#forenoon

[pellinni-photo]

great view of ukraine mountain landscape. forested slopes in morning light. deciduous trees in fall foliage. warm autumn forenoon scenery. rural valley in the distance

[askdaisydandfriemly]

A giant rock fell from the sky.

That is all...

Sports Announcer: And San Franciscolt's Miners save the day! What more chaos will come to our fair city? At least we have Adere Zeal, Forenoon, and Umber Abade to defend it!

Splunge: Thanks for the ask Anon! Thankfully I had something I could do for this vague... question? XD

Dammit, forgot their cutie marks again.

[heat-death-of-my-last-brain-cell]

I'm putting that one back into the vernacular and none of you can stop me.

There's people for whom "we're leaving in the morning" means "we ride at dawn motherfuckers, you can finish waking up and getting dressed in the car, we'll grab breakfast somewhere along the way", and there's people for whom it means "we'll get going somewhere before noon".

And then they get married.

[th0rrr]

Forenoon

[sound-of-serein]

Forenoon

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[quranindex]

Discover Quran Verses about #Forenoon @ https://quranindex.info/search/forenoon [79:29] #Quran #Islam

[elmuchachondesigns]

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[lau-and-history]

I will go on a one week trip tomorrow so I had only yesterday and today to do certain things and I can't because I am relying on information from other people and the modus operandi right now is waiting: waiting for the transcription list from my colleague, waiting for the reports from volunteer work on sunday, waiting for my new source material.

[fantasy-store]

Eventide Polyamourous

my take on/an alt version of the polyamorous flag and another addition to the skyset pride series

Polyamorous relationships are diverse and come in many forms and dynamics. not everyone is the same and the relationships between the partners may all be different. it may look like two or more people dating one same partner but not each other or it may look like a whole web of connected relationships like constellations in the sky. the polyamory does not strictly have to be romantic or sexual relationships.

Forenoon Monogamous

my take on/an alt version of the monogamous flag and another addition to the skyset pride series

Monogamous relationships are the opposite of polyamory, they are a relationship between two people, although that does not mean both partners are monogamous. one might be poly one might be mono but a monogamous person is only in a relationship with that one person. some people feel complete just being in that one, some people feel complete in multiple, both are incredibly valid in their own right.

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[rrrauschen]

Jerome Hill, {1934/1966} Death in the Forenoon

[pellinni-photo]

great view of ukraine mountain landscape. forested slopes in morning light. deciduous trees in fall foliage. warm autumn forenoon scenery. golden october scenery

[askdaisydandfriemly]

Gasp are you playing soccer im ice cream nice to meet you.

Jack: An adult game can be dangerous for a little filly such as yourself. Assuming I can get these creatures to play.

Splunge: Thanks for the ask @jaysenpai2 !

This comic is in reference to this comic- the soccer game that probably won't be shown, lol.

Mini cameo by @asktheartpone :3

[petaltexturedskies]

I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

[okwonyo]

tender in the morn.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 [ 형선 ] ♡ female reader & fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship 0.4k ｜ ( bookshelf )

heeseung

whiny voice and hands sleepily holding your wrist, keeping you away from leaving the bed; he doesn't like when you get out of the sweet sheets before him and even more being wrapped in them without you by his side. “where are you going..” he always asks you, barely even comprehending anything but the fact that your warmth got away from him. you yelp when he pulls you back, somehow finding the strength in his body to do so, he holds you tightly and falls asleep again.

jongseong

despite his value for a good sleep, he loves you more and the sight of your smile makes his heart swell; therefore, he wakes up before you and prepares breakfast. when something is missing, he goes to the grocery store and to your favorite bakery, buying your favorite pastries in the dept of the forenoon. he makes it his own mission to prepare your hot chocolate the way you like, and peels your mandarin for you before you wake up. you can tell him it's a lot of work, he doesn't care— you are going to take a nap after anyway..

