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#2021 new year
kimwedlock · 1 year
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Aeonas’ Pass
Estimated reading time: 7 minutes
    The amethyst sky loured over the fells. Snow drifted through the open forest like fragments of ivory, burying the road and outshining the glow of the dying sun, while a thick, creeping fog, both natural and impossible, layered itself over the slopes. The evening was silent but for the thin wheeze of the wind, still but for the sway of bare branches, and beautiful but for the seething black scar running like a river of decay from the horizon.
    There was no living thing for miles around - none at all but the cloaked figure walking at the head of that scar, bleeding it further into the shrouded forest with every lonely, booted step.     The pace was steady, unhurried despite the taint; monotonous and resolute. And while the dreadful scar stretched, the eerie fog fled away, leaving the forest clear behind to gather instead at the lead. There, the cloud thickened, luring and goading the traveller, all while remaining always just one step out of reach.     But Aeonas was too old to be deterred.     Clad in a tattered cloak pulled tight against the cold, patched and stitched with a skill that had grown over ages, Aeonas walked eternal, with a bow and quiver slung over a shoulder, hose strapped with countless satchels, some small and writhing, and a doublet lashed with parchments and journals. And every day, with every thought and every event, that burden only grew. After almost a full year, Aeonas had been reduced to a heavy trudge. And yet still, the never-ending walk continued, through sun, through rain, through frost and snow, while the heading remained lost in a dense, blind cloud.     The frigid breeze briefly picked up, stirring the edges of the fog as a grand stone bridge took shape on the left. As Aeonas stepped past it, it crumbled in a cloud of dust. It wasn't acknowledged with even a glance.     Then an elaborate vase the size of a child emerged on the right, gilded and empty, and burst into flames just as suddenly. It went equally unnoticed.     The bridge and vase melted ignored into the scarred, blurred world at Aeonas's back, though both stood less distorted than their surroundings. Ruined stone and ceramic remained crystal clear and perfectly defined, and with their survival, another pouch upon Aeonas's hip writhed and wriggled. The spider weaving amongst them skittered to secure itself.     But, as always, those old, teal eyes didn't turn down to witness it. Staring blindly ahead, there was no effort within them to try to see even the clouded forms of the trees.     More shapes soon blotched and darkened the heading, and sounds drifted through the muffled air, each unclear until Aeonas finally drew level with them. Then music piped in, flutes and strings to fill a weary heart with warmth - but still not a step was lost to distraction. Not even when another figure danced her way through the clouds. Her golden dress spun and flared with her twirls, the snow whispered beneath the grace of her feet. But Aeonas's eyes remained fixed to the fog ahead.     The young woman leapt and glided on into the scar, and where she faded and blurred away, forgotten with so much else, a thick, purple cloud of acrid smoke trailed along behind her. This lingered all too clearly.     Aeonas disregarded it, pulling the cloak closer as the cold crept through to what little bare skin it could find and snowflakes burned a lined and sullen brow. Then a high-pitched call came from the fogline, and an owl swept in from its rest in a nearby tree. But this, Aeonas knew, was no phantom. And knew equally that it had been waiting.     Teal eyes broke their stare for only a moment, and as the owl took position overhead and followed Aeonas in perfect time, their gaze returned to the distance, just as another satchel jerked and writhed.     In that moment, another shape emerged, one fast, thick, and slavering. A beast, neither wolf nor bear, crashed through the darkness towards the wanderer, red eyes fiercely aglow. But still, Aeonas didn't flinch, nor turn as another shape formed close to the left, its glinting sword raised high. The beast snarled and leapt for the head, but as Aeonas continued unshaken, it seized the shadow instead, and they vanished as quickly as the both of them had appeared.     Then came the comforting smell of warm fruit, and the sound of joyous, hopeful singing. Both grew stronger, filled the air on all sides, then flooded on into the blur behind, where it reverberated wondrously amongst everything else.     More abstract fragments of life moved by, until the screech of the owl broke the silence.     Aeonas looked up, and bleak lips turned down further. The snow was heavier, the fog thicker, and the forest was growing dense. More trees took shape, stronger, defined, with deliberate clarity over the rest. As Aeonas walked on devotedly past them, some began to freeze, others grew taller, a single wassailed tree burned, and an emerging windmill turned to gold.     But Aeonas continued, resigned, afraid and weary, wading through the mystery, past every event, until the air ahead suddenly and sharply cleared to a deep amethyst sky, empty of dread and thought. Finally, those ancient boots came to a stop.     With a breath of relief, Aeonas shrugged out of the hood and looked out to the open night ahead, weathered heart beating in a fever. But there was nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to fear and nothing to celebrate. There was nothing at all, but possibility.     With another breath, of peace and preparation, Aeonas's gaze dropped. And there, at the toe of the old boots and further down still, sprawling from the base of the cliff the wanderer now stood upon like a ragged old spectre, the fog rolled on. Everything beneath, everything ahead, everywhere old boots could walk, remained just as clouded and unclear. The shroud was endless, stretching far beyond what teal eyes could reach.     Only now did Aeonas turn, and grimaced deeper at the sight of the scar left behind, the black destruction, lined with that most hated and most cherished; the things one would wish to forget, and the things one clings to without knowing better.     But Aeonas had learned. There was nothing to be done but continue. There was no going backwards, and there was certainly no stopping; and as difficult as moving forward would always be, it could be made a little easier.     Aeonas knelt down on the snow and sorted through the satchels. One by one, they were looked over, unstrapped from thigh and calf, peered tentatively inside of when needed. Some were filled with smoke, others with flowers, others still with dull stones and others with charred pine cones. Some with light itself, and others with nothing but the scent of spruce needles. And, one by one, Aeonas considered them with a practised eye.     "Nothing heavier than a feather."     And so, among many others, the satchel of smoke, the satchel of light, and the satchel of charred pine cones were discarded. And the satchels of flowers, of the smell of spruce needles, and of dull stones remained.     Then Aeonas sorted through the journals and parchments.     "Nothing lighter than lead."     And so the notes and records of struggles, of love, of ideas and of hands remained, while disappointment, embarrassment, shame and nightmares were cast away.     Aeonas stood taller, left now with only worthwhile lessons, and faced back into the clear sky and clouded earth. With one step, the traveller fell from the cliff.     And landed on the soles of ancient boots with barely the sound of the snow beneath.     With a deep breath, Aeonas continued on into the unknown, the owl ever overhead, spider ever weaving between the remaining satchels and journals. And behind the wanderer, there was nothing but bootprints in the snow.
