#oceanblue i LOVE you

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tongue kissing whoever invented calypso lemonade

[valentinahogdahlholm]

Burning icon//Brinnande ikon

Outlines softened by movement, No longer lovely lips to worship as the truth's golden place of heritage. Burning red racks through blue shroud, blu skin, Holy image.

Holy landscape burns and from the ashes rise reality, Mary's blue robes to Lilth's red. And the final notes of psalms hang in the air, Limits softened, Everything is relative, And the only you god you have is the one that meets your eye in the golden halo you crowned me with. You call it a miracle, And I, I call it cold metal. Evolutionism meets your creationism. I call you a blind cynisict and ignorant idealist in the same breat. And the mind you called the golden truth's carrier is innocently "cute".

While you declare the words I rose from fiction, You who in the same prayer paints my image as an icon, Layer upon layer of Lapis Lazuli over ocher skin. Do you not see how they are worshipped, Your words and prayers golden truths, Missionary work for your own concience, When you see your self in the goldening metal of the halo. A young, blond god kisses my lips.

Prays for them, To fill my lungs with prayer, Disregarding, Burning blood, Warm skin, Beating heart.

Praying to golden images with words that have become mechanical, Taught, automatic movement you call life. Blind for blood from the thorned crown you call halo. To dring for your blesing. Sea foam on rising oceans in the grip of your tounge. The blank stare only a surface where you meet Narcisissus' greedy gaze, Ignoring the dephts behind it. Allowing your encounter.

My skin, your hands' goldening grip, Still in a silent scream, Whose blessed breaths you swallow, Without hearing the mechanic sounds. The red dye, breaking through skin that was oceanblue. Trace of the pigment in every movement, every word. Falling from the lips that declare prophecies. But with a fallen halo becomes the site of heritage for falseness. Nothing foreheadkisses can cure.

Despite your relentless tries. Realism's cold words fall on deaf ears in favour of romantic myths, Holy ink and pigment, Golden truths, filled with the creatures of minds, Beautiful myths,

Faces of angels, whose eyes you see yourself in, Made gold by your truth. Face like angels, eyes your mirror, golden under your touch. An innocent smile for relics in your hand. The selfless gift of saints.

Burned when redshot around blue irises. Try to restore with prayers spoken on lips, Worshipping the ignorance of innocence, Whose traces you swear you see in my face.

Save the angelportrait, fron the red hand of sin. Perception of the world collapses under the movement of blood against my cold skin. Burning red when words echoed on the outline of Stockholm. Back of steel, voice of stone, words of lead.

Desperate attempts to erase, Write it all over again. Holy book perserved to pray to Though the binding falls to peices under my back of steel, tone of stone, words of lead. My lungs emptied of prayers and mantras with a simple breath, Pages blown to the wind,

Precisely why I could never be, Your saint, Your angel, Your god, All too human for your fantasy, Orthodox faith in books of worship. Too substantial for holy immateriality, Icon to golden cattle,

Dammned to the lands of false gods, Through words so human they are blasphemous. For who will pray to something real? My name covered by the dark cloak of histroy, Hidden apocryphal about a fallen angel, fallen icon, false god.

Ripped from the sacred book you dedicated to me, My portrait's mirror. Truths golden tounge is cut, And becomes a prophecy to pray for the portrait you still worship. Wish to come alive in someone else, Who will breathe in, your lips holy words.

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Konturerna mjuknar av rörelsen,

Inte längre vackra läppar att helga som sanningens gyllene hemviste.

Brinnande röda sprickor genom den blåa skruden, blåa huden, helgade porträttet,

Det heliga landskapet faller samman till verklighetens inferno,

Marias blåa skrud byts mot Liliths röda.

Och psalmernas sista toner ekar ut.

Gränserna flyter ut,

Allt är relativt,

Och den enda gud du har är det jag som du såg stirra tillbaka på dig i glorian du krönte mig meds förgyllda yta.  

Du kallar det mirakel,

Och jag det kall metall,

Evolutionisten möter din kreationism.

Jag kallar dig förblindad cyniker och ignorant idealist i samma andetag.

Och du kallar det sinne du utropade till den gyllene sanningens bärare för oskuldsfullt gulligt.

Medan du deklarerar de ord ur vilka jag föddes ur för fiktiva,

Du som i samma bön målar min ikonbild,

Lager på lager av Lapis Lazuli över ockrahud.

Och du ser inte hur de dyrkas,

Dina ord och dina böner blir gyllene sanningar,

Missionärsarbete för ditt egna samvete,

När du speglar dig i glorians förgyllande metall.

En ung blond gud som kysser mina läppar,

Ber för dem,

För att fylla lungorna med dina välsignelser.

Känner inte av

Brinnande blod,

Varm hud,

Slående hjärta,

Tillber förgyllda bilder med ord som blivit mekaniska,

 Inlärda, automatiska rörelser du kallar för liv.

Blind för blodet från törnekronan du kallar gloria,

Det du skulle supa för din välsignelse.

Havsskum i stigande havsytor i din tungas grepp.

