the way of the weeping willow

last night i dreamt that my heart and soul were like.. in the form of this huuuge weeping willow tree? or they were.. inside of it? bound to it? something? either way and anyway i was trying my damnedest to kill/harm the tree (knowing what it was) for whatever reason (logically i know the reason, but) e.g. attempting to chop it down, light it on fire, individually pulling off leaves, breaking branches, etc, but the thing would just… not die. leaves kept growing back. daffodils kept popping up around it the harder/more i tried to destroy it. i tried to drown myself in the river beside it and just.. couldn’t? ain’t that just the way

I’m here to share a secret;
I am not who I’ve always been,
The world that lies outstretched before me,
Is not the only one I’ve seen,
I’ve travelled on the tails of comets,
I’ve burned up in the hearts of stars,
I’ve been spat out of supernovas,
That left me scattered near and far,
I have dined in distant galaxies,
And taught the birds to sing,
I’ve danced for a whole lifetime,
Upon Saturn’s dusty rings,
I’ve been here for long enough,
To learn what makes the willow weep,
I’ve sung celestial lullabies,
That sent the moon to sleep,
I’ve been both the flowing water,
And the stone that blocks its way,
I’ve been frozen, I’ve been molten,
And I’ll be again someday,
Though I’ve been a billion things,
This is the first one that can smile,
I’m pieces of the universe,
Living as human for a while.
—  Eric Hanson (via @wizdomly)
Christmas Shadows

Fifth Imagine of the 12 Days of Christmas! Next is Deadshot aka Floyd Lawton.

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

Summary: Christmas is a horrible time for Enoch and nobody knew why until Enoch told the reader why. 

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x (Female)Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1747 words

Published Date: December 18, 2016

Warnings: kissing scene,

Know: (y/n)- Your Name, (f/f)- Favorite Flavor, (h/l)- Hair Length, (h/c)- Hair Color

‘The Sweetest moments of the season are the times we share.’

- Unknown

Masterlist Request


“I don’t know where he went, (y/n). He just sort of disappeared after I tried to give him a present.” Olive told the girl before shrugging, “He’s always liked this around this time of year. I’ve asked him once before, but all he did was blow up in my face. So try not to ask him if you find him.” (y/n) sigh as the girl patted her back before leaving her alone in Enoch’s bedroom. She has been looking for her boyfriend all day long and yet there was no trace of where he could be. Apparently Miss Peregrine knows where he was, but she wouldn’t say. Wanting to find out what is happening with Enoch, she continued her search. 

So she started to look in the places that won’t seem likely of where he’ll go hide. She had already checked the other places that were obvious like; his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, library, dining room, other children’s rooms. The place that seem very unlikely of where he would go would be outside. Quickly, she ran down the stairs and ran out the door excitedly. Her head was so focused on finding Enoch that she didn’t notice the soccer ball flying at her. When she did though, she yelp and fell to the ground on all fours. She looked up to see Hugh and Millard playing soccer and now they both were looking down at her. 

“You okay, (y/n)?” Hugh asked, a few bees flying out of his mouth. She nodded as she stood back up, brushing the grass off her dress before looking around the area. 

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When We Were Young ~ Loki X Reader

(A/N: Hey fellow Tumblr-Users and Others! This smol fanfic comes with a WARNING!!!! It’s a bit sad. That’s all. Otherwise have fun and prosper!)

Originally posted by lulurandomness

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Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move…
Everybody here is watching you
‘Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true
But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

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As you walked towards the prisons cells, with your long black and (f/c) dress swishing with each step, you thought what on Asgard happened to the Man you once knew.
You had know both Loki and Thor since you all were children, your first meeting being when your mother had left you in the care of the Frigga All-Mother. You still remember that day.

