#arrive

[quotelr]

Don’t just exist; do something meaningful with your life. Discover a problem and fix it.Don’t just fit in; make it a point to brighten your corner. Decide to resolve your challenges. Don’t just manage; go extra mile and win your race. Never give up the fight. You will win.Don’t just be able; always make sure you are available. Be present to make a change.Don’t just be alive; once you have arrived, find the reason why and make that reason accomplished.Don’t just wish; be passionate about what you wish to see happen. Rise up and make it happen.Don’t just create; create to change; change to improve; improve to increase. Aspire to inspire.Don’t just be making a living; make a life and leave an indelible footstep wherever you step.I want to meet you and many others on the top. Don’t be left out!

Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

[pretty-prince-lulu]

one day I'll have a terraria world where I DON'T build a minecart network across the entire world like mr bones wild ride even though far easier methods of travel exist but it is NOT today

[opelman]

Display Hornet by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: RCAF CF-18 Hornet 188774 taxis at Fairford having arrived to take part in the 2024 Royal International Air Tattoo. One of the themes of the show was the RCAF's centenary, with the air arm contributing significantly to the flying and static displays. Aircraft: Royal Canadian Air Force McDonnell Douglas CF-188A Hornet 188774. Location: RAF Fairford, Gloucestershire.

[viacursecasting]

Damn This Heart. ♬

An Ivy Drabble

Summary: Desperate for solace on a night where thoughts of heartbreak won't leave her alone, Ivy seeks help from her mentor, her silver lining...

The moon. The fog. The light through the leaves.

Normally the arachnid would take her time admiring the scenery of the forest clearing, the melody of cicadas, the breeze of the evening... a place of solitude under the stars where she could meditate, could calm her storm of a mind. But tonight was different.

Memories surfaced, bathed in a warm light in her mind's eye. He would gaze at her like no one else existed. Peck her fingers with his lips. Breathe her name against her ear.

But was she thinking about Arte...

Or him?

She vigorously shook her head as if she could purge the memories to no avail. She sighed, clutching her damn heart that she wished she could rip out. She could handle physical pain. At least she could mend it. At least it was tangible. But this overbearing emptiness—feeling everything and nothing all at once, akin to phantom pain of the heart—was all she was left with after giving her soul, her trust, every fiber of her being to someone she thought was The One...

She couldn't fall in love. Not again.

She clawed at her head of snow white hair, on the verge of yanking it out. She didn't know whether to scream or cry or both.

If she disappeared, would the pain cease?

Normally she would bottle up these feelings, tuck them away like a love letter never meant to be sent.

But desperate times called for desperate measures...

~

The arachnid stood on the patio of her mentor's abode, her knuckles hovering over the oak door. The psychokinetic who helped keep her umbrakinesis in check insisted she could contact him whenever she needed. After all, time was on his side. Plus with powers like theirs, it was important for them to be in tune with their emotions. However, she never actually took him up on his offer. Did he truly mean it?

She took a deep breath to muster up her courage, but then retracted her hand. Perhaps she shouldn't wake him—

Suddenly the door creaked open, casting a sliver of candlelight on her face. "Come in," she heard a voice chime.

Ivy stepped inside as the door, engulfed in a cyan aura, closed behind her. "How did you know I was here?"

"I felt a disturbance," said the silvery hedgehog, looking up from his novel as he sat in a lounge chair by the fireplace. Then he gave a cheeky grin as he held up his communicator. "Just kidding. I got a notification from my doorbell camera."

Ivy bowed her head. "Apologies for the intrusion."

Silver waved her concern away, gesturing for her to take a seat. "It's a bit late for one of our training sessions. What's on your mind?"

Ivy did so, wasting no time. "Have you ever been in love?"

Silver reddened. "P-Pardon?"

Ivy enunciated, "Have you ever. Been in love?"

Silver rubbed his neck bashfully. "I... don't know if I would call it that."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed, setting his book down. "It was... complicated. I... cared a lot about him," he explained, careful not to use the L-word. "But it wasn't the place nor time." He laughed, a hollow thing. "Literally."

Ivy surmised, "Time travel kept you away from him?"

Silver nodded solemnly. "He always waited for me but I felt that was unfair to him. I loved him so much that I wanted him to be free."

