#( musings ‣ laurel )

[skitskatdacat63]

Just gonna put these here in hopes that you understand my vision...

#I was staring at that first pic racking my brain trying to figure out who he was reminding me of #and then i realized it was the david... #this hair just gives such greek youth vibes...maybe a little bit paidika... #i want to put a laurel crown in his hair.... #but i compared the first pic to the david and had an entire revelation #so pls guys hope you understand my vision(tm) #2010 malaysia seb has entranced me #malaysia 2013? wdym malaysia 2013? I only know malaysia 2010 #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #we do a little bit of f1 #red bull seb #sv5 #renaissance muse au

[thegrapeandthefig]

When I was a kid, there was a laurel tree in the garden under which I spent a fair amount of time because we had attached a hammock to it. I also liked the tree because I was allowed to pick leaves to throw in the barbeque, it smelled nice and harvesting the tree for that purpose was "my job".

Anyway, my mother is currently visiting her brother and she just sent me a picture of a young(ish) laurel tree with the caption "look how much the laurel has grown". Turns out my uncle got a cutting from the laurel tree before we left that place, over 20 years ago, and that baby laurel has since been growing in my uncle's garden.

I don't know why this makes me so happy, but this message came in right when I am drafting a post about the nymphs and it certainly didn't go unnoticed.

#musings #the laurel wasn't the only tree i was enamoured with #the lilac and the rosemary too

[minarcana]

@marionmaverick // from bc Laurel has to

"Alrighty! Let's--" Laurel's enthusiastic about snacks as a general rule, but then Marion keeps talking and she abruptly cuts to a visibly horrified and confused stare at Marion. "You... keep those Mord worms? Like on purpose? That's not real, those aren't actually food. They cannot be. Mords don't eat food that's edible to other people." She refuses to believe this. Laurel remembers the Mord Food Incident, none of that was edible. Jellied grubs!! Jellied... grubs. Marion, no.

#LITERAL TIRE SCREECH NOISE as laurels like 'you.......h ave what' #ic : laurel #continuuing this because her muse wont let me NOT shes just THE BOY IS EATING WORMS??? #marionmaverick

[kyliafanfiction]

It is really unfair how often characters get condemned by the viewers when the reason they’re saying or doing the (admittedly) bad things they are is because they don’t have all the information we the viewers have.

Like, we need to remember to look at a character’s actions from the context of what they actually know.

#Applies to so many characters #Including but not limited to #Wesley Wyndam Pryce #Xander Harris #Laurel Lance #Musings #Just Little Fandom Things

[laureljreyes]

ten songs for laurel reyes.

my mortal wound — lily talmers / tenenbaum — the paper kites / nobody gets what they want anymore — marlon williams & aldous harding / the body is a blade — japanese breakfast / i will always love you — dolly parton / bug like an angel — mitski / zombie girl — adrianne lenker / texas hold 'em — beyoncé / walkin' after midnight — patsy cline / that funny feeling — phoebe bridgers

listen.

#spotify. #muse. #laurel will hear ZERO texas hold em slander

[cursivebloodlines]

☕️  - for dougie :)

🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season.) | @overnightheartbeats

send a symbol for our muses to: ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… )

Christmas had been Dougie’s favourite time of the year ever since he was a little boy. He loved it all: the bustling markets packed with treats and trinkets, sampling the drinks and delicacies said markets had to offer, watching the glimmering Christmas lights as they brighten the neighbourhoods, wrapping up warm in cosy jumpers, watching Christmas movies, the music (yes, he was one of those people who would declare it being Christmas as soon as Halloween finishes and immediately blast Christmas songs - he was like this from childhood, before it became The Thing), buying gifts for the people he loved and just the atmosphere. How magical it all felt, even when life itself could feel like a downer or a drag. It never failed to lift his spirits up especially when he needed it most. To quote that one famous song: he wished it could be Christmas everyday.

So naturally, it was his idea to suggest venturing to one of the many Christmas markets and explore what they had to offer this year. Perhaps going out and doing festive activities with his ex-girlfriend wasn’t the brightest of ideas but he didn’t care - there was nobody else he would rather do these things with. Besides, how else were they going to try and navigate this tricky part of their relationship, being friends and starting over, if they didn’t actively hang out and do things together? His feelings for her were all over the place but the more he thought about it, the more he realised he would rather have her in his life than not at all. Dougie already lost her once; he didn’t want to lose her again. There’s a part of him unsure whether he could survive losing her all over again. Despite this, trust was a vital necessity needed to rebuilt for them to have any kind of relationship. Romantic or platonic, and honestly…the line between the two could be a struggle at times.  But there was a time and place where he could dwell on them. And being here, spending time with Laurel was no place he would rather be. 

