#rainbow sundown

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At the end of the rainbow is a beach chair

According to an Irish legend, there is a treasure of gold at the end of a rainbow, which is guarded by goblins called leprechauns. These goblins are said to be particularly tricky in their efforts to hide their gold from humans.

But that's just a myth, in reality you can find a beach chair at the end of the rainbow.

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Rainbow in the city by Pascal Volk

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Nightshade beamed, squatting down to the child's height to see her and the flower crown better. Before she did anything else, she stuffed the two journals into Samhain's backpack to keep them safe. After that, Nettie had her undivided and full attention. "Ohmygosh!! It's so pretty! Thank youuu~ You really outdone yourselves this time, huh?"

Oh yes! The dog! How could she have forgotten? And right on cue, Gruffud came a-trotting. The confusion on his face made Nightshade giggle, but it was nothing she hadn't seen before; most normal animals had the same reaction towards her. Luckily Gruff was known to be good with cats but even if he was, Nightshade would not have been afraid. She's dealt with bigger, badder things after all.

Nightshade stayed where she was, low to the ground and offering Gruff her hand (which had now curled as if it were a paw) to sniff as etiquette asked of them. "Heyya Gruff! Nice to meetcha too!" she bid, knowing full well Gruff wouldn't understand her human tongue. She then switched to something he could understand. ("Hi there!") she quipped right after, which just sounded like 'bark bark' to everyone else.

“I-I’ve, ah— got to talk to Maude..” Fortunately Nightshade was quick on the uptake, giving Bran an 'okay' signal with her hand where Nettie couldn't see. She winked, as if saying 'I'll take it from here'.

"Oh sweetpea, you're still damp! Lets get you all warmed up an' cozy by the fire, hm? The hearth room's this way right?" Nightshade asked, getting up and leading Nettie away by the hand.

—

It changed forms in mere seconds and its new fangs were sharp, but Samhain's eyes were sharper. He caught the shapeshifter by the mouth with an ivory hand that could no longer feel pain, nor any flesh for teeth to sink into. Fingers clasped around the creature's head like a metal trap instead, holding its mouth wide open, while his other hand held its body like a vice.

"At first ah thought you were a djinn," the ghoul said flatly, the lines of his face unreadable. "You see they love tricking people, especially the bereaved, by wearing the faces of their loved ones. An' djinn are made entirely of smoke, so ye can see where ah got that idea from."

If Feldmire thought Samhain's grip on it couldn't get any tighter, it thought wrong. The energy within the attic was even growing more dense, more suffocating, as the ghoul's spirit energy filled the entire room; the energy pulsating with the boiling emotions inside him.

"The last time a creature decided to trick me by wearing my beloved's face... It didn't end well for them," Samhain recalled, his eyes darkening. "...an ah found out that my fire burns smoke very well."

Nightshade caught up with them downstairs. Bran stepped aside while Nettie grinned back at her. “Ta-da!” she sang happily, presenting her with the flower crown — a mix of daisies, soft pink roses, and puffy white baby's breath. It was rather damp, and some leaves had gotten stuck amidst the blooms. “Gruff helped pick the flowers,” she told Nightshade. “He’s our dog. He got wet, so Maude’s drying him off.”

Gruff trotted around the corner as though he’d heard his name, fur fluffed from a thorough towel-drying. When he spotted Nightshade, he froze, sneezed, and tilted his head in confusion — as though trying to piece together ‘kitty’ and ‘girl’ in his mind.

“Gruff!” Nettie called him, patting her knees in an invitation to join them. He tilted his head even more. She needed to ask him to come in both English and Welsh for him to obey. “Nightshade’s nice,” Nettie encouraged him. He gave a low woof in reply, sat at Nightshade’s feet, and looked up at her curiously.

Bran cleared his throat, fidgeting with his sleeve. “I-I’ve, ah— got to talk to Maude. About… things.” He gave Nightshade a pleading glance, a silent plea for her to keep Nettie occupied in the meantime.

—

When shadows enveloped the attic, Feld sensed the imminent danger and dissolved into a featureless ribbon of dusty smoke. It tried diving beneath a cabinet but found itself snatched up anyway.

