#elixirs and ales

[afinickyguide]

episode 148: athodan’s mistake 🥥🍍🍋‍🟩

who’s gonna be watching downfall tomorrow? 👀

[jacqcrisis]

Okay so I did fuck with the timeline a little. I did create a time break. It's fine. I was testing out a mod. It's non-canonical. This was a dream sequence. It's Alfonso's evil twin brother.

We're back on normal timeline now where Al spent the night mentally banging a wizard. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! Question. How often do you read? Like not fics, books. I haven't read in a while but I feel when I read constantly my writing was my strongest trait. Recently read a super old fic of mine and I literally sat there impressed at my sentences and pacing, etc. I kind of was jealous of myself? I find myself so busy these days so I don't know how to encourage myself to read more to get back to the way I once was. Anyway I hope you have a good day! I am really excited for Al-Haitham tomorrow!

Hihi -- mmm I actually started reading more. I just finished a book and am almost done with another! I tend to be pretty picky with my books though so good thing I have a long list of things

Yeah! Surprisingly reading helps a lot!! You learn new things, try new tricks, and take parts of those authors with you (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!

The fact that you could also see your old work in positive light and be proud of what you made! That's spectacular ✨��

[arealcrow]

edibles are so funny. what the fuck is a weed elixir

[magnificentsapcaddy]

Imagine this. It is March of 2001. The Supreme Court has struck down Al Gore's presidency, saying that he did NOT win Florida. You are the guy who runs the big Bass Pro Shop pyramid in Tennessee.

Former would-be Vice President Joe Lieberman arrives at your shop in a Sherman tank. He comes out with a machete and says "I DEMAND the support of the big Bass Pro Shop pyramid". You say "okay man, sure, whatever" because you don't want to die. He starts lurking around there. He makes you call him President Lieberman. He is having night terrors and disturbing the janitorial staff. You think you saw a witch feed him a malfeasant elixir of some variety??? One day, he pulls a knife on you and threatens to kill you, saying that it's YOU, YOU'RE the one who's been fucking with his head, YOU'RE the reason he isn't sitting at the Oval Office right now, and then he starts laughing like the Joker and then starts crying a bit and runs off. AND MOST CRUCIALLY: in this scenario, Joe Lieberman IS fucking Al Gore.

You are Lord Simon Strong, Castellan of Harrenhal.

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

truly part of my problem is i regard coca cola as a soda obviously however ginger ale of any brand is actually a health elixir much like a kombucha or other wellness beverage

[maralarsen]

Does he love me? >⁠.⁠<🎀

~Theodore Nott x reader~

WARNING: cursing

Fluff/Little angst

° | friends to lovers| °

° |Summary: Theo starts to be too nice and the reader wants to solve it

° | I'm starting to feel that my stories are boring even though I've only written 3 of them and one of them is supposed to have a sequel

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"Who ever thought that the important books would be the highest," I jumped to grab the book on the elixir, but of course like the two attempts before and now I missed. "Sh*t!" I sinned, "pretty girls shouldn't swear."

I turned at the sound of a rather familiar voice. "Theo stop kidding and help me," why am I jumping for a book when he just reaches out and has it right away.

"Try to ask," he said with a smirk.

"I can see how much you enjoy watching me struggle with my height, Mr. Supreme!" but he just smiled and sat down on the nearest chair. He probably won't really help me if I don't ask.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not one of "his girls" who will ask him for something. I've known Theo long enough to not be naive that he likes me even though I had him. It's too much to say that I she could admit that at all.

But I'm not going to ask him for one stupid book.

CHAIR.

God, why didn't I think of that sooner. I walked over to the chair that was next to him, on which he was sitting, and moved it to the bookshelf.

"Why don't you just use a wand?" he asked me. "Because I probably forgot it?!" I reached for the book and took it in my hand, "ha, finally!" I raised my hands in the air as a sign of victory and I jumped from my chair to push her to her place.

"What are you planning for the evening?" I turned to face him, "I definitely don't intend to sleep under the image of God." I answered his question truthfully.

I wasn't the type to go to a party and then go to sleep and wake up in someone else's bed in the morning.

"Too bad, I thought you would come today," I raised an eyebrow at him, "and why?" he smiled at me and got up from his chair and slowly walked towards me.

