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emotinalsupportturtle · 8 months

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I think my favorite music video of the year may be just some dude hanging out with his dog for an afternoon

Talking about Miles Kane's new single Time of Your Life.

The song is amazing but I think the MV is perfect because it's just 3 minutes of him him being himself and at least 80% of the music video features Max

(even if you have no idea who this guy is just give it a listen, he may have found the cure to depression)

#miles kane #time of your life #one man band #music video #singles #i think he managed to capture comfort and hapiness in a song and mv #The vibes are impeccable #this is just sunshine personified #it's a work of beauty you honour #it's so simple yet so perfect

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agreysexualromantic · 7 months

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I present in no particular order: Clark and Lois beaming sunshine at each other (part 1/?)

Just a goddam mutual admiration society, these two sweet beans.

Bonus: a whole damn song about it

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(HC: This is one of the songs on Lois' mix CD)

#heart eyes personified #give me more of this kind of joy on screen please #just radiating sunshine every time they see each other #i love you and i like you #smallville #lois lane #clark kent #tom welling #erica durance #clois #gifset #smile #Youtube #Clark and Lois mutual admiration society posts

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billysgirllol · 1 month

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you yet may spy the fawn at play, the hare upon the green; but the sweet face of l..ucy g..ray will never more be seen […] yet some maintain that to this day she is a living child; that you may see sweet luc..y gra..y upon the lonesome wild.

@lucygraysboy

#YEAH ME AT THIS PART......#SOBBINGGGGG #it makes me cry at how shes that word FOR WORD #SUNSHINE PERSONIFIED SOBBING #ANGEL #HIM BEING READ THIS TOO + THEN MEETING A GIRL NAMED L//UCY G///R//AY IS JUST SO SOULMATE :'))))#SOBBING I CANT STOP SOBBING

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milfneuer · 6 days

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micah is such a green flag lmfao

Micah is the only person associated with city that I support

#You just can't hate the guy he's sunshine personified #love him #blake.answers

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thekidsarentalright · 2 years

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singlehandedly the most baby boy patrick ive seen in ages oh my god im gonna lose it look at him he . wah. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#pic credit to goldxplated and sashuke25 on twitter!#posted twice to make it shorter blah blah #he just. is sunshine personified literally he is so precious i love him so much #ps #hella mega #txt

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lanarchive · 11 months

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IT’S LANA DAY??? EVERYONE QUIET ON THE SET!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!! 🩷🩷🩷 you gunnerblr a brighter and more beautiful place with your talent, your personality, and your overall energy. this place wouldn’t be the same without you, and ilysm 💞💞

also, idk if you saw, but i saw wilo hold this sign up with my own two eyes soooooo 🤭

S I LOVE U THERES NO ONE ON EARTH LIKE U, PLEASE THIS IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL 😭

#ur quite literally everything to me like u think im joking I! AM! NOT!#sunshine personified. so so sweet and funny like i just tried to image arsenalblr without u and i genuinely shed tears LIKE 😭🫶🏽#the most talented. brilliant. amazing. everything lady gaga said in that one gif like u are THAT girl ily ily ily #i’ll scream it from the rooftops if i have to 🫂💞

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obi-wkenobi · 10 months

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Your tags in my post. You’re right. You’re so fucking right

yesss 🙌🏻 tos Jim's back story is just there waiting to be developed and Tarsus IV is the perfect platform to develop and show how tragedy and trauma can shape someone's life and how that doesn't have to be the end. that people can thrive and survive and recover and that without those experiences, Jim Kirk likely wouldn't be the kind, empathetic, self-sacrificing and hopeful man that we adore.

#i just love him a lot #he is sunshine personified #jim kirk #james t kirk #star trek tos #answered asks #obviouslyelementary

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ofcandy · 7 months

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⸺ 🐏 greetings, bighorns! walking around campus, sporting her aura of healing tenderness, we've spotted MEKHALA "CANDY" WILLEMS, a thirty4 year old who contributes to our thriving community as a PHARMACIST. according to�� our intel, they've been around the sanctuary for ten years and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they don't agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she had dreams of studying philosophy & becoming a writer, but compromised with her family of doctors to venture into the field of pharmaceuticals instead; she doesn't know what happened to her father following the outbreak, but secretly hoping he didn't make it provides a sense of comfort she's ashamed of; while she isn't always sunshine & rainbows, no one has ever seen her angry or upset. doesn't that make them fantastic? we think it does, and that's why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

↝ pinterest ╱ google doc ╱ playlist.