They idly chit-chatted as the meandered throughout the hustle and bustle, buying random little trinkets from the stalls, or taking photos of each other or selfies together whenever an opportunity presented itself, taking it all in as the sight of something caught Dougie’s attention: a couple walking past, hot chocolate filled to the brim of their cups, topped with plenty of whipped cream and sprinkles. His eyes lit up like a little kid, and he turned to face Laurel, a twinkle in his eye that made it very clear on their next plans. Before she had the chance to potentially object, he took her hand in his and followed the pair with the lovely drink in each of their hands. “Hi, excuse me? Excuse me please - er, sorry… Sorry…hi,” Doug uttered sheepishly as he raced to stand in front of them before they could walk off. The cold could be to blame, but his cheeks burned red, like it was embarrassing to randomly approach a couple of strangers all just to discover where they could get their hands on the mouthwatering delight in front of them. “So sorry to bother you,” he once again couldn’t help but apologise (some things never change), fingertips unintentionally squeezing Laurel’s hand gently. The action feeling like the most natural thing ever, just like old times. When he looked at her, amusement twinkled in her eyes, probably at the way he was starting to babble word vomit. Despite this, the smile she was trying to hide, he didn’t feel like quite the idiot he must’ve looked at. In fact, for some reason or another, he felt more assured. Like it sent a flicker of encouragement, like her mere presence offered him comfort in a time where he’d be feeling really silly or probably wouldn’t have even approached these random people to ask about their hot chocolate in the first place. Maybe she was just rubbing off on him, he liked the thought of that, it brought a smile upon his own lips. Momentarily getting distracted by being too busy admiring his ex-girlfriend, he cleared his throat to break his own thoughts as he glanced to the people in front of him, a timid, awkward smile gracing his lips. “I’m sorry to bother you but those hot choccies just looked too tempting and I had to ask - would you mind telling me… us um,” Doug paused to clear his throat before trying to finish his question. “Could you tell us or point us in the right direction so we can get one of our own? Please?” Was it possible to get redder and redder as his rambling continued? He could blame the cold but all of them probably knew otherwise. Getting flustered was his biggest talent. However, the people were lovely and helpful, advising where to go. With this newfound knowledge in tow, he thanked them profusely, wished them a very Merry Christmas and continued their quest to find the hot chocolate stand!

A few minutes later, lo and behold, they finally reached it. If it hadn’t been for Laurel pointing it out to him, he probably would have walked straight past it. Approaching the stand, he bought them both a hot chocolate each, customised to their contentment. Dougie, being Dougie, when posed with the difficult choice of deciding, he was stumped. Looking blankly from all the choices and endless combinations…To save time, he opted for everything. Which didn’t save time at all, considering that it took time for them to add all the toppings. They even asked him if he was sure which made him a tad uncertain, but with a bashful smile and an affirmed nod of his head, they obliged. His hot chocolate looked like a colourful, eclectic bundle of chaos. So much whipped cream, sauces of different flavours, ones he had no idea of what they were, topped with marshmallows and sprinkles and who knows what else. What can he say? He always had a sweet tooth. Besides, it was Christmas - there were no limitations at the most wonderful time of the year! There was probably more ‘everything else’ and probably less hot chocolate. To put it simply, his definitely looked more appealing in his head than in reality, and if he put a side by side view of expectations versus reality there probably would’ve been a biiiiiit of a difference, maybe he went a bit too far with everything else but he didn’t mind. Lesson learned, and he was going to drink his bloody hot chocolate! Paying for the drinks and offering a polite thanks, Dougie passed Laurel her hot chocolate with gleaming eyes and a bright smile and they found the perfect spot to sit and enjoy their drinks. Away from the hustle and bustle of it all but still in the vicinity, beautifully decorated with pretty lights and a massive, decorated outdoor Christmas tree in the centre of it all. A perfect view for them to sip away at. “Thanks for coming here with me, doing all… well, uh, this. It’s been great. Really lovely, and I’m hoping you had fun too,” he said, his eyes unable to contain the amount of love he still had for her. Lifting his cup up slightly, he added, “Cheers,” with a warm, lighthearted laugh, before clinking his cup against hers. Like the Cheshire cat, he could not wipe the smile off of his face if he tried. In an imperfect world and situation, this moment felt like the most perfect thing he’d experienced in years. He raised the cup to his lips, briefly blowing on it to cool it down - albeit what good would that do since the drink itself was covered by the various toppings - as he took a sip of his drink. A thoughtful hum left his lips.

