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“All the world’s a stage in God’s great play.”
Someone said that once, maybe. Some intellectual or other that got a bunch of money for saying vaguely smart sounding things and putting those things on paper.
Paper’s like the one sat before her, half crumpled on the weathered bar counter and soaked with day-old brandy the last tender forgot to clean up. It has a vaguely earthy scent, cloying at the base of her nose.
Ridiculous. But something she can at the very least appreciate. She likes those small touches that, for brief moments, remind her she’s alive. Breathing. In the present before it all fades into the distant haze once more.
Can’t even blame the tobacco on that one.
“You like your God, do you?” She mumbles to herself, picking up the paper, watching its wet tips fray continually in her hand. A moment passes, the ink fading into her skin with it. Andy curls her fist, lets it drop, dissolve.
“See what He thinks of that, then.”
Slightly blasphemous, to be sure. Like she cared.
Hell, maybe they did believe. The all seeing eye in the sky, guiding their weary mortal decisions, the North Star in the cloud of things to big, too large to comprehend with some eighty odd years to their names.
Casually, she rubs her fingers over her palm in consideration. Does she really begrudge them it? Sometimes. At night, when the wind howls and the rain shatters against windows with a barely-suppressed scream clawing from her throat. Tight and suffocating, salt water burning her trachea and making her eyes tear with glass shards.
Certainly no God that day.
Not then. Not now.
She didn’t care, and this place is another bust anyway.
The papers faint traces are sticky in her sweaty palm when she leaves that bar, another dock, another water.
For nothing.
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andromache's dream // prints etc
(this started as a weird pointillism exercise that basically took over my life. reference from an extremely pixelated screenshot from the movie ammonite)
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space buns babes for @lady-writes 💙💚
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breakfast 🍳
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pride flag but it’s nearly 2 years of Nile Freemans
+ an old thing
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happy pride mwah
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For the 2022 Old Guard Reverse Bang @theoldguardevents, an illustration for an amazing story by @kneesofthebee. Check it out below!
I haven’t finished a piece of fanart in ages, so glad I made it and very thankful to everyone who shepherded me through!
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Netflix release the deleted church scene, so I can have another head bonk image to use 😡
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Here With Me
words by @marvelmerlinao3 & art by @wrenaspun
for The Old Guard Reverse Bang @theoldguardevents
23k, rated T, no archive warnings apply:
Nicolo is 8 when the generational war that's older than he can comprehend comes to an end and his hand is given to the prince of the nation that had been their oldest enemies. Yusuf is 11 when he first sees the small, quiet boy with a face that seemed to be made of stone. Both of them know that from the moment the treaty is signed their lives are tied together for decades to come. Nicolo is 27 when his father falls ill and his brother begins to unravel the treaty, Yusuf is 30 and scrambling to find a way to keep Nicolo by his side without revealing their secret elopement years before they were supposed to be married. When war tears them apart it's a scramble to find their way back to each other.
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Joe 👁
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-White is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi
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duolingo tog prompts #19
It’s been a long, long time, but I missed this so much and hope to be a little more active again in the near future. Anyway, this prompt inspired me so much, so have this little fic. I hope you enjoy it!! 💖
prompt: you want to forget me (ti vuoi dimenticare di me)
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Nicolò feels like throwing up. He wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers for what feels like the hundredth time.
Now. He’s going to ask it now. Okay, now then. On second thought, perhaps in a minute would be better.
Why is this so damn hard?
He knows why, of course. Because he has wrongfully besieged Yusuf’s home and killed him in the most horrifying ways possible. Because he has been a monster and would have to spend all his infinite lifetimes to atone for what he has done before he could ever be forgiven. Because asking Yusuf to stay together even though they have found the two women from their dreams and there is absolutely no sane reason for Yusuf to spend one more heartbeat in Nicolò’s abhorrent presence is the epitome of hubris.
What has possessed him to even consider this plan? 
He has come to know Yusuf’s kind heart. His warmth, his ever-smiling eyes. He has mistaken his innate kindness for something else, something impossible. He is a fool for putting so much hope in his delusions.
But it seems he has been a fool all his life. One more day won’t make a difference, will it?
It has to be now. Andromache and Quynh are out on a personal errand for a couple of days, and he doesn’t know if such an opportunity will present itself again in time.
God, this is worse than dying.
He opens his mouth to ask his question, the question, nerves sizzling through his body, but to his surprise, Yusuf speaks first.
Keep reading
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I already knew that given her lifespan, Andy saw the North Star change
I wasn't ready for the knowledge that it happened more than once
Polaris (alpha Ursa Minoris, to get technical) became Earth's Pole Star sometime in late antiquity (5th century CE), and before that, from circa 1100 BCE, the Pole was centred closer to two other stars of the Little Bear constellation, Kochab and Pherkad.
And before that, from 3900 BCE to 2500 BCE circa, the Pole Star was Thuban, of the Dragon constellation
(What was happening between 2500 and 1100 BCE? There was a period of back-and-forth in which the celestial North Pole was somewhere between Kochab and Mizar of Ursa Major and then settled on Kochab and Pherkad)
...but Andy had already been around for a millennium when Thuban became the Pole Star.
Which means that when she was born, the Pole Star was TAU HERCULIS
...how many times did the poor woman have to rearrange her points of reference when using the stars to orient herself and travel?
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Spices di Genova returns!
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Quynh // Egypt 🌙
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ONE, THREE, OR FIVE IM VIBRATING OVER THOSE!!! Either andyquynh or joenicky 💓💓💓
i was SO TORN for this omg i hope you like this result!!
“I can’t believe she called me childish,” Joe grumbles. “I’m not childish, I’m a thousand years old.”
Nicky hums in affirmation. Nine hundred years in this relationship has taught him that whatever he says right now will be incorrect, and it’s better to listen.
“And it’s not childish to like things,” Joe continues. “Everyone likes things. Andy likes going to ren fairs and heckling people. Nile has six thousand action figures. You’re obsessed with Lord of the Rings. Just because I like Pokémon doesn’t make me childish.”
“Of course not,” Nicky says. “You’re allowed to like things.”
“Exactly,” Joe says.
They continue walking in silence for several minutes. Joe is still clearly unhappy, so Nicky clears his throat and says, “do you want to go back and buy it?”
“No,” Joe says quickly.
Nicky waits.
“Yes,” Joe finally mumbles. Nicky reaches out his hand. Joe takes it and they turn around and go back.
Andy was probably referring to the fact that there’s no way the stuffed Pokémon is going to fit on the plane. Nicky doesn’t really care. Anything that makes Joe smile like that, he’ll buy it for him, and if they have to check an enormous stuffed Pokémon as their luggage, they’ll check it as their luggage.
“Thank you, love,” Joe says. He’s grinning from ear to ear. Nicky reels him in with an arm around his waist and presses a quick kiss to his temple.
“Any time. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Joe says, and Nicky sees him squeeze the stuffed Pokémon a little tighter.
shakin things up
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