#The little things

[belovedapollo]

first of May under the sunlight with fruits and my friends, the pen and paper 📖 reblog is okay, don’t repost/use

[mrm0rgansw0man]

hi guys!! i am alive and well and still writing lol, im so sorry to not have pubished anything in so long!! life has just been crazy lately and i just haven't had as much time as i would like to work on things, but you'll be happy to hear that i TEN DRAFTS that i am working on currently and even more things to start!! you guys WILL get your arthur morgan content lol. but for now, heres a quick little something as an peace offering for being gone so long Xx

- a quiet little night ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ -

summary: arthur morgan settles down for the night.

As Arthur stumbled into his little makeshift room, half dead from exhaustion and the cold, it took all his might not to just topple over onto his cot and sleep. Boots and hat and all, in fact he almost did.

It was the slight shift of his blankets that stopped him.

Arthur let out a deep and loving sigh. He quickly undid his boots and took off his hat, setting them both down next to his bed.

'Now what could this be?' Arthur thought to himself with a light chuckle.

Arthur lifted up his blankets- which he noticed he had at least three more in his bed now than when he did when he woke up- and that's when he saw you.

Your hair was wrapped in a scarf, and you were still in your clothes from the day. You had bundled yourself in blankets and practically buried yourself into Arthur's cot to sleep.

Arthur couldn't help the grin spread across his face as he gently crawled into the bed next to you. You stirred, but thankfully didn't wake.

Arthur yawned, already partially asleep as he re adjusted the blankets over the both of you. Once you were both tucked in and as sheltered as you could be from the cold, Arthur leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. He stroked as much of your hair as he could, almost wishing you hadn't fallen asleep in that scarf. But it kept you warm, and right now that was more important than anything.

This move to Colter had been hard, on you in a different way than the others. You were the type that just didn't do well in the cold. Arthur didn't know what it was, but it just sucked the life out of you. You could never truly be warm, your nose ran constantly and you were in pain more often than you weren't.

Arthur at first just thought you needed some more meat on your bones, but now he thought it was something more. Maybe you were sick somehow, making you weaker to the strong weather? You didn't do too well in the extreme heat either.

Never mind that now. Even if the thoughts lingered in his mind like the howling cold winds lingered around the outside of his walls, he refused to let this moment with you go to waste.

Arthur finally laid down fully, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. You partially woke, just conscious enough to cuddle into him and gently kiss whatever part of him was closest to you, tonight it was his chin. You had the fleeting thought that you hoped tomorrow night it would be his lips before falling back to sleep.

No matter where you had kissed him, it filled Arthur's heart with joy. He loved you, so god damn much. Coming back to this each and every night, made the troubles of the day worth it. No matter how tired he was, he would always make sure to be there with you and hold you while you slept. To kiss you goodnight, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you slept.

"Arthur.." You mumbled sleepily. "I missed you s' much..."

"I missed ya' too sweetheart." Arthur whispered soothingly, gently rubbing his hands up and down your back underneath the blankets. "I love you baby.. C'mon not. Let's go back t'sleep..."

"I love you too.." You breathed out, it was said so quietly it was barely audible. Arthur closed his heavy eyes, and listened to the sound of your gentle breathing.

With the sounds of the wind and your breaths as a lullaby, Arthur drifted off to sleep for the night. Dreading the moment he would have to wake up.

so sorry this is short!! i literally couldn't stand going another moment with publishing something im so sorry guys

[fyeah-philinda]

The Little Things 

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[claiternaiter]

Was rewatching the end of the 2014 series and I thought it was interesting that they drew Natsu holding Lucy like this for the Phantom arc.

I’m pretty sure the only time Natsu carries Lucy in this arc is after she jumps from the tower, but that was piggy back. The only times Lucy is passed out, Natsu is not around. And the only times her clothes are messed up was when Gajeel was hitting her (in the anime), but she was awake and Natsu doesn’t hold her after.

Just thought it was interesting.

There’s also a bit of gajevy in the one for the Fighting Festival.

[crossdresserica]

@justmeagain4 @erlysworld @melvina71 @snowangelsoul @lizzy52955 @caitydid69 @simplymarge1974 @diavolaangelica @moonstar-magic @gerda-p @kathifee-world3 @elizabethnicole1951 (In Heaven) @vivian-at-home @endreal @countrygyspy @dangerouslycleverflower @bluelady329luv @s-usans-blog

[pratchettquotes]

But trolls and dwarfs had been fighting for centuries. Ending that sort of thing took more than a handshake. It was just a symbol.

On the other hand...the world wasn't moved by heroes or villains or even by policemen. It might as well be moved by symbols. All he knew was that you couldn't hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that'd make the world, in a small way, a better place.

Like shooting someone.

Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

[hacash]

fixating on one fairly irrelevant scene here, but I'm still fascinated by how at the burial scene tozer's whole thing is 'welp he's not getting any deader, let's dick around with the caulker's mate and the ship's boy even though they've just seen the lid of their buddy's coffin pop off like some kind of grisly jack-in-the-box, i'm definitely the big dog in this fun little group here, faffing around with the coffin means literally nothing because david young's already dead' and yet...he still takes the time to symbolically throw the first handful of rock dirt onto the coffin and doing the sign of the cross?? like he's being a very careless ass all the way through that scene, he says outright that david young's death rituals (ie fixing the coffin lid) do not matter, and yet he still participates in them. something about saying you don't care and then showing that you do. I am Entranced.

[wallofbubbles]

Really lucky to have photos of this pair of squid. Was a really challenge taking such quick subjects with a macro diopter, but I but some sheer luck, I got these really nice pics. The first pic is probably my best squid portrait ever.

Pulau Hantu, Singapore, 2023

[mymidwestheart]

[belovedapollo]

made some tea and revisited some pages ☕️

reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[thelittlethingswithfelix]

Night sky-

[mysticalpineforest]

i love the way strangers love each other

someone new by hozier; barbie (2023); like waves in the ocean we are personally connected by mike heseltine; love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough; eschatology by eve l. ewing

[ashleyjohnsonoftheday]

Day 580

[claiternaiter]

Soooo why was Laxus seemingly the only white-out member of Fairy Tail who was allowed to keep his pants?

[dyingroses]

Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens . . . .