come into the water 🩸

hi i found my perfect fancast for carmen farooq-lane while online shopping for blazers

How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

writing quiet characters

He looked at him. He looked at him in a different way. Blinked. He tilted his head. He looked at him sideways. Under his lashes. In a unique kind of tilt. In a violent sort of way. He stared at him in a kind of way you haven’t read about before. He sighed. He looked away. He looked at a different away. He stared. Considered. Pondered. He was silent but it was interesting, somehow. It was a questioning sort of silence. Puzzled. He was still. He went even more still. He was barely breathing. He was dead with anticipation. He tensed. He relaxed minutely. The seconds ticked by, silently. He waited. He narrowed his eyes. His eyes widened. He followed you with them. His eyes. He did something that was nothing but filled the required beat of a line. He

Brick panel with a lion, from the Palace of Darius I, Achaemenid Empire, 522-486 BC

tumblr is not social media. idk how to explain but its so calm here. like this is the field and the valleys. over there is the town and people. but here we are little sheep in our pastures eating our grass and laying in the sun <3

sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world

tes THDPSSSSPS 💜

wgat did u say

(by @brawltogethernow)

Fields of Bluebonnets, (1923) /  Bluebonnet Field, (1912)

Antarctica Abandoned Stations

warm night, cool market

hey so. everybody needs some kind of creative outlet that they don't plan to monetize or side hustle or even get all that good at.

just make something for the joy of crafting it. this is how you keep the demons at bay.

(i'm serious, the demons hate that shit.)

just make something for you and let that be enough, okay?

skinny fleas

Adam Parrish was a very quiet kid.

That was, of course, fitting, considering Aurora only ever saw him in the school library, which was theoretically supposed to be a quiet place. That was never the case, of course, but as it was only ever used by children who didn’t really mind noise as they paged through their favorite comic book, it was quite all right.

Most children only came to the library when their class was scheduled to come, and only some of them got advantage of the save heaven it provided, when it was scorching hot outside and they were ushered out of the classrooms. Ronan came quite often, too, but that was only because she was the librarian, and even he decided, on some days, he’d rather play outside than spend more time with his mom, who after all he’d be seeing later at home again.

If there’d been an attendance book, Aurora would’ve had to gift Adam Parrish a prize.

That’s why Adam Parrish’s foolproof “Good mornin’, Ma’am” not a minute after the bell rang, before he quietly shuffled to his preferred spot by the window, was a bit worrying.

why has nobody else published stuff in this tag after all this time 😭

skinny fleas

Adam Parrish was a very quiet kid.

That was, of course, fitting, considering Aurora only ever saw him in the school library, which was theoretically supposed to be a quiet place. That was never the case, of course, but as it was only ever used by children who didn’t really mind noise as they paged through their favorite comic book, it was quite all right.

Most children only came to the library when their class was scheduled to come, and only some of them got advantage of the save heaven it provided, when it was scorching hot outside and they were ushered out of the classrooms. Ronan came quite often, too, but that was only because she was the librarian, and even he decided, on some days, he’d rather play outside than spend more time with his mom, who after all he’d be seeing later at home again.

If there’d been an attendance book, Aurora would’ve had to gift Adam Parrish a prize.

That’s why Adam Parrish’s foolproof “Good mornin’, Ma’am” not a minute after the bell rang, before he quietly shuffled to his preferred spot by the window, was a bit worrying.

Rosengarten Massif, Dolomites, South Tyrol, Hugo Hodiener (1886-1945)

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

In my weak defense I’m in a lot of smaller or old fandoms and you take what you get. Also i don’t usually use the exclude option and i love when the crack is treated seriously.

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