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Letters II

for the first chapter- read here

@immobulusmalfoy @philthepegacorn @perksofeatingbacon


It all starts when she first sees him alone. No friends. No enemies. Just him, a sketchbook, and two birds in a nest. Its the loneliness that strikes her, not like lightning, but a match. She doesn’t swoon, or fawn, or even crack a grin. Its a tiny flame of interest permeating in her thoughts. When she sees him shove a first year in the halls, or snicker idly with bad influences, her thoughts will flash to the simple boy on the edge of the forest, humming Chopin and drawing the trees.
Her friends all know she’s taken a liking to him. Specifically, Luna. Her ‘inner eye’ can sense the romance brewing. Or, perhaps, she simply spoke with Theo. Its no lie that Theodore fancies Lovegood. If you look closely, you’ll see them wade in the lake just past midnight.
Its a Friday night when Blaise and Draco finally manage to decode their notes. They trudge into the dormitory, moods covered in molasses. He has a faint smile of relief, knowing the weekend will be no trouble at all, until something odd catches his eye. It isn’t a mess. There isn’t anything. His desk is empty.
A bubbling feeling of lava boils inside his gut, threatening to regurgitate his morning tea all over the new sheets. He spins around, platinum eyes trained onto Theo’s sleeping back.
‘YOU RAT!’ With the strength of a magnet, he hurls Theodore out of his sleep, tossing him onto the messy, boy’s dormitory carpet. ‘Draco, what-’ ‘MY LETTERS, NOTT!’ Blaise looks over, unamused. ‘Look, I-I don’t, I, we-your, Macbeth, he-’
Cool. Calm. Collected.
That’s all he has to be right now. He crouched down, back straight, expression solid. There’s nothing more terrifying than peace before the storm.
‘Theodore-’ He lifts a hand, brushing away the fallen tendril of charcoal. ‘What did you do?’ ‘I was just sitting, doing my work, and then your bird, Macbeth, the Malfoy owl, the one that you trained, that’s been serving your family since your father came to Hogwarts, Macbeth, he just flew in, and then, since I had a rat’s tail, from Potions, the class we’ve been in together since year one, I gave it to him and he really liked it, so then I pet his head, and he was delivering a package, that I might have eaten a bit of, and then I told Macbeth about your letters, and how you’d never get the courage to send them, and then he just flew off.’ Silence. Draco lowered his gaze, collecting his rage, meeting his gaze, leaning in until their noses brushed. ‘That was a bad decision, Nott.’ A gulp added to the tension. ‘By tomorrow morning, Loony won’t even be able to look at you.’ Theo was finally a dead man.
When she hears a rapping at her window, she knows someone is terribly wrong.  Its like an omen at the beginning of a horror film, or the waves pulling back before the tsunami. Hesitantly, she flicks her wand towards the knobs, letting an unknown owl enter the room. It spins its head towards her, giant golden eyes peering into hers’, as if judging whether or not she deserved its message. Apparently she did, since Macbeth left without a hoot or stack of letters. Y/n swallowed an uneasy lump in her throat, her mind arguing with her judgement. Judgement lost.
Her nimble fingers flicked to a letter with the earliest date. The wind blew into her lungs, as she opened the first of a series of stories.

Dearest Y/n,

It seems as though my days are monotonous. Every hour, every minute, and every second I’m swallowed into a world of grey and black. I feel trapped in an earth with no colour or love or meaning. I felt that way, at least. That was until I first saw you. I was out by my thinking tree, completely barren of idea or wonder, when I noticed a young girl weeping. Suddenly, the grey turned into pastel blue, and the black, a willowing taupe. It was muted, but it was colour. I picked up my charcoal and began sketching. My hands were moving all on their own, since I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your hair was wild and your robes were wrinkled. Every bit of you screamed out to me, and I wanted nothing more than to pull you into my arms and sing you to sleep. But fate is not kind. Your tears diminished and your sobs stopped reaching my ears. You left the field and left my sketchbook, a half drawn girl still crying in my pages.

Yours,

Draco L. Malfoy

She couldn’t know what to think. Draco Malfoy. The boy in her potions class. He’s mean, and arrogant, and an artist. He’s a gory film you want to look away from yet won’t find the strength, because your gut is disgusted but your eyes are astonished, and you can’t seem to pull away.
She opens the next letter.

Dearest Y/n,

I won the quidditch game today! Slytherin verses Gryffindor, and I caught the snitch! I couldn’t help but look into the stands to see if you were there, and guess what? I found you! You don’t know how much it meant, seeing you cheer for me. I felt like puking up glitter and sinking into a pool of chocolate syrup. I wanted to fly loop-de-loops and scream until my lungs ached. Instead, I smiled at you, and hoped you’d notice.
I want to take you flying one day. I’d be a bastard, too, and make sure to take deep dives and sharp turns, just to feel your hands clench around me. God, what I would give to feel you hold me. I’d cut off my hand if it meant getting to hold yours for eternity. If I lost my voice, I’d want to tell you I love you just one time before becoming mute for the rest of my days. Yet, the only words I’ve ever said to you were ‘thank you,’ after you passed me a lacewing fly.
I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to speak to you a full sentence, or ever be brave enough to love you, but years from now, when we’re both divorced, I hope to run into you at Diagon Alley, and maybe say three words instead of two.

Truly and Unconditionally Yours,

Draco L. Malfoy

Lowering the letter, her lungs began to contract.
Love- a word more powerful than any spell.
She could hear her heart beating out of her ears as she began tearing the envelopes apart.

