#tales of love

[random-xpressions]

Sleepless by choice, to spend the night talking with the stars about you, has now become my latest addiction. I'm not sure who's more excited: the stars in hearing our tales or me in narrating it all to them...

Random Xpressions

[heredelicatekryptonite]

Y así íbamos por la vida, sin que nadie nos viera juntos, pero juntos íbamos a todas partes porque nos llevábamos dentro de la mente, el alma y el corazón.

[elijah-dawlish]

Un suspiro largo y que podría definirse como fatigado, escapó de sus labios. Posiblemente esa era la mejor solución, aunque podría no ser infalible. Su familia era impredecible pero él esperaba que al menos se comportaran por el resto del día, alertados por lo que sus abuelos pudieran decirles a todos.

— De acuerdo, yo me quedaré dentro de la casa. No creo que nadie se quede mucho tiempo ahí y si Lizzie pregunta, estaré cerca— extendió una de sus manos hacia la pequeña Eliza para despedirse, acariciando su cabello tan parecido al de Ally—. O si ustedes necesitan algo, estaré atento. Lanza chispas y me apareceré de su lado del jardín.

@cest-la-sylvie (Poppy)

Era más que evidente que estaba molesto, y realmente no podía culparlo. Temía que cualquier cosa pudiera hacerlo explotar y se metiera en aún más problemas.

— Sabes que no me refiero a eso.— Aún estaba tratando de asimilar el saber que Fabian era su hermano, pero en ocasiones las cosas que había dicho cuando discutieron rondaban su mente y le hacían preguntarse si el que quisiera arreglar las cosas se debía únicamente a que quería estar cerca de su madre. Respecto a los Dawlish, aunque habían sido una segunda familia para su abuela y su madre, al final del día era él quien estaba realmente relacionado con ellos. Relación que se negaba rotundamente a arruinar.

— Creo que será mejor que busquemos un lugar en el jardín.— Mientras más se alejara del bullicio de la fiesta y pasara desapercibida sería mejor. Todos estaban muy tensos y todo podía complicarse de un momento a otro.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[detailedart]

Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[suntails]

✨ Once upon a time ✨

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa made her suit for the FNAF mimic..

[egophiliac]

tsum events continue to be just the best

[montereybayaquarium]

DITL of a veterinarian at the Aquarium

Let’s take a journey behind the scenes into a day in the life of Dr. Ri Chang (they/them), one of our two fintastic Aquarium veterinarians. From checking a turtle’s shell to looking down a shark’s throat—and beyond—they do it all! Dr. Chang's passion for their work shines through as they navigate care for diverse species, marine research, and education. 💙 🩺🦈

[weedle-testaburger]

you'd better all acknowledge the most important things from that finale, by which i of course mean this:

[demaparbat-hp]

Grumpy, meet Sunshine.

Quote by @sstarbitss

[bluerosefox]

Stellar Collisions

Back at it again with a DPxDC prompt.

It does have deaged Dani (Ellie)

Only this time its KonxDanny idea!~

Supernova, Kon's new hero name since Jon took over the Superboy name now, wasn't expecting to be called out to... especially in the sky... by another floating/flying person and-

WOW

They were cute as heck.

Glowing green eyes, and white hair, a bit shorter than him. He was floating in the air with a soft glow around himself as well.

And he was holding a white haired, very similar looking toddler in his arms, only the toddler had longer hair that was tied in pigtails. And the toddler was staring at Kon with large, almost sparkling eyes.

The young man, around Kon's age if he guessed, smiled and floated a bit closer, his face friendly and warm. When the young man stopped he kindly asked "Hey, would it be any trouble for you to autograph something for my daughter? She's a huge fan!"

[detailedart]

Day date or night date? Following the (example of the) Gods, 1899 (1879), by Henryk Siemiradzki

[lauramakabresku]

The Living Flame of Love