He brushed a stray strand of my (c/h) hair out of my face and tucked it into place, behind my ear. "I don't even know myself, I had a feeling that you would say yes this time," I looked at him in disbelief, I was shocked by his actions.

There was always a friendly atmosphere between us and none of us ever crossed it. Why he suddenly behaves like that is strange to me.

"But as you can see I said no," I pulled away from him and left the library with the book in my hands.

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A week later:

Interactions with Theo became more and more frequent.

Touching hands more often while walking. Hugging more often when saying goodbye. More frequent peeking during class. And more often compliments.

It didn't bother me because one side of me screamed after every touch of his, but the other warned me against this and shouted to be careful.

But as it usually happens with a teenage girl in love, the first page won me over. I longed for his touch, for his caress, for every compliment. He was literally making me a desperate pile of misery. Well, I didn't show anything on the outside. At least I tried, I don't know if it really worked.

I wanted to talk to him about this. Because all he gave me was a sweep. I didn't know what to expect from him. Is he serious or just kidding?

This is how I ended up in Pansy's room. "Pansy please give me some advice," I begged her with desperation in my voice. "I think you should go see him…ouch!" she tried to give me advice while doing her makeup for today's Slytherin party.

Unfortunately, this combination ended with a pencil sticking into her eye. "Are you okay?" "Ow. Hey, I just pricked myself, shit." she put the pencil down and sat on the bed next to me. "Listen, go after him," "but what if he..." I started playing with the laces on my sweatshirt.

"No problem! F*ck you woman, you're only young once, so f*ck him if you love him. And also everything points to the fact that he loves you too!" I looked at her.

"But what if I don't love him, what if it's just an infatuation that we'll regret later?!" I threw up my hands. That's what I was most afraid of, that it was just an infatuation, nothing more than a little romance. And I will hurt him and our friendship.

“Listen, (y/n/n)! If you didn't love him and it was just a romance, just an infatuation, you wouldn't be despairing over it now. You wouldn't care. And something tells me he feels the same way. At this time she's always on the astronomical tower smoking." I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Why did I deserve you Pans, thank you!" she grabbed my hands and said: "You'll thank me later now run," definitely I didn't hesitate any longer and ran to the door.

I literally ran through the corridors to get to the astronomical tower as soon as possible and catch him there. When I finally got there, I stopped in front of the stairs. What if he rejects me...NO! Enough of the doubt it's now or never!

I confidently walked up the stairs. I saw him leaning against a pillar smoking. My self-confidence left me the moment he noticed me and put out his cigarette. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. "Theo, we need to talk!" he raised his eyebrows "Did I do something?" Yes you did! I walked closer to him "Damn you realize what you're doing to me. The unexpected affection. Why Theodore, why now. If you just want me in bed then do it right now stop. Because you won't get me there even though I love you so much that I'm afraid to admit it to myself. God, you can't even imagine how much I was bothered by all those girls clinging to you and..." it was so fast that I didn't even have time to react .

One moment he was leaning against a pillar the next his lips were on mine. It was a kiss worth a million unheard words. A kiss that confirmed mutual affection.

He pulled away first with his right hand on my waist and his left on my face. When did he manage to put them there? "F*ck! You don't even realize how long I wanted to kiss you. Feel your lips on mine. I love you. And I'm finally not afraid to admit it. I've loved you since the day I saw you for the first time, even though as an 11-year-old I didn't even realize it and didn't know what love was. Hence all the affection. That's why now. Because when I saw you in that library. That's when I realized that I don't want anyone but you. Only you and your personality." when he spoke, I couldn't believe his words. I had never seen so many emotions in his eyes in my life.

"Theo I don't know what to say," I dreamily looked into his stormy blue eyes.

"Don't say anything just love me. Love me like your life depends on it because I already do," he loves me.

Theodore Nott loves me! Me!

Now I wanted only one thing: "Kiss me." Please!" I begged him. "Are you seriously begging? You (y/n) (y/l)?" "Yes please. And now please do it!" He smirked and his lips met mine, but now with more softness than if they were made of glass and he has to take care of them and protect them so they don't break.

I kissed him back and my hands tangled in his hair and they pulled him closer. He pushed me against the wall in return. I finally felt complete as if I had always belonged in his arms.

I pulled away from his hungry mouth "I love you! Theodore Nott," "I love you too (y /n) (y/l). More than you can imagine," I smiled at him and pressed my forehead to his.

