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unboundtravels · 1 year ago

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 21/23: TWILIGHT

"What about me?" "If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave."

It feels like it’s raining. Although the clouds hang in the way of the sun, there is still an afternoon afterglow… and yet despite the months still creeping through the midst of summer, the wind is still very cold today in the city of Freedom. There is an almost unanimous silence save for the howling and the whipping of the wind… the beating of the flags that flow through the breeze. The water of the fountain is still, and the lights are low. The world almost looks distinctly colorless… absent of the cool aftertaste that’d follow a pleasant warmth. The world feels more absent today.

The People of Mondstadt did not care much for Lady Eula Lawrence. Her bloodline was responsible for many, if not most of, the issues that plagued Mondstadt so fiercely into its present. To this very day, The Knights of Favonius were working hard to clean up the mess of those who had come before. Of those Knights was Lady Lawrence, who was fiercely dedicated in her pursuit of redemption… and yet she dealt every day with the harsh whispers of those who could not separate the past from the present… those who did not understand the ever-changing nature of the human soul and its relationship to time.

They were wrong about her. That is the truth of the matter. Eula was a beautiful soul, a kind and dedicated one. She looked out for those in need and did what she could to help the innocent. Considered by many of her allies to be a responsible friend and an excellent warrior, she was supported unconditionally by those under her command. Eula was the best of parts of Humanity condensed into one singular form… not bound by convention… solving her problems in a unique way and handling the world one day at a time. The people of Mondstadt were simply wrong about Eula Lawrence.

When the chips were down, The city of Mondstadt was threatened… when the whole of creation was threatened… Eula stepped forward, to act as a shield for her people and her home. She could’ve turned away, could’ve stood on the sidelines… but it was her nature and her responsibility to put her home first. There was no love lost between her and Mondstadt, but the fact of the matter was that there were people there who were counting on her, and she had to return. No one could fault her for that. Even if they’d fail, at least they’d fail together… and while they were together, nothing could dismay the Knights and their cause.

It feels like it’s raining.

It’s been a week since the threat of Celestia was quelled, and the people of Teyvat were freed from the confines of an oppressive destiny. The road there was not without sacrifice, however… and of those who stood and fought, not all came out intact. Among those who had fought and been claimed by the battle… was Lady Eula Lawrence. She died as she lived: Protecting those who meant the most to her. Her friends— the family she’d made after cutting ties with the clan that she’d disgraced. In the knights, she’d found new meaning and new purpose… or at least, the start of that new purpose, and she was happy. However, that would not stop her fellow Knights from mourning her loss.

The Funeral service ended an hour ago, and Outrider Amber stood near the entrance of the Favonious Headquarters, the wind biting at her skin. She wonders why it feels like it’s raining despite the absence of thunderclouds or rain. Perhaps Barbatos is allowing them to have the feeling and the sensations without the fuss. Amber is allowed to live in denial for just a bit longer, wiping away tears with her thumb as she shudders out an exhale. Despite the fact that the people of Mondstadt had cared very little about Eula, her last act of life had opened eyes and touched hearts. Everyone had been at her funeral… and she’d just escaped the fond wishes and condolences… but The Outrider’s mind was scattered.

The Captain of The Cavalry Guard and The Grandmaster had noted how distracted she’d looked… chalking it up to grief and attempting to comfort the Outrider over the loss of her friend. Although Amber had tried to explain with sincere genuineness that she was simply looking for someone in the crowd. She didn’t see him in the service, she didn’t see him in the wake, and even as the people exited the church and returned to their homes… she didn’t see him. She eventually, almost dejectedly, sat on the steps leading up to The Favonious Headquarters. A sigh escaped her, and her fingers grazed at a wooden box carefully. He was looking for The Spindrift’s companion, as Lady Lawrence had left one more thing for the one her heart belonged to. Amber was almost ready to give up until her eyes saw the crowd thinning… and there, walking toward the gate out of the city…

She was at first taken aback by the fact that she had failed to notice a man not wearing any black, wearing an outfit he’d wear as if it were any other day of the week. A green cargo jacket over a black T-shirt, fingerless cotton gloves, dark denim blue jeans, and high-top sneakers… with a messenger bag strapped across his chest. He had a sun-kissed complexion dotted with many freckles and hair that was swept into an almost bed-razzled look. The Outrider didn’t even hesitate to sprint toward him… to try and catch him before he vanished.

