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Me: can you order me a grande caramel Frappuccino?
@bestboygav: a garamel crappuccino?
Me & @bestboygav : .... close enough.
#ooc#im pissing#they didnt meant EITHER of those errors thats just what came out#garamel crappuccino
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Hi Liv,
Do you have any recs for outsider point of view? I read a recent one (from Astoria pov) which was really great (i can’t remember the name but it was from wireless fest, I think). And I absolutely love « Invisible » by Phoenixstrike. It’s short, angsty and a bit heartbreaking for Ginny but it’s a great fic.
Do you have any other fics you would recommend along those lines?
Thanks for all your work ! You are amazing.
Hi there! I think the Astoria fic you’ve read is the one by Sleepstxtic below - I don’t really read infidelity but have heard amazing things about this one so I decided to include other fics with this tag that I haven’t checked but might work for you. I don’t read outsider POV very often to be honest, but I hope you’ll enjoy these!
Aftermath of an Accidental Bond by @the-starryknight (2021, T, 1k)
When you took the Mungo's third shift, you knew there would be weird shit. You just didn't expect to find the most recognizable face in the Wizarding world shoved into a hospital cot beside Draco Malfoy.
Let it Come to Them by thestarryknight (2021, T, 1k)
From her position at her loom, Narcissa caught her son's lover slipping in through Draco's bedroom window.
I Don't Give a Crappuccino by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2018, T, 2.5k)
Ron already had a lot on his plate, what with working for Snape and all. He didn't need Harry and Malfoy making it worse. They really were the worst sort of customers. Of course, Pansy said it was love, but he wasn't sold on the idea. He just wanted to sell overpriced coffee, get through his shift alive, and avoid Pansy's matchmaking schemes.
Working With Them by Lomonaaeren (2013, T, 3.2k)
The newest Auror in the Socrates Corps, Isla Rudie, watches Aurors Malfoy and Potter at work and—well, at work.
Get a Room by @lqtraintracks (2015, M, 4k)
Harry and Draco have been seeing each other for six months now, and they really can't keep their hands off one another, especially when they get a little drunk.
so lie to me tonight by @bonesliketambourines (2021, T, 5.2k)
Ginny thought it would be different, after.
Florean Fortescue The Third by @queenofthyme (2018, T, 5.3k)
Florean Forestcue The Third or "GET IT FORTESCUE BOY" follows the story of the grandson of Florean Fortescue and his attempts to run his ice cream parlour in peace. When new regulars, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, begin to shamelessly flirt with him, Florean the third uses his grandfather's famous flavours and his own quick powers of deduction to stop both customers bothering him once and for all.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic-drarry (2022, T, 5.7k)
Astoria watches her husband fall in love with Harry Potter.
Need to Know by Saras_Girl (2013, T, 6k)
Some are born to matchmake, others have matchmaking thrust upon them, and all of this is Neville's fault, anyway.
Doer of Good Deeds by Lomonaaeren (2013, T, 6.2k)
Ron certainly knows how to recognize obsession when he sees it, thanks to feeling some of the same with Hermione. And he would rather that Harry's obsession with Draco Malfoy end sooner rather than later. Otherwise, Ron's afraid that he’s going to spend the rest of his life hearing about how ugly all of Malfoy's girlfriends are.
Maelstrom, the water told me by @onbeinganangel (2021, E, 11k)
Maelstrom (noun, /ˈmeɪl.strɒm/, from the Dutch maalstroom): 1. a large powerful whirlpool; 2. a turbulent tidal current; 3. an agitated and/or confusing situation or state of mind; 4. a magical core disturbance occurring on an adult, not directly caused by trauma
On the Couch by Frayach (2014, E, 26k)
It’s a Mind Healer’s worse nightmare to lose a patient to suicide, but Mind Healer Nick Nichols can attest to the fact that a murder/suicide is even worse. If only Dr. Freud had come up with a sure cure for love.