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• English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes

• If you have any requests for a story, write to me ☺️

[fanfic-obsessed]

Pit Magic

This one…This one is going to start a little strange, and with a bit more world building than I let myself indulge in for my Tumblr ideas, but the set up is a bit necessary. As always there is no Canon to see here.

The first important note here is magic and how magic works. Magic here is both sentient and not. Magic does not necessarily have thoughts, but does have opinions about who and how it is used.  With Spells powerful enough to leave remnants behind, those remnants do not work well going against their original purpose or used by people whose intentions are too different from their first caster. All magic, after enough time, can be corrupted (made to work against its original purpose- so remnants of a spell made to kill used to heal would also be a corruption) but even corrupted magic is, for lack of a better term, protective of anyone or anything that matches the vibe of its pure form. 

This brings us to the Lazarus Pits. There is no recorded history of the Pits, with its mystical water that cures the sick and kills the healthy.  No one ever recorded its true origin. The truth is the original Lazarus Water was a non magical spring in a cave system in what is present day Turkey, a location that was long lost even before Ra’s Al Ghul began using the Pits.  This cave was the home to a small tribe in the middle of the last ice age. An illness struck this tribe, nearly wiping out the entire tribe in a matter of hours. All except the daughter of the tribe's leader, who had a natural magic. Though grieving, her main intention was to help, to save those she loved no matter the cost to herself. Her magic reacted creating a powerful spell to revive her tribe and kill the illness that afflicted them. She gladly gave her life so that they would live. 

The spell was so powerful it left long lasting remnants that sunk into spring water, turning the water of the spring into a healing elixir, the predecessor to the Lazarus Pits.  The spell also changed the tribe irrevocably, making them heartier, slower to age and more resistant to illness and infection; these resistances and the healing that came with them passed through the blood of the tribe, which then passed to most of humanity as the generations flew by.  Though no one had ever had cause to make the connection, the more of that lost tribe's blood that flows through a person's veins the better the Lazarus Pits work for them, the less the madness affects them.

By the time Ra’s Al Ghul took control of the Lazarus Pits, the original spring was lost to time and the remnants of the original spell were hopelessly corrupted.  

This brings us back to what this is setting up for.  Due to the nature of the League of Assassins, who their clients are, who their victims are, no one in living memory who had been exposed to Lazarus Water had come face to face with someone whose vibe matches the love and need to help of the original caster. This vibe check can only be done in person, not through surveillance equipment, or photos or reports. 

Until Jason Todd attacks Tim Drake at the Titans Tower.

Stubborn, self sacrificing, loving Tim Drake. Feral, protective, willing to do anything for his loved ones. And he loved so deeply, so desperately.

The exact match of a girl so long ago who poured everything she was into a spell to heal the people she loved. Who died gladly, with no regrets, creating a healing spell so powerful that it changed humanity itself.   

Jason Todd had broken into Titan’s tower, mind drenched green with Pit Madness, intending on hurting the little Replacement Robin. That is until he entered the room the Robin in question. The madness did not clear, instead it switched from Anger to ‘Mine! Protect!’.

The Pit Madness in Jason’s head screams that this is not a safe place for Tim (someone intending to hurt him had just broken in).  Running on adrenaline, madness, and an overwhelming protectiveness, Red Hood scoops up the little Robin and exits the tower stage left to get somewhere safe (depending on which is funnier, he either manages to escape with a struggling Robin over his shoulder-no knocking out Robin, that would be hurting him- , or said Robin figured out that Red Hood was Jason Todd and went quietly for ‘It’s Jason’ reasons).  Somehow Jason runs with his captured Robin straight back to the only safe place he can think of, Nanda Parbat. 

Later, after he is not running so fully on strange instincts, Jason would not be able to say how he got from San Francisco to the League of Assassins in the middle east, but somehow he did.  

While not every Assassin in the League has had a dip in the Lazarus Pits, most have and every single one of them, from Ra’s Al Ghul to Talia to Damian to the lowest Assassin who had been dipped in the Pits takes one look at Tim Drake and go ‘he is our precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure’.  It should also be noted that they do not want Tim to become an Assassin, not even Ra’s; this really is a ‘we must protect the innocent boy from all the evils of the world’ kind of situation (Which is hilarious given the age difference between Damian-who has declared himself Tim’s personal bodyguard- and Tim).

