#kell mares

[lilyharvord]

I need people to understand that my hyperfixation ships are limited to one thing: a man who is usually in full control of himself meeting 1 woman and losing complete and utter control over absolutely everything he does.

I just like to watch when they go full feral for a woman who could literally chew them up and spit them out, but choses to let them stick around because I don't know, it's nice to have someone carrying their bag or whatever.

[dont-eat-the-algae]

Kelsier and Mare

I like to think that these two bickered like cats and dogs in the beginning. They both go on a heist, the heist goes wrong, their forced into a bolt hole for half a day while things blow over, and through the yelling and anger, instead of slapping Kelsier, she kisses him. And the two make out for the rest of the time, only for Dox to interrupt them with clothes and hair mussed to tell them everything is ok. And Kelsier is just dazed from the encounter, because he's always found her hot as hell, and Mare has mixed feelings because she's the same, but like...he's an asshole... The two eventually figure these feelings out and get married, of course. What did Marsh think? I assume if this is canon (It's just a HC ofc.) that he thought he had a pretty good shot with her, up until she randomly chose Kell instead of himself. He just didn't realize that he was never an option to her; she was disguising her feelings as many people do. It makes me...sad. I love Kelsier, I know Mare chose correctly, but Marsh is a good man (Better than Kelsier in his own words.) and deserved a woman. Still does, honestly. I like to think he's had several. I'm sure there are PLENTY who would get down with a Steel Inquisitor. But yeah. His unspoken jealously instead of making me annoyed just makes me sad now.

[cikebabbler]

I wish Sazed wrote about Kelsier and Mare meeting Vin and Elend after everything. I need to know that Mare embraced Vin like she's the daughter she never had. I need to know that Kell smiled at El and told him he did well. I need to know that Kell hugged Vin and let her know that he's so proud of her.

[attackonmarty]

Nato dalla nebbia

Prima di cominciare: questo breve racconto è SPOILER di “Mistborn, l’ultimo impero”, se non l’avete letto e non volete rovinarvi l’esperienza non continuate.

"Ma non puoi uccidermi, lord Tiranno. Io rappresento quello che tu non sei mai riuscito a uccidere, per quanto tu ci abbia provato. Io sono la speranza."

La cosa successiva di cui Kelsier fu consapevole fu l'impatto degli anelli di metallo che impreziosivano la mano del lord Reggente sulla sua guancia. Il sorriso non fece in tempo a spegnersi dal suo volto, mentre la testa si voltava dall'altra parte per la potenza dello schiaffo: il sangue schizzò intorno a lui e pezzi di carne si sollevarono. Non sentì dolore, non lo sentì nemmeno quando la lancia gli trapassò il petto, tirandogli fuori quel poco di energie che gli erano rimaste.

I suoi ultimi pensieri non furono per Mare, come aveva sempre creduto, e nemmeno per Dox o per la banda. Il suo ultimo pensiero fu per Vin. Il suo unico rimpianto era di non poter più stare al suo fianco, di non vederla crescere e diventare la donna meravigliosa che sapeva sarebbe diventata. Le augurava ogni bene e di essere felice con quel Venture che si era scelta come compagno. Sperava che per una volta lui avesse torto e gli altri avessero ragione. Era stanco, doveva chiudere gli occhi solo per qualche momento. Solo... per qualche... momen...

"Kell... è finita."

Quella voce... poteva darsi che se l'era immaginata? Guardandosi intorno, Kelsier notò che improvvisamente era calata la nebbia intorno a lui. I suoni della rivolta in piazza erano ovattati, lontani.

"Chi è?"

"Non mi riconosci?"

In un angolo della sua mente, Kelsier sapeva a chi apparteneva quel sussurro, ma gli sfuggiva. Davanti a lui iniziarono a definirsi i contorni di una sagoma che emergeva dalle nebbie.

Kelsier si tirò a sedere, ma gli girava la testa. "Stai pure seduto, figlio mio" gli disse la figura. Dietro di lui, un'altra sagoma con folti capelli e vestiti poveri lo adocchiava con curiosità. Aveva fattezze femminili, quindi era stata lei a parlare, la prima volta.

"Figlio mio, ben arrivato. Io e tua moglie ti stavamo aspettando. Vieni con noi, conosci gli altri tuoi fratelli."

"Chi sei tu?" Perché hai parlato di mia moglie?, avrebbe voluto chiedergli, ma gli parve saggio aspettare. Una domanda alla volta avrebbe risolto tutto.