Normal is the Watchword by lamerezouille (2012, G, 30k)
This story is about love and family and yes, maybe it’s not supposed to be about Jamie exactly, but Draco and Harry are very stubborn and Jamie’s just a kid, you can’t expect him to completely extract himself from a story he’s actually living, right?
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Benson says - No you may not have a drink of his mocha locha bullshit frappe crappuccino
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Help I'm trapped in a time loop that can only be broken when the barista gets my order right but every time I misspeak and say “crappuccino”
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Dear paige: WILLY WONKA
CRAPPUCCINO WITH LOREM IPSUM IN THE BACKGROUND.
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Things I've said while playing fnaf sister location
Crappuccino!
LISTEN TO THE RABBIT AND GO BACK TO SLEEP!
(Sung to the tune of muffin man) Gaslighting the murder bear, murder bear, murder bear Gaslighting the murder bear so he won't murder me.
MOTHER FUCK YOU!
Screw you twinkle toes.
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Goddammit Starbucks, barely 10 days into November and "no, we don't have anymore pumpkin spice flavored stuff. Wanna try some of our white chocolate caramel macchiato Christmas boss bitch babe and candy cane crappuccino with a shot of espresso gatekeep and gaslight?" NO I WANNA TRY THAT PUMPKIN SPICE WHITE GIRL BULLSHIT
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This morning happy face in #Southwold #cRappuccinos #teabreak #cake #blackforestgateau #chocchip #cakecakecake (at Southwold) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9blFJ6DivE/?igshid=11n1l8n07nna3
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“nvm this bitch dumb too” LUMI WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE THE FUNNIEST PERSON IN THIS FANDOM LMAOO god both mc and mammon are so incredibly dumb i hope this drags on for a painful amount of time because they’re both just too stupid to take a hint
JSJSKSBSJS OMG IM FUNNY?! I AM LIKE THE LEAST FUNNIEST PERSON HERE BUT THANK CHU 🥺 AND YES MC AND MAMMON DYNAMIC IS BIG DUM DUM ENERGY AND I PLAN TO DRAG IT OUT A BIT MORE, tho I only have 3 updates left and we'll be done this SMAU, we're finally almost done this baby, I have some 2 more smau plans ✨
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as much as I loved my job at Starbucks, I Sure Am Glad that I quit before those unicorn hell beverages were a thing
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Me and @bestboygav at Starbucks again this morning.
Alex: can I get a mokey cookie -- uh, mocha cookie crumble --
Me: literally wheezing in the passenger seat.
Alex: go ahead, another one for Tumblr just like garamel crappuccino.
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Former California deputies accused of ordering inmates to fling feces and urine ‘crappuccinos’ at each other
Former California deputies accused of ordering inmates to fling feces and urine ‘crappuccinos’ at each other
By Greg Norman | Fox News
Two former California sheriff’s deputies are now facing multiple felony charges for allegedly ordering inmates at a jail they once worked at to spray “crappuccinos” – consisting of feces and urine – at people they didn’t like.
Justin Linn, 25, of Tracy, and Erik McDermott, 28, of Concord, were ordered by a judge on Monday to stand trial for the incidents said to have…
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#biker magazines#Biker News#biker news magazine#biker news websites#Former California deputies accused of ordering inmates to fling feces and urine ‘crappuccinos’ at each other#insane throttle#insane throttle biker news#motorcycles#police corruption#police discrimination#police officer arrested#police officer charged#police profiling
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Appreciation post
Dear @xx-thedarklord-xx,
I’ve been thinking a lot about some of your stories and I noticed that I never told you how much I admire you. I love every single fanfic of yours, and I’ve read most of them. They are so well-written, creative, and beautiful. That’s why you are my second favorite writer! (the first one is Rainbow Rowell, I’m forever grateful for Carry On).