So now Tim Drake has been abducted by the League of Assassins and they all want to give him…hugs? Like Tim knows he’s a bit touch starved, ok, but he didn’t realize it was so bad that an actual villain organization would get concerned.  And there is talk about how he needs to be protected. Yeah, they are not letting him contact anyone or leave, but they are also not torturing him or trying to kill him. It is a little strange that he is getting more maternal affection from Talia Al Ghil than from his own mother, who he is not even sure knows he is missing yet.  AND Jason Todd is there, which means Jason is alive, so Tim is trying to get Jason to come home. Tim is also trying to figure out if this made his life weirder or not.

Back in Gotham, Batman is losing his whole mind. He has video from Titan’s Tower of The Red Hood abducting Robin, now one has heard from either since. It has been weeks.  In addition no one has reported Tim Drake missing. It has been weeks and there is no one outside their nightlife that would notice if Tim disappeared? Bruce has been trying to get in contact with Drakes for all of those weeks (in between his frantic searching for Tim himself). The messenger he sent to find them, one of the Justice League undercover, was told essentially not to bother them about Tim, just talk to him directly and refused to listen when being told he might be missing. 

Listen when Bruce gets Tim back from wherever he has been abducted to, he is going to be concerned about the implications of his parents actions. Right now he and Dick are scouring all of their contacts to find their missing Bird. Crime is at an all time low in Gotham, in spite of the Bats not patrolling. 

There was precisely one(1) Arkham breakout since Robin went missing. Instead of the normal round up, where the various Rogues all had time to get to their preferred battlegrounds before being gently (and until that breakout none of them would have ever considered that the Bats were actually being gentle with them) recaptured, with fights that served as enrichment in all of their enclosures the four rogues that escaped that night were all put down fast, and with broken bones to would put them out of commission for months, by an impatient Batman or Nightwing.  Neither have time for the normal crime fighting until they bring Robin home, they are on a Mission.   And everyone knows not to bother the Bats on a mission.

[owl-falls-au-gravity-falls]

Stanley Pines | Owl Falls AU

IN ENGLISH

Stanley Pines is The protagonist of Owl Falls AU

Stanley "the werewolf knight" Pines, his current age is 57 years old, was born on June 15, 1967, he was relatively young, unlike what many believed at first glance, he studies hard about the boiling islands, as well as a way to find a portal back home, although he also helped Eda sell her potions and elixirs

Stanley's nickname, "the werewolf knight", comes from being the male version of Eda and her type of curse, which was cast on him by someone who is currently unknown

Stanley Pines has two brothers, both older, Stanford Pines, his twin brother, and Sherman "Shermie" Pines, the oldest of the three brothers, his mother is Caryn Romanoff Pines, his father is Filbrick Pines, he has Jacob Pines as a nephew and Dipper and Mabel as great-nephews, both twins

His fraternal relationships outside of blood ties are Eda Clawthorne, ex-wife and now his best friend, King, whom he considered his nephew, although he does not say it explicitly, Luz Noceda, a human girl who gave him back his hopes of returning home, became a kind of apprentice for Stan, over time he met Willow, Gus, Amity and Hunter and simply became the father of the group

His appearance is quite similar to what he had thirty years ago, thanks to the elixir that Eda gave him to stay active and energetic to make his deliveries and escape, the differences are that Stan's hair has been dyed a silver gray, the coat he wore was worn out over time, so Eda gave him a cape similar to his old coat, with a hat to keep him warm, internal pockets to easily steal and a resistant material to prevent wear

Some personal items that Stan keeps from his world are the following:

Stanford's diary number 2, in which Stanley had recorded his discoveries and notes on the boiling islands

His cape, a gift from Eda, which keeps him warm and protects him from any threat

His palisman, Dominique, created with the help of Eda, with whom he has a special connection, and of course the palisman can become a baseball bat with which he can fight, since Dominique was very resistant

His metal gauntlets, golden color, which he uses to fight hand to hand, only in emergencies

EN ESPAÑOL

Stanley Pines es el protagonista de Owl Falls AU

Stanley "el caballero lobo" Pines, su edad actual es de 57 años, nació el 15 de junio de 1967, era relativamente joven, a diferencia de lo que muchos creían al verlo a simple vista, estudia arduamente sobre las islas hirvientes, así como una forma de encontrar un portal de vuelta a casa, aunque también ayudaba a Eda a vender sus pociones y elixires

