#anyway happy thanksgiving

[buckysbarnes]

STEVE HARRINGTON     “vecna’s curse” 4.02 • stranger things

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

 Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall’n - An Adar Origin Story

Summary: “Nothing is evil in the beginning.”The one who would be called "Adar" in afterdays awakens at Cuiviénen, and his dark destiny unfolds. (Rating: M)

Chapter 1: Awakening

From out of nothing, a voice speaks, and one word echoes:  

Awake . . .

Awake . . .

In the innermost of places, the fëa is kindled, summoned into being by the words of the One, the all-powerful voice that speaks from the deeps of time.

Awake . . .

Breath begins, soft and shallow. Peacefully, it winds through every cavern, into every corner of the hröa, carrying the essence of life.

“Awake . . .”

The call is at last perceived by the one whom it awakens as the fëa touches the mind, creating consciousness. It is a whispered suggestion—beckoning, coaxing:

“Now is the time. Awake. . .”

...

For the first time, his eyes are opened.

The first thing he sees is the blue-black sky, pulled over top of him like a cloak of velvet, comforting and vast. Glimmering in the deeps of this heavenly fabric, he perceives points of light that shine, radiant and sharp, like sparkling eyes that watch and wink. He is mesmerized as they dance before him, twinkling beacons of celestial fire.

Their light touches something inside him—he becomes aware of a deep, sudden ache, and he connects it with their beauty.

From around him, he begins to hear voices, calling out: “Elen! Elen!”  He makes another connection: the word—elen—with the lights in the skies. Stars.

The voices and the light inspire movement—he is curious now, desiring to draw closer, to see more. He perceives his body: the hands that help him rise, pushing against soft grass and solid earth, and the feet that allow him to stand, bringing him ever so slightly nearer to the stars above.

There are others like him, standing further up the gently sloping hillside, their eyes also transfixed by the sky. He studies them closely. They stand in pairs—tall ones, with bodies like his, and next to them, slightly shorter ones with longer hair that seem somehow softer than their partners.

His eyes fall to the place beside him, and he finds it empty. A new feeling rises—cloudy and uncomfortable, a sense of incorrectness. Confusion.

Was not there a companion for him?

While the others hold their places, so taken as they are with the stars, he begins to move, to search.

His feet carry him down the hill toward a vast lake, glassy and calm. On the bank are trees with long, wispy branches that wave in the night wind, and diverse blossoms of purple and blue and white. He winds through the branches and vines, running his fingers over silken petals. Something invisible guides his step—a feeling, an instinct, that draws him through the trees. He comes to an inlet where the water breaks its gentle curve along the shoreline and juts sharply into the land.

He sees her there, and he knows, somehow, that she is meant for him.

She is standing in the glassy water, bending down to touch it, to capture it briefly in her cupped hand before letting it trickle out again. There is starlight in her long, dark hair, and as he watches her manipulate the water, he feels the ache again—similar to the one he’d felt when he’d first beheld the stars—and he understands that it must come from beholding a sight of surpassing beauty.

From across the water, her eyes find his as she pulls her body slowly upright. She tosses her hair back over her white shoulders, and he is enraptured by her loveliness, her aliveness. Catching his stare, a playful smile teases about her lips, and she tilts her head coyly, as though beckoning him to draw nearer. He chances a step toward her, and her smile broadens as she turns away and bounds gracefully off into the trees.

He follows—far less gracefully—splashing through the cool, shallow waters to the opposite shore and clambering up the muddy bank and into the wood.

Soft moss carpets the forest floor. Gaining speed, he begins to thrill at the feel of wind blowing through his hair and earth beneath his feet. He draws closer, but she is quick, darting in and out of the trees, her movements swift and agile. The air rings with her laughter and it spurs him on, his pulse quickening with each burst of that melodious sound.

On and on they run, until she comes to a stop in a clearing just ahead. He slows, gasping with effort to return breath to body.

She turns to him as he steps into the glade, her eyes shimmering, and he is drawn to her beauty as though she were a fallen star given earthly form. With cautious step, he approaches, fearful that she’ll run again.

