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At the laundromat
#my photography#photography#my photos#photooftheday#alternative#eerie aesthetic#grunge#eerie#liminal photography#abandoned#rural#rural aesthetic#rural america#rural gothic#liminal aesthetic#liminal spaces#liminality#liminal#nostalgia#night photography#ambient#ruralcore#oddcore#weirdcore#after hours#small town aesthetic#small town#small town gothic#dreamcore#viral
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Saigon, Vietnam. Credit to laphanblog (Instagram).
#vietnam#vietnamese#culture#travel destinations#travel#saigon#ho chi minh#ho chi minh city#cafe#after the rain#green#greenery#urbanscape#urban landscape#urban photography#urban nature#urban life
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Lilacs after rain
Photograph from June 2024
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you've been on my mind, and i’ll wastе my time
#mine#aesthetic#photography#dark aesthetic#nature#southern gothic#rural gothic#rural#powerlines#power lines#cigarettes after sex
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he's in someone's locket
#les mis#enjolras#combeferre#courfeyrac#enjoltaire#the moment I found out 1822 was the year they invented photography I rejoiced#they're rich they can afford a camera#new art after 100000 years wow can we believe it#oh can you imagine being in someone's locket#haterart
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Irving Penn: 'After Dinner Games' (1947) Location: New York City
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𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 🍃
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 🌳 𝘭𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘬
#cottagecore#nature#naturecore#do u like my troll? cus I fell in love with him!#the second troll like thing we saw today#it’s a sign from our norrøn god : Odin#i’m from a Viking bloodline and damn proud#lol#aaanyway#woods#and I had to add Frida! hihi#moffe went yesterday but it was just a little trip because she’s gotten sick and I’m very worried (don’t rly wanna talk about it but yea)#and she’s old after all#almost 14. and Frida almost 2.#aaanyway (again)#isn’t this forest gorgeous??#it’s the forest of my childhood#been all over the place there#lots of ppl take walks there cus it’s perfect for just that#forest#forestcore#warmcore#photography#norway#my pics#dogs#animals#cavalier king charles spaniel#Norwegian forest
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Too Sweet - Sequel to Cradle
Summary: Arthur wears his daughter’s flower crown into town, showing his love and care without hesitation.
wc: 1,415
ao3 link, part 1
a/n: Inspired by @scarletlove2's comment!
The soft coos of your baby girl filled the cabin as dawn broke over the horizon, golden light filtering through the curtains. Arthur was already awake, sitting by the hearth with her cradled in his arms. His eyes were tired, shadows darkening the space beneath them, but his expression was peaceful. Content.
You watched them from the bed, a quiet smile playing on your lips as Arthur rocked her gently. His large, calloused hand dwarfed her tiny body, but his movements were impossibly delicate. He hummed an old tune, one you recognized from the gang’s nights around the fire, and though his voice was rough, it carried a soothing rhythm that made you want to drift back to sleep.
“You’re up early,” you said softly, sitting up and wrapping a shawl around your shoulders.
Arthur glanced at you, his lips curving into a small smile. “She woke up hungry,” he said, nodding toward the empty bottle on the small table beside him. “Didn’t wanna wake you. Figured you deserved some rest.”
You stood and crossed the room, leaning down to press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. “You deserve some rest, too, Arthur. You’ve been running yourself ragged.”
He shook his head, his gaze dropping back to the baby in his arms. “I’m alright. Can’t seem to sleep much anyhow. Every time I close my eyes, I think about… things.” He hesitated, his voice growing quieter. “What kinda world she’s gonna grow up in. What I’ve gotta do to make sure it’s good enough for her.”
Your heart ached at the weight in his words, the unspoken fears that lingered behind them. You knelt beside him, resting your hand on his arm. “You’re already doing it, Arthur. Just by being here. By loving her.”
He didn’t answer right away, his thumb brushing over your daughter’s tiny hand as she squirmed against his chest. “She deserves better than this life. Better than runnin’ and hidin’. She deserves a home.”
