#turning the page

[tessa-liam]

W.I.P. Wednesday

🌹Thank you so much for this beautiful artwork, /@ainna!!!🌹 for my series,

Turning the Page, chapter 15

__Bridge of Dreams__

The Royal Romance, Liam & Riley

...remember when...

"Thank you, Riley. With so little permanence in this world, there will always be this little lock on this bridge just for the two of us. I want to believe it will be here forever, no matter what else happens to us."

Riley's eyes filled with tears with this memory from years ago.

"Riley, my love..."

Wiping her tears, she turned and gasped -- as she watched Liam drop down onto one knee before her.

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[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

.. reading is sexy ...

" ... turning the pages patiently in search of meanings. "

- W.S. Merwin

[writingsofwesteros]

her little niece’s bare cunt grinding against her thigh as her niece tries to cuddle closer to her, her sweet little dragon dreamer has no idea why she feels so tingly but can’t help up grind against her aunt’s thigh even more

Poor thing! Helaena hums; fingers stroking through her locks as she whispers sweet nothings. A smirk plays on her lips as her niece only becomes more confused with the tingling sensation

[soulinkpoetry]

When their love turns to antipathy and slaps you in your face, don’t turn the other cheek, turn the page.

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[zombiebabysitter]

Location: Los Angeles, California Timing: Current Summary: Charlie continues to run away from the grief that haunts him by doing something impulsive and reckless (again).

Charlie was faced with a decision. Embrace that he would be famous for a tragedy and become something greater than his friends, or let the grief consume him and fade into obscurity.

Charlie Hart was an expert on running away from intense negative feelings. Best friends and long-term partner die in a tragic attack? Become an adrenaline junkie to deal with it. Old friend turns into a confusing mixture of friend and new partner but then Old best friend confesses his feelings after you almost die from blood loss from a brand new piercing courtesy of a demon? 

Pack that shit away and not deal with it. Run away to California for the release of a new album recorded by him and said dead best friends and long-term partner. Instead of seeking grief counseling, throw yourself into your work, impulse-buy a house, and continue to do reckless shit that could get you killed because you have a get-out-of-death-free card courtesy of the fuckers that killed your best friends.

Charlie was faced with a decision. Embrace that he would be famous for a tragedy and become something greater than his friends, or let the grief consume him and fade into obscurity. But music? Music was his life. It was everything to him that even in times of crisis, he could always fall back to. 

After a long debate with his stylist, Charlie decided it was time to be rid of the long hair. It had served its purpose. But this was a new chapter in his life, he wanted to be something greater than he already was, and he wanted to be something new. The electric trimmer buzzed to life, and the barber behind him looked at Charlie in the mirror, giving him one last chance to change his mind, but Charlie just nodded his head and looked back at the barber. This was it, he was cutting it all off. 

The barber nodded back, then let the trimmer go through the locks of brow hair, and Charlie took a deep breath as he saw the hair fall to the floor. No going back now. It was hair, it’d grow back if he decided he hated this. He closed his eyes and let the barber get to work, cutting trimming, and shaping. And when Charlie opened his eyes? His hair was cut short, and curls much tamer. Still long for short hair standards, he’d be able to toss it around and play with it, but the length was gone, and the bangs were gone. He was someone else now.

He gave his thanks to the barber, smiling and tipping him well before setting off onto the street and towards the hotel he’d been staying in. He’d have to send a photo to Finn before the concert, knowing that his boyfriend would be pissy with him if he didn’t show him first before everyone else. He felt lighter, as if cutting off the hair was cutting off a piece of him that he’d been desperately holding onto despite knowing he had to let go.

As he walked down the street, he held up his phone and snapped a photo of himself, then sent it off to Finn with a smirk on his face, then pocketed the device and headed into the hotel where he’d get ready for a show completely on his own, the rituals of the other band members fresh in his mind as he got dressed, got picked up, and was transported to the venue. Vik’s little run in place she’d do and whirlwinds with her arms before every show, Lindz’s vocal warmups, and of course, his and Gareth’s game of smacking each other’s hands together. 

A sad smile was on his face as he stared at the places his bandmates should have been before he forced himself to light up, turning into a larger-than-life stage performer that was Charlie Hart. 

He was fine because he had to be. Because if he didn’t keep going, he’d surely fall apart. And this was his life, this was the life that he’d signed up for.

No looking back.

[strhwaberries]

i was really ashamed of my breakdown yesterday bc i thought i overreacted in some way but after careful consideration i still think those anons were really shady

[restingpensiveface]

lana droppin’ knowledge like bombs 🖤

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[kvothes]

so true

[runawaymarbles]

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

[doctorsiren]

More on that AU I scribbled where Bill’s parents were alive and were supportive of their son and his actions <3

[tessa-liam]

Liam, Riley & William...

Are in Greece 🏖 for Daniel & Matteo's wedding🥂!

Turning the Page Series, Chapter 14 ....coming this week!

Catch up!

Thank you /@Ainna for the beautiful commission 🥰♥️🤗...

I have been sitting on this commission for a while😬! I have a few more coming...😂...soon😁!

📌tagging my lists in the comments✨️

[girpgorp]

decided my fetal kwamis deserved a little lore

[writingsofwesteros]

dark!helaena with her little dragon dreamer niece!! they’re meant to be together because they are dragon dreamer; well that’s what helaena whispers in her ear everynight when she cuddles up to her aunt

Dark Helaena is underrated !!

They shared cuddles that night; soft bare bodies brushing against each other under the sheets as she only burrowed into Helaena some more

[aerequets]

the mortifying ordeal of being known

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I think with Yor being so perceptive, she picks up on little things often (like we saw in ch 103). i believe this would impact loid more so than the usual person, because he is a spy and fakes every part of himself, so to be seen is simultaneously desirable and horrifying. like, it makes him torn between wanting to accept and reciprocate the love, or distancing himself so that it doesn't happen again.

thats mostly what the last panel is about, that dichotomy between 'omg this person noticed this about me, is this love' and 'oh shit this person noticed this about me, is this Doom'

just some thoughts i had🤪

[sylvaridreams]

Rips off my shirt to reveal I'm wearing another shirt that days I ❤️ CHARACTERS THAT SUCK

[dazzelmethat]

Cricket Cat concept. Do you see it? Do you see my vision? I don't think they'd purr or meow, just chirp with their wings.