But this time, she lingers, and allows him draw near enough to notice the rise and fall of her chest, to hear the breath of life as it flows in and out past her lips. Her eyes are two endless pools of deep green, intense and aflame with curiosity as he nears, studying every inch of him.

He is not running any longer, yet his heart still races as though he is.

She lifts her hand slowly, bringing it close to his face but not allowing it to touch. Green eyes beckon, and he senses that she is waiting for him. Understanding, he mirrors her movement with his opposite hand, and it trembles in anticipation, suspended. . . waiting.  

Her hand begins to caress the skin of his temple, gliding along the edge of his face, tracing down his cheek and back again, and he does the same: delighting in this first experience of touch, this first moment of connection. Her fingers glide through his hair, skimming over the sharp peak of his ear and a tremor runs through his body at this new sensation; it floods him with warmth as his eyes close in bliss.

Finally, he feels her hand come to rest gently on his chest, right above his heart, where dwells the secret fire of his being, and she smiles contentedly when he touches her in the same place.

As they stand still together, there by the Waters of Awakening, in the place known in afterdays as Cuiviénen, he can almost hear the song that his fëa sings out in joy for having found her.

He knows then—in the same way he knew the word by which to call the stars—that they have names, given to them by a great creator: that he is Eren, and she, Erenyë.

And in the bliss of those awakening days, he can think of nothing that would ever part them.

.....

The elves that awoke upon that hill become followers of Tata, the Second Father, who had awoken after Imin, the First Father, and before Enel. The three fathers had chosen their kindreds, and of the Tatyar, Tata’s people, there were fifty-six.

By the waters of Cuiviénen they settle, and their days are filled with wandering the shores and bathing in the waters and singing to the stars. In time, they come to the fullness of speech, and they learn to gather berries and mushrooms and other sundry roots and plants to eat.

But Erenyë is not content to remain by the great lake—for her spirit calls her ever into the wild. From the first day, she has loved the trees, and she delights most in naming the different kinds, and in discovering new glens and yet unwalked paths. She comes to know the forests and the fens that surround Cuiviénen better than any among the Tatyar, or the Minyar, Imin’s people.

Only the children of the Nelyar, the kindred of Enel, wander in the wood as often as Erenyë does, but they always return before the evensong, at the rising of the bright western star.

Yet Erenyë is frequently absent at the singing, and it is not uncommon for her to miss many evensongs in a row.

And wheresoever Erenyë walks, Eren follows after.

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[chibeast]

Happy Dappy T everyone!

[bvnnyblood]

"if your left leg is halloween, and your right leg is christmas, can i come in between the holidays?"

what spending the holidays with the chuckle boys is like 🫶

★ halloween with schlatt is straight out of a cheesy romance novel. going on pumpkin patch dates, watching horror movies until the sun rises and you're cuddled up on the couch with jambo. for man of his stature and size, the poor thing cannot stand blood and gore, so there’s a limit to how much he can take at once. no texas chainsaw massacre, no saw, and definitely no terrifyer.

he’s hiding behind every possible corner with a mask on and giddy breath leaving his lips. the amount of times he’s seen you get so scared. the look on your face is so priceless that he can’t help but laugh seeing you clutch your chest as you give him a weak shove.

★ thanksgiving with charlie is the sweetest of times. the two of you waking up side by side, the light pouring into your bedroom as he presses soft kisses to your temple. the two of you going last minute shopping for the little things, like seasoning and cranberry sauce. sitting at home together all curled up on the couch, waiting in anticipation as you wait for santa to arrive in the macy’s day parade.

every year he brings out this stupid apron that you can never seem to figure out where he hides. he has to, because if you ever got your hands on it, you would burn it. it was a part of a matching set, but you had only been able to get rid of one of those stupid things. his apron had a rather large and smug turkey with the words, “i made the stuffing” in a small text bubble. every year he brings it out, and every year he chuckles at the tainted and heated flush he sees from you.