You deserve a recommendation post all for yourself, so here’s a pick of my favorite ones (but I really recommend all of them):
1. Dear Cousin, Love Regulus
“As the sole Malfoy heir, Draco understood that his path was set long before his birth; who to be, how to act and what his choices should be. What he had not counted on was the power of outside influences. Letters from his deceased cousin caused him to realize that he did have choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.”
Regulus changes Draco’s life through letters and this got me so emotional I couldn’t even review it yet. It’s beautiful and illustrated by @celilasart.
2. We’re already married
“"Our whole lives we have always told people that we were married. I knew that it wasn't exactly normal, but it was always something that filled me with so much affection for you. I have loved you for so long. Longer than I ever realized." Harry took a deep breath as he looked into shining silver eyes.
Or... Three-year-old Harry asks little Draco to marry him and they insist to anyone who will listen that they are indeed already married.”
Tooth-Rotting Fluff + Kid fic, do I need to say anything else?
3. I do what I want (Part of the I do series)
“They say you shouldn't touch what isn't yours... Too bad no one told Harry that. A simple mistake that Harry made in his first year at Hogwarts is coming back to bite him in the arse. The war is over but the threat to his life is just beginning.
This story begins with a simple apology that changes Harry’s life. It starts a domino effect that leads to unbelievable connections, undying love, unique past lives, unknown villains and an unstoppable family. Follow Harry and his friends on an epic adventure filled with twists, bumps, comfort, enemies, a new life and a lot of love.”
This was the longest story I’ve read in my life and I would totally read it again and again. There are family feels, amazing pairings, the purest love and a lot of adventures and twists. It’s a wonderful journey!
Honorable mentions:
- As time passes
- Saving the pieces
- Virginity is a gift, use it well
- I gift to you
- Operation: S.M.W.L.N.T.E.T.H.S.P
- I Don't Give a Crappuccino
And the list goes on. Thank you so much for sharing your works with us!
#fic rec#drarry fic#drarry recs#fanfic writers#fanfic writers deserve the world#you make life better#favorite fics#much appreciated#regulus black#fluff#angst
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Flower Files, Part 3 (Rajalaskam, Witney) - Albatross
AN: The third installment of Flower Files featuring Rajalaskam and Witney
Chapter 5 - Rajalaskam
Step. Step. Squish.
Perfect, Willam thought to herself, Just. Fucking. Perfect.
Even before looking down, Willam knew exactly what had just happened. She had just stepped into a very mushy, very rancid pumpkin. She could feel the gooey, decomposing rind brushing against her bare toes. Gross!
“Ugh,” she groaned out in disgust as she pulled out her foot from the mess. It was all over her beautiful heels!
“What happened?” came the distracted reply from Alaska, squatting down just a few feet away and examining yet another pumpkin.
It was her fault Willam was in this mess. Alaska had wanted to pick out pumpkins for the autumn display outside their house. Some would be carved, others merely decorative, but she needed at least one other person to help her carry them, she explained to her girlfriends earlier that week. Raja was quick to point out that she had to work that Saturday morning. It was very calm, very mild the way she said it but that slight curling of her lips, as well as the teasing glint in her eyes as she turned Willam’s way, let her know she was anything but sorry to miss this little adventure. So all that was left was Willam, who made sure never to work on weekends, especially in the early morning.
Goddamn it.
She tried to talk Alaska out of it, offering to buy her “one of those pumpkin spice crappuccinos or whatever” instead but Alaska was not having it.
“As tempting as that sounds,” she noted with a hint of sarcasm, “No.”
Willam had sighed, loudly and expressively. She knew she wasn’t going to win this; in the end she’d always end up giving into Alaska, but that didn’t mean she’d go down without a fight. Smiling back at her girlfriend, Alaska tried to entice her with, “C’mon, it’ll be fun. Don’t you remember picking out pumpkins when you were a kid?”
“No.”
“It won’t even take that long, promise.”
“Bullshit.”
