thetrailofyourbloodinthesnow

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hindu Religions & Lore, Mahabharata - Vyasa Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Krishna/Radha (Hindu Religions and Lore) Characters: Krishna (Hindu Religions & Lore), Radha (Hindu Religions & Lore) Additional Tags: Dorks in Love, Dialogue Heavy, Comedy, smooth Krishna, naive Radha, this is just me enjoying writing banter Summary:

Krishna's sweet compliments always make Radha swoon. She wants to make him feel the same, if only she could come up with something cool to say.

#hi i'm not dead #just posting this here #my fic #hindu mythology #radhakrishna #krishna #radha #mythology and folklore

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mahabharata - Vyasa, Hindu Religions & Lore Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Savitri/Satyavan Characters: Savitri, Satyavan Additional Tags: Smut, angsty sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Biting, Self-Denial, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Angst, Insecurity, Secrets, Oneshot, Canon Compliant Series: Part 21 of Mahabharata fics Summary:

Savitri is hiding something from him.

Out of the corner of his eye, or in those few moments when he returns after a long day’s work and before she realizes he has entered the hut, he will see her closing her eyes as though in pain, biting her lip and furrowing her forehead. As the days go by, her smiles become fewer and fewer. Her attention flags. Something troubles her, and no matter how directly or how gently he asks her, she will not answer.

anakaha (Hindi): unsaid

#mahabharata #savitri #satyavan #damn ally this is hot! #and also heartwarming #thanks for the tag!

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my first thought when:

friend doesn't immediately text back: i will miss my friend, who is dead.

stomach hurts: i have been poisoned.

power goes out: the apocalypse is here, i have no provisions, i will die in this new world.

phone rings: it's the police, i will be arrested for unknown reasons.

car behind me honks: i will be followed home and casually murdered with a hammer.

loud thunder at 2 a.m: alien invasion, i will be vaporized.

tingling sensation in legs: i have a tropical bird disease. my brain is eating itself.

#about me #hello anxiety my old friend #these are all me except for the one about the power going out #I got so used to it happening back home that now I'm always like *shrug*

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Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca (1942)

#ingrid bergman #casablanca #movies

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#anya taylor joy

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historical figures → octavia minor

Octavia, byname Octavia Minor, (born c. 69 BC—died 11 BC), was the full sister of Octavian (later the emperor Augustus) and wife of Mark Antony.

Octavia was the daughter of Gaius Octavius and his second wife, Atia. Before 54 BC Octavia was married to Gaius Marcellus, by whom she had two daughters (the Marcellae) and a son (Marcus). On the death of Gaius Marcellus in 40 she was married to Mark Antony, who at the time was ruling the Roman state with Octavian and Marcus Aemilius Lepidus. At first this marriage helped to reduce tensions between Antony and Octavian, and when the two rulers quarreled in 37, Octavia brought about peace between them, which resulted in the Treaty of Tarentum. But in 36 Antony left Italy to command troops in Parthia and while in the East resumed his liaison with the Ptolemaic Egyptian queen Cleopatra VII. Although Octavia brought troops and money to him (35), he refused to see her, and in 32 he obtained a divorce. Octavia was a faithful wife and mother who raised Antony’s children by Cleopatra along with her own children. After the death of her son Marcellus in 23, she withdrew from public life. The Porticus of Octavia in Rome is named for her.

#history

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The day people start seeing redemption as an ongoing series of choices that someone decides to make because they want to be better rather than an abstract concept that someone is rewarded with because they’re inherently ““deserving”” of it is the day I will know peace.

#fiction #writing

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“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”

— Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

#jane eyre

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Another movie still redraw, the iconic Golden Trio Judging You (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince)

Featuring a guest

#hp

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John Douglas Miller (1860-1903) after Frederic Leighton (1830-1896), Summer Slumber, 1898, etching. - Aesthethos Facebook - Instagram - Shop

#art

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Every time I see that post that’s something like “weird, but technically not a sin,” I think about being seven or eight years old and bawling to the priest that I had scaled the walls of the pantry in my home like a spider monkey in order to eat all of the cookies that my parents had naïvely hidden on the top shelf to keep me from getting into them and wailing that I was a hopeless criminal and hearing just dead silence on the other side of the little wall.

#lol

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#greek mythology #lovely

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Marie Antoinette (2006) Director: Sofia Coppola

#marie antoinette

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#the wizard of oz

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Lily: I hate you

James: *in his head* enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, 300k+ words

#hp #jily #lol

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Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

#omg #fanfiction #this is super helpful lol

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THIS is the bear cave painting i was talking about, the line weight, the proportions, the fine details around the face, and the fact that this all had to be drawn from memory, idk man, it’s incredible to me. if i could meet one person from history it’d be the person that painted this bear 30,000 years ago

#art #🥺