Eyes that flickered with green flame stared into Feld. Anger brimmed in the ghoul’s hissed question.

Terror filled Feld, cold and unfamiliar, along with an electric tingle of thrill before raw instinct took over. It wanted out now. Out of the attic. But first it needed to get out of Samhain’s hands, and his grip was too strong even for its smokiest form to escape.

The creature flailed wildly; it twisted and rippled and stretched. In seconds, it had turned into solid flesh beneath the ghoul’s hands — a long snake with dirty white scales and amber eyes. The moment its gums sprouted fangs, it lunged for Samhain with the full intention of sinking its teeth into his shoulder.

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Statue of Liberty in Odaiba, Tokyo.

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Tiny Moves

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You and JJ have only been friends for a little while, but to him it feels like he’s known you forever and he’s so sure he’ll always want you forever. Inspired by the song Tiny Moves by Bleachers. I wrote this with JJ Maybank in mind because I’ve been on an OBX kick recently but it could definitely be rewritten to fit other people!

JJ Maybank was a notorious man whore, to put it delicately. Sleeping with any tourist who even batted their eyelashes at him, and any other girl from the cut who was desperate enough to sneak away from the party for a blurred night with the blonde.

He didn’t mind the status, being the guy they all went to. In his mind, no strings attached was the best thing for him. It meant no pressure to feel things and no guilt for turning down any girl who had stupidly fallen for him.

That was, until he met her. Y/n Y/l/n, a friend of a friend and his former lab partner from middle school. He didn’t mean to fall for her, but then again, who really plans on falling in love, let alone with some girl JJ wouldn’t even show up to biology class for when he was still on the brink of becoming a teenager.

He remembers the messy braids tied in her hair and the way the safety glasses left faint marks behind on her face after long hours spent leaning over a plastic beaker mixing different colored fluids to make a rainbow.

Back then, he never really paid her any attention. What she did or didn’t do never peaked his interest, he would much rather have spent his time with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hands while he looked out the window like he was in prison. Now, suddenly and without warning, it did matter.

JJ wanted all of her tiny moves, he wanted to forever remember the silly marks from the glasses on her face or how her nose would scrunch and the skin by her eyes would crinkle when she would smile. It made his chest feel funny, wanting all of the silly little nonsensical things from her, things that would never give him any kind of personal gain but all things he couldn’t stop praying for.

He remembers how she stopped by one day without warning in the middle of January, stumbling over the piles of leaves piled up by the front steps of the chateau. She was wearing a soft white dress that swayed around her ankles in the wind and had blue painted on her finger nails. She was just giving back his notebook he let her borrow when she was out of class with a cold a few days prior to her visit, and truthfully he had just stolen Pope’s notes and taken the credit, but the soft smile on her face and the dimples by her cheeks made it impossible for him to confess the truth.

When she left, he felt the insatiable burning in his chest and the intense pounding of his heart against his ribcage. He placed Kiara’s hand over his chest wearily, only driving himself into more of a panic as he declared to her that he believed he was having a heart attack. He felt so funny and sluggish that he was so sure of it, but Kiara only swatted his hand away and laughed with her whole stomach as she realized his feelings before him.

“Jayj, you’re in love!” She said it so loudly, he had to put a hand over her mouth and hush her until she promised not to say anything to anyone.

And how could he have not seen it? The tiniest moves she made, it was like watching his whole world shake. A simple smile or a polite giggle from across the campfire at one of his half decent jokes and he was redder than the sky at sundown and hotter than the lively flame in front of him.

He doesn’t know how it happened, or why he suddenly decided to start paying her any kind of special attention in their friendship, or even why it was her. He always thought he’d end up with Kiara because at least if he was unloveable, him and her had made a pact to get married if they hadn’t met anyone by thirty. But now, all of his past meant nothing to him when he had the something he didn’t even know he was looking to find.

“Stay still.” Her voice ordered playfully, taking my wrist in her hands and blowing a cool breeze across my fingertips.