The back and forth went on for another five minutes but as expected, Willam eventually gave in. At least, she consoled herself, it’ll just be a quick trip to the supermarket. Alaska can pick out the pumpkins while Willam stays in the nice, warm car and then she’ll help carry them after Alaska has found her favorites. Should be done in 30 minutes. 45, tops.
Or so Willam thought.
What Alaska neglected to mention was that she intended to pick out her pumpkins directly from the patch…and that of course meant walking up and down the endless rows examining Every. Fucking. Pumpkin.
All while Willam pulled the heavy cart behind her. In heels, no less!
She had rounded on her girlfriend with an intense glare the moment they pulled into the lot and Willam realized what was going on. Of course Alaska would want to do it the old fashioned way but why for God’s sake did she have to pull Willam into this utter ridiculousness?
“Jesus Christ,” she complained, “I’m in heels for fuck’s sake!”
“You’re always in heels,” Alaska pointed out sedately as she exited the car, “And I told you to wear comfortable shoes.”
“These are comfortable!” Willam argued, following after her, “On solid ground. Not this disgusting mess…And is that fucking manure over there?”
Alaska merely shrugged as she led them over to the wagon rental. Though she tried to hide it, a devilish little smirk was curling at the edges of her lips. Willam was so going to get her back for this! And Raja.
Lucky little bitch!
She had little doubt Raja knew exactly what Alaska meant by picking out pumpkins. Probably arranged to be working today so she’d get out of it.
Oh, Willam was definitely going to get both of them.
She complained for the first 10 minutes, non-stop, loud and annoying as only she could but Alaska was unbothered. She paid little attention to Willam’s whining. After all, it was nothing compared to her own temper tantrums. And she knew Willam would trail off sooner or later.
As the vocal complaints turned to disgruntled mumblings, Alaska felt free to enjoy herself. She loved the thought of picking out pumpkins straight from the farm; there was something quaint and wholesome about it that reminded her of childhood. And she loved that she got to experience this with one of her girlfriends. She would have preferred both but she was sure she could rope Raja into decorating the display with her later. Maybe she could even convince Willam to carve a pumpkin or two with them…
Two hours slipped by, Willam trudging along the rough path with the wagon following behind her and Alaska constantly bending over and examining each pumpkin she thought might belong in her display. There were only two more rows left to inspect and then they could call it a day. By this point Willam was dazed and resigned to her fate. She distracted herself with lazy thoughts of how to get revenge on both of her girlfriends…maybe in bed…maybe not…but when her foot sunk deep into the rotten rind of a pumpkin left a little too close to the path, she was sharply awoken from her distracted state.
A shiver had travelled up her spine as the cold, gooey insides seeped between her toes while Alaska asked her what was wrong. It was here Willam began her complaints anew but to her slight relief, they actually worked this time. Alaska had taken a look back at the wagon and the last pumpkin in her hands and decided this would be enough to at least get her started with the display piece. She might need to pick up an extra pumpkin or two from the grocery store but they could leave the fields now. Willam was being a relatively good sport earlier so it was the least Alaska could do not to force her to continue walking with all that gunk on her foot.
As they arrived back at the stall to pay for their finds, Alaska took the opportunity to pick out a few extra gourds and mini pumpkins to accentuate her display. She was quick about it, knowing Willam’s mood was gradually growing worse, but to her surprise Willam actually picked up one of the small, dark green mini pumpkins on her own. Perhaps she wasn’t as annoyed after all?
As soon as they were in the car, Willam tore off her heels and retrieved a few napkins tucked away in the glove box to properly clean them off. Before Alaska drove off, she pressed a quick kiss to Willam’s cheek and thanked her for coming along.
Though Willam would never admit it, the kiss and heartfelt ‘Thank you’ had mollified her. But she still had a reputation to uphold and continued to act irritated all the way home.