“Doctor!! Doctor—!!”

She stopped at his side, expecting him to turn away… but when he turned to face her, Amber was again taken aback by The Doctor’s complexion. The Doctor was a very bright individual, usually. With Eula, he was fiery and charismatic… but also on occasion, he was icy and powerful. He clearly wasn’t of this world, and he made no attempt to hide that. She was just taken aback by how neutral his expression was. Numbness, and with eyes that sagged very low. He looked no older than twenty-three, usually. Right now, however, those eyes looked ever so ancient… as if they’d walked circles around the universe thousands of times over. Perhaps this is just genuinely what the man looked like when he was distraught, though…

“I… didn’t see you at the service.” She started, trying to get any reaction out of him, any sort of sign that he was feeling some type of emotion. He looked like he was on autopilot, just blankly staring at her while he contemplated thousands of thoughts all in the span of a couple of microseconds. She wasn’t sure if she should really force him to stay, as he clearly was just stopping by out of respect for Eula. They had such an incredibly deep connection. In the few months before the catastrophe that recalled Eula home, The Doctor had appeared in Eula’s life almost like a sort of fairytale prince. He dropped from the sky, whisking her off into planets and skies unknown… showing her all sorts of things that defied the laws of logic and imagination. Amber knew, from the way that Eula looked at him…

It was love. In its purest form.

The Doctor needed Eula to find himself in a brave new universe, and Eula needed The Doctor to give her a home where she could truly detach from what defined her on Teyvat. The Doctor had a light in his eyes that ignited a fire within Eula’s heart. They were like sunshine, an unstoppable duo. Eula was gone though, and The Doctor was all alone, now. She saw the way that realization had cemented itself in his mind. She began to understand why The Doctor looked so numb, right now… simply by thinking it through, she saw a man who wanted to lock himself away from the world and cry because the world had become so much colder without his other half. Amber knew now that she should not keep him for long.

“She… wanted you to have this.” Amber found the words sticking in her throat, coming out through chokes. Completing this final request for Eula seemed to cement the realization in her mind that her friend was truly gone. “She—” Amber struggled to recall the details of what Eula had explained to her, about why she’d left The Doctor to return home. She was very vague, as always… but she seemed to allude to… the idea that… she had had no choice. “She knew this was very hard for you, Doctor.”

She saw his face twinge, and that was confirmation enough for her to know that he was not soulless, or on autopilot… but that he was bottling everything up to unleash in a space that was unrestricted and unjudging. She shouldn’t keep him, but she also knew that once he left… she wouldn’t see him again, and the idea of him having no one simply left her a little heartbroken. Amber choked on more words, but she forced them out simply because she knew he needed to hear it.

“She loved you very much.”

She saw another twinge in the face muscle. He acknowledged that but kept his mouth as tightly shut as he could for fear of breaking under the pressure of his own emotions. Hesitantly, he took the wooden box and wordlessly turned away from Amber. She had so much she wanted to say and yet she knew he probably already knew. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but he probably already knew that. She wanted to ask him if he was going to be okay but was sure he wouldn’t answer her. She looked for any indication that the man was going to be able to walk back from the edge and was scared to let him go because of it. Although her feet remained planted very firmly at the border of the gate… she watched that man walk toward the Police Box at the end of the bridge, entering it wordlessly.

The sounds of its engines echoed outward as The Box’s lantern began to flash… and the wind cleared so that it could fade away from reality. So many tears were slipping out, now. Amber’s hands remained clenched firmly toward her chest as she watched for a long moment as if she was waiting for something. All she could do was give a prayer to the wind that the man would be safe upon his travels, and that the spirit of freedom would follow him wherever he went. There was a light in his eyes that seemed to spread like an infectious warmth across the universe… The Outrider would be very upset if it went out… as would a great many others, as well.

