#shadow and light

[blondebrainpowered]

The Lantern Bearers, 1908

Artist: Maxfield Parrish

[brucegphotography]

First Touch

Photo by Tibor Konkoly

[allura-raine]

[enbeemagical]

lemme try this again

Hey Tumblr! I'm writing a book. It's 102k words (and counting) of pure queer fantasy and a year's worth of emotions.

It's about a queer kid finding community and support, and then stepping up to defend the people they love. And it's about falling in love and finding yourself, and it's about trust, and connection, and responsibility, and trying to do good in the world. It is also about gay.

Blurb thing:

Destiny has always been alone, self-isolating so that no one will find out about her magic, the same power that she watched a little girl dragged away for nine years ago. Then she meets Vida, a beautiful fae whose kiss sparks something inside her, and Destiny chooses to follow her.

She's not expecting Vida's family to be a werewolf pack. Or that they'll be so welcoming— she was told werewolves are monsters, after all. She's definitely not expecting them to become her own family.

But when Destiny begins to change, it's the wolves who accept him for who he is. And it's the wolves who are the first to see Destiny's magic and swear to protect them, no matter what. And it's up to Destiny to decide what that looks like.

Even if it means changing the world.

(yes the pronoun shifts in the almost-last paragraph were intentional)

And now a quote:

“Don’t you ever want to do something you’re not supposed to? Love the wrong way, be the wrong person, want the wrong things?”

If this sounds like your cup of tea, rb and let me know! I'm not sure when I'll start posting it, there's still a few edits I need to get done, but encouragement will definitely make that happen sooner~

[isolated-ink]

Take me where the forest meets the ocean

In her mind, she could almost see him. A figure in the shadows, watching her with quiet, steady eyes. There was something about him that felt safe, yet dangerous all at once. Not the kind of danger that would hurt her, but the kind that came from carrying his own pain, his own battles. His presence felt like a warm fire on a cold night—comforting, but with a power she couldn’t ignore.

She imagined the way he’d hold her, not to keep her trapped but to remind her she wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t need grand words or promises; his actions would speak for him. A warm hand on hers, a hug that lasted just long enough to chase the shadows away. Even in silence, she would feel it: “I’m here. I see you.”

But she couldn’t ignore the darkness in him, either. It wasn’t cruel or selfish—it was the kind of darkness that came from surviving hard things, the same kind she carried in herself. It scared her a little, but it also made her feel less alone.

[40viewscollection]

Ce matin...l'aurore!

L'aurore succède à l'aube et précède donc immédiatement le lever du soleil où l'horizon et le ciel présentent des lueurs brillantes, rosées et parfois flamboyantes. Elle fait souvent l'admiration de ceux qui se lèvent tôt.

Aurora follows dawn and therefore immediately precedes sunrise where the horizon and sky present brilliant, pinkish and sometimes flamboyant glows. It is often admired by those who get up early

Dany ERDOCIO

[glamboyl]

Max in Shadow by Kendrick Photography.

[shisasan]

A romantic, tender soul intoxicatingly drawn to the depth of shadows with a hidden taste for wicked and perversion. Who else feels this to their bones?

[nightwolferebornii]

🩶✖️🖤▪️◾️◼️🔳⬛️🐺⬛️🔳◼️◾️▪️🖤✖️🩶

[virartz]

day 323 - waiting

[photoclic64]

La semaine de l'Arbre 3 Tree week 3

Sur le rempart, Bayonne

Jean-Marie SUHUBIETTE

[brucegphotography]

Hold on.

[aroldblanchetphotography]

Quebec City © 2023 Arold Blanchet

[enbeemagical]

fuck it I'm talking about Shadow and Light

Does anyone have specific questions or shall I just talk until something coherent comes out

[andrewdi8]

In a city caught between shadow and light, neon glows whispers of a life that once was waiting to be revived.

Through the fog, silent streets hold their breath, longing for the sun to break through. The city waits for something powerful or someone brave enough to end this darkness.

And somewhere in hidden places, green life quietly grows a reminder that even in forgotten corners, hope endures 🌌☄️🌱

Sometimes, even when the night feels endless, it's only a moment before dawn.

🎧🎶 City of love by Melene Farmer

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