#endureintro #her doc is the messiest thing ever & her bg makes zero sense but das what i do best baybeeeee *fingerguns*#just kno that shes basically sunshine personified pls dont ask me to elaborate ( on that or anything ever ) :///

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justalilcrunchy · 2 years

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I’m only on episode 3 of “the midnight club” and already shipping Ilonka and Anya.

#why am I like this #I just love the sunshine/thunderstorm personified trope i guess #🤷🤷🤷#the midnight club

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carnivoraformes · 2 months

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//Sunday on one hand is a loving and kind older brother that by default is well mannered, proper, pristine and unfailingly polite. And he genuinely puts the needs of the Family before his own. Keeping all his problems and struggles to himself because it is his responsibility to ensure people are happy at Penacony no matter what.

On the other hand when he wants to be can be a very interesting kind of creepy, he is that cold calculating stare hidden behind a 'warm smile' spitting nothing but lies, the veiled threats on a smiling face. The paranoid man that is suspicious of every move that someone makes when he hasn't decided how he feels about them. The killer that no one would ever expect to snap their neck until their throat is in his hands.

If I were to simplify his aesthetic it would be a long hall very much clean, crisp, ornate and lavish. Tastefully painted wall in some expensive looking rich color and lush matching carpets. Windows with thick closed curtains that block out the light. Statues and paintings tastefully spread out down the hall who's eyes seem to follow your every move. And at the end of that hall is a big angel statue with a beautiful face and gentle smile that activates fight or flight instincts.

Everything seeming to be so damn perfect as long as you don't think to much about the body in the other room because the host has your best interest at heart or you didn't know that body was from a person that died in that hall.

#*conure screaming intensifies* (ooc) //#responsibility is the price of freedom (headcanons) //#//listen i love sunday #//but fuck from the first time i saw him i knew this man could not be trusted #//and that is part of his charm #//meanwhile his sister is just fucking sunshine personified

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plantdad-dante · 3 months

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Book #145 - Der Schimmelreiter by Theodor Storm

[english title: The Rider On The White Horse] (a PSA to all (future) teachers: this is not a good book for 8th graders. this is not the first classic that any kid should read. there are better ways to explain what a framing narrative is, please.)

A thing that I have realized over the last few months (possibly starting with something I wrote about Hold Me Closer, funnily enough) and which has definitely festered into full-on brain damage since then...

I love reading. I love books. I love stories. (Yes, I know, duh, but hear me out.)

Up until now, these things were true, yes, but in a more limited way. I loved reading good books. I loved reading stories that I liked, that I related to, that made me feel warm and fuzzy and good (or that completely devastated me emotionally, which is equally valid). And I liked it enough to not have it soured by books I ended up not liking. I liked the quiet of reading, I liked that I didn't need electronics to do it, I liked that it didn't chain me to a sofa for a minimum and maximum of two hours. In short, I liked the convenience, the ubiquity and the comfort of books that lit up my brain.

Unfortunately, it has kind of come to pass that that is now... uh. Every Book. Like, I still have opinions and biases and and personal taste, but now I love reading whether or not I like the book I'm reading right now. I have fallen in love with the thing itself, and I refuse to climb back out of this hole.

Btw, wanna know how I know all that? The Rider On The White Horse is boring as shit! Or it should be, if I were still sane. Because this book is mainly just about a weird dude who becomes this official (dikeduke??) and builds a family and a dyke. And a lot of pages are spent on this dude doing his official business, planning and drawing schemes for his dyke and getting permits and having local spats with his neighbors.

Like, the most interesting thing here by far is the framing narrative through which we know that this dude will somehow end up being a ghost story to scare grown men in a pub near the dyke half a century later. And it is spooky and atmospheric, yes, but remember that, in between that, the narrator insists on telling us in detail about the process of building a dyke, and about planning meetings, and about every spat he has with this one dude who hates him for no reason, and ugh. And still, I ate it up.

Half the book, before they get married, he has this sorta cute romance with his future wife, and it is mainly just them talking and having similar interests and holding hands and she is teasing him but also standing up for him, and she helps him into that official position for which they are both intellectually qualified (but, well, 1888. but hey, she can do math and doesn't get ridiculed for it, so yaaay). And she is wicked smart and them doing this shy little dance around each other is actually really sweet and the first time my brain mentioned that to me I kinda just had to stare at a wall for a while because what

Do you see my point? I am gushing. About a book. That is a 100 page snore fest. And this was just a taste, I could go on for at least twice as long again.