jaeyun

his favorite part of the day is the morning and the whole tradition and all the habits your developed together. waking up in the morning, softly, with your warmth as a welcome to the real world after leaving imaginary one, then taking layla for a walk in the park next to your apartment— which was in the top three of the ‘perfect apartment should..’ list. you often opt for the cute cafe next to it for breakfast, you either buy it to eat it at home but if the weather is really sweet you eat on-site. on your way home, you stop buy the library sometimes but never for too long, you both usually have a lot of things to do and enjoy that time together.

sunghoon

sometimes, when you both doesn't want to get out of bed, you just lay down here; for a long, and emphasis on that word, time. during one of these days, he wakes up first and instead of waking you up, he gets mesmerized by your visuals that he finds absolutely, and i quote, “unreal” and the thought of even waking you up gets over his head as he caresses your cheek with his index finger. even if it wasn't what he was intending to, you are awoken by that and whisper a soft “creep” in form of greeting. then you both proceed to get too lazy to get off of bed and talk for hours..

oh, what a big fan of domesticity and intimacy i am..

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Beautiful" Words related to Summer

to include in your next poem/story

Aestival - of or relating to the summer

Arboreal - of, relating to, or resembling a tree

Calefaction - the state of being warmed

Canicular - of or relating to the dog days (i.e., the period between early July and early September when the hot sultry weather of summer usually occurs in the northern hemisphere; a period of stagnation or inactivity)

Chanterelle - a fragrant edible mushroom (Cantharellus cibarius) usually having a yellow to orange color

Convivial - relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company

Crepuscular - of, relating to, or resembling twilight; dim

Devilry - playful, reckless behavior that is not intended to cause serious harm; mischief

Forenoon - the early part of the day ending with noon; morning

Igneous - of, relating to, or resembling fire; fiery

Noctilucent - visible or glowing at night; bioluminescent

Ocherous - of the hue of impure iron ore with an earthy usually red or yellow pigment

Pergola - arbor, trellis; a structure usually consisting of parallel colonnades supporting an open roof of girders and cross rafters

Redolence - an often pungent or agreeable odor

Respite - an interval of rest or relief

Salubrious - favorable to or promoting health or well-being

Solstice - the time of the sun's passing a solstice which occurs about June 21 to begin summer in the northern hemisphere and about December 21 to begin winter in the northern hemisphere

Souse - to make drunk

Vespertine - active, flowering, or flourishing in the evening

Viridescent - slightly green; greenish

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

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[astralnymphh]

ROBINS EGG BLUE

⤹ . moments with domestic!ellie x pregnant!reader

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⤹ . content; fluff, lovey–dovey, may cause baby fever or heartwarmed tears to swell, reader discretion is advised ౨ৎ

pregnancy is infuriating as not being able to comb your hair thoroughly. there is always a fat fucking knot to stem the fluid moment thereof– just as there lies a fat, fleshy boulder fastened to your stomach for a gruelingly long nine months. the bulge of your belly button has witnessed most of three seasons, and you weren't buoyantly idling around for the fourth to appear. this baby– this little devil, needs to get the hell out of dodge.

from the chagrin of a pair of jeans failing to button at the hips, straining the seams as you pull that fly parallel to your mother yanking the poor hairs from your scalp with a paddle brush– to the fleeting aggro nearby popping a blood vessel you feel when arguing with your wife, ellie, about some nonsensical, fruitless or futile dispute about what wallpaper pattern best suits the small dimensions of the nursey– pink and pearl striped with roses or robins egg blue and beige striped with roses, ellie continuously states "they're basically the same baby, i don't see what all the fuss is about." or whether ellie should throw in a batch of dino nuggets or regular nuggets cause the taste totally isn't the same, the shape definitely impacts how salty it is to your tongue, illogical banters.

but ellie will still be your loving, selfless, fond, and doting wife. your number one. apple of your eye. stupid auburn–haired heartthrob. you name it. through thick and thin of your expanding belly, she will always be the first palm to greet your baby in the morning, plastering her blanket–hot hand just beneath your navel and pressing her sweat damp fingerprints dimpling into your stomach, bending her index lightly into the petunia purple stretchmarks that vertically dip into your hips, waiting for minutes in the virgin sun morning for your baby to kick. literally, she has abandoned her old forenoon routine just to feel that first thump on her hand. and when it finally does happen, a little pounce vibrating beneath her palm lines– her fingers twitch lightly and a smile immediately crafts upon her rose lips, purring excitedly upon the fringe of your ear, words that only your snoozing brain with hark, "huh, see? he knows who his mama is– told ya."

but, ahh, stretchmarks.

she adores those little lightning marks lacing your belly– you on the other hand, thought the contrary, to which that husky fry would remind you, "ts' cause y'gotta baby growing in there, yeah? ours." flowing past the pouty berry lips so adamant on plowing kisses to the span of your scruff, ghosting them dry over the fine threadlike hairs with a pitched promise to never let you– or your belly go.

or, goddess, that one time ellie insisted you sit on the couch while she played her acoustic guitar, denting her fingertips with the strings as she plucks, subtly leaning the bay oak instrument closer to your belly so the baby would pick up those hollowed notes vibrating through the air. the fattest smirk would mushroom those cheeks to hug her nose– grooving those nasal lines to encase the thin curve of a smile, deepening at the corners. you even recall the dorkiest shit ever, how it carried to your ears out of the blue and left you pinching brow lines of amusement, "gonna' play this lil' guy guitar everyday– hey, d'ya think if i do that, he'll come out already knowing how to play?" spoken on a smokey chord, glancing up at you through lashes slightly downturned due to her facing the belly, directly. you told her with a sigh, "ellie, that is not how it works." dumbly smirking back, and she replied, "what? c'mon, maybe if i play electric, he'll be born a rockstar!" squeezing her voice with silly enthusiasm. a roll of your head cracks your neck, dangling back to barb, "you are ten times the idiot than you were yesterday." cause, well, she's constantly spewing the dopiest ideas. next thing you knew, she was rasping, "m'your fuckin' idiot." that cheesy motherfucker, slinking her guitar off the round of her thigh and stowing it at the sofa's footing, lurking forward on all fours to tackle your belly with bespattering kisses, moist and fiendish as ever.

infuriating was the task of putting socks on. fucking socks. the effortless effort that would usually clock you under ten seconds, moreso felt like ten eons. "ughh!" you would grunt from the depths of your compact lungs, extending two zombie arms over the blockage of your portly belly, perking the ears of ellie who was just in the abutting room, walls thin enough to bombard with sound. she whips around the door trim, leaning her lank weight away from it and cocking her head, distinguishing the predicament you had landed two feet in. a dry chuckle sounds from yonder the room, trailed by her honeyed resound, "need sum' help babe?" which, to her, falls to strike as a question– au contraire, soft, padded footsteps of feet who already had socks on, lucky them, carries ellie over and at your side, crouching with her knees splayed apart like bird's wings, raising hands to politely creep fingers under yours, prying the cottony ball from your grasp and craning it to her chest, sidling in her squat so that she would be an eyeshot vis–à–vis to you, at your beckon practically.

you remained silent, doused in the soft moment before you, yet a little embarrassed you couldn't do it yourself. a raspy, "here's one.." croaks from her throat prior to a hand cupping the ribbed underside of your ankle, tamping it gently into her chest so she could unfurl the sock and roll it up your foot, hedging your toes first with the linty fabric and laying it up the heel, letting the band snap in place– and her fingertips lingered at the ankle, caressing the nub for only a twinkle in time. "and the second one.." she scoops up the other foot, repeating the same tedious tenderness she gave to your other, gliding her hand from your ankle to your knee as she stood up, plating a pressure to the top of your thigh as she leans in, lips first, uttering, "there you go," smacking a puckered kiss to your stagnant lips, whispering upon them, "m'comin' to the bathroom with you. wanna hold him for a bit."

not even wild wolves could tear ellie from your baby, her baby.