“Huh. Better than I thought actually, bit sweet but not overly sweet, considering…” he mused before offering the drink to her whilst Laurel was in the middle of drinking hers. “Do you want to try? Go onnnnn, you know you wanna,” he persuaded, wiggling the cup in front of her face as if it would tempt her some more. Doug’s grin widened as she passed her cup to hold in the mean time, and he swapped it for his for her to try. He was transfixed on her, his eyes full of love and adoration. It was the happiest he’d been in a long time, and it felt relief knowing how they could simply…be. How despite their situation, this was the most normal he’d felt in a long while. Normal, but also not normal. It was too odd to explain, but either way. Here? Now? This moment? This moment was everything. “How was it? That taste alright?” Dougie laughed as Laurel returned his drink to him, handing over her drink back. She was just perfect. The smile she gave him, the sound of her laugh. She was truly mesmerising, he’d never been so in love. His gaze travelled down to her lips as he realised some of the cream had stuck to her. Chuckling softly, he gestured to his own face as an indicator. “You’ve got um,” he said, the doting smile etched across his face growing wider as she seemed to miss the spot every time. “It’s okay. Here, um, let me,” his voice was soft, gentle. Like part of him was unsure but he went anyway, leaning in a little closer to make sure he got it. His thumb gently swiping against her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips as he resisted the temptation to replace his thumb with his mouth. Swallowing thickly, as if that would eliminate all thoughts he had, it only made the urge stronger. Dougie considered it as he retracted his thumb, his eyes meeting her then glancing down once again. If only, if only. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t kissed her before. But this was different, they were different. And they were doing good. This was going well. He was too much of a coward, but it was hard to think straight when his heart was pounding in his chest, his stomach filled with the flapping wings of butterflies driving him crazy. How was he able to focus on anything when she was so close to him? When his thoughts were suddenly swimming and his stomach doing flips? Why did it feel like falling in love with Laurel for the first time all over again? 

“Got it,” he simply said, trying to steady his breathing pattern, trying to conceal the fact that every thought swirling around in his mind was just about her. Only her. “All better.”

#overnightheartbeats #dougie x laurel #another one of my clowns clowning :D and another christmas one in february :') hAHAHA #this is a complete wreck i'm so sorry again!! forgive me its nearly 3am ;-; #also god this man needs an updated gif pack :( which i was in the midst of making before my old laptop went poof and i have no access to ps #ANYWAY!!! enjoy <33333 they're cute i'm sick he's a wreck and so am i!!!!! #me@ doug: WHY R U RESISTING TEMPTATION??? JUST GO FOR IT!!!! but does he listen? no. never >.> #muse ;; douglas blackwood #douglas blackwood ;; memes #overnightheartbeats ;; laurel #answered #answered memes

[cupcraft]

i died in a mutuals dms today....imsobrave

#my musings #hi laurel

[merryfortune]

so. when i get back from my trip to japan, i want to apply to adop a cat (just/ any cat) and if the cat comes with a name that it knows, that's fine but on the off chance i get to name it, i don't kknow what i'd name it. if this wasn't a family cat, i would want to name it Loci (low-kai) but the problem is. No one else would want me to name it Loci and it would get too confusing since Loki (low-key) is a very popular cat name and I want nothing to do with m*rvel since most people know that as a fictional character and not really as a norse god so yes. problems abound. and also i need to think about nicknames because I did not think about nicknames for Buster which resulted in. an unfortunate one for him: Bussy.

#merry muses #loci like sunseed genius loci obviously #what if i chose an aromage name instead...? like rosemary or angelica or laurel or majoram or jasmine hmmm

[wild-lavender-rose]

Happy New Year, everyone. As the year comes to a close, I find that I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Excitement for all 2023 has to offer, a fear of future unknowns, more plans and resolutions than ever before, and more battle scars than one human should ever have to carry. It adds up to a kind of wonderful, terrifying beauty. Since Tumblr is known as a place where one can “scream into the void” I thought I would take a second and add my own voice to the abyss. 

I am scared. I am hopeful. I am yearning. I am broken. I am beautiful. I am messy. I am passionate. I am loud. I take up so much space some days, while others I just want to curl into myself and never wake up. I am so perfectly imperfect. And this coming year terrifies me. 2022 gave me every reason to give up. 

