#All Shades Of Blue

[midnight-blues09]

The blue that follows me and the blue I chase

By yours truly @midnight-blues09

I glanced at my brother’s English notebook, my 10 year old chubby face scrunching into the most disgusted expression I could muster, “Why do you always write with blue ink, it looks hideously bright”

“I suppose that’s why all your pens are black and green Torsa”, he retorted, half a smile on his face. “I suppose yes”, half a smile I returned. Had I known soon all my pens would be of that hideous blue and that would be the only blue we shared.

Blue was the colour of my first brassier, a gift from my mother. “You are growing into a beautiful woman” she had said, her voice laced with pride; it was a very soft powder blue with darker navy elastic borders, very blue it remained, hugging my form, two sizes too small, but I suppose as long as it was blue it was fine. And so, it did, very blue it remained when my brother stopped hugging me, very blue it remained when I stopped expecting him to.

Blue was blur of Jay’s bicycle and blue was the debate team t shirt he had handed me, a royal blue with off-white lettering. Blue it had remained when we had won together, the mirthful blue of his win still etched in my mind. Muddled with a shade of dull ocean green, but still so blue was the sound of his guitar and bluer it grew every time he played Tagore on it. Blue were the borders of the trayful of high school diplomas I held in my hand (one of them his) as I stood beside the principal, playing volunteer. Blue is the cover of the brand-new journal that lays in the first drawer of my teak-wood desk, plastic wrap intact, an ungifted going away gift…

Blue was my Shakespeare portrait that our English teacher fondly hung in his classroom last term (he is such a sweetheart); trickling from its corners blue watercolour roses, loosely painted, a little blotchy, framing my flawed blue Shakespeare whose two eyes were not quite alike and the left brow a tad bit too ambitious; blue, it would not be had I the calibre to understand him thoroughly ( what even am I, if not just a sanctimonious pirate, ha!). Yet blue remain my selfish pursuits and one of them being him.

A very bright inky blue is the cashmere turtleneck my father gifted me for my 17th birthday, its soft warm fabric feel like whispers on my skin, the same soft warm fabric like a noose around my neck (as long as it was blue, it was fine).

“Blue isn’t your colour sugar” remarked my blue-less boyfriend nonchalantly, his hands snaked around my waist from behind. With a shrug of my still blue shoulders, and a silent chuckle.

“I know " followed my utterly blue whisper with undertones of mild tangy derision.

PS. I've never posted original work before, I hope y'all like it. :))

PSS. I would never have posted it probably if not for @abcdefghilovejk2121 thanks for loving it xd

[follows-the-bees]

🎶And our dreams on the windowsill

See those trees turning gold in the hills🎶

All Shades of Blue - Gregory Alan Isakov

[poeticstonee]

Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish, anyway Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days I been thinking you probably should stay

[anxiouslilbookworm]

Gregory Alan Isakov — All Shades of Blue

[bagel-with-creamcheese]

Yeah they said they love you. But Gregory Alan Isakav said

“Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days. I been thinking you probably should stay”

[its-ener]

"broken bottles shine like the stars, make a wish, anyway"

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

Sam is so " well, Grace she's gone, she's a half written poem. She went out for cigarettes and never came home"

Josh is so "the night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth. Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet"

Jake is so "when the wine stops working and your all run out, and all of your high hopes have all headed south. And the songs left the stable and they never came home. And there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own"

Danny is so "all inside our Amsterdam she hides water-eyed. That howling wind, she's waving hi, her other hand in mine"

[noteworthynotions]

[eemolu]

Are you working on any new jiara fics ? 💚

hi! gotten a fair few of these asks and figured i should answer them - as of right now i'm not feeling super inspired to write fic, so there's nothing in the works currently. that's not to say that there never will be, but i know for me i can't force it! and even if i could, i'm so much happier doing this when it's just for fun, so i'm not sure i would.

honestly, though, i think all shades of blue kind of exhausted everything i have to say about jiara. if i find a prompt that really inspires me then absolutely there could be more, but currently i don't want to put them in any more situations because i really like the one i left them in.

[aza-trash-can]

Finally colouring that Neuvi dragon concept sketch I have

Fancy dragon must have fancy colouring

[ash-and-starlight]

Zuko turned around, lifted the spyglass to his eye. “Tell me what we’re fighting for. Tell me about your planet.” “Katara never told you?” The faint light of Emptiness III picked out the silver strands in Zuko’s hair. Like the threads that falling stars drew through the night. “I want to hear it from you.”

The Mercy of Magpies Ch 7 out now!!

written by the incomparable @ranilla-bean <33 (We're entering critical yearning territory everyone be warned)

Chapter Post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch 2 || Ch 3.1 || Ch 3.2 || Ch.4 || Ch 5.1 || Ch 5.2 || Ch 6

[knightofleo]

[notacluedo]

Neil ‼️‼️

(I am waiting so patiently for tsc physical copies to come out)

[nelsaqift]

broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish anyway!