"Non mi riconosci? Hai sfruttato il mio potere per gli ultimi due anni."

"Non credo di seguirti..."

"Io sono Preservazione" la figura gli tese una mano, e fu quando Kelsier si allungò per afferrarla che urlò di paura. Era fatto anche lui di nebbia. Doveva essere un brutto sogno dovuto alla perdita di sangue. Sì, doveva essere il delirio di un moribondo. "Non aver paura, figlio mio. Lascia che io e Mare ti spieghiamo: andrà tutto bene, vedrai."

"No. Mare è morta. Tanto tempo fa..."

La figura dietro Preservazione ridacchiò. "E tu allora? Sciocco, non ti ricordi nemmeno com'è fatta tua moglie?"

Ecco dove l'aveva già sentita quella voce. Prendendosi qualche momento in più per studiare quell'ammasso di nebbia dalle sembianze umane, riconobbe le fattezze di Mare. La sua Mare. Aveva passato così tanto tempo a pensare alle parole che avrebbe usato per scusarsi, se solo avesse potuto, che adesso gli sembravano tutte di troppo.

"Io... io..." si trovò a balbettare tra i singhiozzi, cercando di tirarsi in piedi.

"Non c'è bisogno che tu dica niente. So che lo sai. Sono sempre stata al tuo fianco. E ho imparato a conoscere quella ragazza che ti sei scelto come pupilla, Vin. Ti somiglia molto."

"Avrei giurato che somigliasse più a te" finalmente trovò la sua solita parlantina. "Ha la tua forza."

"E la tua intelligenza. Farà grandi cose, là fuori."

"Mi mancheranno tutti così tanto" singhiozzò Kelsier, faticando ad ammetterlo ad alta voce.

"E tu mancherai a loro: eri la loro fiaccola, la loro bussola morale" intervenne Preservazione. "Guarda" agitò una mano e si ritrovarono nel covo della banda. Stavano leggendo una lettera. Alcuni piangevano, altri cercavano di trattenere le lacrime. Sazed stava cercando di consolare Spook e Vin con uno dei suoi soliti discorsi motivazionali sulla fede. A Kelsier strinse il cuore vedendo le condizioni in cui la squadra si era ridotta per colpa sua.

"Mi vuoi spiegare chi sei?" balbettò per evitare di mettersi di nuovo a piangere.

"Una cosa alla volta. Per adesso ti basti sapere che fornisco io il potere a voialtri. Misting e Mistborn. E che a tutti loro servirà il mio aiuto se vogliono sconfiggere il lord Reggente e quello che verrà dopo. Volete venire con me per scoprire come andrà a finire?"

A Kelsier dava immensamente fastidio essere lasciato all'oscurodi tutto, ma supponeva di esserselo meritato.

Lui e Mare si guardarono, lei gli strinse la mano. Annnuirono, all'unisono. E seguirono Vin e Saze, che stavano uscendo dal covo proprio in quel momento.

[luckystar1327]

mistborn book 3 thoughts ch 9-14

!!hero of ages spoilers!!

oooh mare mention! Sazed actually successfully converted someone wow

Flower returns! So its gone from Mare to Dox to Kell to Vin to Sazed. Quite the journey.

I really like TenSoon actually

Oh boy, Cett’s back. Yippee.

i do not like the fact that Spook isn’t here. Give me back the boy.

im gonna cry. although the discussion of kell IS a good place for characterization

I feel so terribly for marsh right now. I forgot does he even know kelsier is dead at this point????

Ah yes he does

This is so morbid oh my god. When i said i wanted marsh back i didnt mean like this

SPOOK!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!

oh dear. Spook buddy. What do you mean you’ve been flaring tin for a year straight. THATS NOT GOOD.

i love spook so much :( I hope he doesn’t die!!

I really want to draw spook i feel like that’d be fun

Damn Spook is a really good Tineye huh

[katnisshawkeye]

La Canzone del Mare

Scheda informativa

Titolo originale: Song of the Sea

Autore: Tomm Moore e Samuel Sattin

Illustrazioni: Tomm Moore e Grace Ryan (colori di Niall O'Reilly)

Editore: ReNoir

Prima pubblicazione: 2023

Prezzo: € 16,00

Trama

Molti anni dopo la scomparsa della madre, i fratelli Ben e Saoirse stanno ancora annegando nel dolore, così come il padre guardiano del faro. Ben incolpa la sorellina per la perdita della madre e Saoirse, nonostante abbia sei anni, non sa ancora parlare. Quando i ragazzi scoprono che lei è una selkie, una fata in grado di trasformarsi in foca, e che il mondo magico di cui la madre raccontava le storie è reale, si tuffano in un'avventura per evitare che il mondo degli spiriti scompaia per sempre.

