#Thoughts on a Stormy Night

[academyoftheheartandmind]

Thoughts on a Stormy Night

By James G. Piatt Splintered raindrops splashed on the remnants of mydreams as the sky filled with the haunting sounds of nightfall’s cold winds. A storm thrown against the last days of March breathed its last gasp and I struggled through the cold hours of the night with thoughts of a sunnier tomorrow. A sense of mortality was hidden amid the images of raindrops intermittently battering against…

[daylighteclipsed]

Y’all ever think about if Sora falls to darkness that inside his heart will look like the Destiny Islands falling again

[krisvslove]

Hc for the Skulek (Skully x Sebek) people:

Sebek keeps a portrait of Skully by his portrait of Malleus

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

It's time to play ✨FIVE FAVORITES✨

This time it's your top five favorite movies! Here's MY top five favorites!

One Stormy Night/Arashi No Yoru Ni (2005)

Raggedy Ann & Andy a Musical Adventure (1977)

Early Man (2018)

Butterfly Tale (2023)

Storks (2016)

[felltohell]

Some fanart for one of my absolute favorite fanfics, Summer Storm by GreenSorceress! For you, darling!

[astrobookwormsinger]

AGENDA:

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ignore dash/feed in case it triggers some weird stuff

immediately go to profile

click on palette button to edit profile

erase description cause it was cringe anyway

update my age to correspond as I did with every other social media profile of mine just minutes ago

post this post for whatever reason, only on this hellsite also for whatever reason

leave hellsite app, probably never to return for the next few months

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[st0rmyskies]

Hello I am feeling very tender and mild so let’s have some soft o!Sky thoughts before bed.

One of the quickest ways to Sky’s heart is through his stomach. He LOVES sweets, especially toffee and caramel, and as the alphas catch on to this they’re always on the lookout for little treats while doing supply runs. Alphas love to provide, especially when it comes to food and shelter, and there’s plenty of silent preening that goes on when someone happens to pick up something that makes Sky happy.

As the series goes on, we’ll see Wild become very, very attached to Sky. He looks up to Sky as one of their leaders but also feels this need to protect him, too. Their respective backgrounds are so vastly different — Sky having been kept under an alpha’s thumb while Wild was as free as a kite — that Wild feels somewhere inside like he needs to help Sky make up for lost time. He’s the most likely culprit to talk Sky into misadventures and bring out the playful gremlin in him.

Sky and Time share thoughts and feelings through their bond. When they land in Sky’s era, all the staggering amounts of joy he feels upon being reunited with his Loftwing gets Time distracted from everything else he’s having to deal with in that moment. Of course he can’t say no when Sky invites him to fly! Of course he doesn’t mention that he’s afraid of heights…

[wildsaltair]

Russell Crowe as Egan // The Silver Brumby (1993)

[protectingswift]

mirrorball as a surprise song suddenly I’m missing opening night all over again :’)

[bongo-smash]

Someone help me I'm thinking about the 'kid in a yellow raincoat' horror trope in relation to Jason

[darkdragon768]

Isn't it kinda sad that Super Mario Odyssey had way better and cooler bosses than totk?

The lil jump n run guy has more awesome bosses to battle than the big tough adventure knight guy.

[garthcelyn]

Man, gender is weird huh

[loudmound]

i think 'ship wars' are raging stupid and i don't wanna kick up a fuss about this in the tags but doomhayden still fills me with the rage of one thousand suns

[tiredgatt0]

The air before a summer storm

so heavy it's almost impossible to breath

The sun and the lightning at the same time

So bright yet so loud

Everything is just waiting for the release

[irfanullashariff]

Stormy Night

I can hear Thunder rolling In the moonless dark night Zigzag lightning Winds getting sarcastic Trees shaking Leaves flying out Saying goodbye to their trees And then gently settling down On the ground Chipmunks murmuring Time for tea Time for tea

I make sure All is safe And sound inside I pray for well-being Of everyone everywhere On this turbulent night

- Irfanulla Shariff

[khioneee]

‘honey, i’m home.’

simon, presumed dead for the past five years, appears at your doorstep, very much alive.

