this is for you and i hope you're having a lovely day

its been so long but im still trying to figure out how you could go from “i love you” to “i don’t care about you anymore” in such a short amount of time

we can even touch the stars

Summary: Of fate, names written inside book covers, and the space between fairy tale and reality. A Whisper of the Heart AU.

For the lovely anon who asked me for headcanons for this AU (sorry I went a bit overboard), and for @witchymomo because I love her and hope this helps her spirits lift!

Nico makes the connection for the first time the summer of his senior year, on an afternoon that’s sloppy with the kind of heat that makes breathing a chore.

The name is a simple one. Unassuming. Will Solace, written in the scrawling, fanciful letters of the head librarian. It’s not the kind of name that’s made to be noticed.

Nico notices it anyway.

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♡ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! ♡ (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

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however great the misfortune that I experience at first may be… the good luck that will visit me later is grand enough to make up for all of it! that’s the talent I possess… the reason I’m called the Ultimate Lucky Student. // happy birthday jo ♡

If we were a couple

I would send you sweet texts every morning.
I would show you my favorite movies, series, books and comics.
I would take you on adorable dates where we make new sweet memories together.
I would play with your hair and buy you cute gifts.
I would write you poems that are only for your ears
I would make you puny art.
If we would live together I would come home with random bouquets or take out food from the weirdest restaurants.
Our apartment will be filled with fairy lights and porcelain grandma figurines because they’re adorable.
I will just randomly stare at you and admire your existence.
You’re flawed but that makes you even more lovable.
They make you you.
I love you.
Even though I probably don’t know you yet

With love
Claudina

Criminals of the FAHC’s caliber hardly need tangible christmas presents - when you spend all year taking whatever you want whenever you want it the idea of requesting something then patiently waiting around to see if someone else steals it for you seems utterly laughable. That said, the Fake’s have their own take on Kris Kringle; they all draw a name out of a box, and on Christmas they deliver that person a head.

Not always a literal head mind, they aren’t actually all bloodthirsty enough to want to deal with decapitated parts, and Geoff swears he’s going to kill the next person who leaves corpses around the penthouse, but vengeance on a platter is the name of the game.

It might come in the form of the bank details of a sworn enemy, or the keys to their shiny prize car. It might be the disappearance of a problem or the unwilling reapperace of someone who owed a debt, might be the news that that one annoying gang has been run out of the city or a video presentation of CCTV footage displaying the moment a particularly aggravating detective got his comeuppance. It all depends on who is doing the giving; the more technically inclined go for digital displays, the smooth-talkers cheat and swindle, the bruisers break, maim and murder and Geoff overcompensates.

There are many strengths in the greater FAHC but they are all, to a fault, showboaters of the highest order and the Christmas bonanza is their biggest chance to show off. The Kris Kringle was born as a way to give gifts their crewmates would actually enjoy but over the years it has devolved, like most anything the Fake’s are involved with, into a glorified pissing contest. A talent show as much as an exchange of gifts, everyone competing to come up with the best present of the year, the most impressive undertaking, the most appreciative recipient.

For citizens of Los Santos the period running up to Christmas is basically a hellscape, members of the FAHC running around on a a dozen different completely bizarre missions, serious and driven in a way that comes only with fierce competition. For any enemies of the crew the period running up to Christmas is more or less open season, the possibility of attack as high as it is unpredictable, standard revenge tactics abandoned in favour of elaborate plans and ingenious traps. For the FAHC the period running up to Christmas is the most high stress, hectic, entertaining internal arms race of the year, rife with secrets, subterfuge, red herrings and, invariably, at least one headless corpse.

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Margaret and Mary Tudor, princesses and later Dowager Queens, the daughters of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, the sisters of Henry VIII. Born nearly a decade apart, the two knew little of each other after Margaret departed to Scotland, yet shared the same passionate and self-possessed nature, choosing their own mates to the scandal and scorn of others.

for the lovely @margarettudor

you don’t learn to love her. because learning to love her is like turning her into a routine you get used to, like you’ve been trying and you’ve just now seen parts of her you’ve never noticed before or maybe didn’t pay attention to. like the bad habit you’ve picked up and only just now become aware of the burning cigarette between your fingers, the money you’ve lost, the need for a fix, the jagged edges of your nails. no, it doesn’t work that way.

so, let me tell you what she’s like.

she’s always. not just coming to. not just on her way. you love her by means of night and day. she’s constant. you trace forever on her skin when she sleeps, the expanse giving you a universe that waits for you in it, just under your fingertips, and you want to explore the things that have inherently existed there. beautiful things, you’re sure. and so you don’t teach yourself to look for all the ways you can love her because you just do, like things that begin and end only to begin again— always the sunset, always the sunrise. 

looking for little friends!!

Hiii!! 😄 I don’t really have any little friends, and I need some! I know I have Daddy to talk to about little stuff, but I need little friends too! We can introduce our stuffies to each other and color pictures for one another! And we can talk about little stuff, but when one of us has had a bad day we could talk about big stuffs too!! Oh oh, and and and!!! If we get close (and if you’re comfy with it, of course!) we could even send each other snail mail like penpals 🐌💌 (snails are one of my fav animals btw!… are they animals? Or… insects? I dunno, they’re just sweet, precious friendos!) !!! Like cute lil letters with stickers!!!!!! How exciting does that sound?! And we could Skype if you’re comfy with it and watch little space shows together or color together!! I’m just in sucha happy mood and I wanna make alllll the friends ever!!
Soooo… message me please! Don’t be shy, I promise I’m really friendly and easy-going! And if you aren’t comfy messaging first you could like/reblog/reply to this and that way I’ll know it’s okay for me to message you first!! You could even send me an anonymous ask first with questions to see if you’re comfy enough to message with me, I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfy! 😄
I can’t wait to make friends!!!! 💞