#now and forever

[leclercskiesahead]

He

#when he does this #he is the captain #now and forever #carlos sainz jr #scuderia ferrari #f1 #miami 2024

[azertyrobaz]

You with me?

#now and forever #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #grogu #pedro pascal #baby yoda #clan of two #din grogu #star wars #mandalorian #the return #my gifs

[justcallmehappy]

“Rain”

(Step 2) Qiu Lin x gn!MC

Synopsis: Rain was always bittersweet to you. However, for Mx. Qiu Lin, it was the opposite. They find the rain calming, so why is it that Qiu and your opinions have switched today?

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was angstier than i meant it to be… also, i haven’t written in a bit so i’m pretty rusty. still, i hope you enjoy!

A song to listen to while reading:

•

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Thump!

Your backpack drops onto the floor, utterly soaked. Of course, you are, too.

You made the mistake of not checking the weather to see if it would rain today. Since it was so sunny this morning, you simply assumed it would be nice and warm all day.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Ugh…”

Still standing in the entryway, you peel your sweater off, scrunching your nose up at the sensation that never fails to make the hairs on your arms prickle.

Though it’s safe to say the weather isn’t the only thing that’s dampened your mood.

Tamarack caught a cold; another reason as to why you were in this predicament in the first place.

She always makes sure to check the weather.

The floorboards creak as you make your way up the stairs and into your room to get changed into something a little less soggy.

Normally you would shower, but your fingers itched to glide across the keys of your beloved piano.

Ah yes, your piano.

Qiu used to joke that you enjoyed the object’s company more than their own; that was a lie, of course.

When you moved into Golden Grove, your mother offered to sign you up for some extra curricular activities; that included piano.

Quickly, you fell in love with the instrument. It was sort of an escapism for you; a way to tell a beautiful story without having to say a word.

And so, you bound down the stairs, emitting a loud groan from creaky old things as you eagerly approach the beautiful baby grand.

A soft smile eases its way onto your lips as you stand in front of the sheek instrument. Gently, you run a finger over the shiny, black surface.

A thin layer of dust goes along with your finger as you pull away, but you pay it no mind as you turn to the strewn about pile of sheet music on top of the piano.

Shuffling through the papers, you find a song you’ve recently learned; all on your own, outside of private lessons.

You deem that its nostalgic sound is fitting for a day like today, and promptly pull out the piano bench your mother had bought from the antique store just for you.

You sit down on the familiar, worn mahogany cushion as you place the music onto the stand.

Your fingers hover over their starting positions as your eyes trace the familiar bars of music.

Then, you begin to play.

• • •

Qiu lets out a long sigh as they stare out their window, sprawled across their bed.

This is what they’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes; just… lying there, watching the rain droplets fall.

There’s something about rainy days that’s always managed to calm Qiu’s restless mind. However, today is different.

They feel… off.

Unsettled.

Uncomfortable.

Why? Well, that’s the very same thing they’re mulling over right now.

“Tamarack’s sick; but that can’t be it…”

After all, the two aren’t friends anymore.

Qiu’s brows furrow at the thought and their mind drifts to someone they are friends with.

You.

You, still the kind and caring kid you’ve been since you first met on that fateful day a little over four years ago now.

Sometimes Qiu would feel guilty; their relationship with Tamarack surely put you in an awkward position, but you’d never shown any signs of discomfort, much less talked about it.

You’ve always managed to intercept and mediate any arguments they’ve had, though they’d be an idiot to miss the worried and tired undertones of your voice and expressions.

Of course, Tamarack never noticed.

Stupid Tamarack.

Qiu rolls over onto their back, fixing their gaze onto their off-white ceiling.

When they were little they used to beg their parents to put up little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling so it could look like they were staring at the sky as they fall asleep, but their parents refused, saying it would just wake them up more.

Qiu still didn’t understand their logic; the stars are relaxing, fake or not.

Suddenly, they sit up.

They’d reached a conclusion; they’d go over to your house. You’d know a way to entertain them, no matter how much you complained that you weren’t their jester.

Qiu’s legs swing over the side of their bed as they get up to retrieve their navy blue damp coat from the sad pile in the middle of the floor.