The TARDIS was quiet. Its hum echoed out like the ticking of a clock in an empty room. Its lights were dimmer, the console quieter. The Wooden box was placed against one of the panels of the console as his jacket rested against the seat nearest to the console. The Doctor reached to flick for switches as the rotor in the center of the room sunk up and down. He wasn’t sure where he was going… but he was just going somewhere. His mind was buzzing with a silence that he couldn’t really describe. It was strange to be alone with his thoughts, especially when they weren’t uttering a single word. A heavy exhale left his chest through his nose as his eyes caught the box when it came into his peripheral.

He almost hesitated to reach for it, because he knew that looking beneath the hinges would cement the reality he was looking to ignore. As soon as he admitted to himself that he wanted to ignore it, he knew that he needed to face it. His hands found the box and he very slowly opened it. Neutral expressions immediately faltered beneath the weight of what the box held. Softened gaze began to tear up as brows furrowed together and a shaky hand reached in for one of the first items. His thumb traced over the glass texture of an extinguished vision. Eula carried it with her at all times… how could he not recognize it? His head tilted softly. It wasn’t indifferent to holding someone’s heart in your hands…

He slid the vision into his pocket, reaching back into the box to pull out the crest of her family. The Doctor had learned much about his human companion to learn about the crest of the Lawrence family, and how much weight it had carried. The fact that she left it for him seemed like a solemn admission that she had wished for more from him. His face softened again as he began to feel pain in his hearts over all the what-ifs that he’d missed. He wasn’t an idiot… he knew that what he’d had with Eula was more than intimate… but he began to feel pain in his chest over all the missed opportunities to tell her just how much she’d meant to him. Pressing the crest to his upper lip softly, he repressed more choked winces as he looked back into the box.

This next item nearly killed him. He almost hesitated to grab it. Inside the box was a Cecilia that had wilted deeply since she’d given it to him. He knew that he’d kept it close by on the TARDIS, but she must’ve found it and taken it away with her into battle. Now she wanted it to return to its rightful owner. The Doctor’s face had sunken into something so low and deep now that his head felt like it had a weight. When he touched the Cecilia flower, he had to immediately put the box down. It was sort of like touching something that had gone from warm to cold… the realization that there was no more life within an object was cemented by that transition.

The Doctor exhaled, shakily. Tears had begun streaming down his face as he looked toward the rotor. There was silence as he kept his eyes away from anything aside from The Cecilia because looking back at it reminded him of their last conversation. Heal yourself. The memories of every moment he’d ever cherished with The Lady Lawrence crept into his mind and seemed to make every passing second more and more painful… and the tears came down in an abundance that left him a bit blind from the blurry vision. He wiped away the tears with the base of his palm and slid the flower into the control panel of the TARDIS. With his hands empty, he just stared up at the TARDIS rotor and let the tears stream down until he could get a handle on himself. Sometimes he’d stop, thinking that his emotions had finally calmed, only for them to start again. So there was a long silence, where The Doctor stood in silence over the controls and felt his eyes darting across the console room before eventually, he felt himself restraining enough to at least sink back into numbness. He heaved another sigh before he moved to look at where the monitor was taking him. His fingers traced against the vision in his pocket for a moment as his thumb flicked through the monitor’s scans. He needed to just… get back on the road, again. His eyes caught Cecilia again and eventually he just… stared off, again…. Toward the wall. The room felt much emptier without her, and when the realization that Eula Lawrence was truly gone sunk in…

The Console room was deafeningly quiet now. Save for the sound of the engines and the distant sound of the hum. He exhaled, looking down at the controls. History was repeating itself. Of course, it was. It always did. For a moment, sorrow melts into a deeper resentment of himself. The Timelord rests one hand in his pocket whilst he flips various switches and twists various dials before the second hand is deposited into his opposite pocket, and he's left just staring.

Imagine having the power to change whole moments of history. To alter the very fabric of reality. Imagine having the power to move heaven and earth for ordinary people... but never being able to use that power to save the people who really matter the most to you. Imagine being left with a gaping hole in your chest every time you re-enter this console room by yourself, knowing the home someone else had made for themselves was within yours... and realizing that life has just gone back to the bitterness of what it had been before.

The last time he was alone, he was wearing someone else's face. He had made connections, gained new titles, and lost just as much. He'd endured pain, suffering, and heartache. He'd seen the top of the mountain, breathed the clean air of victory, and lived out a wild dream of passion and joy.

