#m.ine

[glassand-grass]

✨a change is gonna come✨

#m.ine

[picnic-at-dreaming-rock]

Writer's Block

I wonder if Shakespeare expected perfection

Every time he wrote, or, do you reckon,

He just wrote and the freedom of pure creation

Lead him there in the end anyway?

How many of the greats wrote to be great?

Was their desire to create so pure, so personal,

That Calliope herself took place within them?

Did the art or the ego come first?

#m.ine #my poetry #poetry #poem #t.ext

[ladyimaginarium]

Allar Dayne; Arthur Dayne; Ashara Dayne; Allyria Dayne.

Allar Dayne, Lord of Starfall & Edric Dayne's father; slain by Robert Baratheon at the Ruby Fjord during the Battle of the Trident after fighting for Princess Elia Martell and died attempting to rescue Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, member of King Aerys II Targaryen's Kingsguard, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's closest friend & the most chivalrous warrior in Westeros at the time & a valiant & true knight of the realm; slain at the Tower of Joy in Dorne by Eddard Stark in his duties to protect a birthing Lyanna Stark.

Ashara Dayne, the maid with laughing purple eyes, former Lady in waiting & handmaiden of Princess Elia Martell & Lady of Starfall & keeper of Dawn & Sword of the Morning ruling in her nephew's stead all the while plotting vengeance for her dearest friend & her children.

Allyria Dayne, youngest daughter and betrothed to Lord Beric Dondarion, Lord of Blackhaven.

#arcana.uploads #fictives. #ashara dayne. #** blog; rp stuff: m.ine. #yeah they're desi WHAT ABOUT IT 👏👏👏👏 #do not reblog unless you're a member of our system.

[carnagebled]

DEAN + AUBREY IN 5.18

aka never being able to k.ill him even tho she wants to

#;; d.ean gifs are m.ine a.ubrey's isn't #;; a.ubrey yelling like: i went against everything and everyone for you. you held on for 30 years and now you can't last an a.pocalypse #* ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ ѕнιp ⠀ ❫ ⠀ * ⠀ dean x aubrey. #* ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ мιrror ⠀ ❫ ⠀ * ⠀ aubrey preston. #;; my e.dits tbt #ι тype wordѕ вeттer тнan ѕayιng тнeм ( out of blood. )

[xuanelle]

that's an essay im so sorry the thing is twitter is awful and ive seen things

#shes no where near the level as a m.ine like her intro scene is her worst which is nothing compared to the patriarch #who destroys a fucking orphanage infront of said kids and tries to kill the man he loves because he can't bear to see him in a coma. #and her worse is being kinda mean and a little gaslighty to a fully grown man who you know forgives the man who did that to his orphanage #like whatever man it's nothing it's nothing. #bracken.txt

[kelleycubes]

M.ine

C.raft

Y.aoi

T.ime

#mcyt

[shapeshivvter]

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE IDEA?

M.INE ISVBEING CREATIVE.... *The world begins to collapse.*

#shapeshivvter talks

[divile]

s.araca  i.nima  m.e   (  p.oor  l.ittle  h.eart  of  m.ine  )

metal  rendition  of  the  romanian  folk  song  olivia  sang  to  roman  while  he  died  in  her  arms  by  d.irty  s.hirt.

#c: roman g. #rs: roman g. + olivia g. #might make a character study post later about it but #the lyrics are kinda fucked up #lemme tell u that i typed out the most nonsensical stuff while trying to figure out what she was singing #bc idk romanian and i was just spellin how it sounds like a damn fool #also this song slaps #had to post the live one bc the studio version is age restricted 😔

[glassand-grass2]

cutie bootie matchy mutuals

@txpeachykeen2

#first collab with my bestie 🥰 #txpeachykeen2 #🥰mutuals🥰 #collabs #m.ine

[glassand-grass]

Hi, I’m obsessed with my monroe. Okay bye.

#i don’t post selfies like ever so here’s my ugly mug #m.ine

[picnic-at-dreaming-rock]

I performed spoken word for the first time the other night and everyone was so incredibly supportive and it was so wonderful! If you are a poet, I really do recommend going to one and performing, you will be SO happy you did!

#i might post some of the poems i performed #im not sure tho #m.ine #poetry #spoken word #spoken word poetry #spoken word poem

[thomacrumbs]

how fortunate it is, to have you.

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

“wow, thoma, i didn't know you worked here. do you run this place by yourself?” you smiled back at him, and he swears the room suddenly got brighter, you can't do this to him- he'll go blind!

so that's why ayaka gasped and suddenly dipped into the backroom, she must've spotted you from outside the window... she's never going to let this one go, thoma.