Recensione

La Canzone del Mare è una graphic novel toccante e affascinante di una famiglia alla deriva dopo la tragedia, ma è anche la magica avventura che li fa riemergere dagli abissi.

È una storia ambientata in un mondo pieno di miti e meraviglie che, in maniera straordinaria, cattura magistralmente la magia e la nostalgia. Il lettore viene trasportato in un viaggio emozionante e visivamente mozzafiato attraverso la cultura e le leggende irlandesi, rafforzate dal costante utilizzo dell'irlandese stesso.

Valutazione

★★★★★ 5/5

Note aggiuntive:

La graphic novel è basata sull'omonimo film Song of the Sea.

Dello stesso autore:

Sul folklore irlandese:

Brendan e il segreto di Kells

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[leanstooneside]

Watch

1. PEOPLE ... THE CLAMOR

2. CAZAR THE NAME

3. BESIDE THE SCENTS

4. LIPS THE SHADOW

5. BAYLISS. THE WORDS

6. VOICES THE BRAY

7. STORY? THE KENTUCKIAN

8. ME! THE WORDS

9. CAHILL THE MAN

10. 61 THE RANGER€™S

11. KIRBY THE FOUR

12. LEATHER THE POUND

13. KELLS. THE GIRL

14. MARE€”NO€”RATHER THE POUND

15. KELLS. THE SCOWL

16. THAT€™S THE WAY

17. SHILOH THE MARE

18. CALLIE THE COIN

19. ROAN THE SOLDIERS

20. PRIDE THE APPEARANCE

21. EYE THE KENTUCKIAN

22. DIOS THE TRUTH

23. THEM THE PAROLE

24. TOWN THE CANTINA

25. DREW THE TONE

26. CROUCH THE COLT

27. TOPHAM THE SPANIARD

28. MULES THE BAA

29. RENNIE! THE CAPTAIN

30. CORD THE SPURS

31. DOORWAY THE CARD

32. BATTLES THE WAR

33. PAUGH! THE MEXICAN

34. NIGHT THE STOUT

35. NOW THE TOWN

36. BELOWTHEBORDER

37. WHAT€™S THE MATTER

38. REESE€” THE VOICE

39. JERKED THE CORD

40. NOW THE ACTIVITY

41. OATS THE KENTUCKIAN

42. RENNIE! THE OFFICER

43. BEARD THE BADGE

44. KID THE BOOT

45. SUBDUE THE SENSATION

[random-racehorses]

Random Real Thoroughbred: MUSICAL KELLY

MUSICAL KELLY is a chesnut mare born in The United States in 1990. By ABRI FISCAL out of KELLS HARP. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/musical+kelly

[444names]

Names generated from American, French, German and Dutch forenames, excluding the letter "I"

Aachry Aafan Aaldradran Aaltorg Aance Aanda Aarcorsus Aarlexanny Aarma Aberrya Abretje Aderry Adewaron Adjean Adjes Adradelord Agandy Agnel Agneth Albeanel Alberl Alberth Aldance Almatter Alphana Alvalrann Alynda Ameloth Andor Andsa Angobby Angotte Anoît Anpatsy Anyane Areth Argert Arnatte Arnda Aärollyne...