Den blanka fasaden endast en yta där du möter Narcissus giriga blick,

Ignorerar det djupa mörker som döljer sig däri,

Tillåter ditt möte.

Min hud, dina händers förgyllande grepp,

Stelnad i ett tyst skri,

Vars välsignade andning du sväljer,

Utan att höra dess mekaniska klang.

Den röda färgen bryter genom den hud som varit azurblå.

Spåret av pigmentet i varje rörelse, varje ord,

Som faller från läpparna som var profetiornas förmedlare.

Men som med fallen gloria blir falskhetens fäste,

Inget pannkyssar kan kurera,

Trots dina obotliga försök.

Realismens kalla ord faller på döva öron till de romantiska myternas förmån,

Dyrkade bläck och pigment.

Förgyllda sägner fyllda med fantasins alster,

Mytologins sköna varelser,

Ansikten som änglar, vars ögon du speglar dig i, förgyllda av din beröring.

Ett oskuldsfullt leende mot de reliker du håller i dina händer,

Helgonets självfrånvända gåva,

Som du bränner när du ser röda blodkärl kring blåa irisar.

Porträttet du söker återställa med bönerna talade mot läpparna,

Som dyrkar oskuldens ignorans,

Vars spår du säger att du finner i mitt ansikte.

Rädda helgonbilden från syndens röda hand.

Världsbilden faller samman med blodets rörelse under min kylda hy,

Som kokade röd när de yttrade orden ekade över Stockholmsfasaderna,

Rygg av stål, stämma av sten, ord av bly.

Som du desperat försöker sudda,

Skriva över,

Skriva om.

Din heliga bok bevaras för att tillbes.

Trots att bindningen faller samman med min rygg av stål, ton av sten, ord av bly,

Mina lungor som töms på böner och mantran med en enkel utandning,

Sidorna sprids för vinden.

Precis varför jag aldrig kunde vara

Ditt helgon,

Din ängel,

Din gud,

Allt för mänsklig för att rymmas i din fantasis sägner,

Med sin ortodoxa tro på din dyrkade bok,

För verkligt konkret för att rymmas i dess heliga immaterialitet.

Ikon till gyllene kalv,

Fördömd till falska gudars land,

Genom ord så mänskliga att de blir blasfemi.

För vem vill dyrka något verkligt?

Mitt namn täcks av historians mörka mantel,

Glömd apokryf om en fallen ängel, avhelgad ikon, falsk gud.

Rivs ut ur den sakrala boken du dedikerade mig.

Mitt porträtts spegel.

Sanningens gyllene tunga klipps,

Och blir en profetia att be om till det porträtt du ännu dyrkar.

Önskar ska komma till liv i någon annan,  

Som ska andas in dina läppars helgade, helgande böner.

Ty jag var allt för verklig för att leva i din heliga, helgade fantasi.

Blaze

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[xinnamoon]

Oceablu (Twst Ocs)

As seen in this post, I thought of a whole new school called M.M. High. This is the first studies I got so far.

Oceanblu, focus on adventure and risk taking. Founded by the exploration of the tiniest yet mightiest captain. Unlike it NRC counterpart, it students are more fish folks as they are less magical oriented compare to merfolks. Because of this, parts of their true fish form will appear when they have strong emotions. Their uniform are meant to resemble ship crew members. Oceablu also developed new tools and technology to help fish folks like a boat oar for flying class since it float more similar to water waves, which fish folks are more use to. 

Characters details down below:

Neo Swimcaster

Captain of Oceablu

Neo is bold and confident, traits necessary to be a good captain. Due her disability, many had look down on her. However, this did not deterred her and made her work harder for her position. She hopes that she can inspire others to do the same. She loves all the students of Oceablu and willing to help out the best she can. Her true form is a clownfish with a stubby fin, contrasting Pinky and Shelly who true forms are more magical. Because of her stubby arm and her bad sense of direction, her single father is worried about her and everyday they exchange letter. 

2nd year Dislike: Getting lost Hobby: Boating Talent: Making puns Club: Marine Biology Club Unique Magic: “Way back home” is a reversal spell. It can reverse time up to a minute, can reverse memories to help memories lost, and reverse others’ magic back onto themselves

Pinky Loveland

Friendly freshman

Outgoing and boy hungry, Pinky is the new recruit to the Oceablu crew and she can’t wait to experience the land above. This is her high school debut and she is not going to mess it up! Pinky is from the bottom of the ocean, not only a place filled with monsters, but also gloom and loneliness. When she was younger, many feared Pinky since she is technically a kraken. Her only friends were octopuses grandmas who like to talk and gossip with her. But she is really nice, and just want friends her age...and maybe a boyfriend. Because she is new to the bright side, she get scared easily. Sometimes when its really bad, she will “ink” herself.

1st year Dislike: Getting scared Hobby: collecting toy ships Talent: Camouflage  Club: Photography club Unique Magic: “Release the Kraken” is a powerful but deadly skill. Pinky can summon huge tentacles that can attack opponents, however this drains both her physical and mental health.