Hope

Love

Fear

Sex

School

Dreams

Future

Muse

Words began popping out of the pages, letters of longing and praying and lusting and wanting surrounding her conscious like flies to a meal. As she dissected a half written letter dated on February 14th, an alarming knock shook her out of thought.
‘Y/n? There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s got a wrong to make right.’
She didn’t have to guess who it was.
The second she opened the door, her eyes met an anxious boy, lips red with bight marks and brows furrowed in fear.
‘Y/n.’
‘Draco.’
He can’t help but feel honored that she knows his name. At the same time, its met with paralleled trepidation.
‘Have you-er-gottten, or um, received-’
‘I’ve read your letters.’
It’s a breath of release and a choked gag of horror. She knows. Is it a horrible fate that she realizes his affections, or a blessing in disguise?
‘You have.’ She lifts her gaze to him, digesting his disheveled appearance. He looks like he walked through a hurricane to make it to her door. His hair is a nest from pulling too hard on his locks, and his tie hangs limp after having tightened and loosened far too many times. For a moment, he doesn’t look like Malfoy: the bully, the bad guy, the hopeless, but instead, looks like the boy she watched sketch in the evening, with the gentle soul and kind smile.
‘Go to your tree next Friday at five, after class. I’ll have something waiting for you.’ With a soft click, her door closes, and he’s met with every horrible and remarkable emotion, flooding his ribcage all at once.
He can’t know what to feel. All day, his right leg has been racing, jumping up and down in anticipation for what’s to come. When Trelawney bids the class a happy weekend, he flies out the door, legs tumbling down the castle and towards the forest. He’s surprised to find she isn’t there. No Y/n. No sign of her presence. Instead, as he makes his way to the towering oak, he finds sixty two letters, nailed to the bark. He rips them off, finding each page with different messages. His heart stops as he unfolds the first.

Dear Draco,

I read your first letter today. I could feel my lungs decompress every ounce of air once I realized your deepest desires. I can’t help but feel the same. You’re a magical human being, and the world would be dull without you. It would simply be..monotonous. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to go through your sketchbook sometime. Say, right now?
If you want to draw a girl smiling and kissing a handsome artist, go to the Room of Requirement.
Just wish for me.

Always Yours,

Y/n L/n

A Funny Thing Happened While Walking Through the Arboretum

The weeping willow said
She isn’t really depressed
Like everyone thinks, “Y'know,
I’m just grown this way.
Ever hear of resting sad leaves?”

The elm complained that,
Thanks to a certain horror movie
Franchise, his reputation is
A nightmare, wondering, “Why didn’t
They choose Oak Street instead?”

The oak shouted, “I heard that!
I think they picked perfectly.
Nothing says scary
More than an elm!”

The spruce mumbled,
“The spruce goose
Got loose and was looking
To roost, so I said ‘vamoose!’”
The others sighed,
“We never know what she’s saying.”

The pine moaned, “I wish I knew
Where the spring went.”
When having it pointed out
That it’s still quite spring,
He replied, “Yes, but not forever.
And I miss it already.”

The magnolia cried, “Why, I declare!
All this fussin’ and cussin’
Is leavin’ me blushin’! Is that any
Way to behave around a delicate
Southern belle?!”

The peach tree groused,
“I’m southern too, and even I
Think your sanity is
Gone with the wind!”

The trees were all atwitter,
With a titter here and there
A pitter of senseless prattle,
But one thing they all agree on:
“Keep away, stinkin’ caterpillars!”

Caffeine Challenge #10

Good job everyone! Whoo, another challenge done! You can read mine on the google doc HERE or below! It’s the sequel to the last post here (X)

Don’t forget to tag yours Caffeine Challenge! I’ll be going through them in a bit, reblogging a few, and then adding all of them to the google doc!


The woman never offers Toby her name. She falls silent after his warning and stares across the road at the unnameable thing until the sun begins to set. Finally she shakes herself, flowing into motion like water spilling over the rim of a cup.

“Names have to have power somewhere,” she says and turns around to go into his house.

Toby stares after her for a long moment, unsure. Should he follow? Try to find out more about what exactly the Shelter is? Try to find out who his guest is?

The marigolds begin to whine as the sun goes down, unhappy with the chill, and the ivy running backwards along his fence hiss at him to tend to them, they’re not fussy, but they need time too.

Toby whistles a few, short notes and settles into a soothing hum. The woman can wait. He’s got his chores to finish first.

He weeds the blackberries (they hardly need it) with the last rays of light, humming and whistling as he finds thistle and moss. The marigolds begin to fight with the ice plant again, insisting that the ice plant is too close and not the other way around. The weeping willow at the edge of his property sighs.

It’s near the gate that he finds the death cap.

Toby stops in his tracks, mouth going dry as he stares at the greenish mushroom. He’s not– he’s not that type of witch, he’s not and he didn’t plant the death cap there. No, no, of course he didn’t, the thing is arching towards him, arching through a crack in the gate, but its base is most definitely out there.

But it shouldn’t be out there either.

Toby looks back at the house. The woman has lit the stove judging by the glow, maybe gone and lit the few candles Toby’s bought from town. He can hear her walking around in her heels, clicking on the hardwood floor as she crosses the single room over and over again.

He forces himself to swallow, wetting his tongue and throat. Then, he hunches down and growls, a horrible guttural sound that scares the african violets and makes the ivy shudder.

The death cap withers and dies. The small hole it had been opening in his wards dies with it.

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Wedding Dance2

A/N:  Here’s part two of Wedding Dance.  You can read part one here. Thank you for reading!