Beandordt Beandy Beanna Belva Bermared Bermarvé Berne Betch Betjenra Bette Betteffer Beugla Blancy Bober Bobyne Bodne Bonney Borgreter Bradrene Brannonne Brathann Brenn Brené Calber Calen Calfreen Carace Cared Carle Carloderes Carndren Carnekke Carry Casta Catsy Channem Chantone Charnekke Chary Chele Chery Chlora Clacon Claurégo Cléme Colger Colly Colte Coltje Conel Coredua Coresebet Corethaël Corgud Corna Corne Curaquel Cédrah Daalmune Daand Daary Dagdam Dagnès Dagtjean Dalevenjas Dance Dancecco Danevey Danger Danne Darnez Deannola Debashawna Debesty Delent Delma Delsa Derno Deterle Dolaume Dolernouk Duart Eandy Eanmarnes Eanne Ebert Edwallyn Elhane Ellanny Elotterre Emeloreda Erhald Esevalfra Ettyrolk Everenez Faber Fanean Fanes Fanna Faymo Fernda Ferta Floudua Fonna Frace Fracout Frada Freenjach Frelyne Frence Frentjet Fretterne Genny Geona Geonrya Geore Gerada Geran Geraurosel Gerce Gerry Gharkolyd Glaud Godoren Goeleeley Goren Gorostald Gotharl Gotheredem Gotthanto Gredd Green Grena Grenn Grenne Gretta Grettesl Guely Gunda Gunekkee Guste Gwenn Günth Haemaula Harachal Hareghaël Hellexanne Heody Hernouke Herreste Herryleen Hersha Holeonarry Holke Honne Honyaane Hopath Hugerme Hugorgen Hunda Hundy Hérès Jaandrenda Jaane Jaarma Jaccal Jacech Jacey Jacha Jachowanda Jacquelle Janatrane Jancenrany Jancent Jandy Jealen Jeandt Jeane Jeank Jeanlettha Jeart Jeathera Jefael Jentope Jerbas Jerren Jeryssam Jesmutz Jesta Joana Joanfra Joanoue Jodellmar Joelse Johanne Joharle Johartopha Johawn Johawrenja Jonne Jorace Joren Joret Jorobby Jorys Josan Josetchan Josetterna Josham Joshel Jossa Jostacha Joycey Juady Juanda Juang Juanna Julanor Jularady Jérane Jérola Jérèse Karace Karlee Karley Karlys Karmarmas Karryle Katha Kathemmy Kaymotte Keene Keharrya Kelle Kendy Kenrad Kento Keret Kryne Laneke Lareda Lascard Lauston Leesusto Lenry Leorna Lethannale Lorah Loredge Lorel Loren Lorgel Lorgeo Loscath Lotherno Loudy Louthendy Ludebke Luppe Luttace Lutto Lynnes Maggy Magje Magnèse Malken Manclah Marald Maranne Maraus Marayl Marebasto Mared Margarsus Marger Marla Marlessa Marley Marne Marnonny Marnoît Maroley Marom Marranneal Marryanne Marte Marton Maryl Mathes Matondse Mattera Maxen Maxene Medel Melauk Melleon Mesleen Monal Mored Morew Nadrenth Nonnya Ocheltony Olaurt Olker Olley Orader Ostéph Otheatra Otthéo Pamue Patheane Patrane Paura Pedert Penzo Pertanlore Pharce Phazel Poldel Polenethan Racquel Radle Rafje Rance Rannelf Ranton Redar Redus Remman Rencele Renthy Reste Rette Rocham Roeloen Rolaus Romadrene Ronne Rosett Rosetta Rothela Rotte Royce Rudol Rudon Rémen Sabrus Sadal Sannet Sanny Saymonsgar Scatton Shanna Shanne Shany Sharce Shelon Sheloyced Shlenney Sjaafjea Sopaud Stertando Suely Susta Sévenz Séver Sévertan Tabepha Talder Talenkel Tallee Tamarette Tellencely Tellyn Telyne Tendonne Tevernda Torryne Trana Tyrack Udets Urenjan Urette Uwenzo Valeert Valentz Valmand Valmanne Vetchella Vérès Waldelle Waytooke Werek Xandy Xeldele Yanue Yvolger Zablaurt Zabra Éloyann Élène Élèney Érèse

[sronti]

Nincs általános szabály erre, attól függ kik vagytok. Én Londonban nagyon szeretem a multikultit, szóval Ridley Road Market (Afrikai-karibi piac), Dalstonban van. Előtte a Top Boy, vagy a Ridley Road sorozatot érdemes megnézni, hogy a helytörténet meglegyen. Utána West African/karibi kaja, jerk chicken a mainstream, de a curry goat még jobb.

Angol reggeliből a legjobbat talán itt ettem Londonban

Whitechapel/Bethnal Green, összekötve a Brick Lane markettel és kajálni pedig ott az E Pelicci nevű százhúsz éves olasz kajálda/kávézóban kell. Ez mehet együtt a Towerrel, mert nincs messze. Bangladesi környék, bangladesi kajákkal. Gengsztertörténetileg itt vannak a Kray fívérekhez kapcsolódó kocsmák is, meg persze Hasfelmetsző Jack.

