#carefree existence

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On the sunlit shores of Azura Isle, where the waves kiss the sand with each gentle breath of the sea 🌊, there lived a girl named Pixie with hair like the first blush of dawn. Her locks, a cascade of soft pink, were accented with leaves that whispered of her love for the isle's verdant groves 🌿.

Pixie's life was a vibrant splash of color against the crystal blues of the island waters. Her swimsuit, a neon yellow that captured the very essence of the island's sunlight, was as bright and bold as her fearless spirit 💛. She adorned herself with trinkets and bangles that jingled a melody of Azura's enchanting songs.

Every day, Pixie would dance along the beach, her every move a celebration of the freedom that only a place like Azura Isle could offer. She was the isle's own sprite, a being of light and laughter, leaving a trail of joy wherever she went.

Today, she was the embodiment of the island's heart, a living emblem of the joy and carefree existence that Azura promised to all who set foot on its sacred sands.

[sheikfangirl]

More post-confession steamy cuddles.

In my HC, nothing happened between them Pre-Calamity...

But in this post-Calamity life, "Link 2.0" gets to have romantic Zelda all for himself❤️🔥These new memories are HIS OWN and not his former self.

Cheers!

[ptieuca]

[linkedin-offficial]

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sick for it

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[legionofpotatoes]

softly whispering “oh fuck off” every time I turn a page on this beauty from @bunabi who utterly and completely killed it as always

[volatile-shorty]

you are profoundly precious/a rare gem invaluable

fraggle petrigrofs. betty is a regular tunnel fraggle and simon is a cave fraggle. they nest together and do a lot of projects together. yeah thats pretty much all i got

[kindred-spirit-93]

CRACK CONCEPT

boyfailure odysseus as opposed to the inherently sharp wolfish (hes still snarky and clever imma give him that) king boi bc telemachus has to get it from somewhere and it aint penelope lol

i really love the idea of a people & street smart ody getting adopted by athena and becoming book & war smart as well u feel me. but this isnt what im talking about here. i want him pathetic and snivelling on his knees. idk its funny okay

just imagine he comes home after troy and he bonds with tele and theyre both idiots (penelopes idiots) ody is making up for 10 years away from home and is goofy with his son and pretends to faint everytime penelope walks by bc shes just sp stunning and awesome and actually faints when he realises hes legit married to her. i now realise this doesnt entirely fit the category of boyfailure lol but it do. TO ME

inspired by napolean dynamites award winning dance. i watched it and was like 💡 odysseus of ithaca. imagine him just doing that as a mating dance to penelope (owlthena can i get an amen) esp him running off without a word arms awkwardly by his side DO YALL SEE THE VISION

ofc they all have family idiot sessions where athena holds the braincell and they all roll down hills and frolic in the fields but for the most part penny holds le braincells bc ody is too busy teaching tele something entirely useless (and possibly illegal) bc its very funny (think of the scene where mater and mcqueen get the cows to fall back lol)

AM I MAKING ANY SENSE?

[gracetoldmeto]

ok but what if Cheng Xiaoshi knows what Lu Guang is trying to do? And he's chosen not to bring it up?

like we already know CXS can kinda meld his memories/emotions with the person who took the photo when he's posessing them

so what if CXS saw something in those memories while acting as LG (before the boat scene)?

...and he's keeping silent bc he either doesnt wanna talk about it or he knows the fear LG has about this "last chance" bc he could FEEL how hopelessly terrified LG is...

LG could still fail... CXS could still die... this could be the last attempt to save shiguang so maybe CXS would rather enjoy the time he has left before the inevitable...

[rosurie]

"Bailey's Little Shadow"

enjoy this kid damsel doodle while i share some rambles I already shared with wafer ♡

Damsel doesn't remember too much o her early childhood, but she does have vivid memories of always trying to stick by Bailey's side. she quickly grew out of this in her teen years but pre disappearance she was still a people pleaser who did her best to never disappoint him. post disapprance Damsel doesn't share this sentiment. but...she [begrudgingly] still has a sense of respect [and maybe even a hint of her former idolization] towards Bailey. very, VERY deep down. current Damsel hates Bailey...kinda. on one hand, Bailey is objectively awful [and also he steals her money >:( ]...but he's also very smart.

she understands fundamentally that essentially being a kingpin [like she views Bailey to be] is the easiest way to live in this fucked ass town. she almost admires his unshakable coldness, his ability to be unaffected. so in a way she starts to take aspects of him to make her. Bailey says money is everything so she monopolizes information because getting info is what she's good at. she plays the easy to talk to bubbly girl [something she learned from watching Bailey put on his caring caretaker front] so it's easy to get people to trust her because unlike Bailey, she's small and has basically no arm strength. she has no intimidation factor, except her uncanny ability to know everything, status/relationships, and money. she has nothing to give her a leg up physically so she has to play into her other strengths.

now she is subconsciously modeling herself after the way that she sees Bailey - so if you asked her why she wants to own people, to be powerful and influential, she'd never mention that it comes from Bailey. shes happily not acknowledging that she thinks he's smart because she also thinks he's an ass lol. she will NEVER acknowledge that she still in some way idolizes a man that she also hates [if that's what you want to call her feelings. she definitely will.]