He pulls me out of the tent into the balmy summer night. God! I knew it would be such a dance. Why did I say yes? I’m old enough to know that he won’t just dance with me. He will expect more.

Suddenly he stops, turning to me, pulling me to his chest. The music is loud, but muffled.

“Dance with me,” he whispers in the dark, and I look at him. We’re standing in front of the lake. The moon plays with the water, and immerses it in a mysterious silver.

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Masterlist

Over the years, I’ve been writing tons of different things and genres, all Jongkey related, but I thought why not compile them all ^^

!! - my personal favorites

^ - rated R/NC-17

Completed and Chaptered

Take A Bite - one of my first ever fics, I was so naive lol

!! Cute Glasses, Hide a bowshaped smirk - first part of two part series

Romantic Reflections -second part to CGHBSS

!! Butterfly Prince - I’m so proud of this one right here

Oneshots/short series

Latte 

Crowning the Sun

^ Crazy in Love 

!! Touches Like Sand - beach house escapades

^ Torn in all the right ways - honestly, this is a crack fic lol

Untold - angst warning

!! Burgundy Hue - photographer Jjong and model Kibum

^ Weeping Willow

^ Cotton Candy Man - idk what I was thinking while writing this…

The Lamborghini

!! COLORS

^ Lets Dance, my nighttime secret 

^ Dizzying Wounds

 Morning glory 

!! Tell Me Your Worries

SPEAK - an onho oneshot

^ Around the Milkyway and Back

^ Club Sexuality

!! I Don’t Do Valentines 

^ Bloodied Tux 

!! ^ DIVINITY 

We Unexpectedly Got married

New/Still Being updated

!! ^ The Playboy 

The Angel’s Groom

!! Don’t Fall for the money

Catching Balloons

This list was actually a lot longer than I thought it’d be (and I excluded the fics that are currently on hiatus)

Thank you all for the support of these fics as well as my writing!

Surprise!!!!  See, I haven’t forgotten about this fic.  And somehow, I gained some inspiration to write it again.  So just in case you have forgotten about it yourself, Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here.

 

The Weeping Willow – Part 3

She rests her head against the chair, smiling to herself as she hears the chatter and laughs of her best friend on the phone in the kitchen.  She loves days like these.  Days where she is able to step away from her celebrity life and embrace the normalcy she so often craves.  At least to the extent that she can.

She’s found herself craving it more and more these days.  Finding that for each day she is in the studio she prefers two at home. Sometimes she worries she’s become complacent with her career but she knows that’s not the case.  It’s just a balance that she longs for.  Her career is established.  Her life, not so much.  Or at least parts of it not so much.  The past few weeks have extensively shown her that.

She rolls her head to the side to look out the window.  It’s snowing. Not that that’s a surprise.  It is winter in New York and snow is commonplace. But for some reason, watching the flakes of glitter sparkle down over the past few days has produced an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Perhaps because she has told herself a year ago that she’d always spend winters in Los Angeles.  Likely because she’s been unable to get the picture of Diana Hiddleston’s home out of her mind since she painted it three weeks ago.   And that memory just leads to another, this one with Tom, sitting in his car as she raves about how she can’t wait to see Suffolk, to see that home, as it’s blanketed in snow in the winter.  The Hallmark movie she so desperately wanted to see that she will no longer have the chance to.

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anonymous asked:

i tried scoring nathan and yuzuru's freeskates again and had hanyu at 202 and nathan at 191. i'm surprised myself at how big the margin of victory i had. hanyu had mostly same GOE but lower PCS and nathan had way lower both, some of nathan's elements were really sloppy like quad toes, spins, axels, but didn't get low execution marks. fan cams show the difference in speed and skating skills and ice coverage. but i think there's american bias in twitter/tumblr/social media..have you tried scoring?

I guess your way of judging may be quite similar to my own. My scoring for FP would have been just below 190 for Nathan and 202+ for Yuzu (explanation for the great part of my GOE and PCS can be found in previous posts):

Same for you, the difference on GOE is huge, even more than the difference on PCS.


As for American bias, I guess it’s unavoidable, sadly. Many people think that FS needs american markets to survive and the way through the market is creating buzz.

Personally, I couldn’t care less about it. A sport is strong if it can stay up on its own, without bending like a weeping willow to external factors.

anonymous asked:

can i please have a crack-shippy fic where everybody is in love with the wrong people.

OMG. OMG. THIS PERSON. THIS PERSON GETS IT. Fuck yes you may have your fic and all my money besides


Lumiere’s legs ache, but it’s a fantastic ache—the ache of being out in summer, hiking through the woods, air on his face when for just a second there he thought he’d never have a face again. He breathes, deeply, almost too deeply—and oh, his muscles hurt.

“You might have thought not to wear heels,” teases Plumette, gently, just behind him.