Barefoot, she helped Alaska empty out the car of their purchases and bring a few pumpkins of choice indoors for carving. While Alaska washed them off in the sink and set down newspaper over the table, Willam scurried off to change into something much more comfortable. By the time she returned, in a pair of skimpy, skin tight shorts, a well-loved T-shirt, and her hair done up in a messy bun, she found Alaska already sketching out the first Jack-O-Lantern’s face. A few smaller pumpkins had been left off to the side, misshapen or oddly textured, just the way Raja liked them. She knew Raja would not disappoint in whatever she decided to do to decorate them.
Alaska’s pumpkins, however, were kept charmingly simple. Triangle eyes and nose, scattered teeth in a wide grin, she even sketched out ear holes on the sides.
Willam watched her for a few moments as she completely absorbed herself in creating the perfect cutesy faces for each pumpkin. Then Willam let her attention drift back to the singular pumpkin she had picked out. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with it and after the morning she had, felt it was a deserving purpose for the little gourd.
She made quick work of washing the miniature pumpkin and lightly marking where she wanted to cut. She was unusually careful not to cut too deep, Alaska noticed. Her gaze kept drifting back to her girlfriend out of both curiosity and slight concern. Willam was always a chaotic force whenever crafting was involved, and then throwing in a knife as well? Alaska’s heart never raced harder than when she saw Willam haphazardly cutting into something while ignoring all safety precautions or gentle warnings from her girlfriends.
Alaska was just about to begin carving her second pumpkin by the time Willam had removed a section off the top of hers and cleaned out the innards. She carelessly licked the pumpkin guts off the knife, making Alaska’s stomach queasy in process. But before she looked away for her own sanity, she noticed Willam’s face contorting in the cutest expression of mild disgust. Alaska couldn’t stop her lips from curling as she refocused on her own crafting.
Her attention was soon divided again by Willam running back to the kitchen and rummaging through the drawers, then off to the bathroom and strangely towards the bedroom as well. She came back with the oddest collection of items; a cheap metal flour sifter from the dollar store, a screwdriver she picked up somewhere, one of Raja’s clogs that Willam regularly made fun of, some kind of plastic tubes, and-
Wait.
Now Alaska realized what she was doing.
She’d seen Raja demonstrate this so many times (though her efforts were always a bit more organized than this).
Willam was making a bong out of her mini pumpkin. Alaska had to laugh, because of course she would. How had she missed the gears spinning in Willam’s head as she picked out the pumpkin from the stall?
“Gonna share that when you’re done, right?” Alaska asked, amusement in her voice, as Willam tried to hammer the screwdriver into the pumpkin with Raja’s clog.
“Maybe,” Willam replied distractedly.
Read as ‘of course,’ Alaska noted with a grin.
They continued their projects for the next hour in relative silence. The dining room table was a mess of soiled newspaper, pumpkin guts and random disassembled household products Willam had collected for her home-made bong. She was still experimenting with getting it just right when Raja arrived back home. She had immediately made her way towards the kitchen, following the sounds of clatter and clanging to find her partners each engaged in their own tasks at the table. Willam was the most focused and didn’t notice her right away until she felt Raja pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She didn’t say anything but the hint of a grin as she worked told Raja more than enough. Though she had to wonder why one of her clogs was left laying on the table. Moving on to Alaska, she pressed a kiss to her cheek as well, wiping off some of the dried pumpkin guts Alaska had missed earlier when she tried to clean her face.
“You ladies have fun today?” she asked, arms wrapped around Alaska’s waist as they both watched Willam pouring a half-empty bottle of water into the little pumpkin.
“No,” Willam complained briefly before taking her first hit.
“I did,” Alaska countered. “Wish you were there though.”
“Yeah, you could’ve pulled the fucking wagon,” Willam muttered.
Raja chuckled lightly as she moved over to sit next to Willam and relieve her of the pumpkin. “Next time,” she promised, taking an experimental hit off Willam’s questionable-looking bong.
