#tales of love

[lizzie-longbottom]

No hizo el menor esfuerzo por ocultar lo mucho que le desagradó escuchar hablar a Elijah cuando todo el problema había comenzado porque él evidentemente no quería tener nada que ver con la bebé y con Alice. Lo suficiente para firmar los papeles de custodia e irse de la ciudad por meses sin importarle en lo más mínimo cómo es que estaban ambas, pues no volvió hasta meses después del nacimiento de Eliza.

Tampoco le gustó lo que estaba insinuando: que sin importar qué iba a ser parte de la vida de Alice. Que creyera que podía seguir involucrándose de esa manera logró preocuparla.

— Vamos, bebé. Nos hace falta una dragoncita para comenzar con los juegos.— Estiró sus brazos hacia la bebé, pidiendo mentalmente que quisiera ir con ella. Haría todo lo posible por mantener a Dawlish lejos de ambas.— Vamos, linda.— Una vez con Eliza en sus brazos, extendió una de sus manos hacia Alice para llevársela también. No necesitaba seguir escuchando a Elijah y que intentara manipularla.

— Eso es…— Acomodó a la bebé en sus brazos de forma que podía observar todo lo que pasaba. La pequeña Eliza no era la única atenta a todo lo que pasaba con las dos personas delante de ellas.— ¿Qué me estás queriendo decir? — Volvió a rociarlo con la pistola de juguete, cosa que de nuevo hizo reír a la bebé. Encontraba bastante extraño que hiciera esa clase de comentarios cuando él mismo le había dicho que no era realmente el padre.— Oye, oye, las manos donde pueda verlas. Hay niños presentes.— Estaba más que convencida de que hacer una prueba por sí misma era la mejor opción para salir de dudas de una vez por todas.

— ¿Quieres intentarlo?— Sujetó una de las pequeñas manos de la niña de forma que pudiera ayudarla a disparar el gatillo de la pistola de agua.— Phew Phew.— Por supuesto no iba a dejar empapada a Alice y que Elijah fuera la víctima le parecía divertido a la bebé.

[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.

[detailedart]

Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness

[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.

[lauramakabresku]

The Living Flame of Love

[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..

[crumbpigeon]

what else ought there be?

[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. 💙 🩺🦈

[detailedart]

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

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[weedle-testaburger]

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