Ha több időt akartok arra tölteni:

Ez egy elég fura hely, nem kisgyerekbarát.

Barbican Estate, ha tudjátok úgy intézni, hogy a dzsungelbe bementek, az télen külön jó

A Kew Garden szintén nagyon szép, a Hyde parknál van japán kert is.

A Magnificent Seven temetői közül legalább egyet érdemes megnézni, a Highgate cemetery a legnépszerűbb, de amihez épp közel vagytok szintén jó lesz és egy kisebb is tetszeni fog. Ha egy kis gothic érzés is van valakiben, az szerelmes lesz belé.

Ha jó az idő és van kedvetek, szívesen elviszlek titeket egy belvárosi bringatúrára, de ha nincs ehhez kedvetek, csak az Enbankmenten végigbringázni a Temzeparton, sőt, a Hyde parktól a Blackfriars-ig, időnként fotózva, az elég jó és szinte csak leválasztott bringaúton is lehet menni.

Gyerekekkel Science Museum/Natural History alap.

A tömegközlekedés szenvedős tud lenni, bringával minden közel van a belvárosban, viszont minden busz városnéző, mert lassú, és az emeletről mindent alaposan meg lehet nézni, nem érdemes külön hop on hop off-ra költeni.

Az Über hajó elég jó, Greenwichtől végigmennék rajta, ameddig lehet nyugatra.

Greenwhich Observatory-tól nagyon jó a kilátás.

Camdent és a Regents Canalt úgyse tudjátok kihagyni, de nem is érdemes.

A Tate környékén elég jókat lehet sétálni.

Ha bárhol bármivel megakadtok, szóljatok és megpróbálok segíteni. Ha megírod üzenetben, merre van a szállás, megmondom mi lehet ott a jó kaja a közelben.

Bűnözés szempontból minden környék biztonságos, tolvajok viszont vannak. Hallottam olyanról, hogy kikapják a telefont turisták kezéből robogós/ebicajos emberek, amikor fényképeznek, de nincs olyan környék, amivel különösebben vigyázni kéne.

A parkok a legjobbak Londonban, a saját nem sorrend listám a legjobbakról:

Hyde

St. James

Victoria (pagoda, csatornapark)

Regents (állatkerttel)

Hackney Marshes ha közel laktok

Richmond (őzek!)

Crystal Palace (kő dínók)

Greenwich (kilátás)

Hampstead Heath (kilátás, bougie)

Tanácsot szeretnék kérni londoni turistáskodáshoz a magyar Tumblr véghetetlen bölcsességére hagyatkozva.

Ha azt mondom, hogy régi, de eddig nem teljesült vágyam eljutni Londonba, akkor az elég erős understatement: a magyaron kívül kizárólag az angolt beszélem értékelhető szinten, a brit fociban, jogban (lévén ugye jogász), politikában, irodalomban, történelemben, popkultúrában, meg persze főképpen populáris zenében évtizedek óta indokolatlan mélységekig vagyok naprakész. Ehhez képest 47 évesen most megyek majd először nemcsak Angliába, de angol nyelvterületre is. A lényeg, hogy nem ott van a baj, hogy ötletem nincs, hogy mit nézzek meg, hanem hogy a túl sok információ miatt nem nagyon tudom, hogy mi az, amit ne hagyjak ki.

Szóval ebből az alaphelyzetből kérdezném, hogy ti mit néznének mindenképpen meg a helyemben, ami belefér egy ötnapos családi városlátogatós turistaútba? Minél szubjektívabb választ adtok, annál jobb, de minden meglátásnak, praktikus tanácsnak örülök.

[greenmaskedmarauder]

Unwaking Dreams

Another SOM fic. More hurt/comfort, because that’s all my brain can come up with lol. A special thank you to @forthegenuine​ for once again betaing my work :D

Word count: 1058

Summary: Lila has a nightmare. Kell is there to comfort her.

Find it here or keep reading below the cut.

