presses Adam back against one of the bumpy brick walls and kisses him
and kisses him, and kisses him
and he finally pulls away, his lips pink and his cheeks a similar shade and he says, “I want you in my bed tonight and every night after that”
and Adam pushes him back so he’s pinning Ronan to the wall now instead and kisses him long and slow before leaning away again with a smirk and says, “I know.”