[adustoflove]

Waking up at a brisk 6 am with bpd is like wow another beautiful day. I HOPE today is finally the day I die. I need to disappear. I am UNLOVED I am UNWANTED and I would be better off dead. Thank you, BPD who would I be without her

[thetarttfuldickhead]

what if, one match while jamie's being a prick, winding up the opposing team like only he can, one of the guys on the opposite team takes their frustrations with him too far and takes a swing at him, making contact with his face before anyone can stop him. jamie goes down, and some of the richmond boys are pulling the other guy away while some stay behind to check on him. I'd imagine jamie would get taken off the pitch to get checked out, since it's a hit to the head. what do you think roy's and keeley's reactions would be?

When it happens, it happens quickly.

It's the third game of the season, and Jamie’s in rare form. Has been ever since training resumed after the summer break, really, somehow bringing his very best great teammate game and his prince prick of all pricks game to every match. Once he’d needed a signal; these days he just knows when it’s time to pass the ball and when it’s time to bear down on the goal like fucking Nemesis.

Like something’s settled in him, slid into place.

It’s fucking gorgerous to watch, Roy thinks, nodding approvingly as Jamie slides the ball back to Sam with a deft twist of his ankle.

Unsurprisingly, today’s opponents do not agree. It’s an even game, 2-2 with only ten minutes left to go, and when United takes the ball off of Bumbercatch and initiates their own attack (fortunately ending in the ball going over the sidelines and a thrown-in for Richmond) that’s when Jamie decides it’s time to kick things up a notch and go full prick. Roy watches him jog up to United’s Westerly (whom he has been more or less been running circles around the entire match) and mutter something to him, grinning in that way that used to drive Roy up the fucking wall (still does on occasion), and Westerly—

—fucking swings at him, and before Roy can fully process what is happening Jamie’s down on the grass and players from all over the pitch is running over to hold Westerly back and hold Isaac back as he charges at Westerly and the sound of the whistle is shrill over the roars from the stands and there’s the red card and Sam and Dani are both kneeling by Jamie’s side as the rest of the two teams are either getting all up in each others faces or trying to pull each other away and Jamie is not getting up and—

Roy doesn’t realize that he’s moving before a firm hand on his arm holds him back. “Can’t go on the pitch, Coach,” Beard cautions. “Medic will check on him.”

Truthfully, Roy isn’t fully sure if he was moving to check on Jamie or to punch Westerly in the balls, but Beard’s calm voice cut through the red mist somewhat. He takes a deep breath, calling on the exercises Dr. Fieldstone has had him practising for the better part of the summer. They don’t help much, perhaps, but they do help.

The medical staff is already making their way over to Jamie and thank fucking God he’s rolling over on his back and seems to try to sit up only Sam’s holding him down. Looks like there’s blood on his face but if he’s moving then he’s not fucking dead, is he, or paralyzed and Roy doesn’t need to throw his career away to run over there and break Westerly’s fucking neck even though he can already imagine how fucking satisfying the sound of it snapping would be and—

Roy closes his eyes. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold.

Football is a contact sport. Getting knocked down is all part of the game. Emotions run high during a match, all that adrenaline, and fuck knows Roy’s been fouled more times than he can count. He knows, too, that Jamie can take a hit as well as anyone – but that wasn’t just rough play gone a little too far, that was a deliberate fucking punch to the face and this isn’t fucking ice hockey, is it, that shit is not fucking on.

Even so, Roy’s surprised to realize how angry he is. After all, he’s punched Jamie in the face himself, and that wasn’t even half a year ago.

That was different, somehow. For one, Jamie didn’t need to be led of the pitch and sat down on the grass just a couple of meters away from Roy as Nate tells Roberts to get warm and is it really déjà vu if you know for a fact just what the situation reminds you off?

His phone buzzes. He pulls it out, mostly for a distraction while the medical staff try to stop the nosebleed and check Jamie for concussion.

A text from Keeley. Is he okay???

Before he has time to even begin typing an answer, she’s calling him, and he can’t not answer, can he? Not when he understands how worried she must be, stuck far above it all in the VIP box.

“Hey.”

“Is he all right?” She sounds breathless, tense.

He wonders if that ought to make him jealous. It doesn’t; if anything, it feels good that they’re in this together, just like it had back in Manchester when they conspired (badly) to bring Jamie out of his funk.

“I don’t know. I mean, he’s not fucking dead.” It comes out harsh, but he trusts that Keeley knows him well enough to know why.

“Are they not telling you what’s going on? You’re the fucking coach!” Harsh, but he knows Keeley well enough to know why.