Cherie, you yourself are wearing heels,” says Lumiere. She laughs and raises her skirts so he can see them. Truly scandalous! And oh so pretty. Their laughter can be heard through the forest as he chases her off the path.

Behind them by a few yards, Cogsworth sighs and raises his eyes to the heavens. Lovers in summer, eh? He cannot remember ever having been this way himself: annoying, grasping for physical attention, all flirt and kiss and nonsense, utter nonsense. He groans and puffs and leans against a tree.

“They all do it, Mr. Cogsworth,” says Mrs. Potts, walking just behind him. “Let them have their fun. Summer was made for lovers such as them.”

“And normal people such as us?” says Cogsworth. “What of us? You have Mr. Potts, I have…..hmph, I have Clothilde. Summer should belong to us, too.”

Mrs. Potts smiles. Far down the path—lagging far behind the older members of the party—Cadenza and Garderobe cling to each other, arm in arm, taking their time and hiking only in between the kisses and hugs. Cogsworth groans again and keeps on walking.

Mon ami! Cogsworth! Down here!”

The party follow the sound of Lumiere’s voice, off the beaten trail and down into a hollow. Cogsworth waves as he sees his friend and Plumette practically dancing in front of a fallen tree.

“Don’t you see?” yells Plumette. “It’s a tree-house! Someone has made a home beneath the tree!”

It’s true: the upturned roots of the tree form the roof of a home, a charming one strewed with blankets and baskets of herbs. Just outside the shelter stands a cauldron, bubbling over flame; this last intrigues Lumiere very much, who stands over it with a spoon.

“You must come try this at once,” he insists. “Marjoram! I haven’t tasted it in years. Ooh, and something else as well—” He sips from the cauldron and concentrates. Plumette, beside him, laughs and eats as well.

“Lumiere! We are trespassing, we cannot just help ourselves to someone’s dinner—”

“Relax, mon ami,” and Lumiere cuts Cogsworth off by forcing a spoonful to his lips. “When our enchanting host returns, we will share our picnic with him. The master will be along with it shortly, no? Cadenza—you are a man of taste—taste marjoram and see what you think.”

While the musicians smile and sup, Mrs. Potts feels an ache deep within her. This is no muscle spasm—though she certainly had enough of those while hiking this deep into the woods—no, this is unease. She looks into the hovel of the tree, and sees roses pinned against the roots, and an owl perched upon a chair; magic, she thinks, magic, and her stomach turns over.

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Your mother bought us a gardenia bush
When we moved into our place on
Arn Ward, and I planted a weeping willow.

I didn’t know that was prophetic.

There was wisteria, tiny and brave, a new
Soldier in the battle to make life better,
To make a stranger my home.

I suppose the fist fight when we moved in
Should have been the loudest warning bell,
A wedge driven between everything I knew
And everything I didn’t want to be; but the

Cold steel of a .22 felt like the end,
Felt like peace, felt like the only way.
Every nightmare still whispers your name,
Some poison doesn’t kill you all at once.

The Signs as Feelings
  • Aries: A sundress with nothing underneath; lying on a trampoline at nighttime; being dragged into an adventure; the way your stomach feels like it's falling faster than the rest of you; a brand new backpack; a balcony view.
  • Taurus: Someone you love tying your shoes for you; when someone points out something about you that nobody has ever noticed before; the perfect shade of lipstick; snorkeling in shallow water, following the fishes; a high school party.
  • Gemini: When everybody laughs with you; seeing a "sign"; a handful of smooth rocks from the bottom of a river; holding hands in a platonic way; feeling awestruck and terrified by the idea of a world beyond this one; cutting fresh fruit.
  • Cancer: A light sunburn; the comforting voice of your mother; a black-sand beach; a weeping willow tree; bare feet in Bermuda grass; tiny fish nibbling on your toes; fireworks on the fourth of July.
  • Leo: Intense, secret eye contact; "accidental" touches; a long-awaited reunion; the sleek, shiny atmosphere of a fashion show; exceeded expectations; the sunset after the storm; the perfect candid picture.
  • Virgo: A hotel room with a skyline view; a shy, solemn first touch; shopping for new school supplies; the soles of your feet in warm sand; the way it feels to wear bright colors; the "new book" smell.
  • Libra: An airplane ride; a shooting star; painting stray objects with nail polish; the moment the lights go down before a concert begins; the way your confidence grows when you read; being together.
  • Scorpio: Walking on an empty golf course at night; when your feet touch the colder water in the deep parts of a lake; squinting at the moon until you can make out its craters; being swept off of your feet during a hug.
  • Sagittarius: The electric atmosphere of a dark movie theatre; packing a suitcase; shaking out a pillowcase or a new garbage bag, feeling it fill with air; driving on an empty highway at nighttime, windows down.
  • Capricorn: Yawning in the shower; a brand new, leather-bound journal; the mystic, blue light of an aquarium; a package on your doorstep; spending time alone by choice; receiving a reward that you know you've earned.
  • Aquarius: Stealing alcohol from your parents; sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to take a walk; talking about ghosts; the smell of makeup wipes; unrequited adoration; the sound of Stevie Nicks' voice.
  • Pisces: A hug when you really need one; warm rain in the summertime; espadrille sandals; an accidental nap; crowd-surfing; the first time wearing a brand new pair of shoes, anticipating the compliments.
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First off, let’s start by introducing yourself, give us a short bio of your life, what things you like, dislike, what you look for in a partner…that sorta thing!

