I started my day with a relaxing lavender bath ✨🌸💐🐚 during the spring equinox the earth is moving away from the darkness of winter and into the light spring 🌾
now is a time of perfect balance, as day and night are equal 💕🙏💫
this ostara celebration is even more special as there’s a new moon tn, which is also a super moon & there’s even a solar eclipse! 🙊
Ransom could appreciate art. He could! He didn’t, often, and he didn’t get it a lot of times– he preferred practical things to appreciate, like Bitty’s pies, or good goals. Or, of course, Nursey’s ass, which he’d stolen a few furtive glances down at as he walked in front of him. It was a great ass, okay? Sue him. Now that was art to appreciate.
Right now, however, waiting for Nursey to finish what he was doing was sort of killing him.
Ransom… the thing was, he didn’t want to bother him. He knew he could snap like a twig if someone interrupted him, and Nursey had said something about a homework assignment, so he didn’t want to interfere with that. Even though Nursey wasn’t the type to snap, it felt rude not to give him the same respect he always gave him. Besides, he looked kind of cute sitting on the floor, all hunched over his journal, tongue sticking out just the smallest amount. But he was bored. He was mad fucking bored right now.
He tried going through his phone, systemically hitting Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, but it was a dead day– not much posting, only a few notifications, some tagged pics, some snapchat selfies–
Oh. Ransom sat up and went to snapchat. He could probably entertain himself for at least a few more minutes with snapchat filters.
Dog filter, bunny filter, gold butterflies, truck driver, the little frowny face– he glanced over at Nursey and pouted just a touch because a face swap would be hilarious, honestly. Instead, he pulled one of his selfies from his phone and captioned it “missing you”, before posting it to his story.
Ransom looked up. Nursey had shifted towards him a little– he whipped out his phone and zoomed in to his face as much as possible, grinning a little before taking the picture; he yawned right at that second and Ransom decided to save it and send it to the group chat.
Harry and Y/N have been flirting every time they run into each other at the farmers market. She’s the girl who delivers the flowers and he’s the one who enjoys fresh produce. It isnt until she gets stuck in the mud during a delivery that they finally tell each othe how they feel.
Y/N walks into the flower shop with an irritable mood due to tossing and turning all night, thinking about that stupid Styles. Not to mention those flower pots she broke. She has no time to adjust. Her sister is looking at her with a disgusting sweet look and it tips her off, “What? What do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver these little bushes and stuff to the east end after you drop these off at Tilly’s. Someone ordered them but doesn’t have a car.”
Y/N groans and looks at the clock, “But I don’t have a car, I have a bike with a cart.”
draeden headcanon: Braeden and Derek come back from their hunt a few months after the pack starts senior year, partially because they kept finding dead ends, but Braeden knows deep down, Derek wanted to go back and help his alpha, and his pack. But, there was also something else.
Derek’s loft is still as empty as they left it, not that there was much to begin with, and he figures it a good enough time as any to tell Scott he’s back.
He sends him a text: Come to the loft, now. Important.
And he leaves it at that.
Scott gets the message, and while he was once just casually laying on his bed, springs upward and almost tumbles off. Derek is back? Derek wouldn’t come back unless he had to. Unless there was a problem.
Scott practically breaks about 7 traffic laws on his way to the loft, taking the steps two at a time, but something stops him before he can roll the door open. He focuses on his senses, and hears slight murmuring, but then he hears it. Heartbeats. Three heartbeats.
He braces himself for anything as he throws the door open, and Braeden and Derek are already glaring at him from the couch.
“Scott,” Derek launches himself from the sofa, to walk about to Scott, whose eyes are glancing around the room.
“Is anyone else in here besides you two?"
Derek’s brows furrow, confused. Braeden stands to move be Derek’s side, arms crossed.
"I hear three heartbeats.” he says, still eyeing around, confused. But he catches how Derek and Braeden look at each other, and Scott didn’t even realize how much louder the third heartbeat got until now.
He looks at Derek, and then Braeden. And then his gaze moves to her stomach, still flat and unshowing.
“A third heartbeat.” he says again, this time more astonished.
And Scott looks back at them to see them smiling, Derek actually smiling, and a sense of relief washes over Scott.
Because Derek didn’t come back out of fear or harm. He came back for something much more amazing.
Whiskey drowned lips warm the cold ridges of the gold piece before settling it atop the knuckle of his thumb. He released it like a spring, sending the coin tumbling through the air and directly into the new god’s waiting palm.
❝ – do me a good turn, aye? Take that as a token a’ my appreciation an’ fuck off. ❞