Awww the nest sounds so soft and lovely and awww...
Yes for the Elegy snippet tho, pretty please ❤️
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okay, here, you can have this bit <3
elegy chapter 5 - be my place to land (when my feathers are burnt by the fire) snippet:
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With a barely swallowed-down sob, Gem leans down and presses a kiss to Scar’s soot-coated hair. She keeps holding him, because at the end of it all, there’s nothing else to do.
Maybe she could be more helpful elsewhere.
Maybe there is someone out there who needs her more than Scar.
But there’s no one else here right now who could replace her, and she can’t weight her options, can’t make a choice here, pick between two people who mean the world to her. She can’t. She can’t, she refuses to.
She pulls at Scar tighter, and he falls all too willingly against her, breath stuttering and hands finally drifting away from his face to wrap around her, letting her know that she’s right—that this is where she’s needed, even if everything about it hurts.
They’re going to hurt together, until it eventually stops.
That’s all there is to it. All they can do now.
“I’ve got you,” she murmurs to Scar, soft and sniffling. Her voice wobbles, pushing past a lump that keeps growing in her throat. She tries swallowing down a couple of times, but it doesn’t relent.
She thinks, a little detachedly, that there’s wetness falling down her cheeks.
The moment drapes around them, stretching on and on and on, and as they’re left alone amidst the ashen, snow-blanketed ruins, it feels like nothing but endless, gnawing loss.
The only question is how much of it is still left there to unravel.
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happy valentimes idiots day to those who celebrate (me) 🩷💙🩷💙🩷💙
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If you asked Kaz Brekker what home smelled like, perhaps once upon a time he would've given a vague description of the place he and Jordie grew up, a memory so distant even Kaz himself had stopped being able to conceptualize it years ago.
Now, he could answer you with confidence. If you asked Kaz Brekker what home smelled like, his lips would subtly twitch- easily mistakenly as a sense of smugness- and he would tell you, olive oil and smoke. He smells Suli tea and spices, he thinks of her.
When Kaz Brekker thinks of home, he thinks of how perfect she looks when she comes down the stairs of the slat, picking apart her breakfast and licking her fingers clean with the satisfaction that her stomach was full and a man somewhere was dead.
He found he liked that look on her; dangerous, satisfied- content and free.
Her slender fingers gripped her knives with the elegance of matches next to altar candles on the cathedral that was her frame, her scarf akin to draping curtains that fell around her eyes- her irises catching the light like stained glass windows.
His Wraith was silent, and Kaz Brekker, the man who hated to ever be taken off guard, loved her for every time she appeared in his life without warning.
Kaz Brekker could tell you in an instant what he thinks of when he thinks of home, and only need two words: Inej Ghafa.
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Hi! Im sorry but i was wondering if we could get some future au!raph and casey content? Bestie moments?
happy to provide :))
they are besties that share (1) braincell. that braincell was donated by leo out of sheer pity
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“[They] have a close but competitive relationship- like that of brothers- and there is evidently a lot of “anything you can do, I can do better”. If Mike does chin-ups, Alan will try to do one more, and if Alan does push-ups, Mike will break his back to do one more. Mike laughs when he says they used to play chess until Alda got tired of losing”
Describing the relationship between Alan Alda and Mike Farrell
From M*A*S*H The Exclusive, Inside Story of T.V.’s Most Popular Show By David S. Reiss (1980)
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Random little headcanon for Delta Dory being exes.
I kinda want Delta to be the one who taught John Dory how to play guitar, back when they were young and in love. And i want John to still have the guitar she gave him. Well loved and maintained, the old wood worn a bit smooth from where he absentmindedly runs his thumb over the still visible initials carved on the side.
JD+DD
Every now and then when he gets a calm quiet moment, he takes it out and just strums while he thinks or relaxes. Usually its old brozone songs or just random tunes but sometimes when his mind recalls red curls and sunlit eyes it drifts into the melody of a country song Delta used to teach him.
(This is me thinking about them and being really happy that @meefal updated. Hope you're feeling better!)
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dummies, sillies, goofballs, even
I’ve started playing with markers again! My first artistic loves
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