PILLY: Okay, well… My name is Pilly Weeping Willow! I originate from Linmeadow and my family still lives there. I come from a big family, which is also something I’m really proud of! Family means everything to me, so prepare yourselves for frequent trips to my parents! I have two moms, Parakeet and Paloma, a big brother and sister, Loden and Bloom, a twin brother Jilly and a younger sister Oxolotl. Bloom and Oxolotl were adopted, which definitely shaped our family in a good way! I have a dream to adopt a little nooboo myself in the future, so my dream partner would have to be on the same page with me about adoption. 

As for as things I like and dislike, I want my partner to have fun in life, and enjoy it with me! To be more specific, I would like my partner to be passionate about one thing. Someone who’s passionate is one of my biggest attractions. As you might know, I’m a politician in-the-making and am thoroughly focused on my job. When I reach the level I want to reach in my job, I want to start raising a family of my own, so I most definitely would like my partner to be family oriented as well! And…I think that’s about it!

Awesome, great job! We’ll post the official guidelines about how to enter after this shot, so the people can apply if they like what they’ve seen! ;)

Cosmic Gardens

♈ ARIES //  A desert gem. Massive succulents and cacti vibrate like heat waves. Large leaves of aloe provide shade over twisted, dusty paths, while rare desert flowers soak under the harsh red sun. Sand swirls in zen patterned murals throughout the garden. Rusted rocks, and sunbathing lizards that chirp like birds. The air smells spicy yet sweet. It is dry and thriving.

♉ TAURUS //  Ancient roots weave together to form a wooden gate. It leads to a narrow cobblestone pathway. Shady and warm, the breeze sounds like contented sighs. The flowers here are pink and big – bigger as you, their open petals as you pass by. Tiny fairies dart to-and-fro, trailing a sparkling pollen with them. You feel drowsy and lie down in a spongy patch of earth to the side of the path. You sink into the moss and look up at the clouds.

♊ GEMINI //  The sky is the most vibrant blue you’ve ever seen. Clumsy bumblebees bounce off petals, each flower making a different sound; some silly, some soft. Just like laughter. The garden is unorganized; grass full of clover, dappled with daisies and yellow tulips and buttercups. You pluck dandelions, bring them to your lips and blow – seeds become bubbles that never pop. They just drift endless through the field like clouds in the blue.

♋ CANCER //  A quaint garden that flourishes under the full moon. The flora is lush and dark and cottony, illuminated by softly glowing white flowers that only bloom at night. There are no paths – only small streams full of pearl and moonstone pebbles, with little waterfalls that trickle into reflective, silver pools. Chamomile and vanilla linger. It feels familiar and sleepy. Fireflies float around, and twinkle like suspended stars.

♌ LEO //  A golden gate surrounds an opulent oasis, bathed eternally in golden evening lights. Sunflowers tower overhead, marigolds greet your feet. Petals transform into black butterflies with velveteen wings that graze your skin and leave traces of exotic perfume. A refracting mosaic path pieced of mirror shards and colored glass cause the entire landscape to glitter blindingly. It is warm and radiant and there is song in the air.

♍ VIRGO //  Simple and soothing. A prim and proper garden enclosed by a white picket fence. Wisteria stretches up trellises and across pergolas, drooping down just enough to tickle your cheeks. Origami hummingbirds dart from flower to flower, lavender to dahlia to pansy. Hanging wicker chairs for resting and reading in. Shady and quiet; smelling of calming English tea leaves and clean linen.

♎ LIBRA //  A dainty, silver-spun gate that’s always open. Everything is shades of red, lush to the point of overgrowth. A labyrinth with rows and rows of roses, all bathed in dewdrops – every petal sparkling in the morning sun. The smells of honeysuckle and orange blossom tickle your nose. Songbirds with glass wings whistle symphonies, and perch atop beautifully crafted statues. It is light and lovely in every way.

♏ SCORPIO //  A marshy garden, cattails and little white bell flowers. The faint sound of constant, gentle rain. Floating stones carry you across deep, pond-like puddles. Benevolent spirits drift up from old stone wishing wells and hide among the thick, rolling fog. You wave at them. Beneath a weeping willow is a place just for you to sit, surrounded by pale pink peonies and smooth quartz crystals. Magical, and lonely.

♐ SAGITTARIUS //  A tremendous grove full of what is usually small. Blades of grass as tall as trees, a canopy of tangled roots above cast shadows in filtered sunlight. Giant opal boulders and mossy pathways. The heavy scent of soil, rosemary and other herbs permeate the air. Mushrooms of all shapes, sizes and colors grow like wildflowers. A living adventure, with something bigger than you around every corner.