the knock at the door cut through the quiet night like a knife, startling you from restless sleep. rain hammered against the windows, and the wind howled through the cracks. your heart pounded in your chest as you shuffled toward the door, dread curling deep in your stomach. no one visited at this hour. not anymore.

you hesitated at the door, hand trembling slightly on the knob. for a moment, you thought about ignoring it—letting whoever it was go unanswered. but something pulled you forward, a strange sense of familiarity, even though you couldn’t place it.

when you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat.

there, standing on your doorstep, was simon.

simon stood before you, drenched from the rain, looking like a ghost dragged back from the edge of the world. his hair clung to his forehead, water dripping down his pale face, and exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. it had been five years since you’d gazed into those stormy eyes—five years of grief, heartache, and learning how to live without him. his familiar eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and pain, locked onto yours. his clothes were soaked, his body thinner than you remembered, like he had fought every step of the way just to stand on your doorstep.

your breath hitched painfully. ‘wake up,’ you said to yourself, heart racing. ‘please… wake up.’

but you didn’t.

‘lovie…’ simon whispered, his voice cracked and hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it for a long time. ‘i’m home.’

your mind swirled and shock paralyzing you. it felt like a cruel trick your mind had conjured. the world around you blurred, and your heart ached in your chest. it couldn’t be real. he couldn’t be here.

simon’s expression softened, and without a word, before you could react, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. he reached for you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation, and the breath left your lungs. his grip was tight, desperate, as if holding you was the only thing keeping him grounded. his cold, rain-soaked body pressed against yours, but you didn’t care.

he was here.

you froze for a moment, and then, slowly, your hands gripped the wet fabric of his jacket, your chest pressed against his. tears welled in your eyes, the disbelief crashing into a flood of emotions—relief, anger, and love. his familiar scent, rain-soaked, earthy, and undeniably him, flooded your senses, overwhelming you.

‘they told me you were dead,’ you sobbed against him, your fists clinging to his jacket as if that could keep him here. ‘they said your plane crashed. that you were gone.’

you clung to him, your heart shattering in your chest. he held you as if afraid you might slip through his fingers, as if his entire world depended on you being real.

simon buried his face into your hair, holding you tighter, his breath shaky. ‘every bloody day, i fought my way back for you,’ he said, his voice heavy with the weight of everything he’d endured. ‘you were the only reason i stayed alive.’

you sobbed harder, burying your face into his chest, your knees nearly giving out beneath you. all the years of mourning him, the endless nights spent crying yourself to sleep, the desperate ache of thinking you’d lost him forever—all of it shattered in his arms.

but then, simon’s grip on you faltered. something had shifted in the way he held you. slowly, he pulled back just enough to look down at your hand. his thumb brushing over the bare space where your wedding ring used to sit.

his body tensed. he pulled back slightly, just enough to glance down at your hand, and his breath hitched. the wedding ring you once wore was gone.

‘where’s your ring?’ he asked, voice quiet but edged with something fragile, as if the answer might break him.

your throat tightened, guilt and sorrow clawing at your chest. ‘simon…’ you started, voice cracking under the weight of it all.

his jaw tightened, and his gaze flicked past you. that’s when he saw them—new photos hanging on the walls. the ones of you and him were gone, replaced by pictures of you and someone else.

it was like the air had been knocked from his lungs. his jaw clenched, shoulders sagging under the realization. his face a mask of exhaustion and heartbreak as the weight of what he was seeing sank in.

you looked away, guilt pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight. ‘i waited…’ you whispered. ‘even when they told me there wasn’t a chance you were alive, i tried.’

his face didn’t change, but the subtle pain and betrayal in his eyes was unmistakable. ‘i came back for you,’ he uttered softly, almost to himself. ‘i told you i’d come to you.’

‘i thought you were gone,’ you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. ‘i didn’t know how to keep waiting when they told me you’d never come back.’

simon’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away your tears. despite everything, his touch was tender, grounding. ‘i didn’t survive just to be a memory, sweetheart,’ he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. ‘i fought every day to come back to you. and if i have to fight again… i will.’

you leaned into him, your heart breaking and mending all at once. the years apart, the lost moments—they still weighed heavy, but he was here. he had kept his promise, and that was all that mattered now.

‘i told you i’d come back,’ he said, voice low but steady. ‘and i’m not going anywhere. not ever again.’