Only for it to be back to how it was when he was at the bottom of the barrel. He'd done so much to come to peace with what had happened, with where he'd gone and what he'd done. He'd regained his title, come to terms with his fate, and he'd even conquered destiny itself. Or at least, he thought he had. Never had he been so humbled before, and the price of his arrogance was this.

The loneliness.

This is what it feels like to be The Doctor. Not the joy or the happiness of the never-ending thrill, but the crushing lonely bitter sadness that comes afterward. The sound of silence in a place people once called their home ringing through your ears. The pain of knowing that you had the power to save the people you cared about, but choosing to do your duty as the last of your kind instead. To maintain the web of time. Humbled again by the beast you'd thought you'd conquered: time. This is what it means to be The Last of The Timelords. Everlasting loneliness throughout all of time and space.

All he can do is endure. It's all he has left.

He exhales, heavily.

"Goodbye, Spindrift." He remarks as he leaves another chapter of his life behind.

There'll never be another like you.

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#unboundnovember #//I miscalculated just how many drabbles it would take before we got to looney #//so these last two drabbles need to show his entire character arc #//from his rise to his darkest hour to his comeback album to his farewell tour #//shit man Looney has an emotional rollercoaster #//and arguably Looney has the best companion arc throughout his season #//somehow every companion ties directly into his own character arc in some way #//From Eula's desire to runaway through the boundless unchecked cosmos paralleling Looney's unrivaled confidence at his new regeneration #//to Jean's desire to find balance within herself mirroring The Doctor's own trials regarding the balancing of what it means to #//be the last of the timelords and the Doctor #//Gaia and Looney's parallels are a little harder to nail down imo #//but honestly vee and I are in kind of this subtle agreement that Gaia and Looney #//are more or less about finding bravery and courage within finality #//as The Doctor realizes his curtain call is coming #//Gaia has to prepare herself for her own final battles and encounters once she leaves him #//but we'll cover his respective companions THIS WEEK #//BECAUSE THE ANNIVERSARY IS THIS SATURDAY #//AND THE LAST TWO DRABBLES ARE COMPANION DRABBLES

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superfruitland · 4 months ago

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live life pre update post, but this time you don't get a panel preview you get my colour test instead. behold, my boy, in colour

...yes this is why it took longer to make than it was supposed to. finding some palettes for casey and the rest took a while lol. that and i'm so very drained mentally.

update's scheduled to go up in 24 hours from now so i can go and crash for the night and next day lol

its a big ass fucking update. you are all getting fed tomorrow.

#update on saturday 29th 1am EEST time #this too is scheduled #because i just need to not exist for a day or two #ll anniversary is being planned and asks continue in a day or two #i just need a breather. iykyk.

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matchalovertrait · 5 months ago

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📩 Simblr question of the day: What are your OCs/Sims' Aesthetics/Vibes?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

Thank you for sending this and thank you for tagging me in that one post earlier 🤍 Words can’t describe how touched I felt.

So, I’m quite terrible with words but Noemí’s Pinterest board can be found here. Of course she’s in tune with her Mexican culture but also loves living in Italy. She enjoys the outdoors, gossiping, baking, wearing a lot of gold jewelry and long skirts, watching novelas, and being a devote Catholic. She was somewhat inspired by my own mom but became her own person along the way.

As for Dulce, I’m still working on her Pinterest board but she definitely has more of a y2k aesthetic! @deardiaryts4 understands her a lot btw. She said that one of Dulce’s outfits reminded her of Hannah Montana, and now I have a clear direction of what I want her future house to look like! Something inspired by Hannah Montana’s closet, Raven’s room from That’s So Raven, and other iconic girly sets from 2000’s TV shows. deardiary also described Dulce’s style as a mix between girly and tomboy, which I agree with. Dulce loves purple, fashion, playing basketball, social media, cooking, jogging, partying, and doing whatever she wants lol.

#also a reminder that i’m back to posting on mondays wednesdays fridays and saturdays!#only once on those days #i only posted a lot last week because i wanted to end gen 1. it was the 6th month anniversary and my birthday and the end of the month lol #SQOTD #more about noemi alegria #more about dulce alegria

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mag7dumbies · 7 months ago

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4 years ago I sent this to a complete stranger…. I have no idea why I sent it or why it is completely deranged but I sent it and 4 years later we are probably closer than two people 1,000 miles away could be

Kaz it’s been 4 years, 1,461 days, that have been the best days of my life, because you have been in them. You are my oracle, my rock, and the other half of my brain. I have no idea what I did to be so lucky to have met you.

In the first days of our friendship I think we wrote 4 peer reviewed papers just on Ezra Standish alone. I don’t think I ever told you this but I saved some (most) (for at least the first week) of our messages in a word doc because I liked rereading our convos. You are still just as verbose and detailed as you were back then and I consider myself so lucky to be able to read about your OCs and Aus whenever you get a hankering to share (which is fortunately often)

You have made me grow in so many ways, with your kindness and your snark. I strive to be as good a friend to you as you are to me. You’ve broaden my tastes to the moon (Fire and Ice and The Eagle are still burned into my brain) (Special mention to Rem Lezar and those eps of Rawhide because I can’t put those psychological horrors in this category but I wanted to mention it because they would have been good cause to lose my number... and yet)

Kaz this message could probably last at least 3,000 words, when it probably needs just three, I love you, I honestly believe it’s more than love, it is just a natural part of my heart, that you now inhabit. There is not a quality that you’ve shown me that I don’t love, from your strong convictions (that have rubbed off on me), your imagination that knows few bounds, and especially your patience. You are probably more important to me then you know and I hope I give as much as I get because you deserve it. Kaz you are the whole package plus about 6 other packages that I didn’t expect but happily unwrapped

I remember in 2022 when our friendship went from a casual, still very close but casual relationship, to what it is today. Our first watch party was the last two eps from Our Flag means Death season 1. What babies we were back then, there was little talking (due to how we watched but still) there was no screaming no brain melting a far cry from today. Our Saturday nights have always been sacred to me and I will/have bent over backwards to not miss them, they make getting through the week an easy task because I know I will be able to hang out with you for approximately 4-8 hours which sounds crazy and is crazy. Anyway now in 2024 I literally can’t imagine a day we aren’t in contact (I still get soft when I remember that week where I barely had the energy to open your messages and yet you were here on Tumblr being a bright spot which i definitely needed) And I get to have that everyday even if it’s just a check in or a in-depth psychology analysis on Jess Harper I get to have the pleasure of talking to you which is priceless.

One more thing Kaz when I met you I didn’t have close friends I had a couple but they felt very hollow and it was hard to communicate with them sometimes, due to my Visions TM (it’s probably the autism but I’ll blame Visions and not how my brain functions) my real world friends did not share my interest in Gay cowboys or weird shows from the 70s so I felt very alone for a long time but then I threatened a random Incorrect quotes blog and I found someone I could make a home out of a multitude of fandoms with. You will have no idea what an impact you’ve made on me. And I hope we have at least 80,000 more anniversaries that we can share

I could go on, I should go on because I definitely don’t think I talked enough about how perfect you are and literally you are perfection but this has to come to an end for one our sakes lol. Kaz you really are the breath under my wings and I want to make sure you never forget just how much I cherish you

I am so excited to see you in person in 144 days!!!

@incorrect-gunslingers

#I’ll see you Saturday my love #does 8 paragraphs mean I win?#I was listening to your playlist while I wrote this becasue i wanted the right amount of feels to write this #sorry for not mentioning our sons I was going to I swear #I wrote a rough draft at work and like none of it made it in lol #4 year anniversary #AND YES I SCHEDULED THIS ON THE EXACT MINUTE I SENT THE MESSAGE BECAUSE IM A SAP #im so excited to watch trapeze with you (i know i keep saying this but its true)#okay so I was gonna post this at 105 BUT ITS 105 your time and 1205 my time #I think

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bisexuallsokka · 2 years ago

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loooove love love love the idea of divorced zukka but instead of like barely talking for the two decades they are apart, they run into each other enough that it’s less awkward to embrace the just friends stage again. except they don’t have a good track record of staying just friends for very long so there are a few times where they give in and find a closet to make out in or stay the night together and the spark of hope is there again, maybe we actually can make something work maybe he misses me as much as i miss him, until one of them panics and closes himself off and ends things before they can start again.