Shelly Flo

Chill Vice Captain

When you think of relaxing, you think of Shelly. She always have a cool head and a chill personality. Her true form is actually an island turtle, a sea turtle that can grow plants on its shell. The older the island turtle the larger it will be, which is why they can be thousands of years old and be gigantic. Shelly is still a child, thus is no bigger than a normal sea turtle. And like all sea turtles, Shelly always goes with the flow, letting things just happen to her. 

2nd year Dislike: Pruning the plants off her shell Hobby: Vacationing Talent: Multilingual Club: Swim club Unique Magic: “Go with the Flow” allows Shelly to control waves and tides of water.

As you can see, they are suppose to be somewhat foils to Octavinelle. 

Also fun fact, the two groups know that they are sea folks but they don’t know what type. Oceablu know that Octavinelle are merfolks, but don’t know that Azul is an octopus and the twins are eels. Likewise for Octavinelle. Pinky has a huge crush on Azul but is scared that he would like her octo-form as she hear rumors from her octofriends that merfolks don’t like octopuses, exceptionally kraken type. Sorry, I just find misunderstandings kinda funny.

[obsessedwithomelia]

You‘re more than Everything

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Here is my first One Shot with sentences from the Prompt List for the very best Leen.💓 There’s no relation to the actual show right now cause it’s to complicated for me.😂 I just wanted to write a little Omelia Angst/Fluff without this bad struggle. Enjoy, @owenandameliaforever and everyone else!

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“OH you’re jealous.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

—

It´s already past 11 pm when I walk into the house.

I quickly go into Leo’s room to check on him. He is sleeping peacefully in his crib so I walk over to our bedroom.

I expect Amelia to be already fast asleep but to my confusion the lights are still on.

I enter the room and walk over to our bed where Amelia is sitting with crossed legs, focussing on her laptop. Her hair is tied up in a bun and her black, long eyelashes match perfect with her oceanblue eyes.

‘God, she’s so damn beautiful’. I immediatly have the urge to kiss her.

I lean over, gently touching her hand but to my surprise she turns her head away so I have to kiss her left cheek. I take my hand from hers and look at her questioningly but she still ignores me. She’s upset and I have no idea why.

I sit down on the bed and start kissing her neck softly, hoping that she will get weak and tell me what’s going on but she just lifts her shoulders and trys to avoid my lips.

I stop and groan in frustration. She’s definiely very upset and I have still no clue why.

“What’s going on?”, I ask after a few minutes of silence.

“Nothing”, she answers briefly and I sigh. “I’m just very busy”, she adds.

“It is almost midnight, Amelia. You’re supposed to sleep. You have surgeries tomorrow.”

“I’m busy”, she just repeats her words from a few seconds ago. “But if you want to go to sleep I can go into the living room.” She’s still not looking at me.

“Come on.” In a last try I wrap my arms around her tiny body and snuggle into her neck. Amelia though, frees herself from my arms, gets up and just walks away.

‘Okay, that´s enough’, I say to myself and follow her into our living room.

Amelia sits on the floor in the middle of the room. I walk over to her and start softly caressing her hair. „Why don’t you want to tell me? What did I do wrong? Please let me know, I don’t want to fight“, I beg.

“I’m fine, Owen. How’s the new nurse by the way?”

“Lina?”, I ask confused. Finally she looks at me and lifts an eyebrow.

“Right, Lina…” She looks testy and turns her attention back to her work.

I sit down and we are both quiet for a while.

“Did you show her everything?”, she breaks the silence.

“Yes, that’s why I came home a little later than usual. I told you, right?”

“Mhm”, she huffs. “Everything’s perfectly fine. You two seemed to have a lot of fun.” She gritted her teeth. “I mean, you two were obviously flirting, but it’s okay.”

“What?!” Now I am completely confused. “What the hell are you talking about? It was just a nice gesture.”

“YOU smiled at her the whole time and you two were laughing a lot.”

Amelia doesn’t seem to realize that she’s pouting now and suddenly I get it. “OH you’re jealous”, I say and can’t help the smug look that is forming on my face.

“I’m not!” she hisses back and narrows her eyes. “You can do whatever you want.”

“I know you’re jealous. And you’re so cute when you are like this.” I’m smiling now. “But it’s not necessary.”

She sniffles and for a second I expect her to start crying but she just stands up.

“I want to go to bed”, she says coldy and walks away.

‘She can’t be that jealous.’ I sigh and run my palms over my face.

When I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom Amelia has already turned the lights off.

She’s lying in the bed with her eyes closed but I know she’s not asleep.

I slide under the covers and look at her.

All of sudden her eyes snap open.

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold.” She moves a few inches away and keeps starring at the ceiling.

‘At least a try’, I think.

This is so ridiculous. There is no reason to be jealous.

I put my hand on her hip to pull her closer but she slaps it away.

“Okay enough”, I say a little annoyed.

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame. I didn’t do anything, okay? I just showed her the hospital, because she’s new and it sucks to be the new one and I thought it’s nice when someone warmly welcomes you. We need new nurses urgently, come on you know that.”

I look at her, begging.

