#invisible thread

[heart-songs]

OF LOVE

Intimately stitched by invisible threads

whirr of wings

two notes separated by a small silence

an interlude.

- Heather Mackay Young

[swehls]

I never understood how or why I’d feel you before seeing you, how a little voice in my head told me you were close before you were even within seeing distance.

But I thought it was just a coincidence, hoped. But most importantly I thought it would go away.

Then 5 years later, the same thing happened, I felt you, a little voice made me think of you, completely out of the blue, and a few minutes later, I saw you going past me.

And now the past month, another 5 years later, I felt you three times (3 times!) before seeing you, and it feels as though the feelings/messages get stronger because they happened many minutes before and when I was in a different place entirely (e.g. in another part of town).

How does it still happen? And why does it happen? Why does it feel as though there’s an invisible thread between us?

I’m all for coincidences but at this point, can it still be coincidences? How many coincidences does it take for it to no longer be one?

[sherlockmeme]

To Me, You Are Special

Just a random thought during the sunset... I remember this. I forgot when and where I saw this. SKL.

I once read a text stating that people are not special and that we are just normal, common beings roaming the Earth — that it’s “people” who make “people” special. I did not understand this at the time, but as time passed, I came to realize what the text meant to say. We are the ones making each other special. It is how we see other people that makes them special… to us. In our eyes, in our…

[musical-theatre-encyclopedia]

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[spocks-kaathyra]

experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))

[edenfenixblogs]

More of this

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[little-pondhead]

I’m Not The Sun

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Y'know, when Kon ‘died’, do you think a grieving Tim could have mistaken Danny for his best friend? Do you think that, in a moment of desperation and exhaustion, he might've kidnapped a floating Danny in an attempt to bring Kon home? And when he realized he kidnapped a random civilian, do you think he still kept Danny for a while as a replacement for Kon?

Do you think Danny got tired of being called 'Conner' after the first week but was too distressed himself to correct Tim? Trying to leave or tell the fellow teen his name was Danny was obviously sending the kid into a spiral. He seemed to think Danny was the dead spirit of his best friend. Maybe if he played along, this Conner guy would show back up?

Hopefully, before Tim completes his cloning research. Danny's been doing everything he can to sabotage the equipment, but even with ghost powers on his side, Tim is a smart person. Every time Danny sets him back one step, Tim takes two steps forward. And since he's well outside of his haunt, Danny is starting to feel weak and ill from lack of ectoplasm. He's running out of time.

Do you think Kon would feel upset that his best friend replaced him?

[breedabletrait]

I swear every time poor Dylan's phone rings in the middle of the night another parent passed away. And this time it was our ILLUSTRIOUS FOUNDER,

THE ICONIC LENNOX RIVERS

The funeral was very classy, with many family and friends in attendance.

[amid-fandoms]

dnp will either hard launch on october 19th this year, or never

[haganez]

making a skirt. poorly

[clockworkbee]

I've loved so many books by V. E. Schwab (adsom, tftop, villains, monsters of verity) that sometimes, I have this strong urge to re-read The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (because it was my first book by the author and I hated it despite loving the writing, premise, and vibes/aesthetic), thinking I might love it now, but then my brain goes ‘what if you despise it even more?’ and of course, all urges go *poof* 💀

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery- Shade of Magic Series by Victoria Schwab

Addie LaRue/Henry Strauss- The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by VE Schwab

[antaripirate]

i will not apologise for the person i will become when we get these. i will be going FERAL for every.single.one.

[beargyufairy]

Invisible String Theory - NaLu

“All along there was some invisible string tying you to me” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

“One single thread of gold tied me to you” - Invisible String (Taylor Swift)

Part 2: Natsu’s Beloved Scarf

Every Fairy Tail knows how much Natsu cherishes the scarf given to him by Igneel. It is his last physical connection to his beloved father. He is rarely seen without it. He was very upset when Zeref’s attacked caused the scarf to become black after protecting him. He loves the scarf beyond measure.

The scarf is made from Igneel’s fallen dragon scales (turning from red to white). While Natsu never gave much thought to how the scarf was made, it is obvious that Igneel can’t make a scarf for a human (being a huge dragon and all). Anna Heartfilia - celestial mage, teacher to the dragon slayers, and ancestor of Lucy - knit the scarf for Natsu.

The invisible string connects Natsu and Lucy beyond their own interactions. A part of Natsu past is connected to Lucy’s family 400 years ago. The scarf remains with him through thick and thin.

Additionally, Lucy knows how important it is to Natsu. She is often seen keeping the scarf safe and is the only one who Natus allows to use to the scarf (especially in the 100 year quest). Essentially, this demonstrates how a simple scarf connects Natsu and Lucy.