♑ CAPRICORN //  A garden that would be envied by Greek Gods. Composed and elegant, pristine rows of emerald hedges. Ivy wraps around ornate stone pillars like an ancient lace. Marble fountains overflow with rich, red wine. Large, decorative vases spill over with white roses, and tresses of violet flowers hang down from arched pergolas. It sounds of harps and silence.

♒ AQUARIUS //  An abandoned glass green house with translucent windows. It appears old and vacant from the outside but inside – everything is luminous. Neon dragonflies zip around in slow motion, strange flowers vibrate and release tiny glowing orbs of pollen that hang in the air. In every direction you can see only a night sky – as if you were walking through the Milky Way.

♓ PISCES //  A tranquil lagoon, comprised up of interconnected pools, and blooming with enormous aquatic flora – impossibly large lilies and lotus. The calm waters are the deepest shade of aquamarine, and you float idly through aboard a large lily pad. A pink lotus unfurls with a soft sigh under your touch. Crystalline reeds echo hollow tunes, and massive orange koi fish drift slowly just beneath the surface. It is peaceful.

Theo Raeken (Prompts 8, 13, 24, & 36)

8-“make me!" 

To say you were surprised to see Theo was an understatement. It had been practically ten years since you last saw him and he still managed to make your blood boil. It took less than a second for his eyes to meet yours as he shot you a cock smirk, already making his way to the empty desk beside you.

 'So much for solitude!’ You mentally groaned burying your face in your hands. You let out a huffy breathe knowing each second that passed would bring him closer to your desk, when suddenly you had an idea. ‘Two can play at this game.’ Quickly you grabbed your bag and threw it across his chair, propping your feet on the empty desk beside and shooting a smirk in Theo’s direction. You knew he noticed by the challenging glare he was shooting you, sending a rush of confidence through you. Smiling slyly you thought back to how this whole feud had begun, long ago when he decided to tease you about your pigtails and you, in return, decided the proper response to such an event would be to punch him in the face. Unfortunately the schools administrator did not agree with your methods and you had been suspended for a few days. Looking back it seemed quite childish but, hey, you were infact a child back then! 

 "Its been too long baby doll.. Mind moving your things?” He approached, flashing the most charming smile. 

 "I actually would mind,“ you stated matter of factly before adding sweetly, "thanks for asking." 

 He looked at you a bemused twinkle in his eyes, "Now, princess, Im not here to start a fight I just need a seat and as you can see, all the other ones are taken. Can you move your things,” He stepped closer leaning over your desk so that your faces were mere inches apart, “please?" 

 Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you contemplated your options, you could always push him away and try to convince someone else to trade seats with him, or… 

 ”Make me“ you replied, your voice low and sultry, as you watched his cheeks flush and his body shoot back. He starred at you somewhat shocked and quite embarrassed by his reaction to your offer. You had caught him off guard. 

 "Mr. Raeken?! Mrs. (Y/L/N)?! Is there a problem?!” The teacher called from the front of the room. 

 "Uh uh..“ You panicked starring wide eyed at the teacher. You could smart off to other students all you wanted but you were deathly afraid of teachers, especially this one. You wanted to make a good impression and now you weren’t. Your eyes met Theo’s, the look on your face made him chuckle as he turned to the teacher, 

 "No sir I was just sitting down!” Theo smirked down at you. You sighed as you were forced to move your bag. Your previous anxiety replaced with the sinking feeling of defeat 

 "Teachers, always ruining all the fun.“ you mumbled as Theo laughed beside you. 

 "Don’t laugh! I nearly had you beat!” You whined quietly. 

 "Maybe next time babydoll!“ He winked before turning to the board. 


13-"Wanna bet?" 

You and the pack had decided to spend your Friday night at the new Pizza place down the street. It was quite a small facility located in the most vacant shopping plaza in beacon hills, which was notoriously labelled the place "all shops go to die”. In all the years you had lived in Beacon Hills not one successful shop ever sprouted in the Beta Woods Shopping Plaza. For example, there was the old gym whose equipment was so ancient and worn it was mostly held together by duct tape, the book store who hosted more termites than books, and of course Lady Marie’s psychic shop which was infamous for its false readings and cheap crystals. 

 Despite the shady location you all found the lack of people and the cool atmosphere to be quite refreshing. Plus, the opening sale promised a “pizza buffet” which would serve unlimited pizza for only 7 bucks a person. How could you possibly resist? 

 "I am so ready for this unlimited pizza you dont even know!“ Liam grinned rubbing his hands together before loading his plate with 6 slices of pizza.

 "Me too!” Theo remarked as he too filled his plate with so many pieces of pizza you didn’t understand how his plate wasnt shattered. Of course not close behind was Stiles and Scott who were practically drooling over the cheap food.