I actually expect her to just turn around and keep ignoring be but instead she starts sobbing.

Without hesitating I pull her into a warm embrace.

“No, don’t cry. Please don’t cry”, I tell her desperate and start kissing her face.

Seeing Amelia cry is the worst. It always breaks my heart and all I want is to take her pain away.

“There is no reason to cry, okay?” I pull her closer.

“I’m sorry”, she sniffles. “I know it’s childish. I just can’t help. I saw you two today and just thought ‘Maybe I’m not the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.’ I know I’m exhausting sometimes.”

She stops sobbing and looks at me with her swollen but so god damn beautiful eyes.

I wish there was a way to put it into words how much I love her so she would see by herself.

“Amelia, you have no idea what you mean to me. I love you and this is not gonna change. All I want to see is your beautiful smile again, hear your beautiful laugh. For me you are perfect.” I am so in love with her right now.

She looks at me with wide eyes and a small smiles forms on her delicate lips.

And all at once I start tickling her. I have no idea what has gotten into me but I can’t stop and Amelia laughs. Gods she laughs so loud, so beautiful, so full of life.

When we’re both struggling with our lungs I stop.

I kiss her. I wanted to kiss her since I came home.

Her lips are so soft and I’ve never tasted anything better.

I cover her tiny body with mine and start sucking her neck, slowly.

After a few moments later I lift my head to look at her and her eyes have turned dark. She grins at me.

“You know what? There’s another sound that I love to hear coming out of your mouse. And I guess I want to hear it now.”

I run my hand over her cheek than I disappear under the covers.

The silent night is filled with our moaning and I don’t want it to end. I think I’ve never felt that happy in my whole life.

Amelia is what makes me happy and I hope that one day she will understand it because when she’s with me nothing else matters.

She snuggles into my chest and a feeling of warmth rushes through my body.

She sighs already half asleep and I wrap my arm protectively around her.

I take one last look her than I fall asleep too, perfectly satisfied.

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I really hope you liked it! Be prepared for the next one, soon. :)

[speckledspout]

What about Dean "accidentally" not leaving Sam's room before falling asleep during their Netflix sessions (it totally happens all the time)

epppp!

so the first time, it truly is an accident. they’re both laying on sam’s bed, watching some tv show. there’s a bowl of popcorn between the two of them (sometimes their hands touch when they both reach for some at the same time and they both pull away, blushing like teenagers). everything is warm and soft and so damn comfortable and dean’s truly relaxed. like more relaxed than he’s probably been in years and he just slips into sleep wrapped in the smell and comfort of his brother.

and of course sam doesn’t have the heart to wake dean up when he’s finally tired and turned off the tv. instead he just pulls the blankets up over dean’s shoulders and lets him sleep.

that’s when it starts happening a little too often to be called an accident but still, when dean wakes up in the morning, body well rested and his hair flat on one side and the other side fluffy and spiked, he’ll apologize for accidentally falling asleep in sam’s bed. again.

sam will just smile and tell dean that it’s no problem despite the fact that they both know that it wasn’t an accident. at least, not anymore.

and it’s one morning, weeks, months since this how accident thing started happening and dean wakes up only to find that sam’s staring down at him, watching him with this fond little smile and dean’s about to open his mouth, say sorry for once again not leaving before he fell asleep but sam beats him to the punch, cuts him off by kissing him.

it’s slow and cautious because this is all so new and even though sam’s good at reading in between the lines there’s still a chance that this might not be what dean wants. but dean only relaxes underneath sam and melts back into the bed.

when they pull away, sam’s breathless and dean’s heart is hammering its way out of his chest. the air around them is tense, just waiting for one of them to say something. anything.

then dean sighs. “whatcha doing just watching me sleep, creeper?” his voice still sleep husky and sam can’t help but laugh.

needless to say, dean doesn’t accidentally fall asleep in sam’s room anymore.

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[christykinard]

This is a very favorite paintings of mine. I absolutely love this color palette. It’s inspired by a very favorite quote by #donmiguelruiz . . Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun. Don Miguel Ruiz . . Ocean Vase #oceanvase #48x48 #seaisland #stsimons #Matisse #mixedmedia #tropicalflowers #southerngoldcoast #oceanblue #oceanwind #justaflower #achild #free #picasso #thebroad #thegettymuseum #colorsofsummer #shopsatseaisland #donmiguelruiz #childhoodmemories #seapines #hiltonheadisland #christykinard @christykinard @parkergalleryssi #parkergalleryssi https://ift.tt/2vfD8Wt

[langdons-rep]

(1/?)ship you with FireAndReign!Michael.You would be a great support and Help to him.He’d Come to you to seek for help and constantly talk about How much he hates the witches.Although you don’t blame him.They killed Mead,the only motherly figure in his life.But still you weren’t pro him Actually killing the witches,you never were pro Violence and death.That’s What he likes about you.You were an honest, caring soul.You never wished anyone harm.You were the definition of kindess-Bellissima

