#spring sounds

[suncem-okupana]

Sounds of nature to soothe the soul

My first asmr nature video. Do you like this format?

[meltedmush]

I realized today that Ming Fan’s immediate elimination was a Donghua only thing,,, I’m sad it isn’t apart of the original novel, but gosh I’m so happy the Donghua gave out so many bits of comedic gold

[plutonicbees]

season 1 tao's "once you get into a relationship, friendships don't matter anymore" vs season 2 charlie writing "charlie ♡ tao" on the heart locket + "wait, isn't that for you and nick?" "no."

sorry yeah I'm just lil emotional over the portrayal of platonic love as something that can be just as worthy as romantic love. i'm okay.

[smallboyonherbike]

i'm sure someone's already done this but now i want to! might do some matchups of the top winners might not

[blondebrainpowered]

The Clock Store - Silly Symphony, 1937

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

april showers <3

[arrietty-rune]

À travers les saisons.

[gina025]

Soothing rain

[ostdrossel]

Do you have special songs,

smells or sounds that instantly transport you to a time or place? These guys do that for me. Once I am hearing them, I know spring is on the way. Male Redwinged Blackbirds usually appear first, along with Grackles, but yesterday, I also saw the first females, as well as some Cowbirds. So despite the snow this morning, spring is really unfolding!

[ohithankyou]

the thing about tommy breaking up with buck is that, even though he left buck’s life, he’s still present in buck’s life. as in:

tommy left but his preferred brand of coffee is still likely sitting on the counter, right next to buck’s.

tommy left but the slight dip in buck’s couch cushion where tommy used to sit is still likely there.

tommy left but his stray ash brown and gray hairs still likely dust random corners of buck’s loft.

tommy left but his smell is still likely embedded into buck’s pillowcases and bedsheets—despite going through the wash.

tommy left but his laugh still likely echoes through buck’s walls.

and tommy left but buck has only thought about him harder.

[geniemillies]

think i was gaslit into liking and thinking velaris was this super beautiful, advanced, better than every place ever city when it's literally just idk new york or something

i miss the whimsical of spring, something about faerie people in masks in those cliche fantasy medieval clothes. i miss the rose gardens and horses 😮‍💨 also the lesser fae being granted sanctuary and work in the high lord's mansion. they have celebrations that don't even belong to spring just for the refugees from other courts. forests. the starlight pool. the plants apparently sing if you listen hard enough? will-o'-the-wisps!?!?!? omg

grabs book 1 and starts violently shaking it. book one felt like i was really in faerie land, after that everywhere else just wasn't doing it for me. 😔 spring wasn't much but it was homey and quiet and void of any weird drama love triangles between sibling-lovers(?) or weird tiny demon ladies who drink blood that no one really trusts or slums in the perfect city ever or whatever it is that velaris has going on idk

[springspacetrap]

he just won't shut up

[luna-spring]

heartstopper became so dear to me. it's like i know each and every character, like i'm friends with them. they feel so real like I could just grab my phone and send them a text, like i can meet them in the street and hang out with them. they make me me less alone and continuously helps me to accept myself and come to terms with who i am.

alice oseman, i just cannot find the words to thank you enough for these people characters i love so much... they became a very dear part of me. ♡

[rapunzel1523]

[vermilionsun]

He doesn’t understand why. You are nothing he’s known or ever planned for. You are a strange and beautiful interruption to his tragic life. In the span of a few months, you’ve made him question everything he thought he knew about his existence, and yet somehow, you also feel more familiar than anyone he’s ever known.

He doesn’t trust you—and yet, every fiber of his being wants to. His gaze flicks once more to your unbandaged hands. He wants to reach out, take those hands gently in his own, and just look at them as if they are something precious. He doesn’t, not yet. He wants to tell you to leave, to stop pestering him with your easy grins, clever jabs, and soft eyes. And yet, his stupid heart yearns for even the sight of you. It’s infuriating. He has to know more about you, has to know your secrets and fears and goals and dreams. He has to know who you really are under that blithe, carefree mask. He wants to see you relaxed, safe in his arms. He wants to see you smile and hear you laugh. He wants to bury his head in your shoulder and finally put down the weight of everything he’s been carrying for the last three hundred years.

He does not realize the way his sharp golden eyes are raking over yours directly for the first time and, for an instant, you can see more than his cool facade. There’s curiosity and a hint of pleading, but above all, you see fear—a deep-seated fear that has been with him for ages. As quickly as it appeared, the expression is gone, locked in the shadow of his stoic mask. He is suddenly and overwhelmingly self-conscious of the things you have seen: his too-long hair, his rough hands, the bags under his eyes.

But the way you look at him now—your bright eyes watching him intently, taking in every small detail—he can’t hide from it. There is no pretense. You see far too much of him for him to keep a safe distance. He swallows hard. His fingers grip the papers in his hand tighter, and his own words play back in his mind, ‘I see you are not to be dissuaded.’

[spankerella]

This is a comment on an upload of Fleetwood Mac's Silver Springs from their 1997 live concert. You know the one. If you don't, well...