Unwaking Dreams

greenmaskedmarauder94

Notes:

I had to make Lila suffer again. I am so sorry lol. Special thanks to @forthegenuine for betaing this :D

Work Text:

The first thing Lila felt was the heat. Death wasn’t as cold as people claimed, not at first. No, the steal burned hot as the Copper Thief thrust a blade through her chest. “This is for Kasnov,” he snarled. And then the warmth of it all spread, and then she was falling. Down...down… The sky she looked into was black. Death must really be everywhere, for now she could feel the heat of it seeping from cuts on her hands. “Let me in, let me in, let me in,” chanted the darkness. She realized then that it wasn’t the sky at all, but Osaron, dragging her off the edge of the Sanctuary Garden. She scrambled, trying to find purchase, but she couldn’t breathe from the wound in her chest. No, wait. That wasn’t correct. She hadn’t been stabbed during this brush with death, she knew this. But she still coughed, and still tasted the blood in her mouth, and still felt it running down her arms and her chest. And then she was falling again.

And then Astrid Dane stood before her, pale as ever. And Lila watched in horror as Astrid’s face became her own, and her knife was plucked out of her hand. “Now,” said the evil queen, “I think I will go help Kell.”

Her scream was lost in her throat, as darkness swallowed her again, and then she felt the world tip under her as she was falling again.

~*~

Lila shot up in bed, sweat slicking her face and sides, as she tried to register where she was. She took several deep breaths before registering that she was on a ship. In her delirious, post-nightmare haze, she thought for a brief moment that she might be on the Sea King. But then her vision cleared, and she registered the body next to her.

No. She was on the Night Spire. And Kell was lying next to her. She was surprised he was still asleep, her dreams--no, nightmares--had been so loud to her that she was sure everyone else aboard could hear them too.

She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees. Her uneven breathing gave way to shaky sobs. And then she felt Kell stirring next to her.

“Lila?” He asked, voice full of concern. She sniffed, and he sat up, pulling her against him. “What is it?” He whispered, as she sobbed silently against his chest.

“I had a bad dream,” she choked out after a few moments. She felt his arms tighten around her, and he rubbed his hands up and down her back soothingly.

“You wanna tell me about it?” He asked after she had calmed down some. She shook her head and sniffed again. “Okay. How can I help?”

She pulled away and rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I don’t know. Sometimes I get quick snippets of what could have happened during our battle with Osaron, but nothing like what I just dreamed.” Kell leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Usually when I wake up and see you next to me I can calm down and go back to sleep, and then forget about it the next day.”

She pushed him back down and buried her face in his chest. She felt his lips against the top of her head as he shifted so that she was laying on top of him. He pulled the blanket up over her and continued to rub her back. He didn’t press her to tell him what she’d seen either. He was just there with her, holding onto her as she tried to clear her mind and slow her heart. As she told herself over and over that what she’d dreamed hadn’t happened.

But it had actually happened. That was the problem. Even though her dream had shifted and blended together, and some details weren’t quite right, everything she’d just relived in that nightmare had happened.

She felt fresh tears fill her eyes and spill over, and then Kell’s arms tighten around her again as he felt them hit his chest.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Talk to me, love.”

She took a shaky breath and then looked up into his face. His blue eye was dark with concern. She slowly began to tell him.

“It started with the fight in Rosenal, when I was stabbed,” she whispered. “And then it kept shifting. Then I was in the garden of the Sanctuary, the night I had to get supplies for Tieren. There had been three afflicted people there, and after I finished dealing with them, Osaron grabbed hold of my leg and tried to pull me into the Isle.” She paused to take another shuddering breath and then went on. “And then it shifted again, until I was back in White London and Astrid had pinned me back and stolen my face so she could go kill you and take the black stone.” Lila brought her hand up to his chest and tried to distract herself by tracing where his scar was even underneath his shirt.

Instead he caught her hand and gently pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She looked up at him then, and moved up until she lightly pressed her lips against his.

He caught her face in his hands and leaned his forehead against hers. “Lila,” he whispered against her lips. There was so much love and concern in his tone that she angled her head until they were kissing.

One of his hands brushed over her hair as the other continued to cup her face. He didn’t deepen the kiss, only let her feel how much he loved her, how strong he knew she was. “Do you want to try to sleep again?” He whispered against her lips.

She shook her head. “Can we just...stay like this? For the rest of the night?” He nodded, and she laid her head against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and rubbed her back gently until he felt her drift off to sleep again. He wasn’t sure if it took minutes or hours, but he continued to hold her for the rest of the night and watched until just before dawn to make sure she slept through the remainder of the night.

[protectoroffaeries]

ok but that part where marsh tells kelsier that he wished kelsier had died instead of mare & kelsier just casually agrees with him

[gandhika]

Anno volt valami teszt magazin, ahol arra jutottak h még a kínai bóvlik 98%-a is valós uv védelmet ad, úgyhogy szerintem emiatt nem kell aggódni.