#just fucking delicious #divorced zukka #happy saturday #zukka #also today is three months since we won the twitter poll #i only know that because the 17th is like three anniversaries and that’s the only not sad one #so i have to focus on it lol

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grandscrumwizard · 4 months ago

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I did get got by nostalgia collectibles

#like its celebrating its 40th anniversary but it was on tv when i was a kid #like im only 33 but they had all the old 50's and 70's cartoons on saturday mornings #like i watched the flintstones and the jetsons and the old scooby doo #huckleberry hound and yogi bear #Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake were two that i loved because they were just so cute and distinct #they have the same collectibles for strawberry shortcake and i was tempted by those but i told myself either one or the other #i have all 6 of the rainbow brite ones

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mvshortcut · 10 months ago

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#tumblrtop10 #ok but I have to do 2022 as well #because I feel empty without Found Ya here #which was technically posted in 2022 but Secure the Perimeter Saturday started in 2023 #anniversary coming up soon.... :)

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ontargetmadders · 1 year ago

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HAPPY 60TH ANNIVERSARY TO ALL MY FELLOW WHOVIANS!!! 🥳🥳🥳

#i've said it before but i'll say it again #doctor who is more than just a show to me #it's almost like a religion for me at this point i guess lol?#it's just that one show that has always been there to get me through tricky moments in my life #and it taught me to just be myself and embrace my nerdy side aha #i used to actually hide the fact i was a fan when i was at school because i feared i'd get even more bullied than i already was #but now i just embrace the hell out of it cause it's who i am #i'm a massive sci-fi lover in general and anything that takes me away from the world and opens my eyes up to the weird and wonderful #is right up my street!!#so i'm so glad this show is still going and it just exists in general #and here's to many more years of it!!!#can't wait for saturday and ncuti's era to began!!#happy 60th #doctor who #60th anniversary

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gorilla-grip-knussy · 2 years ago

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#dont mind the doormat #fucking family drama getting me so fucking depressed and making me feel like its all my fault #its my little sisters wedding on Saturday and im not going because agoraphobia so im having a Eurovision party #i shared a photo to my family gc of the decorations i bought and everyone kicked off saying i was being inconsiderate of my sisters feeling #bitch i am heartbroken that i cant go to the wedding stfu #not to mention on Saturday will mark the first anniversary of the last time i ever spoke to my childhood best friend #my oldest sister just thinks im being an asshole and not going out of spite but if she actually thought about checking in with me 🙄#god forbid i say anything #im also not doing great mentally because like i said next week marks 1 year of my childhood best friend passing away

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hiddenworldofmary · 1 month ago

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bullied my parents into physically confirming that they will finally visit so they got joker tickets for friday to see it with me 🥹🫶🏻📽️

#cuteeeeeeeee #they will sit two rows above me though #because 1. no available spots around me and 2. they like to sit up while i like to sit in the middle #they have no idea that we will be having a 10th artRAVE anniversary party on saturday #hehehe #they will also bring me a much needed wool coat because it got freakishly cold and i have a trench coat or a puffer and they’re both wrong #mine

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rpepperpotshipssciencebros · 2 years ago

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You may be surprised to know that July 20th is already a national holiday, it's just not one that anyone gets a day off work for. It's National Moon Day, and does indeed celebrate the moon landing. More info here:

Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

#national moon day #and moon day 2024 #which will be the 55th anniversary of the moon landing #will be on a saturday #so if you're one of the lucky folks who have saturdays off work #and if it isn't the sabbath or other religious holiday for you #that would make a great day for a potluck #oh! i have a recipe for ''moon brownies''#they're called that because you top them with mini marshmallows before baking #and it makes the top of them look craggy and cratered like the surface of the moon