The overwhelming smell of nail polish mixed with the addictive smell of freshness in her room, her pillows fluffy and her blankets piled all over her bed. I knew that John B was surely going to give me a hard time when I walked into his backyard with bright orange nails, but when Y/n finished up her own hands and looked up at me all doe eyed asking if I would let her paint mine the same color so we could match, I didn’t even think about the names he would call me before I said yes. All I could think about was how happy she would be if I were to give in.

“Smells so bad.” I gagged, trying to pull my hands from her grip playfully, nose crinkling at the chemical like smell that covered my hands.

She laughed, throwing her head back as she grabbed both of my hands this time, despite one of them already being dry and shook them in her own hands.

“You’ll mess it up you dork!” She leaned forward, practically laughing into my chest at my faux hurt that I painted across my face. I laughed too, but not nearly as hard. I was too focused on her.

I’d only really been friends with Y/n for a year. She had only started tagging along just last June, and yet, she consumed all of my thoughts more than anyone I’d ever known. I wanted to be around her all the time, make her laugh just so I could hear the breathiness in her voice as she claimed she couldn’t breathe because her ribs hurt too much. I’d only really known her for a year, but it felt like we’d been intertwined like this forever, and I’m certain I’ll feel like this forevermore.

It was like Kiara had told me in January when she first came by in her pretty white dress and a sweet smile on her face, I was in love and I loved her.

“I love you.” Her giggles sputtered off into one final breath of air squeaking from her throat, and her eyes stretched in a way that confirmed that what I had said was out loud and not just the phrase I repeated to her in my head over and over again every time we spoke.

And my whole world shook violently when I got no response, feeling my heart breaking for that silent second and only hearing the ringing in my ears accompanied by the humming of the fan in the corner of her room.

And then, suddenly, her hands were on my cheeks, lips pressed to mine and eyelashes tickling my cheeks as they fluttered shut. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste, I couldn’t help but feel completely consumed by her when all I could feel was her. Her hands, her lips, her coconut shampoo.

My hands found the back of her neck, massaging the skin between my fingers to deepen the press of her lips to mine like if I weren’t, she would slip away and I would wake from this blissful dream of mine.

When we pulled away, I found her eyes looking straight into mine, lips swollen and pink from where we were connected just a moment ago.

Then, suddenly, she was melting into a fit of giggles that bubbled from her chest, eyes closing as her forehead rested against my shoulder. For a second, I thought she thought it was funny, but then I felt myself fall into the same static feelings of pure excitement, happiness and love that she was feeling. That same funny feeling spreading from my chest to ever limb in my body until I was buzzing with it, blushing until I was sure my whole face was beet red.

“Why are you laughing?” I laughed along with her, pulling her head to rest against mine with both of my hands, feeling her moving against my forehead with each giggle that escaped her lips. Her hands found mine, pulling them down to her lap where she could brush her hands over my knuckles and smile at polish, which was now worn away.

“You smudged it!” She breathed out like it was the funniest thing in the world, and I knew it felt like it to her because of the leftover nerves and giddiness resting in her stomach, the same fluttery feeling I felt as well.

“Eh, you can fix them, right?” I didn’t let her answer, pressing my lips to hers again and holding her hands in mine. I’d only just gotten a taste and I was already addicted.

Maybe I was having a heart attack, but I wouldn’t know the difference with all the love pumping through my body. At least if I was, I would die knowing I finally got the girl.

And all of her tiny moves.

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*Everyone making fanart of Maverick and Simping over her*

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This is an updated post on the AU account by Welcome home I decided to update the post every week on Fridays!

Here are all the social networks of the author and their ay!

(Tik Tok):

