#thelines

[localrants]

Where do the unanswered prayers go?

Do they become the stars?

Burning on our helpless desires,

Do they reach the concerned beloved,

friend or stranger,

How shameful if it reveals

The desperation on them.

Do they become the emptiness of eyes,

the hollowness of heart.

You tell me, wise saint

Where do the unanswered prayers go?

They go to heaven's backyard,

The angels write it as debt to God

What's better than to have Him in-debt?

The all owning owing to you.

Everything owing to Nothing.

~Jasir Shahbaz

[fromindianlakes]

[basilegodard]

I did a colorbaord and some concepts for

[rabiezcore]

normal boy thelin 😭

[dreamcore004]

[mumblingsofmemory]

Carolina Thelin

[jt1674]

[toast-com]

Roses and Sunrise

They had spent the night together, dancing. Thesan had walked Tamlin through the steps of the more complex waltzes and ballroom dances. Tamlin, a formidable soldier, a deadly shapeshifter, had sheepishly, a blush coloring his cheeks, asked Thesan to walk him through the steps, to teach him. So he did. Dawn danced with Spring, even as Spring stumbled, Dawn, with his quiet grace, made up for it.

Then after growing thirsty from dancing, they drank. Dawn's finest alcohol. They talked, about many things. Favorite things, hobbies, and, liquor making him quite bold, Thesan had asked Tamlin about love.

"Do you love someone Tamlin?" Green eyes, shadowed by alcohol and dancing, stared at him.

"I do." He slurred softly, bluntly, the liquor dulling his better judgement, and loosing his tongue. "He's right beside me, beautiful as the sunrise." Thesan's face had turned a pretty shade of pink, like a carnation. Tamlin wanted to give him a bouquet of the flowers, wanted to weave Thesan a flower crown, wanted to take his hand, interlace their fingers and remain that way.

Thesan watched as realization dawned on Tamlin's face. His lips parted slightly, as if he'd been surprised that the words had slipped from him. His face flushed red. A bright, gorgeous red, like the roses that grew in his court, that brought out his vibrant green and gold-flecked eyes that, when not dulled by liquor, pierced Thesan with their intensity.

"I-" Tamlin coughed, clearing his throat, and rose to his feet unsteadily. Thesan grabbed his forearm, and holding him in place, rose too. He smiled softly at him, and Tamlin couldn't find the words retort. So they said nothing, and Thesan gently pulled Tamlin towards his bedroom. Before either knew what they were doing, Thesan turned to look at Tamlin, soft brown eyes glowing faintly and a small smile on his lips. He took a step towards Tamlin, and another, until their noses were nearly touching.

"Tamlin..." Thesan's face was still that pretty carnation pink. "I discovered something, when I was dancing with you." Tamlin's eyes widened, the gold flecks within them glowing dimly. His face was still flushed red, but he held Thesan's gaze.

"And...that was...?" Thesan said nothing, he merely pressed his lips to Tamlin's, letting that action speak for him, for his feelings for the Spring Lord. When he pulled away, he found Tamlin staring at him, mouth slightly agape.

"Does that answer your question Tamlin?" The Lord of Spring nodded, and let Thesan continue leading him into the bedroom, where they collapsed into bed in a tangle of limbs, the sunrise turning Tamlin's hair golden.

[yuukicyan]

Drum diary: new place, new rug.

Still trying to do things by ear so...yeah. Still having fun. Still obsessed with #BRMC Making things that make you feel. Good.

[no-side-us-art]

Kirk x Thelin? From the "Yesteryear" timeline

On one hand I doubt they'd have anything close to what Kirk and Spock have, but on the other hand it's funny to imagine.

Bonus Spock and McCoy reaction:

[jazzdailyblog]

"Hoarded Dreams": Graham Collier's Magnum Opus Unveiled

Introduction: In the vast landscape of jazz, where every note tells a story, certain albums stand out as magnum opuses that transcend time and genre. One such monumental creation is “Hoarded Dreams,” a live album by bassist and composer Graham Collier. Released on January 16, 2007, under the Cuneiform label, this recording is a testament to the brilliance of Collier and the ensemble of…

[localrants]

28 years and more than 20 funerals down the lane, I still haven't mastered the art of consoling a bereaved friend. I refuse to use the typical expressions made for these occasions, the expressions older than the death itself. I have lost loved ones and i can't remember any words that brought solace to me in that moment. When, today I want to mourn your loss, I'm not sure which words to use and which to avoid. Should I trivialize your pain by mentioning the people with bigger losses, should I tell you that time will heal, should I tell you to stay strong. I will not offer you any words but silence, to honour the sanctity to bear your individual's loss- the loss only you can measure and feel through the years to come.

-Jasir Shahbaz

[fromindianlakes]

FIL - HEAD VOID

Out May 15.

[oliviawebsite]

its almost midnight but i keep hallucinating that theres full daylight outside and its really bugging me so curtains close

[rabiezcore]

caught red-mouthed

this is baby’s first venture into animation

[cartoonrival]

SKETCH LAYER DONE RAAAHHHHHHHHH