(2/?)Not only have you been nice to Everyone, But to him to.He’d never thought he’d meet a human being who would look at him a different way.Not the monster Everyone assumed he was, But the man he was inside.You could see deep into his soul.The broken soul,he just had to be taken care of and shown love.That’s What you did.Michael is forever grateful for your ability to see the best in people.Michael Sometimes thought that you might even make him prevent the Apocalypse.-Bellissima

3/3U showed him another way,the Apocalypse isn’t going to give him What he Actually needs.The thing he needs is love,and he could get that from you.When you offered your hand saying that he doesn’t have to take the path his father laied out for him he grabbed you in a fiercy kiss.Now many years later you and him are walking down the city.He has black clothes,black coat and red leathergloves.He stops in front of a shop”What are u staring at?”u say.He gulped”Y/N,Can We get french toast”-Bellissima

4/4He’d love ur humor.When he was with u a smile always found itself on his beautful face.U lit up the Mood,he was comfortable being with you.His oceanblue eyes lit up everytime he saw you and his breath faltered.U met up with him for ur date.A fancy dinner and he invited you to dance a slow song on the dance floor.In his embrace you smiled lovingly’You’re so gorgeous’he thought lost in ur eyes”U ok?”u asked.He got serious”I-I think I’m in love with u”he admitted and ur heart burtsted-Bellissima

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omg. you have no idea how soft this made me. also, i love that “can we get french toast line?” ahjsajhsa TYPICAL MICHAEL. i love this so so so so so so much, thank you babe ♡︎

[ninjaswiftie]

Hey, @taylorswift and @taylornation ... here’s the “story of us” ... we’ve both been fans since day one. This amazing girl @oceanblue-eyess has followed you everywhere from Canada. We met because of you. Our mutual admiration of you and your music gave us an instant connection. And now we are each other��s souls mates and loves of our life. You’ve gotten us both through some incredibly difficult times in our lives. And you’ve been a constant in our long distance relationship. When we heard “Delicate” the lyrics hit us. And we got it as matching tattoos. :) We’ve gone to your concerts individually and have never been to an ACTUAL full concert together. We saw you in Austin “at the races” but never an actual tour show. Until now. In three weeks, we will be traveling from Utah and Canada to see you, together, for our first REAL show, in Nashville. Neither one of us has met you. But I’d give my left kidney for you to meet my love. She’s been dedicated and true to you and it would be an amazing birthday present to me for her to meet you. I don’t even have to. I just want you to meet her. She’s amazing and beautiful and strong. Thank you for bringing her into my life!! See you in Nashville, @taylorswift!! Section 110. Row R. Seats 15-16. (Wanted floor but saving $$ for my love to move to Utah and become a US citizen and start our lives together!)

[camillaharcourt]

I’LL NEVER LOVE AGAIN | CAROL & MILLIE | @velvetipped

    –––––– she remembers it well. the time she’s spent, trying to figure out what was wrong. why caroline didn’t react to her gentle, soothing touch. to her words. why she seemed to look right through her everytime she says her name. asks for her to look at her. but everything she does seems not good enough. little does she know it’s been days since their last conversation. since they’ve shared a loving touch. and it’s when she’s standing against the frame of their bedroom door, watching the love of her life, something hits her.

a tender lit room - one that resembles to a private booth of a stripclub. no. no, she’s wrong. when her gaze falls upon the pokertable behind her, where she’s cornered against, she knows where they are. the back of a casino. one of her hands rests on the slick wood of the table as the other’s hiding behind her back, feeling the green material the cards normally lay on. spread around, with a cigar or two. and a shot of bourbon, or whiskey, depending on the player’s poison. but this time there’s nothing, just a blank green canvas, ready to be played at. except, something tells her tonight there won’t be any games played. not the kind civilized society would normally play. an unexpected breath, one that’s only noticeable for herself, leaves her lips when she feels something touch her fingers. someone, not something. fingers lock with her own and hazel eyes fall onto the figure next to her. it’s blurry. unclear. like she can exactly see who it is, it’s right there on the tip of her tongue, but her brain won’t process. so all that remains is a hole her mind impossibly won’t fill up. 

❝ you can point the gun at me all you want, but i’m taking one of you with me to the grave. –– don’t mistake me for a fool. don’t ever – ... ❞

there are no details. everytime she tries to remember - everytime she tries to focus, the less her mind is willing to cooperate. so instead she’s just there. lingering in the space she’s most familiar with. she’s with her every second, she’s been there with her ever since she died. unable to let go. unable to leave caroline alone. there are moments she’s forgotten what happened - why her lover won’t respond to her, she’s right there with her after all. and it causes millie to withdraw from her and sit on the end of the bed instead. for minutes, hours not understanding what she’s done to upset her lover.

she often wanders around the house. when she’s realized it’s useless to talk. to try and seek communication when there is none. so she tries to find comfort in the place she lives in. a darker and grayer place she remembers. or was it just the weather, the clouds that drove the sunlight out in the afternoon skies that made this house seem so... unhappy? she misses something. a familiar light. heat. something.... something dangerous when touched for too long ––– fire! it was fire she missed. the fireplace burning, the living room basking in its glory and warmth. she hasn’t seen or felt that fire for a long time, it seems. but the strength to move down and heat the thing she doesn’t find. fingertips touch the dusty photoframes that are on the hearth instead. 

