#wildflver

as  he  passed  the  friend,  he  looked  her  up  and  down  as  his  sister  was  busy  talking  to  their  parents  as  they  headed  up  to  the  house,  bags  in  hand.  eddie  couldn’t  help  but  wink  in  her  direction.  “someone’s  looking  good.  did  you  wear  that  to  impress  me?”  he  asked  quietly,  and  tilted  his  head  to  the  side.  in  her  younger  years,  he’d  noticed  her  staring  a  little  too  long  in  his  direction,  suspecting  her  to  have  had  a  crush,  but  never  having  his  suspicions  proven.  “because  it’s  working”  he  mentioned  and  smiled  charmingly,  before  nodding  towards  the  house  as  they  stood  there  in  the  blazing  afternoon  sun,  “maybe  you  should  stay  in  my  room?”  he  paused.  “y’know,  because  that’s  where  the  air  condition  works  best”  

Silene vulgaris, or the bladder campion or maidenstears, is native to Europe, where in some parts it is eaten, but is also widespread in North America, where it is a common wildflower in meadows, open woods, and fields. The young shoots and the leaves may be used as food in some countries of the Mediterranean region. The tender leaves may be eaten raw in salads. The older leaves are usually eaten boiled or fried, sauteed with garlic as well as in omelettes. (X)

miles had been drinking, a little too much, his vision was blurred and he was feeling VERY giggly. somehow he’d ended up under some mistletoe with his best-friend in front of him, miles grins at them and then he looks up, “oh shit --- look” he points up towards the misletoe, “i think you owe me a kiss” the grin on his face only getting bigger. 

“so what are you making for us tonight? are we going to have to end up ordering again?” he was teasing, partially. slater sat back on his chair, watching the other with a happy little smile on his face. the male could cook it himself but he was lazy and it was more fun to sit back and watch. 

          “ you don’t miss me ? not even a little ? ” // closed starter for @wildflver​

An august hike

He’s lost count at this point with the amount of times they’ve watched this film, it sort of turned into a tradition down the line, but his mind seemed to be floating elsewhere. Fingers were tracing several figures in the other’s back, something he always did whenever they were in this close of space. His lips dared to press against their neck, preferring to turn this into a make-out session instead of viewing the same scenes he had seen a thousand times. “Don’t you ever get tired of this movie?” He asked, knowing the obvious hormones were clouding his judgement at the moment.