#Week 42

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Week 42 - January 14th, 2024 'Coastline' - Hollow Coves Spotify / YouTube

For ‘Of Honor and Force’, my Royalty AU! Knight Obi-Wan sneaking young prince Rex down to the coast for a quiet moment away from it all.

Honestly I put too much thought into the background, gotta stop doing that XD But what can I say, I'm obsessed with telling a story through my images, and every piece of the background was needed for that.

Enjoy!

[exotoxoxo]

Til the End of The Moon - my favorite ladies

[happywebdesign]

One Hundred Berlin

[52drabbles]

Week 42

Here we go, the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Apparently it's this trope prompt: Forced proximity.

Which, I suspect, raises more questions than it answers. I guess we'll find out. Get drabbling!

[raccoonintheattic]

Week #42

She dreamed of becoming a writer; me with saving the planet.

The leaves on the trees have already begun to change colour—last chance to survive another winter. Red, yellow, and orange paint the landscape with warm tones, colours culturally associated with passion and that bring to mind the memory of fire. However, they contrast with the clothing of the people who walk beneath them—greyish, neutral colours, and some black as well.

It's funny, I think as I walk through the city streets at night, how imperceptible all these colours are. The trees, illuminated only by the stars and the artificial light from streetlights and passing cars, are nothing more than skeletons—dead bodies swayed by the wind, which occasionally makes the dry leaves on the ground rattle as they are dragged along.

The night, or rather, the complete absence of natural light—sunlight that takes almost eight minutes to reach our planet—cancels out the seasons, almost as if the Earth had stopped rotating around the sun, jealous of the importance we give to that fireball. Without light, the trees remain static, and—if one tries hard enough to dissociate from reality—one can imagine that it is still summer, or even spring.

While walking through the quiet and dark streets of the city, I call my friend on the phone. Why? You may ask. Honestly, for no particular reason. Perhaps to not feel so alone, perhaps because I am walking through an area that is too dark and silent��as if my conversation could prevent me from danger or something like that—or perhaps to ignore the darkest and most disastrous thoughts of my exhausted mind, which, in a way, seems to be preparing for the arrival of winter. You see, the absence of light—short days and grey skies—induces my mind into complete apathy, making it more susceptible to sad, sticky thoughts like tar, permeating my grey matter, enclosed in a bone cage. And, you see, I like it, I like feeling miserable in a way, I embrace it.

Our conversation revolves around catching up, discussing life and our problems—without getting too philosophical, neither she nor I are that pedantic. There's not much we can really do for each other and we soon realise that we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes—or steps, if you don't want me to be catastrophic—of our parents. And we realise, as we talk, how adulthood has gradually erased our innocence, our enthusiasm, our desire to build a bright future—like the light of the sun. Or perhaps we have woken up from the dormancy that late capitalism submerged us in, and only now do we realise what a shitty world we live in—maybe we just took the wrong pill.

She dreamed of becoming a writer; me with studying ecology and saving the planet. It seems that popular literature does not mourn the loss of another young writer who will never be, and the planet seems to be doing... just fine. A little warmer than fifty years ago. But there it is, ellipsoid, rotating constantly. Warmer winters and even more arid summers occur, in between torrential rains, droughts and hurricanes. But it keeps spinning.

[zencurious]

there was that moment —

One day my heart emptied itself of all its content

and my chest breathed a sigh of relief

In that moment,

there was a pattern to the light

there was a rhythm to the vibration of every motion

and the sounds were pure and resonant

I basked in beauty

I contemplated the mysteries

I reveled in the sensual

and that moment was good

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Day 19. October Series

[choicesflashfics]

Week 42 Prompts:

“I love how you look at me like I'm the only person in the world.”

“I wish I could go back and change things.”

“You always were a terrible liar.”

White Wolf of Stormholt - @aussiegurl1234 (The Royal Romance)

Total Surrender - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Karma is … a Barbie Premiere - @jerzwriter (Open Heart; Tobias Carrick x F!MC / Ethan Ramsey x F!OC)

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[klickklackwack]

Lyric bits that stuck with me, week 42

Doja Cat - Attention, 2023 album Scarlet

Cults - Gilded Lily, 2022 album Offering

Harry Styles - Fine line, 2019 album Fine Line

Eagles - Hotel California, 1976 album Hotel California

Peach Tree Rascals - Things won’t go my way, 2020 single

[leo-kinnie]

since boops are back heres some wips i have for tortles...

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when House says Wilson's name

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

Goretober Day 8: Xray

Sorry bro your skeletons fucking weird

[happywebdesign]

Audo Copenhagen

[mtk4fun]

Happy Birthday @mega-aulover! I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow.

I wrote 110 words plus and the plus is unidentifiable because I'm editing my fic for the Hurricane Helene fundraiser and editing does involve new writing (but I haven't kept track of every single word).

Week 42 of 2024

This week I was able to write 271 words for Hybrid. Tomorrow is my birthday and all I wish for more donations to the hurricane relief fund.

how did you guys do?

[zencurious]

home feeling —

You hold my body, I hold your heart

a balance reached with devotion and surrender

The emptiness always felt in my soul

a refusal to attach to subpar connections.

In your embrace, kissing your lips

Hearts and bodies sighing their contentment

Light and naked bodies coming home.

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Day 21. October Series

[kedreeva]

Freshly peeled quail eggs!

This is the second hatch from my jumbo wild type group. A friend of mine has been helping me ID the chicks. They're SUPPOSED to all be actual wild type, and you'd think that the biggest coturnix quail breeder in the US that brags about the quality of their quail, would be able to weed out color morphs from a wild type group and sell actual wild type hatching eggs. But here we are, so I'm going to make my own.

In other news, I did find a breeder in California that was breeding wild type feather celadon quail! This is very exciting to me, because I REALLY want to have a line of jumbo wild type Celadons. Plenty of meat, nice big eggs, easy to sex so breeding selections will go better and I can keep the population down easier. If I can switch my Celadons over to 100% wild type feather 100% celadon egg, I can sell or at least retire my plastic rack, since I won't need it for sexing birds anymore.

For now, I have the eggs in the incubator, I have chicks in the brooder, and my racks are finished and doing great for the birds so far!