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# Mili # 6165 por Mili Miklos Via Flickr: Blog: Inventory Mess Blog (sponsors ads in comments) **Prepare to Be Wowed: Unleashing My Latest Look!** Hey there, fabulous souls! 😍 Get ready to feast your eyes on my latest look, a true masterpiece in the making! 💃 First up, let's talk hair. My Wasabi Battie FLF Ed. Hair ❤️ is giving me all the feels! It's not just cute; it's the definition of hair perfection, suitable for any occasion. You know you've found a gem when your hair game is this strong. 😘 #HairEnvy #HairGoals Now, onto the canvas: my LeLUTKA Avalon Head 3.1 ❤️. It's the magic behind my flawless look, and let me tell you, it doesn't disappoint. Prepare to be amazed because this mesh head knows how to make a statement. 💁‍♀️ #MeshHeadMagic #SlayWithAvalon But what's a stunning canvas without the perfect painting? That's where leLAPEAU's Evo X Clara Skin in GA Ivory 😍 comes into play. It's not just makeup; it's a work of art. A flawless complexion is a must, and this face applier delivers radiance beyond compare. Get ready to shine! ✨ #RadiantSkin #FlawlessBeauty Now, onto the pièce de résistance! My *Just BECAUSE* Isla Dress from The Saturday Sale 10 Year Anniversary ❤️ is a dream come true. It's not just pretty; it's comfortable too. Who said you can't have it all in fashion? This dress proves that you absolutely can. 😘 #FashionDreams #ComfortAndStyle But we're not done yet! A great look deserves the perfect pose, and I found just that with Overlow Poses - Pack 118 ❤️. It's the final touch that brings the whole ensemble to life. Strike a pose, and let your confidence shine! #PosePerfection #ConfidenceIsKey Now, it's your turn to weigh in! What do you think of this look? Let me know in the comments below! 💬 Your thoughts matter, and I can't wait to hear from you. **Here's What I'm Wearing:** ■ Hair❤Wasabi // Battie FLF Ed. Hair ■ Mesh Head❤LeLUTKA Avalon Head 3.1 ■ Face applier❤leLAPEAU - Evo X - Clara Skin - GA Ivory @ Dubai ■ Dress❤*Just BECAUSE* Isla Dress @ The Saturday Sale 10 Year Anniversary ■ Pose❤Overlow Poses - Pack 118 Get ready to slay your own fashion game, darlings! 💖 #FashionSlay #OOTD #GlamGoals .......... Facebook Plurk Twitter Pinterest Tumblr Instagram

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georgia-stanway · 1 year ago

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Oh my god they're playing the Netherlands on Sunday while I'm in the Netherlands for my dutch uncle and south african aunt's wedding anniversary 👀

#well the anniversary is on the Saturday i think but still #it's even better because my aunt is like 8 years older than my dad so unlike him she was actually born while they were still living in SA

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nature-played-a-trick-on-me · 1 year ago

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*barely audible high pitched screaming*

#1 year anniversary on Saturday and he didnt do anything despite knowing it!!!!!!!#yea i mentioned that!@@#over the weekend he was looking at things that he might get me as a belated anniversary present #but i just. know. he will not get me anything #because he cannot make up his mind about anything ever ever ever #and he doesn't do anything.#he sleeps in until past noon and i sit around downstairs while his mother talks to me #for hours and hours (im not kidding) and i would go back upstairs if his room wasnt so awfully hot #im tired and FRUSTRATED #his fucking PC heats up the room like a sauna and Saturday night he played some game until midnight #at which point i basically kicked him out because i needed sleep #and the entire room was overheated #and opening the window meant inviting in mosquitoes and i was bitten all over #up until 04:00 trying to kill them #im allergic and the bites are like 8cm in diameter and painful #im so fucking tired #he barely let me turn on the overhead light to hunt mosquitoes???#had me searching with my phone flashlight which doesnt work for that at all.#w the big light on id have killed them in 5 minutes but no it had to be a 2h ordeal

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thinkinonsense · 1 month ago

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VELVET ELVIS ❤︎

lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: fluff! domesticity! soft!logan pregnancy

author's note: this was inspired by the kacey musgraves song! just wanted to write some fluff :)

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divider credit: @/roseraris

within these cabin walls, time stood still. logan liked his life and the time machine he's built himself. you and him live in a 60's dream home.

during the weekdays, logan went to work at the lumberyard while you stayed at home and worked on your paintings. when the two of you moved in together years ago, logan got you to agree to quit your job and prioritize your talents since he could do triple the amount of work for a normal man, money would never be an issue.

on saturday's, the two of you would go into town and you would bring your art pieces to a shop downtown for them to sell. whatever money you made, you put back towards the supplies you needed because logan covered everything else.