You nodded, your own thoughts echoing his. Life with the gang wasn’t what you wanted for her—or for yourselves. The danger, the uncertainty, the endless cycle of violence and survival—it wasn’t a life you could bear to raise her in.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” you admitted quietly. “About leaving.”
Arthur’s head snapped up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “Leavin’? You mean… for good?”
“Yes.” You held his gaze, your voice steady. “I know it’s dangerous, and I know Dutch would never let us go easy, but… we can’t keep doing this, Arthur. Not with her. She needs stability. She needs to grow up somewhere she can be safe.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his brows furrowed in thought. You could see the conflict in his eyes—the pull of loyalty to the gang warring with the deep, unshakable love he had for his daughter. For you.
“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice heavy but resolute. “I’ve been thinkin’ the same. Just didn’t know how to say it.”
Relief flooded through you, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
Arthur sighed, his free arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. For a moment, the three of you were wrapped in a quiet bubble of warmth, the weight of the world outside held at bay.
“I’ll talk to Charles,” Arthur said after a while, his voice thoughtful. “He’s good at coverin’ tracks, and he’ll keep quiet. We’ll need supplies, horses… somewhere to go.”
You nodded. “We’ll find a place. Somewhere far from here.”
Arthur looked down at the baby, her tiny hand clutching his finger in her sleep. His jaw tightened, and you could see the determination harden in his expression.
“I ain’t lettin’ anything happen to her,” he said firmly. “Or to you. We’re gettin’ outta this, and we’re gonna give her the life she deserves.”
You believed him. Arthur had always been a man of action, and now that he had a purpose that went beyond survival, you knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d seen it through.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, bathing the cabin in warm light. Your daughter stirred, her little eyes fluttering open as she let out a soft cry. Arthur stood, handing her carefully to you.
“Guess she’s hungry again,” he said with a small chuckle.
You smiled, holding her close. “You go rest, Arthur. I’ve got her.”
He hesitated, his protective instincts warring with his exhaustion, but finally he nodded. “Alright. Wake me if you need me.”
As he climbed into the cot and closed his eyes, you sat by the fire with your daughter, the weight of the coming changes heavy but hopeful in the air. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with Arthur by your side, you knew you could face it.
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The morning sun spilled golden light over the wildflower-dotted meadow just beyond the small homestead you and Arthur had built. Your six-year-old daughter, Sarah, was kneeling in the grass, her little hands busy weaving a crown from the flowers she’d been gathering all morning. Arthur sat nearby, his long legs stretched out and his back propped against a tree, watching her with a smile that softened his rugged features.
“You about done there, little miss?” Arthur teased, tipping his hat back to get a better look at her handiwork.
“Not yet, Papa!” Sarah said, her small tongue peeking out in concentration as she tied a daisy stem into place. “You gotta be patient.”
Arthur chuckled, leaning his head back against the tree. “Patience, huh? You sure you didn’t learn that from your ma?”
You smiled from the porch, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee, watching the scene unfold. Sarah had Arthur wrapped around her little finger, and you both knew it.
Finally, Sarah stood, holding the flower crown aloft like it was a treasure. She marched over to Arthur with a triumphant grin. “Okay, Papa! All done!”
Arthur sat up straight, his grin widening as she climbed into his lap and carefully placed the crown on his head. It sat crooked, teetering on his messy hair, but she clapped her hands in delight.
“There!” she declared. “Now you’re a king!”
Arthur laughed, the sound deep and genuine. “A king, huh? Well, I reckon I couldn’t ask for a better crown.”
“You have to wear it into town!” Sarah said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “So everyone knows you’re a flower king.”
Arthur raised a brow but didn’t hesitate. “Alright, if that’s what my princess wants.”
You nearly choked on your coffee. “Arthur, you’re really gonna wear that into town?”
He shrugged, his expression as relaxed as ever. “Why not? Ain’t nobody’s business what I wear.”