Zipping up their jacket, they quietly shuffle down their stairs and to where they left their shoes earlier.

Their father was busy on a meeting with a client and their mother was out on a grocery trip.

Not that they need permission to visit you.

The fluffy rim of their hood tickles them as they pull it up and open their front door.

Whoosh!

Their hood is immediately blown off and a cold, stinging sensation barrades their face.

They frown and wipe their cheeks of the relentless droplets that just pelted them.

Qiu suppresses a shiver as they once again pull up their hood, this time clutching it to their head.

A huff comes from their mouth, a white cloud of breath with it; it shouldn’t take this much effort just to see what their neighbor is doing, but it does.

That annoys them.

However, deep down, they know that you’d do the same for them if they ever called on you.

Which Qiu hasn’t. And Qiu won’t.

They trudge through the long, grueling two minute walk to your house. However, instead of going to the front door, they decide to go to the back, just to switch things up a little.

There’s already been so much change these past few months, why not sprinkle in a little more?

They groan as they realize just how much more suffering they’re putting themselves through just by that one harmless decision.

But it’d be worth it.

As they approach your back door, they’re about to knock until they hear a quiet melody from inside.

Their fist hovers over the damp, wooden door as a delicate set of notes float through the air.

The wind gently pushes Qiu’s hood down again but they pay it no mind, instead blankly staring at the door in front of them.

Their bottom lip snags between their teeth as they clench their fists.

Damn it. They really didn’t feel like getting emotional today.

Why was the melody so sad yet happy at the same time?

Before they knew it, rain drops weren’t the only thing rolling down their cheeks.

As the gentle song plays through the air, Qiu’s gaze lowers to the porch beneath them. Their previous fist, now a limp hand, rests at their side.

Now they know why they’re crying.

This song gave them a sense of familiarity; their uncertainty of their identity yet at the same time, complete security in their friendship with you.

…Friendship.

That’s all it is. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves.

Qiu sniffles, wiping a tear.

Why can’t they just be honest with themself?

You’ve always been special to them; they knew that. But they didn’t know if it was a friend kind of special or a romantic kind of special.

“…No,”

They murmur softly.

“…Not yet.”

• • •

Your fingers rest on the keys as you play the final chord of the song, smiling quietly to yourself.

Something about this song reminds you of Qiu. You can’t quite put a finger on why, but you thought that if Qiu were a song, this would be them.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of navy blue passes by the window in a familiar shape.

Your brows furrow as your gaze shifts to the backdoor of your home. Slowly, you stand.

You make your way over to the door, gripping the handle. Gently, you pull the door open.

“…Qiu?”

However, only the heavy rainfall greets you back.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

•

#fics #our life now and forever #our life #ol2 #olnf #olnf qiu #qiu lin #light angst #x reader #x you #now and forever

[whitepoppyflower]

It was supposed to be experimental doodle for just my mc layze but it end up like that somehow ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ oh well it's very cute in the end. adding tamarack and qiu is good choice layze won't be lonely. (Just using eyes and eyebrows are so cute me dying ;w;)

#gb patch #our life #mc #our life mc #now and forever #oc art #our life game #our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #our life qiu #our life tamarack #olnf qiu #olnf mc #olnf tamarack #olnf #olnf oc

[makeyoumine69]

He’s a God, indeed.

Many thanks to @iron-flavored-lipgloss for sharing this with me.

#patrick bateman #american psycho #christian bale #sumerian comics #american psycho comic #he’s my religion #now and forever

[boydswan]

NOW AND FOREVER (1934)

#carole lombard #gary cooper #now and forever #now and forever 1934 #classicfilmsource #mine

[zuzusexytiems]

anyway fuck israel

#free palestine #now and forever #FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA #PALESTINE WILL BE FREE

[ringosmistress]

The End

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #love #the beatles memes #beatles #memes #beatles memes #now and then #now and forever

[vemrill]

#i stand with palestine #now and forever #make art about it

[saints-who-never-existed]

Never not infuriated thinking about just how similar Crozier and Little actually are in a lot of ways.

Little has very little artifice to him as we've just been discussing, no airs and graces, and neither does Crozier!

