A/N: Okay peeps, this is the prologue of my new series. I loved writing the PT Diaries so much that I decided that I wanted to write a new series. This one is going to be based on Charlotte Reed, Mitch’s best friend (yup, expect a loot of Leafs making appearances). Please, let me know what you think of this!
I’m finally starting to upload my April Patreon rewards, for you to see what you’ve been missing! (Remember: if you want early access to my art and HQ unwatermarked versions for your personal use, please become my patron!)
April Subject: Western Magical Girls.
Category: Something Cute.
Characters: Star Butterfly and Marco Díaz, from Star vs the Forces of Evil! ♥
I really really enjoy the absurd humor of SVTFOE, and I LOVE Marco as much as I love Star! (and I kinda ship them, too… no matter what people says X’D) so here, have not only the Magical Girl I was supposed to draw for my Patrons, but also her lovely teammate!
You know what I was thinking about last night? Remember when Harry released Sign of the Times? We all listened to it together. It was such an amazing moment. For me it was 3am, and I was sitting in the dark with my headphones in and I remember my heart was pounding. Just waiting for Harry’s voice to appear on Nick’s show….I’ve never felt anything like it before. We were all here……..freaking out. April 7th! Oh my god!!! I’m getting emotional typing this, what a good day. What an amazing SONG. Hearing those notes for the first time was….indescribable to be honest. Hearing his voice….pure amazement. Listening to Harry talk about his song and listening to a playlist he put together, listening to him and Nick bicker and laugh the entire time! Being awake all throughout the night and into the morning and all day listening to his interviews and listening to SOTT so many times. God I am so proud of him. I am so…..proud of him. Everything he’s done. I love him so so much.
You miss someone when you start to see her in every place you are going. You go nostalgic over his smell. You wanted to talk to him/her, you wanted to run after even he/she is miles away from you. You miss someone when you feel your bed, and imagine as if that special someone’s beside you. You go crazy over a song, play it as many times as you could; you remember her. You express through writing: A poem, a song, or a prose; you feel inspired. You miss someone when nothing goes on your system except for his/her memories.
I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
If I get the story right, desire is continuous,
equatorial. There is still so much
I want to know: what you believe
can never be removed from us,
what you dreamed on Walnut Street
in the unanswerable dark of your childhood,
learning pleasure on your own.
Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond
for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies.
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.
I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude.
The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries.
Fireflies turn on their electric wills:
an effulgence. Let me come back
whole, let me remember how to touch you
before it is too late.
Hi, I had this fic saved but I cant find it anymore. idk if it was deleted. a one shot. peeta is a doctor. he goes on a conference (I think it was to greece) and katniss has to stay home because of their kids. I remember he gets a haircut because of the hot weather.
Letter from Juice saying goodbye to his old lady before he his killed
I miss his smile *weeps into hands*
I want you to promise me something… Don’t cry. I’m not worth. Not after everything you’ve had to go through because of me. Remember me for the boy you met when he first moved to Charming. Not the one who’s writing you this goodbye. You’ve been through hell and back. I couldn’t ask anything more of you. You’ve always been my rock. Brought me back to the club when I strayed, and even tried to mend everything with Chibs and I. I’m sorry I disappointed you. The club will look out for you. Even though they don’t have my back anymore. Keep an eye on them. Chibs especially. If there’s one thing I regret, it’s disappointing the old man. One day, when he’s ready, tell him I have no hard feelings. I understand his actions. I’ll miss him. Thank you baby. Thank you for everything. I’ll love you until my last breath. Smile. You’ll live a long, and good life. Don’t let my memory shadow it. - Juice
Hey, it’s been a while. Things have changed so much since you left. I wish you could seem them. The valley hasn’t changed too much itself people wise, but some of the scenery is pretty right now. Like the pond we used to sit at late at night. Sometimes I find it hard to remember what your voice sounds like.. I hate that. I’m sorry I didn’t see how bad things were, I should have tried harder. I know you would smile right now and tell me it’s okay, that it isn’t my fault, but we all miss you.
Heh.. you always did lose your Inhaler. I wish you hadn’t that night.
I’m gonna pay my respects this year. Like the lanterns we lit when you first passed away. I know you would think they’re cheesy. It’s comforting though..