Só, izzadság öli ezeket, nem lehet vele mit csinálni. Anno kinn fikáztak a kollégák h az oakley az gagyi, costa del mare-t köll venni, meg is vettem, szerintem semmivel sem jobb. Viszont most hogy írom, talán a costánál örigari van (volt) a lencsére és küldtek is ingyé cserét(kb fél évig utazott a szigetre, addig kénytelen voltam újat venni, de egyszer csak volt 2 jó napszemüvegem).

napszemüveg lencséről valami okos mondás van?

oakley holbrook-t használok már kb 10 éve, ez volt az első drága szemüvegem. utcára meg sportolásra is használom, de egyszerüen tönkremegy pár év alatt mert nem bírja a sót-» izzadtságot. a lencse felső rétege felhólyagosodik, és lejön.

Oakley válasza garanciára -» "nem rendeltetésszerű használat" SPORTSZEMÜVEGNEK DIK. na mindegy. bocs, hogy sportolok benne.

faszom se akart 80k-ér venni még egy polarizált ilyen csodát, ezért aliexpresszről rendeltem oowlit oakley replacement lencsét ami elvileg uvszűrős meg polarizált (amit mondjuk "tesztelni" is lehet otthon)

arra lennék kiváncsi, hogy ezek a kínai 5ezres lencsék tudnak annyit mint a friss ropogós márkás lencse, vagy benne van a pakliban, hogy szétbaszom vele a szemem? igazából még bevizsgálást kifizetni is belefér mert akkor is bőven olcsóbban...

[mudwerks]

this is St. Columb's House a 12th (or perhaps 10th) century oratory in Kells, County Meath

Photographers: Frederick Holland Mares, James Simonton

[khagihan2000]

Little Dark Age - Foreign animation These are the foreign animations that deserved love. A response to Oscar. Version: Vimeo GD Youtube (Extended)

Song: Little Dark Age - MGMT Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dae1m2Z6fQ0&t=7s https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwlCXVujrWE&t=28s

List of the clips (including overlays): Breadwinner Song of The Sea The Secret of Kells The Phantom Boy The Illusionist Birdboy: The Forgotten Children The Swallow of Kabul Klaus The King of Pigs The Congress Waltz with Bashir The Tragedy of Man April and The Extraordinary World Calamity, A Childhood of martha Jane Cannary The Bear’s Famous Invasion of Sicily. Flee  Johnny Corncob Son of The White Mare Wolfwalker Yellow Submarine Where is Anne Frank? The Swallows of Kabul Have A Nice Day Gandahar The Time Masters Fantastic Planet The Triplet of Belleville The Rabbi’s Cat Nocturna The Cat in Paris Felidae Plague Dogs Watership Down The Prophet Chico and Rita Another Day of Life MFKZ Funan Cinderella The Cat The King and The Mockingbird I Lost My Body Kirikou and The Sorceress  The Crossing  Marona’s Fantastic Tales Long Way North Josep Mia and The Migoo The Summit of Gods Ernest and Celestine Eleanor’s Secret My Life as a Courgette Aya of Yop City One Night In City The Big Bad Fox and the Other Tales Ruben Brandt Collector The Painting Loving Vincent Azur and Asmar The Red Turtles Buñuel in the Labyrinth of the Turtles Crulic Allegro Non Troppo The Nose or The Conspiracy of Maverick Wrinkles My Sunny Maad Ethel and Ernest

[dont-eat-the-algae]

Marsh's jealousy is so fascinating to me.

Like I think about it constantly. Like he was so jealous of his brother. He disguised it with dislike but boy, he was so fucking envious. Marsh was responsible, he was doing something good and got nothing. Kelsier chose to be a thief, got the fame, the money, got the woman of his dreams. Then after Kelsier should have died, he comes back a fucking Mistborn when Marsh was only ever a seeker.

"...but I have to be honest with you, Kell. Despite what she did...sometimes I wish that you hadn't been the one to survive the Pits." "I wish the same thing every day."

Just before saying this Marsh questions Kelsier's love for Mare and Kelsier just takes it. He's so fucking used to Marsh's fucking brutal attacks.

Like I LOVE this chapter, I love love LOVE it! I love their dynamic! I love these two. I love that Kelsier is just...incredible and Marsh is the jealous older brother who can't keep up.