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oneluckydragon · 7 months
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✨Team Wish, my beloved.
An extra in case anyone was wondering about their dynamic:
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so like does Jeremy have a thing for the color blue or am I reading too much into two small very minor part of tsc
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eyra · 5 months
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I just finished Beneath a Big Blue Sky, and I had to run here and tell you how it filled my heart. It was completely uplifting to read your words as they so wonderfully described a summer in the country: the changing of the season; the light on the fell; the sounds of the quiet (which is never truly quiet). And to witness as Sirius falls in love with it all too? I'm jealous of him! It was fab start to finish - thank you for sharing it with us!
P.S. please tell me the rare-breed at Beech Hall Farm were herdys? Can you imagine? Snuffles as a herdy?! Deceased.
Thank you for this lovely message! I will never ever get tired of describing the English countryside so I’m glad it worked for you here 🌾🌿🌞
So I must confess that the sheep at Beech Hall Farm are a bit of a nebulous, undefined mix - obviously I’m most used to seeing Swaledales which are so cute and lovely but black Swaledales are incredibly rare and I needed something that a) lambs a bit later, b) usually just has the one lamb and c) could realistically bring in An Amount of money with their wool - so a certain amount of imagination is required…
Fully support the theory that they’re Herdwicks though.
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There he is 🙇‍♀️ x
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linkneol091 · 10 months
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also before I’m going to sleep, with all that Miguel hype I gotta say:
I LOVE MJ I NEED TO MAKE THOUSANDS FANARTS OF HER
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She needs more appreciation fr ( also me loving her )(or pete idc)
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br1ghtestlight · 2 days
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ranking my object ocs names from most to least believeable as an actual name in our society and in different cultures
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nolanfa · 10 months
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Blue turning purple. Soggy cloth. Wet sound when the fingers bend (sloshing inside the costume). Iron smell at the back of the throat, mixed with the sharp artificial scent of the suit high in the nose. Heavy limbs.
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here on AO3
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sansloii · 3 months
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The moment the airship touched ground, the sea-swept princess was among the first off of it — preceding even her sister in disembarking. With renewed energy, the princess all but beelines for the study she and the queen share, sidestepping castle staff as she passes them and offering little more than an informal greeting in response to them welcoming her back. She didn't wish to be so hasty in her greetings to them… but she was in a little bit of a rush. A thought had bubbled into her head the moment they'd landed, and she had to get it down before the idea slipped through her fingers entirely. She'd have to extend an apology to them sometime later…
…She'd have to extend that same apology to her sister and Ezra later.
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carcarrot · 10 months
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composing an incredibly detailed and informed rant about the indiewire juliette binoche retrospective they're doing for the quad cinema and how there are SUCH better choices from her filmography than the ones they picked
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volcanicflowers · 2 years
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*thinks about how in blue sky, hardlight wheatley’s chest plays “hard sunshine” instead of having a heartbeat*
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dreamyberry · 7 months
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#I am so nauseated#I can’t see the sunshine for a week that it turns immediately into a storm#this really is life huh#grey clouds and when you are happy about something it turns against you#restarting your Brain 10x#Van Gogh knew it all#sadness will last forever#and people do get weirded out at my art and see I am depressed and that scared them away#I don’t really feel like doing anything at all anymore#maybe I should see a friend#my best friend replied once in a blue moon#i am so tired of living everytime I think I’m doing good I shipwreck again#rule no 1 keep your business for yourself and count til 10 before spilling#why do I have this stupid hobbies that don’t bring me anything anyway and don’t like clubbing and all that shit#I am SO made for self destruction#though I warned myself!#how do you really love yourself#they say feeling hurt and disappointments are part of life but if you only go through life just carrying your body about#and the rest is grim days and then you get to have a couple moments where you are truly happy#than why shouldn’t I just refuse this all and jump off a cliff#I don’t do it bc it would scare me too much and for family#don’t really give a frick if I die tomorrow and that’s terrible to say but here the bitter truth I’ve been living with for a decade#with a 1/2 year pause#now back to draw myself with 10 swords in my stomach#and to everybody irl may read this I’m sorry for not being fun and lively enough n that all I have is my arguably pretty face#great to waste the prime of your life by feeling like this!
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runkakerurun · 1 year
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my favourite arbitrary love live headcanon is that kanan is colourblind (tritanomaly)
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Ugh, princess and the frog, princess and the frog, princess and the frog, princess and th—
like UGH tiana and sora line up so well, it kills me
IT ENDS me!
JUST.
*screeching*
GAHDNBDHABSKSKKAMAMA GOD
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booksandmore · 2 years
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Do you ever think about how your first favorite character and new favorite characterwould interact? For example, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, the first man I've ever loved, would be adopted by Bruce 'I'd adopt myself' Wayne if he didn't have parents and was under eighteen
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starlight-diving · 8 months
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Anyone else ever have the problem of having a super specific favorite color
Like no the color i like isn't just blue, it never could be just blue- it's the color of the deepest parts of the sky, right after a afternoon thunderstorm when the clouds break open and the sun is just started to peak through creating a striking contrast of white and sky and absolute vibrance
but nooooo that's too long of an answer so I have to settle with blue
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br1ghtestlight · 8 months
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all my characters are a little bit unlikeable and annoying thats their job. they're all kinda terrible
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neo-nomatrix · 4 months
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
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word count: 851
summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.
“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”
“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.
“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.
“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”
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“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.
You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.
“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.
“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.
“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.
“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.
“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.
“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.
“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.
“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.
“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.
“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.
“He was always my favorite,” he adds.
“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.
“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
“You’re staring, again” You mention.
“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.
“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”
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It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.
“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”
“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks
“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.
“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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