El apodo de Stanley, "el caballero lobo", viene de ser la versión masculina de Eda y su tipo de maldición, la cual le fue lanzada por alguien que por ahora es desconocido

Stanley Pines tiene dos hermanos, ambos mayores, Stanford Pines, su hermano gemelo, y Sherman "Shermie" Pines, el mayor de los tres hermanos, su madre es Caryn Romanoff Pines, su padre es Filbrick Pines, tiene como sobrino a Jacob Pines y a Dipper y Mabel como sobrino-nietos, ambos gemelos

Sus relaciones fraternales lejos de los lazos sanguíneos son Eda Clawthorne, exesposa y ahora su mejor amiga, King, al que consideraba su sobrino, aunque no lo dice de forma explícita, Luz Noceda, una niña humana que le regreso las esperanzas de volver a casa, se convirtió en una especie de aprendiz para Stan, con el tiempo conoció a Willow, Gus, Amity y Hunter y simplemente se volvió el papá del grupo

su aspecto es bastante similar a la que tenía hace treinta años, gracias al elixir que Eda le entrego para mantenerse activo y enérgico para hacer sus entregas y escapar, las diferencias son que el cabello de Stan se ha teñido de un gris plateado, el abrigo que usaba se fue desgastando con el tiempo, así que Eda le entrego una capa similar a su antiguo abrigo, con un gorro para abrigarlo, bolsillos internos para robar fácilmente y un material resistente para evitar el desgaste

Algunos objetos personales que Stan conserva de su mundo son las siguientes:

El diario número 2 de Stanford, en el cual Stanley había registrado sus descubrimientos y anotaciones sobre las islas hirvientes

Su capa, regalo de Eda, que lo abriga y protege de cualquier amenaza

Su palisman, Dominique, creado con la ayuda de Eda, con quien tiene una conexión especial, además claro de que el palisman puede convertirse en un bate de beisbol con el que puede pelear, ya que Dominique era muy resistente 

Sus manoplas de metal, de color dorado, los cuales usa para pelear cuerpo a cuerpo, solo en emergencias...

[afinickyguide]

episode 153: holy water 🙏🏼😇🥳

[hancyan]

Al Shibalba created by My Sim Realtyさん A world based on WA's Egypt. Many of the buildings are simple, so they are extremely light.

❖SN's various rabbitholes❖

…It's the same building

❖Elixir consignment store❖

☆I can’t write it all down, but I’m grateful to the many CC creators.☆

Thank you for always reading my posts！

See you next time.

[obito-in-disguise]

| Derealization |

noun. de·​re·​al·​i·​za·​tion (ˌ)dē-ˌrē-ə-lə-ˈzā-shən. : a feeling of disconnection from one's surroundings.

There’s a hole in my chest. A vacuum seems more appropriate. If I stand in front of mom’s full-length mirror long enough, I can almost see it.

It’s dark. Deep. It tugs at my whole being.

It itches...no, it aches. When I fill it with things, it feels better for a while. I’m happy.

But on my way to read to Mom that evening, I catch my reflection in the TV screen. It’s empty again. I should try more things next time.

I told Mom about the hole. She looked confused.

Jemma and Dad don't get it either. No one seems to. Maybe it isn't real…

That evening, we all eat dinner. Everyone’s talking, laughing. I just observe. Something feels wrong I never feel fully here.

I close my eyes. Reach out. I can almost touch it. The glare gets in my eyes all the time.

It feels cool under my palm The glass pane that separates me from everyone It’s so clear, no one else seems to notice. But I do. It’s always there, keeping me on the outside.

Somedays, I see the whole thing. Not just its clear panes It’s a box. Everyone’s inside. I’m not.

The vacuum aches again. It tells me to fill it. "Talk to them," it urges. I try.

Eyes turn to me. I speak. They nod, but I see it the glances, the subtle pauses. They know. I’m the outsider. Or so I think.

I speak again, they don't hear me Everyone goes back to their conversation It didn't work I console the vacuum

At school, when I do well and they praise me, the hole stitches up a little. For a moment, I almost feel whole. Jemma calls it external validation. I call it my elixir.

Life is a game Everyone's played it a thousand times I'm still on level one I'm never quite sure what to do.

I close my eyes As I so often do I rest my head against the box and peer in.