He has no ear for politics! The Church of England gives him hives!

I don't know what the bigger tragedy is - that they're both so incapable of being anything other than what they are, or that what each man is at his core is so fundamentally, insurmountably incompatible with what the other man is at his.

#There's also something to be said for the fact that they're both - to the best of my limited knowledge - 'middle bred' #Not from humble beginnings exactly but not necessarily of the same aristocratic stock as many of their peers #There's something more to be said about the anxieties and insecurities that would bring #But that's a post for another time I think #Anyway I'm fascinated and vexed by their relationship in equal measurr #Now and forever #The Terror #Francis Crozier #Edward Little #Observations #Meta

[vampire-cathedral]

People, especially settlers, have a lot of misconceptions about the idea of land back, most relevantly about the phrase "from the river to the sea". It is not calling for Jewish genocide or Jews to be forcibly removed via genocide from Palestine. When we say "From the river to the Sea, Palestine will be free" it means exactly that, a Free Palestine, and that means getting the Israeli government out. NOT the Jewish people, but the occupying State of Israel. So many Jews and Palestinians have stood together in solidarity against State violence and colonization. Historically, they regarded each other as friends and neighbors, watched each other's kids. But how can you regard people who take over your homes, imprison and slaughter your people and raze your lands and burn your olive trees as neighbors?

As an American and an anarchist, I understand hating a state but loving its people. That is where I learned about Land Back, this concept of native sovereignty. There's this fear amongst settlers that colonized people will do everything to them that they did first, they're afraid of revenge. But indigenous peoples want justice, peace, things everyone wants bc they are people. We are all just people. And as an anarchist, I don't believe in states and borders, but in collaboration.

#free palestine #now and forever #i had a convo w my family and this is what i wish i had said #land back

[dustiscium]

When the full game comes out, I better see a lot of playlists for the individual characters from the playthrough (including mom 🥹), you know the ones, that portray/present the characters in some way, in this format (any time now fellas, keeping an eye out for them 🤷🏾‍♀️)!

(These aren't real, I just made them)

Sharing an umbrella with Tamarack

Riding behind Qiu's bike

Chilling with Renee

In the "Boys club" with Baxter

My suggestions (Not sure if it's good) :

Ember Island - Umbrella  (Tamarack, all steps)

MIKA ft. Ariana Grande - Popular Song  ( Qiu, all steps )

JVKE - golden hour (Qiu, steps 3-4)

Mindy Gledhill- I Do Adore (Tamarack, steps 2)

I wouldn't mind- he is we (For both love interests)

Jason Chen - Best Friend (For both, but leaning toward Tamarack)

James Arthur - Say You Won't Let Go (For both, Steps 3-4)

Sam Smith - Stay With Me (For both, Steps 3-4)

Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor (Feat. John Legend) (For both, Steps 3-4)

Auburn - Perfect Two (For both love interests)

*Do you guys think cello covers of songs work for Tamarack?

Extra (Although I'm interested in listening to the playlists more, I just thought I drop some for mom)

Opal/mom playlist

Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

Sugarland - Mother 

Michael Bublé - Forever Now 

#Reene #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #baxter #ourlife #our life now and forever #playlist #music #youtube #tumbler #now and forever #unbrella #popular #golden hour #I do adore #gb patch #gb patch games

[samantitheos]

A great historical moment can be recognized by its pixels alone.

#gallavich #club kiss supremacy #now and forever #repost #i dunno i'm cooler on twitter #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless

[invisiblemonstrosity]

going to port washington - the mountain goats // photo by deborah sheedy

#Been on my tmg shit #now and forever #deborah sheedy #photo #photography #art #aesthetic #aes #lyrics #edit #words words words #tmg lyrics #tmg #the mountain goats #the mountain goats lyrics #lyric edit #typography #typo #lyric #tmg posting #h8 #my edit

[boydswan]

Gary Cooper & Shirley Temple in

NOW AND FOREVER (1934)

#gary cooper #shirley temple #now and forever #now and forever 1934 #classicfilmsource #mine #henry hathaway #here am I queue me

[zuzusexytiems]

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#FREE PALESTINE #NOW AND FOREVER