“Not bad,” she commented as her lips broke free. Willam made a noise of agreement as well as a few mental notes of what to do better next time. But it came out surprisingly effective for a spur of the moment decision.
The pair passed the pumpkin back and forth for another round as Alaska finished the last of her rudimentary cleaning. She laid out a fresh spread of newspaper for whenever Raja started her own carving. She motioned over to the collection of odd and unusual pumpkins before relieving Willam of her bong and taking a few well-earned hits.
While the two continued to share the homemade bong, Raja’s gaze travelled to the other end of the table to inspect her pumpkins and begin brainstorming for ideas. A few thoughts were brewing but she’d definitely sketch them out on paper first before marking up any of the pumpkins. One thing she did notice right away brought a smile to her lips.
“They’re perfect by the way,” she complimented Alaska. “You know how much I like the weird ones.”
She glanced over to Willam, now taking another hit, and nudged her lightly in the side. Willam stared blankly for a moment, wheels turning in her head, as Alaska struggled not to outright laugh. Then, after 2 or 3 seconds, Willam’s mind caught up with what Raja had said and she immediately stuck her tongue out. “Fuck off,” she laughed out in a huff. “I hate both of you.”
“Yes, and we hate you, too,” Raja murmured, pressing a brief kiss to Willam’s grinning lips.
Chapter 6 - Witney
“Dandelions are kinda pretty, don'tcha think?” Courtney blurted out as she and Willam trekked through the park. Her gaze had been wandering around the huge open space that surrounded them. It seemed like everything was in bloom right now, whether it was the flowers on the trees or the wildflowers off in the distance, but especially noticeable was dandelions scattered in amongst the grass.
Irritably shifting their overpacked cooler from one hand to another, Willam remarked, “I think it’s a weed.”
“Still pretty,” Courtney countered, picking up one just off the dirt trail they were using and holding it out for Willam to see.
Despite Courtney’s usually infectious smile, Willam just looked at the object derisively for a moment, shifted the cooler yet again, and commented, “Still a weed…but not the useful kind.”
Laughing lightly as she bent down to pick up another long stemmed dandelion, Courtney pointed out, “Dandelions are plenty useful. Bees love them.”
“Bees love any kind of flower,” Willam muttered, trying to keep from huffing as she continued to struggle with the cooler. Maybe if she tried carrying it with both hands?
“They’re nutritious too,” Courtney chirped away, plucking up another flower, “…can even be used for medicine.”
It was here Willam stopped in her tracks for a hot second to give Courtney a look of concern. “Please tell me you don’t actually eat them,” she groaned in mild disgust.
Courtney’s laughter echoed through the park as she veered off the path again and replied, “No, but it’s still good information to know.”
“Right,” Willam grumbled sarcastically. Looking up ahead, she was relieved to find the picnic table was finally within sight. Just a few more feet.
Bending down to pick up another few dandelions growing clustered together, Courtney added in, “And it helps that they’re so easy to grow.“
“Again; because it’s a weed!” Willam shouted back as she rushed on towards the table. She dropped the cooler as soon as she was close enough and not a moment too soon; her fingers felt like they were about to break off!
She shook her hands trying to regain some of the feeling back in her fingers before sitting down and unpacking their weighty lunch. Courtney was still off the path, about 10 or so yards away, picking the blooming dandelions with the longest stems. When she finally had a nice little bundle in her hand, she rejoined Willam at the picnic table. Renewing their conversation, one Willam had hoped was finally done, Courtney stated proudly, “They can even grow through the cracks in concrete. That’s perseverance.”
“That sounds stolen from a motivational poster,” Willam countered with an eye roll. Despite her firm stance that dandelions were just a weed, she could feel a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, especially once Courtney corrected her with a lazy, drawn out, “Maybe borrowed.”
