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[foolishmeowing]

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[hesflowers]

Hiya! ◡‿◡✿

We already are 1k of flowers! For the followers, thank you so much for being part of my garden. You all are my flowers, one different from the other. Each one has an essence. I love you.

But if you’re just passing through here like a butterfly, welcome!

Lots of love, C. xx

#special 1k #thankful #i love you #◡‿◡✿ #(F)O(L)L(OWERS)

[rachelambor]

me: *is playing or showing someone lis nathan: is boutta come up me: !◕‿◕✿ nathan: is hella boutta come up me: !!(▰∀◕)ﾉ nathan: ‪is FUCKING boutta come up me: !!!!೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨ nathan: comes up me: !!!!!!!!!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#my BABYBOY #i lvoe him sosmcuch #shut up jodie #◡‿◡✿ #my bub #he makes me ???? so hAPpy #i so fucking love to talk about luke and nathan ohmyogjdf #*babyboys #nathan prescott #life is strange #lis

[caffeinecatt]

The way to get better stories on screen is to self-generate and find projects to make, for yourself or other women, something I can get interested in and involved in, instead of spending a lot of time waiting for projects to come along produced by the industry.

#carey mulligan #cmulligan #cmulliganedit #◡‿◡✿ #* #wonderfulwomendaily #dailywomenedit #daftorpunk #flawlessbeautyqueens

[captainheroism]

ask me to follow you and you can be sure I won't ◡‿◡✿

#em for ts #◡‿◡✿

[rozy-m]

#◡‿◡✿ #Adam Anderson #BAYERN 3 #skoh #hurtsband

[aboutchopsuey]

why is your art so magical ???? ★☆ ❀ ◡ ❀ ☆★

why are you so niCE ????

#thank you ssweet bean #◡‿◡✿ #Anonymous

[mutantism-archive-blog]

i.

their interest in each other is stuttering; it's a slow growth. it's a plant, unwatered, half dead, growing badly in a dark cupboard. 

but growing.

ii.

he's not there when erik visits. call it luck or call it disappointing.

there's guilt and a sense of comfort (a strange and so far unidentified feeling to erik) in the fact he knows how easily jakob's front door falls open with no keys and the right leverage. 

how many times has he been here unaccompanied? twice? three times? four, if you count getting caught by a girl curled in one of jakob's chairs like a tamed guard dog? maybe five. 

he doesn't do a routine at the door; doesn't put down his bag, doesn't take off his shoes. his entrance is almost medical, almost archeological; entering a preserved tomb for inspection.

why he escapes to here, he doesn't know.

he stands in front of the old cooker for too long. 

he rolls his sleeves up, as jakob does. he turns the tap on with a slower hand, with a heavier touch than his usual. it creaks before spitting water. he collects the water in his palm, the smell of it metallic, and practises cradling it as jakob would.

he flicks it off, shakes his sleeves down. the tiny kitchen window looks out onto another apartment block, the view all brick and concrete. no curious eyes witnessed his strange acting, but he still retreats from it quickly.

he looks in the cupboards. he has little tenderness for things, for inanimate objects, but he touches the cans on the shelf anyway. three of them are past their sell-by. he turns over a half empty bag of brown sugar in his hands and skims the back of it. the ingredients are written in polish jakob barely speaks.

he leaves the apartment as it is, door propped open, and likes that it remains disturbed by his presence. it's a slow wander to the polski corner shop at the end of the road. the street, overcrowded, is a bastardisation of more cultures than he can name. he doesn't touch anything in the shop, he doesn't buy anything. he goes from aisle to aisle, not knowing what he's looking for. the women behind the counter don't acknowledge him as he leaves empty handed, two old sisters laughing in croaky polish and filling the liqueur cabinet behind the till with minty cigarette smoke. 

he makes his way back to find jakob pulling his bike up the front stairs. the urge to leave before he's seen  passes.

iii.

     "you've looked at her shoes four times in the last two       minutes. do you want to talk about it?" 

jakob's voice is impatient. not unkind. he doesn't let the question break his stride with his spaghetti. 

(does raven, at the mansion, even realise she's  missing them? or, here, are they not missing?)

erik wonders if jakob leans over the table for everyone; whether his elbows either side of the plate and his hands gesturing well into the middle of the table are an imposing overfamiliarity everyone is subjected to. 