And yet I am still here. 

When the ball drops tonight and my world is filled up with the sound of people celebrating in the beauty of a clean slate, I will join them. I will pick myself off the ground, wipe the blood from my chin and straighten my shoulders, sword in hand. I am still here. I will still fight. Fight for my passions, my hopes, my dreams, my plans. I will fight for me, even if no one else will. 

Yes, 2023 is still a beautifully terrifying concept. But isn’t that how every dragon looks? And we’ve all defeated dragons before. Some of us have even learned how to ride them. We’ve done it before, and we’re going to do it again. That is my wish for myself and for those of you reading this. That we will have the strength to face and conquer the dragons of 2023. 

Until next year,

Laurel <3

#writers haven #laurel speaks #writers haven musings

[overnightheartbeats]

Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream How could anybody do the things you did so easily? And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong

The arguments that I have won against you in my head In the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed

Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone and I make you feel so guilty And I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry And I try to understand why you would do this all to me You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream How could anybody do the things you did so easily? And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong

Ooh, do you think I deserved it all? You built me up to watch me fall

I try to be tough, I try to be mean But even after all this, you're still everything to me And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine

#About Laurel; musings #she relates so much but in a mom/daughter relationship way #haha my muses in their feelings...nothing new

[radgirl-spray]

Rant.

it always gives me whiplash when gringos call me or other latinas on radblog "Republican" and "nazis".

Because they are so sure they are making such the point about us being nazis and bringing conservative and apocalyptic takes on them because we don't want men in females spaces, and yet from our perspective, they are still thousands of people all across latam who simply dissapeared when the north american goverment decided to interfiere in latam's politics which lead to real, actual genocides based on politic stance. Specifically being leftist.

My country in particular had one of the most brutal dictatorships in latam. Over 40.000 people were killed, tortured or simply dissapeared just to prevent socialism, despite the socialist president at the time being chosen democatrically.

Now, women, mostly college students feminists at the time were systematically tortured. I'm not talking about internet persecution or some horrible missgender crime. I'm talking of whole brigades raping 14 to 21 year old girls. I'm talking of soldiers setting girls on fire. I'm talking about men open pregnant women to dispatch the baby. I'm talking about torture and murder.

Why? because they dared to talk about politics, because they dared to talk about contraceptives. About feminine issues. For being Left.

It was also a time where the wrong opinion could get you killed, could mean your children being killed. For being brown, for being indio, for being poor. Think of you neighbour accusing you of hearing certain music and your house being raded and your teenage children being taken to a camp to never be seen again. I'm not talking 100 years ago. I'm talking my parents and anyone who is 5 years older than me.

To this day we are extremely affraid of police and the military. The levels of poverty Latam has are hardly something people in first world countries have seen in a years, because the poverty itself has been caused for said countries and their progress. I'm talking whole neighbourhoods of houses made of cardboard while some first world country leaves a bunch of chemical wasteland just right up the corner where we live so they live better.

Two years ago there was a breakout in my country, it was quite famous. You know the first thing the police did?

They raped and hanged a girl on the street. In 2021.

And then comes some random USA/Canadian citizen and calls you "a republican" and "a nazi".

Did I mention after II world war many nazis escaped to latam and formed whole german colonies for either experimenting on humans or create pedophile nets and raping centers? the more you know.

But we are nazis, we are republicans. Despite the fact that that our indigenous people recognize women as adult human females, that indigenous women were hunted down and used historically to be bred by whites colonizers just like them. Despite the fact that most of us are mestizos, that color and class go hand in hand in latam, that we have a culture heavily based on religious intakes of what's women's place and that we shut up when the men talk, because that's macho culture. We are nazis and we are republicans, despite the fact that their fucking country killed thousands of us because we wanted to try left and to hope for something more than extreme poverty. Shit, we've even been called colonizer by some chicano who doesn't even speak spanish. I mean, what are the odds.

But the white men need to speak, the gringo has something to say, they need us to respect their pronouns and go along with their progress. So they packed their bullshit religion and ship it right down the frontera, and now we have to swallow too. Because we are latinas, we live in the backyard, right? what do we know about the experiences of american dudes in skirts.

#laurel musings

[skitskatdacat63]

These sketches are dedicated to everyone in the tags of my original post agreeing with my vision 🙏 but especially to @tinyweltmeister for the little snippet you wrote!!