the doorbell rings. it does sometimes, but millie doesn’t pay attention any longer. the people that come in are a daze to her anyways. like white noise. she can’t see who they are, or what they’re saying. she sighs when her eyes fall on the beach photo of them together. it causes the corners of her lips to rise, as far was possible. she can’t be happy whilst her lover isn’t. but the sweet memory of their shared kiss in front of friends sparks an emotion she hasn’t felt in a while. happiness, she thinks it is. and it’s then she hears an unfamiliar voice coming from the bedroom.  ❝ we all miss her, caroline. we really do. –– ❞ silence falls for a moment and millie takes it to turn away from the hearth, slowly approach the room the female voice had come from.  ❝ – but life goes on. she would’ve wanted to see you happy. to move on, no matter how much it hurts. ❞ she recognizes that voice, she knows she does.

❝ wanna bet? – i pull the trigger faster than you can, asshole.❞  there are more people in the room, millie notices. she knows now. it’s not just her, the stranger pointing the gun at her and the figure next to her, but three more people have surrounded him. she remembers the fight, no, not a fight, a war. a war she had started by killing the cult’s queen lillian. and the chase, oh the forever chase to track down the upirs that had made it out alive. the friends they made along the way, finding out they hadn’t been alone. fighting a fight that had been going on for longer than millie knew - the queen apparently had made many enemies. and their fight had almost been over, save for one. the last pawn they had found tonight, hiding in the back of a casino that had been shut down years ago. a great hiding place, millie had to admit so, but not clever enough to have stayed off the radar. not for the codebreaker, at least. but somewhere along the way, whilst intruding the place, the tides had turned and they no longer had control over the situation. 

it’s katherine, she remembers now. their best friend, pointing a gun at their enemy. a glock g29 gen4 to be exact. it was better than this homemade one, but that didn’t rule out the danger they were in. and her strength grows around the hand she’s holding in her own when she notices his knuckles tighten, clearly not considering lowering the gun by katherine’s threat. and it pushes the air right out of millie when his shooting point shifts from her own chest towards caroline. 

caroline. oh god, it hits her now. she’s holding caroline’s hand. and her focus changes from the man towards her lover. she finds those beautiful oceanblue eyes she’s been drowning in over and over again. only to be rescued by those breathtaking lips. lips where both loving and awful words had dropped from over time, but they always made it through. they made it through everything, they were made for each other after all. like soulmates, always returning to each other. she thinks of the many times she’s been cupping those perfect cheekbones, traced the lines all over her face and kissed her forehead - her nose. kissed her everywhere she could possibly kiss her. ran her hands through her soft short hair. and her hands... the hand she’s holding onto. she takes in the feeling of skin on skin, as if it’s the last time.

and the last time, it had been. she figured it all out. it took her so long. but she knows why. her fingers trace her temple, the final blow still echoing through her skull, but there was no trace of a gunshot to be found.  ❝ –– caroline? ❞ she asks, not expecting an answer. for the first time knowing there won’t be an answer. because no matter how close she was to her lover, they were entirely separated. and the distance between them breaks her. it makes her hurry to the bedroom. how she had made it into the kitchen, she cannot remember. but the house is dark - the lights are out and she figures caroline’s to be found in the room they spent so much time together.  ❝ oh, caroline. ❞ she breathes out when she finds her in bed, moving in to hold her close. to brush her fingers through her hair, to brush her fingertips over her hand.  ❝ i’m so, so sorry.  ❞ tears drip onto the pillow, although she knows for sure it’s only her own hallucination. ghosts cannot cry, and most certainly caroline cannot see, feel or hear her. but her apologies - they’re real.  ❝ i had no idea... i didn’t know until now. –– i swear i’ve always been here. i’m right here. i was lost....so lost. –– my darling dearest, i wish i could’ve said goodbye. i wish you could hear me - like all the other many times i’ve tried to talk to you.....i thought you were angry. i thought - i thought you were upset, but not –– not because of... ❞ she’s unable to finish her sentence, listening to her lover’s breathing for a while. 

❝ i’ll always be here. i promise. –––––– my darling. ❞ 

[sippin-pina-coladas-blog-blog]

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[thedesignjunkie]

I had a wonderful meeting today with the folks at @sherwinwilliams . We discussed our favorite color trends and what we’re excited to see more of. I think this gray washing trend is about over, along with it the creaming of everything with those quintessential pops of black. I am really digging deep and rich emerald greens (think velvet), oceany blues, buttery leathers, brushed golds, soft blush pinks...I feel like we’re heading towards a more simple, yet dramatic, palette. We want more earthy and comfortable spaces, respites from all the madness that seems to be everywhere right now. Our homes are going to reflect our need for sanctuary, a love for growing plants, reading books and enjoying uncluttered spaces. I see colors that really invigorate and refresh as we head into Spring. I’m here for it. What colors are exciting you? #SherwinWilliams #emeraldgreen #oceanblues #leather #colortrends #blushpink #gold #interiordesign https://www.instagram.com/p/B7IEK_DAcBQ/?igshid=1sjl3rlbn343j