 You could hardly contain your smile as you heard Malia from the other side of the buffet table cry out, “Ive been waiting for this forever!" 

 When you looked over at her she was holding two very large plates of pizza already shoveling a slice into her mouth as she made her way to a table. You and Lydia looked at one another laughing admiringly at Malia. She sure was something else.

 2 hours later everyone had finished eating, except for Theo, who was still going strong after his 10th pizza. 'Man does this kid ever stop?' 

 "How can you even see straight after all those pizzas?!” You gawked as he scarfed down another slice.

 "Werewolf, remember?“ He smirked as his eyes briefly shone bright yellow, revealing his inner-wolf, to prove his point. 

 "Theo!” Scott warned. “This place may be somewhat vacant but we are still in public!" 

 You laughed as Theo just shrugged before announcing he was done with his food. 

 "Finally!” Stiles whined as you jumped out of your seats and made your way towards the exit. The pack said their goodbyes as you reached the parking lot; Stiles, Scott, Liam, and Malia squishing into Stiles Jeep as you and Theo headed towards his car. 

 You slide into the passenger seat as you heard Theo throwing himself into the drivers seat in exhaustion. “Im full” Theo groaned suddenly as you laughed at his stupidity. 

 "Maybe if you hadn’t eaten so much you wouldn’t be so full!“ He scowled over at you as your eyes gleamed in amusement. 

"Well maybe if you weren’t so beautiful I’d be able to think straight enough to serve up a good comeback!" 

 You gasped in shock before covering it with a forced chuckle, "haha thats funny Im not beautiful!" 

 Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as you watched him his body shifting closer your own before he whispered, ”wanna bet?“ Before slowly pressing his lips to yours. 


 24-"draw me like one of your french boys" 

 It was no secret to anyone in Beacon Hills that you were an artist, and a good one no less. You could always be found crouching over your sketch book your hands dancing over the page before you, like a fast waltz perfectly capturing the world around you. Your hands were always covered in ashy grey powder from your pencils and small eraser shavings tucked into unusual slots in your clothing.

 In fact you were such a talented artist that a couple months ago a famous painter, Antoine Papel, had invited you to Paris to study with him. He had taught you many incredible tricks and forms, and you in turn -he said- inspired him and his artwork. "Young artists always make me feel so young again. They rekindle my love for the craft; theres nothing like watching young eyes grow wide with knowledge.” He had said. While you had been there you had drawn many french models, one of Antoine’s biggest beliefs was that nothing was more fluid for an artist than the human body, and nothing more beautiful either. And so as it goes many of the students around campus liked to joke that you had just gone away to draw a bunch of hot french guys. Not that you minded because it was partially true; you did get to draw a lot of hot guys who were in fact french. 

 Today was a particularly beautiful day as you sat outside sketching the giddy young couple having a picnic under a large weeping willow tree. You liked the way the sun poured down upon the girls golden curls and captured the fond look in his eyes as he reached for her hand. Perhaps it was quite cliche but in that moment it seemed like the sweetest gesture ever known to man kind. It had been an hour or so since the couple had left and you were still busily sketching away when you heard a low voice whisper in your ears, “Thats pretty good Y/N, is that supposed to be me and you?!” You could just hear the familiar smirk in his all too familiar voice. 

 "No Theo thats actually a couple that was here earlier.“ You huffed not even looking at him in between your gentle strokes. You hadn’t come this far drawing the picture just to mess up the detailing of her nose!

 "Aww why dont you ever draw me?” He whined pouting at you, only to realize you still hadn’t bothered to look up. Suddenly he sprawled across the table gently pulling the sketch book from your hand and posing as he whispered huskily, “draw me like one of your french boys


 36-"cocky are we?" 

"Look its nothing personal babe, its just.. I don’t see you that way.. You are my best friend Theo and have been for years, it would be weird to ever think of you romantically, ya know?!” You stated with a shrug, looking over at your best friend of 12 years. 

Theo had just confessed to liking you and wanting to go on a date and you hadn’t known what to say. Sure he’s hot, but he’s also your best friend! If your relationship fails then you lose it all! 

 He was silent for a moment before he looked at you with a smirk, his confidence still not feigning, “So does that mean you doubt I can make you fall for me or that you aren’t willing to give me the chance?" 

 You laughed completely dumbfounded by his confidence and question, "why does it matter?" 

 "Are you willing to at least give me the chance to prove myself to you?" 

 "What do you have in mind?” You giggled batting your eyes at him, genuinely starting to change your mind about the whole “not dating your best friend”. He had always been there for you and was really everything you always complain about wanting in a boy. 

 "One night is all I need to make you fall in love with me.“ 

 ”Cocky are we?“ 

 "Confident.” He corrected, “So is that a yes?”

 "Pick me up Saturday at 5, I will dress nice so heaven forbid don’t take me to see some stupid chick flick in hopes of getting some because I will smack you.“  

"Wouldn’t dream of it princess!”