+ silly sketches

#actually in the tags of my og post i said 'I want to put a laurel crown in his hair' well...look! look! laurels are indeed in his hair #f1 has genuinely fundamentally changed me as a person no joke #like you guys need to understand that i basically never draw fanart or real people #but i jumped on drawing this immediately and it lowkey banished my art block #(actually funnily enough i think the last fanart i drew was humanized twink lightning mcqueen as a joke and this isnt that dissimilar) #but thats all to say: i didnt plan on drawing this #i wasnt even gonna color these but what seb wants seb gets i guess! #rennaisance era muse!seb just came and gripped me by the throat #i actually was trying to draw martian fanart like 2 days ago and it was not. working. but im actually super proud of how these came out??? #these are all rennaisance era au but that silly titanic ref one can be seen as modern martian role-playing #btw can you guys tell i have absolutely no interest in drawing 1500s clothing? I HATE IT #that is why seb is mostly naked- #sebastian vettel #mark webber #f1 fanart #f1 art #martian #sebmark #f1 #formula 1 #we do a little bit of f1 #sv5 #catie.art. #renaissance muse au

[forgaeven1]

ifykyk : but are ur muses still at the restaurant

#TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MUSES' RESTAURANT #ngl rhea is still in that chamber waiting for da3mon to show up and consummate their marriage #and gend is still in that cave where he told arya he cant be her family #and gin's is tom riddle in general ( but im not even GONNA GO INTO DEPTH ABT THIS RN ) #nev left the restaurant slowly in year 4. and didnt look back anymore by year 6. #nev's restaurant is complicated tho. cause i do think its st. mungo's for him. which he visits every other weekend #hob's restaurant is quite literally 1898 and 1998 for him #and uhhh who ELSE #and tyler's restaurant will always be his last memory of his mom.. which laurel tainted #so now i do think hes stuck there #i love this trend / concept so much do u understand #LIKE JUST. #''HELP / IM. STILL. AT. THE RESTAURANT / still sitting in the corner I HAUNT / [...] i stayed there / dust collected in my pin up hair #/ im sure uve got a wife out there. kids and christmas but im unaware cause im right where ... / i cause no harm / mind my business #if our love died young / i cant bear witness / and its been so long if u ever thing uve got it wrong / im right where / YOU LEFT ME'' #DO U GET WHAT I MEAN #gen: out of character.

[minarcana]

Holding her hand out with a treat. "Pspspspsps. C'mere kittykitty."

#ic : laurel #open if Your muse would let laurel pspspspsps them but also for #ichoric #cmere bbygirl pspspspsppspspspsps

[pink-lemonade-rose]

Along with their order to sing them first and last, the Muses endow Hesiod with a twofold gift: they give him a scepter of laurel, and they breathe into him thespis aude, a “divine human voice,” an expression that “approaches a paradox or oxymoron”. It is this human voice (aude), but one imbued with the divine (thespis), that allows Hesiod to fulfill the Muses’ demand that he celebrate [...] “the things that will be and those that were before” [....]

Jenny Strauss Clay, Hesiod's Cosmos

#jenny strauss clay #hesiod's cosmos #hesiod #mousai #the muses #theogony #inspiration #hellenic deities #laurel #daphne #voices #music #poetry #sacred sound #quotes

[childrenfromthecrypt]

@goranginumber7

Laurel, of course, had been following the story for months. She'd interviewed both of the astronauts on the flight. Captain Alex Toomey had been... difficult. Ted Lockwood was kind. They got along well; her heart had swelled at something that felt like a genuine connection, probably the first she'd has in some time. Damn, she'd been consumed in her work. She thought they were something, before the almost three months away. ...there had been a lot of time off the record for it to not be something. But maybe it was something casual. God, she never knew. And maybe that's why she was still single at forty. But still, she knew she was in love with him.

As the broadcast aired, declaring the mission has met with aliens, they went to type notes on their phone, excited to see what was a historical event that someone she cared about was a part of. What they saw was something completely different. It was him, screams of pain almost inhuman, and she could feel a tightness in her own chest, watching his concave. "No... No." She whispered to herself, before screaming at the bloody combustion, fear and agony rolling into one. She could hardly hear she screams that the world would soon end, their own moon on a collision course. What choice did she have but to wait helplessly, praying to a possibly nonexistent god that the afterlife would be kinder to her and Ted.

#goranginumber7 #((pardon my word vomit)) #muse: laurel #v; main