★ christmas with ted is something right out of a hallmark movie. the two of you buying each other small gifts for the twelve days of christmas just to find each other awake in the middle of the night on christmas eve, trying to put presents under the tree for the other. he showers you in cheesy holiday pick up lines and always seems to have a candy cane in his pocket. you never found the box anywhere. and yet almost every time you see him, he has a candy cane in his mouth and his kisses taste like peppermint.

there’s a lot of things to describe ted, but the three things that come to mind when it comes to ted around christmastime are as follows: smooth, cheesy, and romantic. the two of you are watching some kind of holiday-themed movie when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder. “huh, that’s funny. i don’t remember hanging up mistletoe.” you hear him say, a stupid grin on his face as he turns to you. you look up and there you see his hand dangling above you, mistletoe hanging loosely in his fingers before he’s smothering you with his lips.

[neilphen]

"It's where the music would take you. I mean, otherwise you would never go to such a situation. Because of the music it took us to...it took us to everywhere. It took us to some strange places."

"Physically? Spiritually?"

"Physically, spiritually, and psychotically."

THE LAST WALTZ - Thanksgiving Day, 1976

[crescentfool]

the persona 3 protagonist 25th anniversary nui in food appliances!

[thou-babbling-brook]

Basim Ibn Is’haq 🦅💙💛

Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow American followers! At the time when I started working on this, character sheets were winning the poll I posted, so I decided to combine my fixation on Mirage with one of the most selected options! This was such a blast to work on, and it was amazing to see how I’ve grown in just a year and a half. Please enjoy!

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Been very stressed but I’m hanging in there. Have a BEEG stretch Mimi

[11x13kyle]

kyle: i came out to my parents when they discovered gay porn on my computer while i was at tolkien’s house choreographing a hip hop dance. and i got a call from—

kenny: seems like a hat on a hat, i don’t know…

kyle: well, right! which is why i was shocked because i thought they already knew. but i got a call while i was like mid-shoulder brush from my mother being like “where are you?” and i was like “MMI’m at tOLkien’s house!” and she was like “You Need To Come Home Now.” and i went home—

kenny: they confronted you about this???

butters: well it’s PORN—

kyle: about finding porn on the family computer???

kenny: how old were you??

butters: 16? no?

kyle: like……15, 14…..

stan: well, yeah.

kenny: i guess so.

kyle: i can’t believe i’m telling this story……

cartman: give us alllll the details

kyle: i went home after choreo—we finished the dance, he drove me home in his infinity suv, and—

kenny: bougie.

butters: whaaaat????

kyle: and i walk into the house, it is pitch black, and i just see the backlit shadow of my mother in the corner of the kitchen just like…..she brings me down, and rather than just like having like a nice “let’s talk about this” she starts like bringing up, opening up all the websites

all: oooooh…..

kyle: and i don’t know what to DO, and i’m just going “EW! WHAT is that?! THAT’S disgusting!” meanwhile i’m like “yeah, tuesday, yeah wednesday, thursday i didn’t do anything, but friday—”

cartman: so dramatic

kenny: where was—

kyle: and then my dad comes down in like his tighty whities and he’s like “kyle, if it’s yours, just tell us.” and then—

stan: IF it’s yours?????

kyle: they found—well hold on. hold on. they found like this weird fax like a document that nobody recognized and i was like “wEll, OBVIOUSLY someone’s hacked into our computer!” and they BELIEVED ME.

[momos-servants]

The “other woman” cliche but with Zukka. Zuko and Mai are an on and off again type of relationship. They love each other in the core and want to make their relationship right, but it always ends up falling apart (they’re both gay and just can’t realize it). They think each time they try again it’s going to be different, but they always end up seperated.

Sokka, who’s in the fire nation for an ambassador position, watches each time they break up. He’s there for Zuko every time, comforting him, holding him, just a shoulder to cry on. All while falling deeper in love with his best friend, but he could hardly tell Zuko that. Zuko is meant to be with Mai, they always come back together.

One day Zuko and Mai finally agree that they’re finished, it’s over. There’s no possibility they are getting back together, they both claim. And so, hidden glances and lingering touches between Zuko and Sokka turn into something more. The bed was shared and both were seemingly falling for each other, so Sokka thought. He thought of an elaborate plan of asking Zuko out, running out to Piandao’s place and thus beginning to craft a perfect gift for Zuko. A knife, engraved where two letters: Z + S.