[infreo]

Great news from @porttopub We are so excited to reveal our 2020 feature artwork by WA-based artist @kirstywatkinsart 👩‍🎨🎨 “What I wanted most was to give that sense of being in the water – how that feels, seeing the bottom, feeling the salt water in your mouth and the sun on your back. Knowing as a swimmer you’re almost at the Island. I know what it feels like to swim to Rottnest – watching the sandy bottom and the grass beds as you get closer to the Island. It’s the best place on earth!” 🏊🏻‍♀️☀️�� We think you captured this perfectly, Kirsty! And it could be yours - we’ll be auctioning this piece at the race briefing on 12 March to raise funds for @freofoundation 💙 Thank you, Kirsty, we absolutely love it! 🙌 . . . . . . . . . . . #infreo #fremantle #freostory #freo #justanotherdayinwa #thisisfreo #visitfreo #freolife #icfreo #icwest #igfreo #WesternAustralia #seeaustralia #ig_Australia #freopics #lovefreo #thisisWA #amazingWA #sun7 #swim #oceanblue #ocean #indianocean #oceanswim #openwaterswim #rotto #rottnest #rottnestisland #island (at Fremantle, Western Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6KVC4PhHyL/?igshid=qols4vl12wbs

[sparkles-n-sass-boutique]

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[blueh3nd]

Mensch Herbert Grönemeyer Momentan ist richtig Momentan ist gut Nichts ist wirklich wichtig Nach der Ebbe kommt die Flut

Now is right

Now is good

Nothing really matters

Flood follows the ebb

Am Strand des Lebens Ohne Grund, ohne Verstand Ist nichts vergebens Ich bau’ die Träume auf den Sand

At the beach of life

Without reason, without sense

Nothing is in vain

I build dreams on the sand

Und es ist, es ist OK Alles auf dem Weg, Und es ist Sonnenzeit Unbeschwert und frei Und der Mensch heißt Mensch Weil er vergisst, Weil er verdrängt Und weil er schwärmt und stählt Weil er wärmt, wenn er erzählt Und weil er lacht, Weil er lebt Du fehlst

And it is, it is OK

Everything is on its way

It’s sun-time

Careless and free

And men are men

Because he forgets

Because he surpresses

Because he daydreams and beams

Because he shares his warmth and tells stories

And because he loves

Because he lives

You are missed

Das Firmament hat geöffnet, Wolkenlos und ozeanblau Telefon, Gas, Elektrik Unbezahlt, und das geht auch Teil mit mir deinen Frieden, Wenn auch nur geborgt Ich will nicht deine Liebe, Ich will nur dein Wort

The sky is open

Cloudless and oceanblue

Telephone, gas, electric

Unpaid, but that’s all right too

Share your peace with me

Even if ist just borrowed

I Don’t want your love

Just your word

Und es ist, es ist OK Alles auf dem Weg Und es ist Sonnenzeit Ungetrübt und leicht Und der Mensch heißt Mensch Weil er irrt und weil er kämpft Und weil er hofft und liebt, Weil er mitfühlt und vergibt Und weil er lacht Und weil er lebt Du fehlst Oh, weil er lacht, Weil er lebt Du fehlst

And and it is, it is OK

Everything is on its way

it’s sun-time

Undimmed and light

And men are men

Because he is wrong and because he fights

because he hopes and loves

because he empathizes and forgives

Because he loves

Becaus he lives

you are missed

Oh because he laughes

Because he lives

you are missed

Es ist, es ist OK Alles auf dem Weg Und es ist Sonnenzeit Ungetrübt und leicht Und der Mensch heißt Mensch Weil er vergisst, Weil er verdrängt Und weil er schwärmt und glaubt, Sich anlehnt und vertraut Und weil er lacht Und weil er lebt Du fehlst

It is , it is OK

Evertyhing on ist way

It’s sun- time

undimmed and light

And men are men

Because he forgets

Because he surpresses

Because he daydreams and believes

Because he leans on others and trusts

Becasue he laughs

Because he lives

You are missed

Oh, es ist schon OK Es tut gleichmäßig weh Es ist Sonnenzeit Ohne Plan, ohne Geleit Und der Mensch heißt Mensch Weil er erinnert, weil er kämpft Und weil er hofft und liebt Weil er mitfühlt und vergibt Und weil er lacht, Und weil er lebt, Du fehlst Oh, weil er lacht, Weil er lebt, Du fehlst

Oh, it really is alright

I’m used to pain

It’s sun-time

Without plan or convey

And men are men

Because he remembers

Because he fights

And because he hopes and loves

Because he empathisizes and forgives

Because he laughs

Because he lives

You are missed

Oh because he laughs

Because he lives

You are missed.