"Love."

His ears perked. "Hm?"

"You said 'love' that time," Ivy observed.

Interestingly, Silver didn't feel embarrassed. He actually felt... relief. "I guess I did."

Ivy looked downcast. "I think I'm going through something similar."

The hedgehog leaned forward, attentive. It prompted Ivy to continue. "There's someone I want to pursue but... circumstances... are holding me back."

"What kind of circumstances?"

Ivy gripped her core as if that could ease the agony. "I'm afraid I can't move on from the past. Does time really heal all? And if so, how much time?"

"Ivy," Silver said with the utmost sincerity, "time does heal all. I would know better than anyone. But how much time, you ask? I used to wonder the same thing. I still do."

He scrutinized his hands, knowing the power he held. "When I cut ties with my partner, I wondered how long it would take for me to get over it. I traveled through time for weeks. Months. Even centuries.

"The thing is," he continued, "even though so much time had passed, the heartbreak remained as if it had been yesterday."

He clawed at his chest, reliving the hurt. "It was then I realized I had to physically let the time pass. No shortcuts. No loopholes. Only then did I heal."

Ivy was afraid he would say that. "If that's so, then it wouldn't be fair to make him wait."

"Are you talking about Arte?"

Ivy's breath hitched as she quickly averted her gaze.

Silver let out a soft chuckle. "Listen. I haven't met him personally, but based on what Blaze says about him as her student, I know he's a man of his word."

"But that's the problem!" Ivy cried. "He claims he'd wait an eternity for me, but he shouldn't waste his youth waiting for someone who..." She swallowed, trying to contain the crack in her voice. "Who can't bear another broken heart."

Deep in thought, Silver rubbed his chin. "If you live in fear of the past," he pondered, "are you truly living?"

Ivy's eyes stung with tears. "It's all I have." Sudden thoughts of the jackal swarmed her mind like a fervent tornado. His searing touch. His tempting voice. His lustful gaze. "He—was all—!"

The void in her chest was all too real, and she felt herself being swallowed, her sanity taking a nosedive into the abyss as the dam of her tears broke.

The hedgehog swiftly but gently placed his palm on her forehead, emitting a calming aura to ease her racing mind, to steady her erratic breathing. He encouraged her to take a few deep breaths with him, and after some time, she mellowed, and the world seemed to slow down again.

Silver sat back, offering a handkerchief to his pupil as they embraced the silence, save for the crackling fire.

Eventually he said, "You know... the sun must set in order to rise."

Ivy wiped her tears. "Is this another one of your cryptic lessons?"

Silver laughed. "What I mean is, this will pass. Take some time to heal. To find yourself. As long as you communicate with that special someone, what's 'fair' or not doesn't matter. He should get to decide if he wants to wait," he advised, giving her a reassuring wink.

Ivy let out an amused huff behind her mask. "Perhaps you should take your own advice."

Silver smiled, gazing fondly at a portrait of him with his arm around a blushing magenta chameleon. "Yeah...

"Perhaps I will."

[daily-spanish-word]

to arrive llegar

We are waiting for the arrival of the members of the league. Yes, we’re awaiting the leaguers.

If you know French: think of arriving at ‘the station’: la gare.

The train arrived at the station at eleven. El tren llegó a la estación a las once.

Picture by Pat Loika on Flickr

[albertayebisackey]

"Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of traveling." - Margaret Lee Runbeck

[postcard-from-the-past]

An automobile about to arrive in El Oued, Algeria

French vintage postcard

[runningfromadream]

If you don't forgive yourself, tomorrow will still arrive. So you might as well forgive yourself.

Victoria Chang

[sarasa-cat]

Still in a state of zonked out misery

The allergies this year. Wtf?

My face looks like it was punched.

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Add in the extra misery of not having good sleep for the past two months for reasons mostly out of my control (good sleep should return this Saturday night, hopefully, when a whole bunch of new furniture finnnnnnally arrives).

And then there is the recovery from ??? Which left my digestive system in a bad place (now recovered although I am still on a medically strict/controlled diet but slowly adding safe-ish foods back in).

My eyes are so red and crusty. Fucking trees.