"well, don't 'cha look like a dream" logan compliments as he watches you get ready in the mirror.

"thank you, sugar." you smile as he leans down to kiss your temple then down to your cheek.

"prettiest fuckin' thing i've ever seen." he mutters against your skin. "is this new?"

both your eyes fall to the satin powder blue slip dress that adorned your frame. he loved how it looked with your pretty white mary jane boots and the small bump blooming underneath the soft material of your dress.

"yeah, picked it up earlier this week." you reply, removing the curlers in your hair and teasing the hair pieces up high.

"love it." logan says, nibbling at your earlobe.

"logan..." you giggle, lightly shoving him away. "go get dressed so we can leave."

"yes, ma'am."

reluctantly, logan gets up and grabs the nice outfit you put together for him earlier. a fresh pair of denim jeans, a white shirt, and his brown leather jacket. as an anniversary present one year, you got logan a silver star-shaped belt buckle that matched the necklace he got for your birthday when you two first met. in the mirror, you watched him put it on.

"whatcha thinkin' about over there, sweetheart?" he smirks, looking up to find your eyes.

"dippin' you in honey."

"dirty. i like it."

"not like that, perv." you giggle. "just wanna be stuck to you forever."

"that's sweet," he says, walking over, bending down, and gently grabbing your chin to kiss you.

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once the two of you make it inside the tiny shop, logan brings in your painting while you greet the older ladies who own the building. all of them fawn over logan and your round tummy; telling you how lucky you are. something you never let yourself forget.

"you'll never believe what we picked up at the gala last weekend." one of the grey-haired women tells you.

"what did you two find?" you asked, always curious to their treasures.

"the hell kinda painting is this?" logan asks, looking sideways at one of the paintings on the wall.

the sight makes you laugh. no matter how long you two have been together, logan still struggles to see some of the beauty that you do in certain art pieces.

"i think the handsome lumberjack found it." the other lady winked as they guide you over to where logan stood. hanging upon the wall sat a velvet elvis painting.

"oh my!" you gasp.

ever since you were a little girl, you adored the painting that some would call 'tacky'.

"you like that, sweets?" he questions but you ignore it, stepping closer, running a finger along the golden frame.

"my grandma used to have one in her living room, it was her most prized possession –well, next to my grandpa."

behind you, logan could see the couple smiling to each other. too busy amazed by the painting to notice anything else around you.

“what a lucky find!” you marvel, turning around to face them.

“which is why we want you to have it.” one of them says while the other takes it down from the wall.

in shock, you shake your head insisting that you couldn’t allow them to give it away. they insist on you two taking it home, telling you to hang it somewhere nice. logan wasn’t exactly thrilled to have the painting in the home but he knew you adored it so he would never say a word out loud.

on the way home that night, you raved about the piece. logan loved hearing you talk about the things you were passionate about. he could listen to you explain color theory for hours. his own personal, prettier version of bob ross. when he brought in the painting, you told him exactly where you wanted to hang it in the living room.

“right there, baby.” you instruct him. “be careful.”

the man couldn’t be hurt if he tried but he found your warning cute. once it was hung up, you both step back to admire it. the art work did at least match the aesthetic of the house, logan could admit.

“i mean, its no mona lisa but i don’t mind it.” logan says, pulling you in to kiss your forehead.

“you know, i don’t really care for the mona lisa.” you admit with a shrug.

“really?”

“mhm, don’t like that everyone fawns over it. i want character, creativity, and something unique."

"hm.." he hums, swaying you gently.

"this painting reminds me of you." your voice meek and muffled against his shirt.

"is that so?" he asks, looking down at you.

you nod. "i want something no one else has and something no one else will ever understand the way that i do. you're my favorite work of art, lo."

"i'm only a work of art because you carved and molded me with your beautiful mind." he says, trying to allow a tear to fall down his face.

logan couldn't believe the life he'd been gifted after all the shit he's dealt with in his lifetime. he didn't deserve this; he didn't deserve you. your kindness, your warmth, your talent, your body that carries the only other human he will ever love as much as you. he would never be able to repay you for this little life and slice of peace that you've gifted him.

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