#smckerls

he’d come back to visit, as soon as he was able to. well … as soon as he could, anyway. it’d taken some time … with — with everything that’d happened, but he was back. and maybe — maybe he’d taken a little too much time to come back and visit pooh, but … he’d been a little scared. scared that he’d find himself missing on the cover of pooh’s book again. scared that this time — maybe he wouldn’t be able to get back. that his connection with pooh would be gone, not just growing fainter, and that he wouldn’t have even known it.

but that wasn’t true. sora knew that. every time he would worry, he’d close his eyes, hand on his chest, and he’d look deep inside his heart … and still felt pooh there. that bond hadn’t been broken, hadn’t disappeared while he was gone. nothing so terrible had happened to him, he hadn’t changed so much that he’d lost his friend.

but he couldn’t shake the feeling that … that it wouldn’t last forever. that one day, he’d have to leave, and he wouldn’t ever be able to come back.

but today hadn’t been that day. and sora —- sora had been so glad. so happy he’d decided to visit merlin, and ask about pooh bear. falling into the book felt like falling back home, and even though there weren’t any islands or oceans or palm trees, his friends were still here. there were hunny bees and hunny pots and eeyore to keep company, rabbit to help garden, tigger to bounce with, roo and lumpy to stomp along, and pooh to sit with. 100 acre wood was just as much home as destiny islands were.

and so maybe in the face of that, in the relief and peace he found with the animals and their homey little world where finding pooh his hunny was the most concerning thing, he was a little hesitant to leave, but could you blame him? he was drawing his time out here as long as he could, and when he started getting sleepy he didn’t fight it as much as he should have, didn’t say his goodbyes to go back to his own world.

because pooh was one of his best friends. and maybe one day, he’d have to say goodbye, but as long as he could, he’d keep coming back here. and when he couldn’t anymore, he’d still have this place, have pooh, in his heart. not just a memory. a connection, just as deep and real even if he couldn’t visit in person anymore. pooh would always be with him where it mattered most. 

so it’s easy to fall asleep, even when he promised he wouldn’t. the woods are quiet this time of night and he’s surrounded by near and dear friends. they’ll always be there for him, but this time it’s special. it’s comforting.

and it’s one of the best nights sleep sora ends up getting in a long, long time.

i'm sorry ... am i reading this correctly ?? they are not letting you work at your job because you coloured your hair ?? that is ridiculous !! i'm so sorry that your work is being so silly about a small subject -- don't go changing how you look to please an employer !!

Unfortunately, yes, you did read that right. My hair is not “natural” so they pretty much will send me home, not allow me to work for a number of days, until I re-dye it. Because you know, humans are not naturally born with highlights or red hair that can rival Ariel’s. So if he sends me home, he better send the other girls in that store home. Yeah, my hair has pinks and purples, but it’s not IN YOUR FACE LIKE BOOM!

Below is my new hair color, and apparently I’m not professional, DESPITE working there for almost three years now!!

@smckerls

       ✰—-Sora had gotten used to the curiosities of one LITTLE BEAR, amused by tiny questions, little prods and pokes of his buttons and zippers before Pooh’s curiosity had overtaken his Gummiphone and the gentle bear finds the pictures where Sora collected all the precious moments of his his journey. Excited by the idea, and happy that he could finally have something to bring home, Sora adjusted the teddy bear in his lap while he held the camera out in front of them.

      ❝  CHEESE ! ❞ Sora echoes, snapping a sweet picture of the two nested together ; bright smiles and warm fuzzy glows of their cozy hug captured forever to the photolog. Sora quickly pulls up the photo for his friend, showing him the charming picture. ❝ See ! With this I can always keep you with me, and whenever I start to miss you or need something to cheer me up, I will always have you with me to know that I’ll be okay. Maybe when I visit again, I can get a picture just for you, so you can have one too ! That way I’m never far away. ❞ He grins, arms enfolding the dear toy that he squeezed in a warm hug.      ❝  Now, you’ll always be with me no matter where I go ! ❞ 

a jar of honey between friends // @smckerls

               he’s not ADVERSE to the holiday, really, he’s just too aware of his own awkward personality to enjoy it. but in the presence of this silly bear and his friends, he never could withhold the smile that spreads on his lips, or the joy that is brought to him every time he visits. so it seems only natural to have found himself back in the hundred acre wood today, in favor of anywhere else. 

         he’s already said his hello’s by the time the little bear approaches, silver brow raised as he feels the tap of the honey pot at his side, and soft teal eyes downcast. and like every time, that same smile draws on his lips, feeling a warmth in his chest at the idea of sharing something so close to pooh’s heart with him. 

          “ hey.... pooh bear? wanna hear a little secret? ” holding her hands behind her back, she began to pace back and forth, swaying. yuna, for some reason, was in a rather good mood.

@smckerls || comforting sentence starters (accepting)

Tigger looked over to his friend, Pooh, with a solemn look in his eyes. He thought about Pooh's words for a few minutes until he finally lit up.