Sarah beamed, throwing her arms around his neck. “You’re the best, Papa!”
Later that afternoon, the three of you made the trip into town, Sarah skipping happily beside Arthur while he strode confidently through the dusty streets, flower crown still perched on his head. People turned to stare, some with bemused smiles, others with outright laughter. Arthur, however, didn’t so much as flinch.
“Mr. Morgan,” an elderly woman called from her rocking chair on a porch. “That’s quite the look you’re sportin’ today.”
Arthur tipped his hat—well, the flower crown—at her with a grin. “Why, thank you kindly, ma’am. My little girl made it for me. Ain’t it somethin’?”
The woman chuckled, waving him off. “You’re a good father, Arthur.”
Sarah giggled, tugging at his hand. “See, Papa? Everyone loves it!”
You walked a step behind them, your heart full as you watched the easy way Arthur carried himself, unbothered by the stares or whispers. For all his gruffness and rough edges, he’d become the kind of father you’d always dreamed he’d be: patient, loving, and willing to wear a flower crown in public if it made his daughter smile.
When the errands were done, and the three of you made your way back home, Sarah sat on the wagon seat between you and Arthur, her little hands busy weaving another crown. She looked up at him, her eyes full of admiration.
“You’re the best king ever, Papa,” she said.
Arthur looked down at her, his blue eyes soft. “And you’re the best little princess a man could ask for, I reckon.”
As the wagon rolled on, laughter and love filled the air, and the flower crown stayed on Arthur’s head until the sun dipped below the horizon.
꧁✰꧂꧁✰꧂꧁✰꧂꧁✰꧂꧁✰꧂꧁✰꧂꧁✰
a/n: I'm not very good at writing children's dialogue, my apologies! Hope you still enjoyed!
#rdr2 arthur morgan#arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#red dead fandom#arthur morgan rdr2#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption community#high honor arthur morgan#protective arthur morgan#dad arthur morgan#father arthur morgan#domestic arthur morgan#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x reader#red dead redemption john#red dead redemption photography#red dead redemption fanfic#rdr art#rdr2 art#rdr#rdr2 community#red dead 2#arthur morgan deserves happiness#arthur morgan does not have tuberculosis#arthur morgan lives happily ever after
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#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#landscape#my backyard#river#sunset#after the storm#nature photography
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It's getting colder.
#my photography#photography#photooftheday#grunge#my photos#eerie#oddcore#eerie aesthetic#liminal photography#midwest#small town#small town gothic#gothic#ruralcore#rural aesthetic#rural gothic#nostalgia#nostalgiacore#abandoned house#urbex#emptycore#liminal spaces#rural photography#goth#goth aesthetic#photographers on tumblr#fujifilm#night photography#after hours#dreamcore
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“aesthetic” blogs whose entire schtick is just reposting other people’s content with no credit are sooooo lame. the reblog button is right there. and if you’re taking it from another source then fuckin say so, it takes 2 seconds
#i’m seeing this a lot with southern/midwest gothic blogs#they’re just post after post of uncredited photography
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When the sun paints (17.9.)
#photographers on tumblr#original photography#after sunset#North Sea#Beltringharder Koog#clouds#iphone photography
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Vote before looking at the comments or tags for answers or spoilers, please.
#just testing something#photography#or AI#poll#I’ll reply with the answer and notes after the poll finishes#no shame intended#I’m posting this because highly trained professional photographers#genuinly don’t reconize AI#a good 60% of the time#on threads#which is to say#most are not that well versed in reconizing it yet#and I’ll show some more tips on how after a few days of the poll running
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#aesthetic#just girly things#girly#coquette#dollette#girlhood#girl interrupted#love#photography#lana#lana del rey#ldr#marina#2014 tumblr#grunge#soft grunge#romance#tumblr 2014#vintage#glam#brooklyn baby#cigarettes after sex#gangsta#ultraviolence#born to die#btd
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