Rainbow Factory Wally: @dodozoi17

Lovesick Wally: @halohelene

Opposite Wally: @livelaughloveandersen

Creyscale Wally: @sweetestrosiebee

Red wally: @licoricecookie1

Mirror wally: @horrortheory01

Coroline Wally: @kylee_dottavioartist

Priest wally: @littlesweets34

Butcher Wally: @littlesweets34

Actor Wally: @frillsand

Homesick Wally: @nameko_nick

Ss!wally: @aku_sunshin3

Royalty Wally: @neonross_

Fallen Wally: @kimuarts

So below wally: @sobelowwallydarling

Space Wally: @mits_the_simp1

Flower bed: @majorkro

Assumption Wally: @bud_lor

60-x Wally: @tonyr3ed_tt

Wally Wonka: @deaddeerdarling

Zombie apocalypse Wally: @rrosebud333

Watcher Wally: @deadlyeyez

Skater Wally: @pickledplumzz

Siren Wally: @zoomie_zoomloll

Highschool Wally: @muffinturner

Beach town Wally: @pinksugarberry

Music universe: @erica.vikcy

Phantom Wally: @asterine_bean

Final!act Wally: @daylightgenesis

Observer Wally: @neonross_

Warley Wally: @blueymagicalkawaii

Reverse Wally: @cookiedoughcd

Ghost Wally: @m0th_gh0st

Daycare! Wally: @darkfluffydragon

Reaper Wally: @h0llyn0vaberry

Sweet n Jam Wally: @problepatic_blue

Lurk Wally: @donttouchdachild_

Apple blossom Wally: @astarlightsend

Metal Wally: @by_baby60

Punk Wally: @cartoon_loonatic

Photographer: @era_artx

Cafe Wally: @mocha_fern

sundowner syndrome Wally: @gutturalcarnivore

Mafia Wally: @brightkillerx3_prztx

Celestial Wally: @bubblegumbaby11_

Grimoire Wally: @starberries13

Psycho murder Wally: @kittysxrlmw

Parallel Wally: @parallel_au

Stargazer Wally: @ender_kinggs

Aviary Wally: @seiless_

Geno Wally: @sabrandomdraws

Hyper Wally: @kii_the_artist

Steampunk Wally: @rqgreyy

Schizophrenic Wally: @gyn3th

Apple Wally: @itskorrychang

Sweet Dreams: @wildspirit456

Escape the studio Wally: @thelazyangel456

Colloid Wally: @anonyjakashi

Eternal Dream Wally: @theextraidioz

Rockstar Wally: @tv_gvy

Glamrock Wally: @silly13r

God Wally: @sweetcoffee_

Silent Home Wally: @just_call_me_em_

Singer Wally: @ityart

WH Stage On Wally: @imjade381

Nightmare Dolls Wally: @yamicat144

The Dark Wally: @luigisbf

Apple Blood Wally: @javadoodle404

Omori Wally: @bm0ooo0

Ajolote Wally: @cossette_b

Ending Cycle: @manda.aarts

Pop star Wally: @sophia_lefeld_art

Skater Wally: @centiphantomhive08

Rui Wally; @im_suddenly_edgy

Police Wally: @localarsonist07

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Pokémon Wally: @partycoffin

Mod Wally: @Clownsuu

Emo Wally: @Clownsuu

Ena Wally: @Eechytooru

Toymaker Wally: @wifumakervl

Playfellow Workshop Wally: @chez-cinnamon

Animated Puppetry Wally: @mandasarts

Finfolk Wally: @aerkame

Demon Wally: @infohazardouz

Overboard Wally: @echoentities

Muppets Wally: @somethingsomething-bear

Killer Wally: @itskorrychang

Big Apple Wally: @flippantfoe

Cupid Wally: @fetusmeme

Candy Land Wally: @shishimintyarts

Self-Aware Swap Wally: @anonymous-paperbag

Midnight Mass Wally: @vamlentvair

Sky Wally: @kyletheodred

Heart of glass: @starryofthy

McDonald's Wally: @yunjinerd

Tailor Wally: @shroomycattiktok

Circus Wally: @nonomives

Animatronic Wally: @kyletheodred

Creator Wally: @bloodrediscream

Doodle Wally: @bloodrediscream

Haunted house Wally: @kamigui

Jazzercise Wally: @itskorrychang

Jousick Wally: @professorjake

(Twitter):

DBD! Wally: @j_demi_creates

Fresh Wally: @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA

Observer Wally: @neonross

Plugue! Wally: @vividg4l4ctica

Faceless Wally: @Angeladrewlol

Infected Wally: @Suketchi

Swan wally: @deadlyeyez_

SCP Wally: @dottavioartist

Fading memories Wally: @BlueTokomon

Cult of love: @NummyPumpkin

Homesnax: @KnifeRat

Faceless Wally:@Angeladrewlol

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