[dudydoodie]

D. (1)

[officialelectric]

[1introvertedsage]

Arrive

As I arrive upon the cavern I feel a tempest angst to go inside. I'm nervous but not afraid. I've been here before. Something inside me has it's heels firmly dug in the sand refusing to step foot within. I feel like this is a fight I don't want but I need. What stops her from entering being seen by the All. The Great Mother has been here. This pride and this shame is not our own. But she clings to it as all she's known.

~I.S.~

[to-fu]

my easily jumpscared gf has her back to the door in our new place and every time i need to announce myself like im an angel of god

[opelman]

Phantom Phighter by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: Turkish F-4 73-1023 taxis at Fairford with its drag chute deployed having arrived to take part in the static display at the 2023 Royal International Air Tattoo. The aircraft wears a "Tribute to Old Phantom Phighters" special tail scheme. Aircraft: Türk Hava Kuvvetleri (Turkish Air Force) McDonnell Douglas F-4E-2020 Phantom II 73-1023/023 from 111 Filo. Location: RAF Fairford, Gloucestershire.

[viacursecasting]

Boundaries.

An Arte X Ivy Drabble

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

Arte opened the door to the arachnid's chambers, greeted by the sight of moonbeams illuminating her porcelain muzzle just before she put on her mask. "You know you don't have to wear that around me," the immune feline reminded her.

"Oh," Ivy realized, removing it. "Force of habit."

Arte then added, "By all means, do whatever makes you comfortable. I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright," Ivy assured. "I'm... comfortable around you." Although it was true, it was such a foreign feeling. To be unbridled by the shackles of her illness.

Arte felt fluttery in his chest, though he quickly batted it away by clearing his throat. "So how are you feeling? Ever since I... you know..."

From the way his ears folded back, Ivy could tell the cryokinetic was feeling guilty for her mild case of frostbite. "Kingsley, it wasn't your fault."

"I know you think that," Arte began, clenching his fists, "but if anything serious happened to you because of me, I would never forgive myself."

Amused, Ivy shook her head. "Risking my life for the sake of yours is quite literally my job."

"I suppose..." Arte stared at his hands as if they betrayed him. "I'm just afraid of hurting you again."

Ivy felt a pang in her chest. Such cruel irony. The one person she could touch... couldn't touch her.

But perhaps...

She contemplated before suggesting, "Would you like to propose a time limit for physical contact?"

Arte raised his head, intrigued. "I think I'd like that."

Ivy recalled, "I believe I was affected after fifteen minutes, so shall we say ten?"

Arte hesitated. "I don't want to risk that. Not yet at least." He countered, "Can we start with five?"

"Sure," Ivy responded. "Five minutes it is."

Arte sighed in relief. Setting this boundary was something he didn't know he needed. It felt good to have the weight of the world off his shoulders.

Then Ivy took a bold step forward. "Shall we put it to the test?"

Arte tinted. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't suggest it if I weren't."

He took a deep breath. "Okay then..."

Giving the spider one last chance to change her mind, he offered his palm. To his surprise, she took it. He kept his touch as light as powdered snow as he brought her digits to his lips, giving them a peck.

Ivy averted her gaze in a poor attempt to hide her rosiness. "You don't have to treat me like some delicate—ah!"

The feline swiftly drew her in to lock his arms around her petite frame. He felt her stiffen, knowing she was unfamiliar to embraces, but he eventually felt her relax and return the hug. She clutched him tightly, taking advantage of the opportunity to hold someone. This coaxed him to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her flowery scent.

He spoke against her ivory skin, his cool breath making her shiver, "I missed you."

Despite the chill, Ivy felt warm. "You did?"

Arte chuckled. "Of course. I missed your gaze. Your voice. Even your stubbornness."

Ivy flushed. "What am I supposed to say when you tell me such things?"

Arte drew his head back to face her, brushing her soft bangs aside to view her radiant ambers. "Nothing. Just let me savor you." He was about to lean in, then halted upon seeing her burning cheeks. "Sorry, was that too forward?"

Ivy shook her head, making an effort to steady her racing pulse.

Relieved, Arte leaned in to kiss her, their lips dancing their familiar waltz, their heartbeats harmonizing like the chorus of a love song.