(help me)

#der schimmelreiter #theodor storm #the rider on the white horse #ok shit I didn't mention:#he basically adopts a feral horse that trauma bonds to him and him alone #he saves a dog from the village when they want to bury it alive in the dyke bc of superstition (the dyke needs 'something alive' to stay up #also him being smart and saving the dog and adopting a spooky ghost horse and being a liiittle blasphemous sometimes #obviously means he's the devil right #so everyone starts hating him and he starts hating everyone in return except his family #but like he still tries and he helps that old woman and tries to listen to criticism #and really - apart from a bit of pride and anger issues - he's not that horrible tbh #he's a surprisingly good husband and an absolutely amazing dad to his mentally disabled daughter #seriously. + he never once laments her disability even when his wife does + even gives her a peptalk like 'just love her as she is' like #they both love her so much. I mean they should bc that's their kid and also Wienke is sunshine personified and absolutely adorable #but still considering the times this is shockingly good parenting #like how did I only ever remember him as the guy who kills a cat??#oh right bc my 8th grade German teacher threw a book from 1888 at us and expected us 14 year old dipshits to just read and fully understand #it without any help or guidance #i heart the german school system (sarcasm)

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elizaleclerc · 21 days

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intertwined, sewn together 🌊

lando norris x reader

summary: fem reader & lando share a sweet day w friends on a yacht <3

song: not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker

author’s note: love this sm my heart ugh!! fluff & cute summer vibes. kinda grumpy x sunshine ; allusions to a bad childhood <\3

word count: 1.8k

You reclined on the plush deck of the yacht, basking in the warm rays of the sun as they caressed your stomach. The smell of sunscreen and tanning oil lingered in the air, leaving a sticky sheen on your skin. You relished these lazy days on the yacht, surrounded by your friends Lily and Carmen who chatted animatedly next to you.

Lost in the pages of your book, you barely registered their conversation as you lay with one elbow propped on the ground and the other hand holding the book, using it as a shield against the bright sun. However, your peaceful reading was interrupted by the rowdy boys behind you. Alex, George, Charles, and Lando were engaged in a game of cornhole, their shouts and cheers growing louder with each round. Their competitive banter blended with the sound of the cornhole sacks hitting the wooden board, making it difficult for you to concentrate on your book.

With a deep sigh of frustration, you carefully placed the book down and turned to your friend Lily, who was sitting next to you on the deck of the yacht. The sound of raucous laughter and shouting from the boys had grown increasingly louder, making it difficult for anyone else to carry on a conversation.

"Could they be any louder?" Carmen asked, her voice barely audible over the noise.

You nodded in agreement, “I know right, it’s like they are the only ones on the damn yacht.” You turned over, and, now laying on your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the boys play.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to Lando, his intense focus on the game evident in the way his brow furrowed and his arms swung the sandbag with ease. You couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he moved, his muscles flexing with each throw. His fingers ran through his messy summer curls, adding to his charming and carefree appearance. He was perfect in every way, and just knowing he was yours made your heart soar with happiness.

Lily and Carmen resumed their conversation, still reclining on their backs. You found yourself growing quiet, a natural state for you. Your introverted nature preferred observing to actively participating in conversations.

As a child, this led to struggles in making friends. Some labeled you as mean, but the truth was that you simply had little patience for most individuals. Your shyness was often viewed as a weakness and your silence as threatening, but slowly you emerged from your shell. Childhood experiences had left you with deep scars, ones that most people could never imagine. For a long time, you kept these memories buried deep within, trying to forget they were real. But then Lando came into your life, and he helped unravel all the pieces of you that had been hidden away. He didn't run away or judge you; instead, he loved every part of you as if you were made just for him. And because of him, you met others who saw and appreciated the real you as well.

That’s why you loved these people on the yacht. Not just Lando, who you’ve been dating for three years now, but even his friends and their girlfriends. They were lively at times, but they could be calm and relaxing too, having real and deep conversations. When you started dating Lando, they welcomed you with open arms, and the group quickly felt like a newfound family, one that you desperately needed.

Lando was sunshine personified. His deep, rich laugh was infectious, bringing out the same pure happiness in everyone around him, including you. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes. And with his perfectly tanned skin and light brown hair, he looked as if he had been sent down from the Sun itself just for you to love and for him to love you back even more fiercely. His genuine empathy and understanding towards your struggles made it feel like he could see right into your soul, and his persistent effort to get to know you only further solidified your growing feelings for him.

The two of you truly seemed like opposites, but everyone around you saw how much love was between you and Lando. As you watched him play cornhole, a small smile spread on your lips. It was inevitable, Lando seemed to just have that effect on you.