     "we don't have to talk about it."

they speak in german, a kindness only offered recently, for the english jakob forgets chunks of on late nights like this. 

     "but you want to." 

his fork scrapes against the plate.

      "she's a good friend." 

     "is this a warning?" 

     "i'll get there."

     "why do you think you have to?"

erik chews and finishes his mouthful, staring at the door. 

     "because i think you have nothing to lose from this."

jakob's eyes are dark and flat, staring at him, before they flicker back to his plate.

i think you thought 'why not?'. i think you haven't been responsible for anyone but yourself in a long time. 

(is there something familiar about that, boytchik?  is the warning visceral?)  

v.

erik's visits are unarranged, are invasive, are characterised by him talking in a distracted way, looking around the apartment with wandering eyes. jakob's visit is planned between them. scheduled. he arrives on time, out of breath from the bike ride.

#*drabble #something for their current relationship #my boy s #a gift to myself once again #◡‿◡✿ #*reichandwrong #this is so bad and so unpolished but Big Shrugs

[theplaguelord]

wнy do yoυ reмαιɴ? ιѕ eтerɴαl reѕт ɴoт preғerαвle тo eхιѕтeɴce αмoɴɢ ѕυcн pαтнeтιc rαceѕ?

❅—”Can you hear them?     It was not a question warranting a simple answer, and neither was the inquirer. But long had the San’layn contended with this dilemma. His words were carefully laced together, the immensity of emotion they deserved, mitigated by the stillness of an undead spirit.            ❝You know much of this story- for we share much of its history. But I once lived in a manner more lavish and more replete with decadence than any mortal king this Age can claim. As a youth, I watched the seas swallow that place in a fury of contempt and destruction. I knew no home. I was then herded into a civilization that reviled me, to my very spirit. And I knew no home.

         Then, an elf named Dath’Remar Sunstrider spoke of a place, of a kingdom, that would embrace my gifts, be borne of them. And I gladly accepted exile in exchange for the offer to live within this vision. And it was a vision; resplendence from edge to edge. It was like living within an embrace.

         It was not a replica of my former Quel’dorei civilization that I found within Quel’Thalas; it was not even a replacement. But gazing upon the majesty of the Eternal Land, I had found home. You see, for me, home comes with kin, it arrives bearing purpose. The petty races that surround me exist in nigh irrelevancy. 

         I offered Quel’Thalas my undying dedication long ago, as a High Elf youngling, and I suppose she yet holds me to it, for I have not found sleep despite the wars and in spite of the ferocity of her enemies. The ties I have that bind me to others is tenuous. But by the time I was lich-touched,  my love of my kingdom and her people had seeped far deeper than the curse of undeath could reach. My selfish will is endless. I will persist for as long as Quel’Thas has need of a ruinous protector.” 

                                                  —The restless dead weep for at last, to sleep.”

#dalishnu #The Grave Speaks #Answered Asks #This is an elf who hits on dirt when he's drunk. #◡‿◡✿ #Elven dirt. #his secrets #headcanon stuff

[taurielthewarrior]

people should send tau christmas presents. ◡‿◡✿

#i will love you forever. #◡‿◡✿

[en-prosa]

"We're a good group of players. We'll do our best to have a good season and get back our place in Europe. We can only learn from games like today's. The way we played during the second half is the one we must build upon. I feel very happy, very comfortable here. I feel like I'm adapting nicely and I'm really grateful for how helpful everyone at the club has been so far: my teammates, the manager, the staff. It's up to me now, I must work hard to be able to give it back to them with goals and good performances, so at the end of the season we can all say it was worth it." - Fernando Torres (x)

#◡‿◡✿ #fernando torres #my edits

[seriouslymulder]

things that give me life: mulder/scully height difference

#the x files #mulder and scully #◡‿◡✿

[captainheroism]

between Bobbi & Hunter from AOS and Laurel & Frank from HTGAWM, I'm finding myself having new ships ◡‿◡✿

#em for ts #and my little finger is telling me i totally should gif them #◡‿◡✿

[jamesmcvoymoved-blog]

give me people to follow?

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