[treefish]

doesn’t even really look like sims 4, huh? i was majorly inspired by @awingedllama‘s recent save file/world tweaking project and decided to try and edit strangerville to my liking. i removed all the excess bloat of EA’s weird, low-poly, set dressing houses and look at how many lots we could have had! this map looks like something from one of the earlier installments, i’m so dang bummed we can’t build on any of these spaces. oof, anyway, low quality houses, fuzzy trees, strange rocks and clutter that don’t match aside, i finally have a decent world base to work with. now i’m recoloring and replacing all of the remaining world objects to my liking. also wrapped up the strangerville storyline so this map is just a normal area like everywhere else! i haven’t been this excited to build and play in forever, i’m obsessed with this overhaul.

[spandexinspace]

I heard we were posting QuerlLyle fluff.

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Lyle lets his fingers trail down the back of Querl’s neck, lightly brushing against his skin as they travel down the curve of his spine. With the way their bodies are entwined—pressed together, one set of hands clasped between them—it’s impossible to not feel the way it makes him shudder

"Stop that," Querl says, voice devoid of any real edge and tinged with stifled laughter.

"What, this?" Lyle repeats the motion, this time letting his fingers travel up his spine, feeling the soft, uneven hairs against his fingers. Despite his squirming, Querl can't help but laugh. It’s soft and quiet, hanging in the air between them like mist on an early summer morning. It's everything.

As if seeking sanctuary Querl presses his face into Lyle's neck, allowing himself to flee scant centimetres away from the touch of his fingers. "Exactly that." His breath feels warm against Lyle's prickling skin.

"It's not my fault you're so ticklish." Turning his head just enough to reach, Lyle presses a quick kiss to the top of his head. His nostrils fill with the faint scent of artificial pine. There'd been times, times before all this, when he'd wondered what Querl smelled like, if someone like him would waste time on frivolous things like cologne and aftershave. He did, sometimes, but he mostly smelled of that sharp pine, the product of a shampoo Lyle had long since given up on convincing him not to use. Sometimes it surprised him how familiar it had become. How safe.

"Yet you're using it against me." Querl shifts, momentarily squeezing down with a hand that’s been resting on Lyle's hip for leverage. They're so closely pressed together, a mess of limbs and skin, that it's almost hard to tell where either of them ends and the other begins, legs coiled together like vines and hands entwined as branches of ancient trees. He can feel Querl's chest moving with every breath, can almost convince himself he can feel his heart beating in pace with his own. It's a foolish thought, but he’s never been one to discredit those. So he lets it remain, for a moment feeling more like one than two.

Querl presses a kiss to his neck, letting his lips linger as if he has no reason not to. In response Lyle weaves his free hand in his hair, earning an approving hum that vibrates through his neck and makes his face blossom with heat. No matter how often they do this, how many late nights in the lab or even later returns from missions end with them wrapped up in each other like this, not moving apart even as the night slips into early morning, he'll never grow tired of it. It's in these tender moments he feels at peace, when it's too late and too safe to have to care about anything but soft laughter and warm skin against his own. When they don't have to be two people marooned by circumstances out of their control. 

"I adore you," he whispers. Adores him, adores his crooked little smile when he's right about something, his off-guard laughter when he's too distracted to remember to be sarcastic, the warmth of lying next to him. Adores him in ways that make his stomach flutter and body feverish, drawn to him like waves to the shore.

"As you should." Shifting again, Querl turns his head, pinning Lyle's hand and only narrowly avoiding bumping their noses together. His half-lidded eyes and tender smile only highlight how devastatingly, stunningly flushed he is. How simple it is for one little thing to drive Lyle's mind into overdrive.

It's Querl who closes the gap between them, capturing Lyle's lips and kissing him ever so gently. Though it’s like many kisses they've shared before, slow and deliberate and more chaste than one would imagine, Lyle would give anything to share them so many times more. When they break apart, after only a quick eternity, Lyle can't help but sigh. It sounds longing, even to his ears. Querl giggles again, his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up in a way that just makes Lyle want to keep kissing him. But before he can do so Querl squeezes his hand, the one that’s been entangled between them, and brings it up to his chest. Something flashes across Querl’s face and he tilts his head down, obscuring his face.

For a while they lie like that, the only sound between them their light, nearly in-sync breathing. “Few circumstances have made me feel like I do with you,” Querl eventually says, squeezing Lyle’s hand as if to emphasise his words. His voice still sounds so soft, even though it's tinged by the nameless thing that seems to press down on him whenever he speaks of his feelings, a shapeless mass Lyle is sure has borne far too many names and faces through the years. Using the hand at the back of Querl’s head he softly presses him closer, leaning into the movement. Querl follows, letting himself be pulled nearer and tighter until it almost feels constricting. The hand on Lyle’s hip slips to his back and presses firmly into it, bringing their hips together. He can feel Querl’s lean muscles against him, the hard edges and smooth skin of his body, the light tinge of pine and soap, the way his chest moves in time with his breathing. In and out, a steady rhythm.

“I’m glad,” Lyle hums, not unconvinced Querl can feel his words as much as hear them. It doesn’t matter if he can’t quite say what he wants to say, if words get stuck in his throat and never quite leave it. If he’s happy, if he’s pressing himself close to Lyle after long days and sometimes laughs his unguarded, adorable laugh, then that says more than any words ever really could. And maybe one day the words will follow too. 

“As am I.”