“Lando, looks like you’ve got an admirer,” Charles shouted to him as he must have caught you staring. Your face flushed, even more so with the sun beating down. Lando caught your eye, shooting you a wink.

“Good, I’m on fire! Best game I’ve played yet.” Lando proudly proclaimed, which made you grin even more.

Carmen turned on her stomach now to watch along with you. “George, baby, how are you doing?” She asked him.

Lando was the one to respond though, “Oh, he’s playing like shit. You better take his place.” Everyone bursted out into laughs, everyone except George, who always got slightly offended at jokes made at his expense.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” George sighed with a wave of his hand. “Let’s play another game, I’ll beat you this time.”

“That’s what you said five games ago,” Alex laughed, which caused the guys to break into another fit of chuckles.

You were enjoying watching them play, but as the sun beat down on your skin and sweat began to form on your brow, you knew it was time to take a break. Walking over to the cooler, you grabbed a cold bottle of water and some freshly cut strawberries. The icy liquid provided instant relief as it cascaded down your throat, while the juicy sweetness of the strawberries left a refreshing aftertaste.

Feeling rejuvenated, you made your way to the edge of the yacht and settled into the welcoming shade. As you gazed out at the vast expanse of ocean before you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over you. The rhythmic lapping of waves against the boat and the gentle breeze caressing your skin were soothing in a way that only being on the ocean could provide.

Lost in your thoughts, you reached for your book and lost yourself in its pages. The sound of laughter and splashing from your friends faded into the background as you immersed yourself in the fictional world within. Time seemed to pass quickly as you turned one page after another, until you noticed the sky beginning to change color. A soft orange glow now painted the horizon, signaling that sunset was near.

You moved from your spot on the yacht and went back out to see what everyone else was doing. Lando was laying out on a large sunbed, clearly exhausted from his hours of playing cornhole. As you looked around, all of the boys were laying out too. You couldn’t find Carmen or Lily, but you assumed they were still trying to soak up the last bit of sun they could for the day.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Lando smiled as you approached him. You stood beside his sunbed as he kissed the top of your hand. “Where did you run off to?”

“I went to read for a bit. It was kinda distracting earlier when you and the guys were playing.” You explained. He motioned for you to cuddle up next to him on the bed. As you tucked yourself by his side, he smirked.

“Distracting because I was so good looking?” He bantered and you rolled your eyes.

“No, because you guys were being so loud.” You joked and he faked a frown. You smiled, “But you’re also very good looking.”

He tilted your chin up so he could kiss you softly, taking in every bit of you and the strawberry taste still on your lips. As you laid your head back on his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it lazily. “I love you a lot you know”

You traced your fingers along his torso and grinned to yourself, “Yeah, I know.”

“Good. Just making sure you don’t forget it.” He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his warm breath mingling with the soft breeze. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, you both sat on the sunbed, watching the stunning display of colors in the sky. The vibrant oranges and deep blues blended together like a masterpiece, filling you with a sense of awe and wonder. Despite all the pain and suffering in the world, moments like this reminded you of the beauty and magic that still existed. You could feel the warmth of the cooling sun on your skin, leaving a subtle tan as it slowly made its way towards the horizon. The peacefulness of the moment was enough to lull you into a blissful sleep.

Charles propped himself up on his cushioned chair, and saw you asleep on Lando’s chest. “She knocked out, huh?” He smiled at Lando.

“Yeah, guess so. The sun makes her tired sometimes.” Lando replied in a low voice to try and not to wake you up.

“You know, I never heard her say she loved you back earlier.” George remarked from the other side of Lando.

“She doesn’t have to, I know she does.” Lando replied, which confused the guys. He saw their perplexed expressions. “You know it took her a long time to say it in the first place but…I’ve known her long enough to where I know it without her having to say it.”

“I still don’t understand.” Alex piped up next to George.

“I mean, cmon, what’s so hard to understand? You saw the way she watched me earlier. Her eyes said it all. And the other day when she peeled oranges for me without me asking? And yesterday, when we got home, she rambled to me about the book she was reading. You could just see the light and love in her eyes. She never used to be that way, not when I first met her.” Lando knew the other guys still might not get the full picture, but he remembered how you were before you guys started dating. He remembered how you would shut out the world and not let anyone in. He knew that you used to not express how much you liked things or even smile when you ate your favorite foods.

He knew you loved him, he knew it went without saying. You were his everything, and simply being nestled next to him, feeling the gentle rhythm of your breath against his side, was enough to make his heart swell with love. No amount of conversation could match the pure joy of watching you smile or hearing the sweet melody of your voice. The two of you were intertwined, sewn together as the perfect pair.

#f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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