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Thank you all so much for your support this year. I wish you all the best for 2023.
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Copyright © 2022 Kim Wedlock
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theharlotofferelden · 7 months
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Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
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Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed
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thefiresofpompeii · 1 month
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casually drops this number like it’s nothing … sure he’s immortal and has spent way longer in arguably worse conditions, and doctor who fans are desensitised to incredibly long intervals of time spent just waiting, but rory was plastic for those 2000 years guarding amy and twelve never remembered any of his 4.5 billion apart from the 3-day cycle he spent alive before burning up. jack was conscious and aware and human for every fucking second of those nineteen years. in a maximum security prison. just going off the rumour that he’d find the doctor there. can you imagine . the devotion is insane and it never wavers
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trashworldblog · 8 months
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love that ryan shane and steven dont have active public accounts on tumblr, so either we are here with tumblr user wearewatcher as a babysitter, or they are lurking. stalking.
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cora-illus · 3 months
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I'm living far away, on the face of the moon I've buried my love to give the world to you
Moondust by Jaymes Young
available as prints! | comms open
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lgbtpopcult · 4 months
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Best WLW TV of 2023
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The last of us
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Harley Quinn the animated series
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Lucky My Love
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NCIS Hawaii
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wtFock
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Special ops lioness
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The Morning Show
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Station 19
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Everything now
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Love Senior
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Las Pelotaris 1926
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Fall of the house of Usher
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Stupid Wife
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Wheel of Time
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XO Kitty
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Yellowjackets
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The Owl House
4 Estrellas
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Deadloch
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Disenchantment
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spiritsonic · 1 year
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Reposting my IDW Sonic comic girls' holiday outfits from 2020!
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letojessica · 28 days
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in the dunes, alexander blok (1 of 2)
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Video
Here we go again.
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byghostface · 3 months
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The holiday night🎄🔆☕🧣
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clemothykesh · 15 days
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Cutting loose or whatever
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 3 months
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Happy New Year!
Blake: (enters the common room after an outing) Ruby, I appreciate you putting a little "future sisters" bonding thing together, but it's only a couple of hours before the New Year, and I really wanted to kiss Yang at midnight.
Ruby: (following after Blake) Hey! I told you we would be back before midnight, and we are! I thought you loved that sushi place!
Blake: I did, and it was very thoughtful. Thank you.
Ruby: And, you liked looking through the bookstore for A Man with Four Souls. We even got to share a mega brownie from the bookstore Cafe!
Blake: (chuckles) Yes, Ruby. Very entertaining. Now, let's find Yang and Weiss. I bet they're beyond bored.
Weiss: (sitting on the chair in the living room with a blanket covering her lap, a facial mask coated on her face, a bowl of popcorn on the end table, and knitting a scarf while watching a suspense thriller horror movie) Wait! So they basically made an antihero who slaughters anyone who says his name in the mirror five times?!
Yang: (lounged across the sofa with her own bowl of popcorn seated on her stomach, 12 pack of sunflower pop with half of them already emptied, polishing her prosthetic after giving it a deep clean) I KNOW, right?! This might not be as good as the original, but DAMN did they do a good job turning him into more of an entity than just some run of the mill bad guy!
Blake & Ruby: We go out to enjoy New Years Eve in society, and you two are watching Candyman?!
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music-moon · 1 month
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All my liked songs from the 2020s, organized by the year they were released.
Always updating, discovering and refining. Cover art is my most listened to albums from each year, according to my last.fm.
My favourite songs organized by release year: 2020s
View more decades: 2000s / 2010s / 2020s
Take a deeper dive into my most listened to albums from each year:
Data from last.fm + pythfm.
2000 / 2001 / 2002 / 2003 / 2004 / 2005 / 2006 / 2007 / 2008 / 2009 / 2010 / 2011 / 2012 / 2013 / 2014 / 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2019 / 2020 / 2021 / 2022 / 2023 / 2024
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lxh-arts · 3 months
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New Years gathering゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚
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ysther · 9 months
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(the kind of cookie run artist who likes them looking human-adjacent rather than cookie-adjacent)
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prosekaipng · 8 months
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Sekai's Happy New Year!
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