The next day, Sokka has his whole speech planned with a knife prettily wrapped in a bow. He walks over to the turtleduck pond he knows he’ll find Zuko is there, stomach full with nerves. He’s going to confess everything and make Zuko his.

But when he gets there, he sees Mai and Zuko kissing.

[blood-mocha-latte]

excerpts

[k9wa]

i swear to god im gonna write something for halloween just let me get thru my 3 consecutive 9 hours shifts this weekend and i will do it i promise

[the-broken-pen]

“Please,” she whispered. The villain paused.

A slow grin spread a cross their face.

“Begging so soon? Not very heroic.”

She laughed, and it hurt.

“Not heroic, no.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed, head tipping to the side as they regarded her.

Her eyes darted to the door, fear beginning to churn in her gut. Their face cleared as they followed her gaze, understanding writing itself on their skin.

“You’re afraid,” they observed. The villain stepped forward to where she knelt, knees digging into the ground. Their cool fingers wrapped around her chin and tipped her head up. “But not of me.”

She stilled, swallowing.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The villain tutted, smile vicious and victorious and soft.

“Don’t lie to a liar.”

She closed her mouth.

The villain traced soothing circles along her jaw with their thumb. “You’re afraid your friends will get here in time,” they said softly. The hero made to jerk away, and the villain’s nails dug into her skin, eyes flashing in warning. “You’re afraid they’ll make it here in time to save you.”

Bitterly, tears rose in her eyes.

“Please,” her voice broke. The villain was silent.

They sighed.

“Up you get,” they tugged her up, wrapping an arm around her waist when she wobbled on numb knees. She closed her eyes.

She expected pain, the sharpness of finality, the crisp bite of death—but it wasn’t there.

When she opened her eyes, the villain was watching her.

Her gut sank.

“You aren’t going to kill me.”

The villain shrugged a shoulder.

“Oh, of course not. You want to die. What could be more torturous for you than leaving you alive?”

This time, the panic that curled in her gut was for the villain.

“Let me go then,” she said. The villain’s grip was stone on her waist.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I won’t kill you,” they reminded. They tugged her against them so swiftly she didn’t feel it happen. Their lips pressed against her ear.

“No, love. I’m going to turn you into another me.”

She could feel their grin against her ear.

They vanished, taking her with them, before her friends could get there.

Six months later, she picked her friends off. One. By. One.

And the city burned.

[mysticalflyte]

I too want to eat with the Kawamotos

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[whereismyhat5678]

GUYS BEFORE I GO TO BED I GOTTA SAY TO Y’ALL-

HAPPY THANKSGIVING 🦃🦃🫶🫶💥💥💖💖

(I’m so sorry I didn’t post art for today!!! I mostly spent the day at my grandparents house (they make BOMB ass turkey sandwiches btw love ya’ Grandma 😎🤟) but I just wanted to make a post to show some appreciation!!! I hope you guys like it 🫶🫶)

*EHEM*

First I wanna list some things I’m grateful for *pulls out list comically*:

My parents who gave birth to me

My brother/sibling who can be an asshole but I love him

D O G

Irl friends who appreciate and love me and I love em 10 times more back I could hug every single one of them

OF COURSE Tumblr Mutuals/friends :D (You guys are the best I’m gonna mention you last)

Food I’m provided

School that I can attend too

ME BEING ABLE TO DRAW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY….being able to B R E A T H E (existing- I love being able to exist as I do-)

That was my little list for what I’m Thankful for…AND NOW TO LIST MY FRIENDS/MUTUALS CUZ I LIVE WHO YOU ARE AND I’M THANKFUL TO HAVE YOU 💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥

Gather everyone:

@linhfoxmoive @moon9931 @noodletime @ijusthavefun @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @cherryxsapphic @lucia-the-mii @alaskacoolkid1 @marclef @fluffygiraffe @nomlioart @kate-bot @lord-yiikes @remaking-machine @lovestryke @dingle-dee AND @w00den-h3ad

OKAY I THINK I GOT EVERYONE-

Anyways, to ALL….Have a Happy Thanksgiving 💗🫶💗🫶💗🫶

Have a good night/day ❤️❤️

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

anyway shout out to other people in the dead parent club who are going through important benchmarks in life and keep wildly oscillating between celebrating and grieving