For the next minute or two, Willam focused her energy on setting out their lunches while Courtney fiddled with all the flowers she collected. Willam didn’t pay much attention to her, instead she was sorting through what food was definitely hers so she could finally eat. She hadn’t realized just how starving she was until she could finally see the food laid out in front of her.
She was nearly finished with her task when Courtney mused out loud once more, “And it’s fun to blow all the little seeds off and watch them float away.”
“If you say so,” Willam replied distractedly. Just about…Done!
“I do say so,” Courtney teased. When Willam looked back at her, ready to announce that they could start eating, she found herself having to pause. Those stupid little dandelions were gone and Courtney’s hands were currently behind her back. Willam eyed her up suspiciously as Courtney maneuvered her way out of her seat and circled the table until she was sitting right next to Willam. She could barely contain her grin, an act that did nothing to ease Willam’s concerns that she was up to something. Then, very carefully, Courtney withdrew her hands from behind her back and announced, “And…they’re the best flower to make a crown out of.”
No sooner had she said it than Willam found a small crown of poorly tied dandelions resting on her head. Immediately, she gave Courtney a withering look, imagining whatever little bugs that hitched a ride on those flowers now crawling in amongst hair, but Courtney just beamed back at her. She looked so pleased with herself, it was a struggle for Willam not to crack even just a little smile.
Sighing softly in defeat, Willam shook her head and shifted around to remove her phone from her pocket. As she unlocked it, she could hear Courtney giggling next to her, saying, “Alright, you can take it off.”
But to Courtney’s surprise, instead of immediately snatching the handmade crown from her head, Willam simply held up her phone, angled just so, and snapped a series of selfies. With her own cocky, satisfied little grin, Willam informed her, “After lunch I will.”
Squealing in delight, Courtney pulled her in for a brief kiss. Just a small way to thank Willam for humoring her, even begrudgingly. Forgetting the food for now, Willam suggested taking just a few more pictures together. “For Instagram,” she reasoned. But by the end of the day both of their profiles had been loaded with multiple stories of them enjoying their time in the park and in a few carefully angled shots, Willam’s flower crown could still be seen resting on her head well into the late afternoon.
#rpdr fanfiction#raja gemini#alaska thunderfuck#willam belli#alaska x raja x willam#courtney act#witney#lesbian au#poly#rare pair#fluff#flower files#albatross#picnic date#pumpkin patch#pumpkin carving#submission
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On waste disposal
and human waste
Man paces through the forest strip
It's a shortcut
Business not pleasure
Gobbles down a Snickers bar
Downs the last bit
Of his crappuccino
Energy kick
Smart-watch indicates
He's running late
No time to waste; gotta be quick
Nature calls
"Goddammit"
He leaves the path to take a piss
Dodging used condoms, thinking
"Humans are disgusting"
He doesn't see the trees' resurrection
The birds and forest critters
Scurrying in excitement for spring
He doesn't see the flowers buttoning
Nor does he care for them
All he sees is the vug
To his right-hand side
And he thinks
"Mother nature provides everything!"
Shimmering and glistening, the crevice
Quartz struck by dawn
In a light spectacle of magic
Beckoning
Man beholds his find, delighted
Crams paper cup and candy wrapper
Up Mother Gaia's slit
Bliss is
Two hands free
To relieve himself, shivering
Attentively shaking off the final drips
Zzzip
“Gotta be quick!”
Man resumes pacing
Eyes to the ground
Oblivious to anything else
He murmurs to himself
"Gotta make sure my shoes stay clean
Spotlessly clean
Keep ‘em clean
Clean”
True tragedy
Is a man rockin’ Oxfords, smeared
What would his co-workers think of him?
He’d never live down such an
Embarrassment
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18-3-2020, M.A. Tempels ©
#writerscreedchallenge#poetry#spilled ink#writing#free verse#poem#nature#modern world#creative writing#mother nature#poet#poets on tumblr#tumblr poetry#alt lit#write#writers on tumblr#polluting#pollution#human waste#waste#consumer society#throwaway society
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