I hate the box It keeps me out but It's the only thing with me on the outside. Maybe I'll be stuck on level one forever or maybe one day, it'll let me in.

A/N: Just a little poem about my feelings. This is my first ever poetry related anything, so criticism and helpful takes are very welcome! Also would be neat if anybody relates to this so i know I'm not crazy thnx.

[alltimefail-sims]

Whether you are a Glimmerbrook local or a traveler between the realms, there's always a cold pint of ale and a warm, flickering fire waiting for you at The Naughty Gnome Tavern.

I bulldozed the Elixirs and Brews bar and replaced it with my own original build instead! This build is a part of my "Rebuilding Glimmerbrook" series. I hope you guys like it!

INFORMATION & DOWNLOAD BELOW ↓

Packs I Used:

This lot is completely CC Free and fully decorated. I've labeled it as a bar lot type with the traits convivial, natural well, and gnomes (obviously, lol). I wanted it to feel very old and barely altered with time: its original medieval/cottage/old world architecture remains, the bar has very few devices or lights that need an electric power source, there are magical artifacts and old pieces of artwork scattered all around, there are functional stables outside as opposed to a parking lot, and so on.

I thought it made sense to move the bar closer to the magic realm's entrance; I imagine that it functions as a great rest point for the spellcasters traveling between the realms!

Here's where I placed it in my save:

TOU: All I ask is that 1. you do not reupload and claim the build as your own (yes, even if you tweak it a little…) and 2. you tag me if you use it! I would love to see this in other people’s games and saves, that’s why I’m sharing it! ❤️

SIDENOTE: if you want to name this bar "Elixirs and Brews" again, please feel free to do that! I just thought The Naughty Gnome felt sillier and magical without being too on the nose!

Additional screenshots are on my Patreon post. This build has been play-tested, but please let me know if you run into any in-game issues!

DL: Patreon (always free)

+ @pancakesrealty, @publicvanillabuilds

[elescritornoctambulo]

Ella es de la que te clava esa mirada lasciva mientras colocas tu falo en su interior, es de las que hablan a través de sus ojos y te exige que la sometas con fiereza, que la tomes y la folles como si nada más importara, le gustan esas embestidas salvajes, con ritmo frenético, le gusta que la hagan gemir, fuerte, sin control, le gusta la aprietes esas nalgas, y mientras la tomas del cabello la haces presa de ese instinto animal que a ella le fascina despertar.

Muévete como le gusta, hazlo sin piedad, dile cosas obscenas, sabes que eso la excita más, la pone mojada, insaciable, te exige más, porque sabe que le puedes dar más, no bajes el ritmo, está a punto, se le ve en sus expresiones, en la forma como te habla y te exige que la embistas, le gusta como se lo haces, le encanta lo que le haces sentir, ahora tiembla, su cuerpo convulsiona y sus gemidos se descontrolan, un intenso orgasmo la invade, cae rendida, pero quiere más de ti, lo sabes, lo sientes, lo tienes a punto, solo hace falta un simple estímulo, ella te espera ansiosa, se coloca de rodillas y abre su boca, tú te pones pie, y con simples movimientos le das lo que ella anhela, mírala como lo disfruta, como lo bebe, es su tan exquisito elixir, ese que la tiene adicta, ese elixir que siempre espera obtener cada vez que la tienes ahí, tan sumisa, y esperando que sea ella la víctima de tu infierno, y sin pensar tanto la posees.

. — Cesar P. “Noctámbulo” ©2024 #soyelnoctámbulo . . _____________________________________________ Respeta al autor. No le quites la firma.

[quaggly]

ginger ale is not soda to me. it’s a medicinal elixir

[jorgema]

Tu ventura: Un momento que deseo perpetuar

~

Verte, sonreír y ser feliz es el mejor momento de mi día, de mi ahora, y de toda mi existencia. Tu felicidad es mi tesoro, mi elixir restaurador, mi meta y mi paz. Es lo que imploro al cielo para ti, lo que sé, en fe, que mereces hoy y siempre. Te queda mejor que cualquier prenda que puedas comprar, y te luce más que cualquier color que logres combinar. Es tu atractivo más hermoso, tu sensualidad más espontánea e innata, y eso que me vuelve loco. Verte, sonreír y ser feliz es mi cielo, y también mi dulce ruego eterno a él.

— Cartas a una hermosa desconocida || @jorgema