[ninjaswiftie]

Hey @taylorswift…do you see this gorgeous girl?? We met because of you. We’ve both had you in our lives since the beginning. And there’s nothing more that I want than for you to meet my love, Shelby @oceanblue-eyess. She’s one of the strongest people I know. She’s gone through a lot in her life. She’s gained strength and comfort through you and your music. We both have. She’s my life. She GIVES me life. And I hope you will meet her and give her a huge hug since you’ve literally saved her life on more than one occasion. We will see you in Nashville!

[castielismyfavouriteangel]

Tagged by one of the few fellow countryman @oceanblue-and-forestgreen

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Actually I prefer Pepsi :D

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney!!

3. Coffee or Tea: Tea is my life (Which is mostly based on the fact, that I get nauseous of coffee)

4. Books or Movies: Depends most of the time. If I just want to get sprinkeld with something, I watch a movie, if I want to fall in Love with a story, I read a book.

5. Windows or Mac: Windows, had to work with Mac at the University and I hated it.

6. DC or Marvel: I guess Marvel..

7. Xbox or Playstation: Uff...depends on what I wanna play. But I guess rather xbOx, I love Viva Pinata xD

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: I know neither of them.

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Usually more of a Night owl...but I try to get a scheduled daily routine xD

10. Cards or Chess: I suck at chess, so please Cards.

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Both is fine actually...But I’d prefer vanilly if anyone would ask.

12. Vans or Converse: I can afford neither of then, but from the style: Converse

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Guess it has something to do with Dragon Age (had to google it) Never played it, so...I got no answer.

14. Fluff or Angst: I’d prefer fluff...havent written Angst yet really..

15. Beach or Forest: I was more or less raised in a forest :D

16. Dogs or Cats: I’m more of a Cat person. I’ll end up as a crazy cat lady :D

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Clear skies, the only thing I like about rain is the smell..

18. Cooking or Eating Out: I’m currently on a diet, so totally cooking :D Also it makes a lot of fun :)

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: The only spicey food I eat is my home cooked chili xD

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: I never was really a Halloween-Fan, so definately Christmas (Dunno what the others are, I guess from other religions)

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: I’d guess too cold. Cou can add layers of clothing and use a hot-water bottle, but at some point you can’t lose more layers of clothing xD

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Having the ability to make freinds...for real, not just online xD

23. Animation or Live Action: Animation

24. Paragon or Renegade: I don’t really play Computer games, so I really don’t care ;)

25. Baths or Showers: My next flat HAS TO HAVE a bath...showering is okay, but I love a long, hot bath :)

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Iron man...though I still haven’t seen every Cap movie..

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Can’t decide. I like bith.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they: Just because I don’t care, doesn’t mean I don’t understand (Homer Simpson I guess?)

Always be yourself, unless you can be a Unicorn, then always be a Unicorn.

29. YouTube or Netflix: I love my Netflix. Though the supply isn’t that great in Germany.

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Never read Percy Jackson, so definately Harry Potter.

31. When You Feel Accomplished: Tricky question...(even more couse I don’t really know what it means, damn language barrier) But if it means what I think it means then...when I can help people, when I can help them understand things I already know. (though I don’t know really much myself xD) but the gratefulness of others, when they finally understand something they’ve been struggling with a long time, it’s just great :)

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Neither of both.

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Hardcover. First of all I love to bind books in Hardcover, it’s just so much fun, and I hate that you almost can’t read a paperback book without breaking the back of it..

34. Handwriting or Typing: Depends. Really long texts I wanna type, but my studying notes I rather wtire down, cause I learn through that. And I LOVE to write letters..

35. Velvet or Satin: Depends on the clothing. I wouln’t wanna wear a velvet pyjama, but if I wanna wear a nice dress, I’d prefer the velvet :)

36. Video Games or Movies: Movies. Never been quite a gamer-girl xD

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I’d be worried he’d burn everything down (including me) so I’d prefer to be the dragon and burn everything down xD

38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunset. Though I love the light colours of a summer sunrise :)

39. What’s your favourite song? My taste in music changes almost weekly. Last week it was Eskimo from Louden Swain, this week it would be Krabat from ASP (is a German Song)

40. Horror Movies yes or no: I hate them...

41. Long hair or short hair: IShort hair just doesn’t fit me xD

42. Opera or Theatre: I love both.

43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first? Harry Potter I’d guess xD

44: If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be? Pizza. You have just so many variations xD

45: Older guys or young guys? Never had someone younger than me xD

46: If you could have a night with any fictional character doing whatever you wanted … who? Castiel, he could tell me everything about heaven and the beginning of the world and humanity.

47: Singing or dancing? Why not combine both xD Though I can’t do both really :D

48: No internet for the rest of your life or your favourite show/book/game/whatever has an end so terrible it’s only aired once and never spoken of again?

As long as I can still read whatever I want I can live with no Internet for the rest of my life :)

49: You’re favourite TV show gets cancelled before an actual end or the end is just totally crappy/horrible, and you’re distraught for the rest of your life.

I don’t even know 48 people to tag, but at least some I can tag xD @thedisgraced @jimminovak @wyatttoldme @waywardswain @procasdeanating @godshipsit @crowstielean @haven3333