“i'm the only one out here right now. usually there's other people too.”

he replies, face heating up as you lean forward to get a better look at the menu. when you draw back you watch him fumble with those really gorgeous eyes he could get lost in... focus!

“anyways, i can, uh,” he stammers, attempting to find something to do with his hands. is it too awkward to pick up the mug again? or should i just keep it like this? am i gripping this too hard?

“can i get your coffee? i mean do you want drink? want cup? i-... thirsty?”

you laugh, and he hears wedding bells & angel choirs (even if you are laughing at his expense).

“calm down, thoma, i'm not going to eat you.”

you puff out your cheeks as your eyes scan the menu again, and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, and he's pretty sure you can hear the comical BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP of his heart wailing & screaming and doing cartwheels.

“how about that one?” you point at the far right display board, and he can already see the curly script of ayaka's handwriting in his mind.

how does our barista see you? get them to choose a drink based on how much they like you (or not)!

“the one where i have to choose something?”

you laugh at his horrified expression, “yes, thoma, the one where you have to choose something.”

you lean on the table, hand steepled as you place your chin neatly upon them, eyes fluttering in pretend innocence as you stare up at him.

“how do you see me?”

THINK CAREFULLY, DUMBASS. THIS CAN RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP FOREVER.

“maybe... the chocolate mocha latte?”

ARE YOU STUPID?

he sees your eyes flicker over the board, no doubt trying to figure out what a chocolate mocha latte means. he watches as your face stretches from confusion into a cat-got-the-canary grin.

“maybe?”

“uh, no, you are.”

he flashes you his signature smile- the one grandma coos over and everyone in a five mile radius swoons over. might as well die on this hill.

CHOCOLATE MOCHA LATTE - I WANT YOUR SMILE TO LAST FOREVER.

“well, thoma,” you muse, seemingly unperturbed by his basically-a-love-confession answer, “i'll give you... a caramel expresso.”

a caramel expresso? but that's... he whips his head around to make sure he's not imagining it. but as he suspected, in pristine white chalk looped across the board accompanied with a crude drawing of a coffee cup-

“i love you?” he splutters, surely, you must mean something else-

“i love you too, thoma.”

you laugh as he turns as red his apron, eyes widen as he gapes at you, “how did you know?”

“about your pretty obvious crush? ayaka had enough, so she told me. but i guess i hid my end pretty well,” you cheekily smile at him, and lean forward to press your lips against his cheek, and he splutters, the normally all-competent & head-screwed-on-straight thoma reduced to a simple tomato, and even more adorable, it seems.

“so?” you question, but all you get in return as a series of frantic incoherent noises.

ah, you might've broke him.

hi @kkayn! i was your secret santa for this year. i hope you have a wonderful time with all the gifts you want <33 happy holidays!!! i hope this was to your liking mwah mwah.

#thoma x reader #thoma imagine #genshin imagine #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact #genshin thoma #tohma x reader #tohma imagine #m.ine #codexsecretsanta

[uxce]

I need my late records, a new camera and some beautiful baby to stay with me on the road

#poetry #m.ine

[ladyimaginarium]

Y'know what y'know what in one of her asoiaf verses where it's in present day Clem is the head of house velaryon & lady & mistress of driftmark & the tides fuck it

#arcana.txt #( mobile. ) #she also supports d.aenerys #she's already a velaryon in her hotd verse #& she takes back velaryon forces from stannis bc this dude .. nah #** blog; rp stuff: m.ine.

[yutorism]

I love the smell of cold air and explosives

#。 #m.ine #オールドレンズ #比較明合成 #ユトリカメラ

[denebaran]

Would you fake it?

I saw the part of you, the one I knew very well, by that time I was deeply lost in the ways you pretend to care. You always talked with the confident of a king, your overflowed face full of feelings, your eyes kept the most beautifull landscape a ever witnessed, your lips were the bitter thing in this world, our world, where you only exist and I admire. Dragged to a broken homemade pantheon, the only god is the love and hate we feel for each other, You act by my name, you said, the voice inside your head only tells you how to kept me talking, the words that you produce is better than music, is just the echo of my deepest regrets. How can you keep this lie for so long? I figure out, when you only smiled in dunny days, when you cried of every thirteen of every month, when you spend the night with somemany diferents kinds of people. I knew you couldn't take it. I left you.

#english #prose poetry #writing #m.ine