“Have to let the medical staff do their job first. They’re still checking him out, can’t fucking crowd them.”

Jamie’s still sitting up, at least, and while he looks a little dazed he seems responsive enough to the medics’ questions. One of them glances over their shoulder at Roy, which Roy takes as an invitation to move over.

“Hang on,” he mutters into the phone before turning to the medic. “Well?”

“The nose isn’t broken,” she tells him. “We can’t rule out concussion yet, though, so he’s not going back out there. Besides, he’s still bleeding.”

Jamie looks like he maybe wants to argue but thinks better of it. Roy doesn’t know if that has anything to do with the quelling look he gives the younger man. I’m fine with him playing hurt, he’d told Ted not long ago, but Beard had had a point then, hadn’t he? And Dr. Fieldstone, too, when she’s gently but persistenly questioned how well pushing himself to just keep going through any and all pain had actually worked out for him.

“Yeah, okay,” Roy says, acknowledging the medic’s verdict with a jerk of his head. He glances over at Nate, who nods and motions for Roberts to go on.

Then Roy turns back to Jamie, only to find Jamie looking up at him, his face and shirt a mess of blood and dirty smudges.

“How are you feeling?” Roy asks. “Keeley wants to know too,” he adds, holding up his phone to demonstrate.

Jamie smiles a little at that, and Roy feels something in his chest loosen. “I’ll be fine, Coach, Keeley,” Jamie assures him – them. His voice is almost completely steady.

Roy nods sharply. “Yeah, you will.” He reaches down to squeeze Jamie’s shoulder, once. “Great playing out there today. It’s no wonder that fucking arsehole punched you, because there’s no other way he could ever have put a fucking stop to you, yeah?”

He’s rewarded with another smile, slightly bigger this time, and then the medical staff move to take Jamie away and Roy is walking back to the other coaches, speaking into his phone: “He’ll be all right. Might have a concussion, though.”

Keeley lets out a long sigh, almost like a sob. Roy can hear her tell Rebecca that Jamie’s going to be fine, and then she’s back in his ear, fear giving way to both fury and relief: “I’m still taking my stiletto heel to that fucking wanker Westerly if I ever get the chance. Do you think we should go to his place after the game, or should we bring him to mine? Jamie, I mean, not the wanker.” When Roy doesn’t immediately answer, she adds, “We have to watch over him, right? Make sure he doesn’t fall asleep or play video games or something?”

“Don’t think you actually have to do that,” Roy says, but before she can protest, he adds: “But yeah, of course we’ll fucking watch over him.”

Of course they fucking would.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I drew Ahti II and his never before seen, very best friend Karleeen (three e's is intentional) for Halloween! They're dressed as Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens :) Someone likened Ahti II to Azi once and given that he already had a dark-haired "best friend" who is part edgy animal... it was only natural to have this costume arrangement. Please don't spoil anything about the show though, I am only in the first few episodes of season 1!!

On another note, imagine having to buy pants with eight pant legs.

[cuteniarose]

Why is my brain coming up with much more Kuvira lore for the modern AU than Suiren lore??

[m-eltdown]

what do you mean it’s not normal to feel like you're under constant surveillance

[queerstudiesnatural]

seeing teenage gays out and about, holding hands and laughing and everything is SO healing. each new sighting puts a new bandaid on my inner queer child

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

The brothers Pace felt their own un-beating hearts ache at the thought of all those memories being lost to time, that connection to her past being permanently severed, unable to be shared in the present, yet they couldn't help but admire her perspective to the situation. While it was undeniably heartbreaking, being unable to share the memories of the past, she didn't let it weigh her down, instead appreciating the memories she'd made now, and the ones she'd make down the line. She had a spine of steel, their nephew's wife, and they respected that.

"I...I think you're very right in saying so, dearheart," Josephine smiled, similarly touched by Emily's comment, her optimism about the memories yet to be made. Clearly, she had closed that chapter of her life, and though some lingering threads remained, she hadn't let that stop her from living her afterlife to the fullest. She had a family of her own making, and as someone who at one time found herself on the outs with her parents and found solace in more like-minded company, she couldn't help but admire Emily's resolve to live her own life.

And so too could August, as the mood lightened, with the family resuming pouring over the albums and their contents: Every student he ever taught was unique in their own ways, they were their own little individuals, even at a young age, and he encouraged them to hold onto those identities they were already crafting so early on. It was nice to know that, for everything she'd faced, Emily hadn't let the world win-she was unabashedly herself, and her family loved her for it.

After a little while, Josephine suggested getting some iced tea from the kitchen, with August pitching in to lend a hand (especially when the children suggested snacks to accompany the beverages). They also invited Emily to come along, both Burke parents wanting just a moment with their grandson's wife. They both had something to say to her-perhaps it wouldn't be a surprise, given the relationship Emily had with their daughter and her husband, but to the Burkes, it still warranted saying.