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searchingwardrobes · 4 months

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Battling Anxiety Day 579

Tagging @jrob64 @snowbellewells

#faith #encouragement #song of the day #altar call #the belonging co #battling anxiety #day 579 #Youtube

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lyrics2world · 2 years

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Fall Lyrics - The Belonging Co & Andrew Holt

Fall Lyrics – The Belonging Co & Andrew Holt

Fall Lyrics by The Belonging Co, Andrew Holt, Meredith Andrews is the latest English song lyrics written by Joshua Silverberg, Andrew Holt, Mia Fieldes and produed by The Belonging Co. Fall Song Details Song: Fall Singer: The Belonging Co, Andrew Holt, Meredith Andrews Written: Joshua Silverberg, Andrew Holt, Mia Fieldes Produced: The Belonging Co Fall Lyrics My eyes above what it looks…

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#Andrew Holt #Meredith Andrews #The Belonging Co

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lewkwoodnco · 8 months

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hello I'm lily, 18! find me on discord (@/paraphernalia_05), twitter (@/lewkwoodnco also), letterboxd, spotify :)

Requests are open!

Add/remove yourself from my taglist here!

As a little treat, have u seen my FAV set of locklyle incorrect quotes?

my locklyle/l&c vibes playlist (follows the events in the books so spoilers?):

Lockwood

Mini series (can also be read as stand-alone oneshots)

Timeless (fluff, angst, happy ending, 900) Cruel Summer (Part 1) (angst, fluff, 1.5k) Cruel Summer (Part 2) (angst, fluff, happy ending, 1.6k) August (tsitp version) (angst, 1.3k) The Alcott (angst, happy ending, 1.9k)

1989 Vault Series

Slut!* (angst, happy ending, 5.4k) ⚡️ Say Don’t Go (angst, 3.8k) ⚡️ Now That We Don't Talk (angst, 3.1k) love to think you'll never forget (angst, 2.5k)

Oneshots

I Can See You* (angst, enemies to lovers, happy ending, 5.9k) ⚡️ and I hope it gets to you on some Pacific wind (angst, no happy ending, pining, 6.3k): sequel to I Can See You

You Belong With Me (angst, fluff, happy ending, 2.4k) ⚡️

False God (angst, happy ending, 4k)

Question...? (angst, happy ending, 4.8k)

Dress* (slight angst, 3.5k) ⚡️

You Are In Love (fluff, some angst, 2.4k) ⚡️

Gold Rush (fluff, some angst, 2.8k) ⚡️

Safe and Sound (angst, hurt/comfort, 2k) ⚡️

get him BACK!* (fluff/crack? 5.4k)

London Boy (fluff fluff fluff, 3.1k) ⚡️

How You Get the Girl (angsttt, happy ending, 4.8k) ⚡️

Invisible String (fluff, 5.4k) ⚡️

only love can hurt like this (angsttt, lil fluff, happy ending, 4.7k) ⚡️

buy me presents! (fluffy fluff, jealous!lockwood, 2.6k)❄️ ⚡️ I got options, babe (moreee fluffy fluff, a bit of jealous!reader, 2.6k) ⚡️

tis the damn season (angst, estranged best friends to lovers, 5.1k)❄️

I take you like you do your tea, with lemon and with honey (fluff, bit of angst, Lockwood’s pov, 2nd person, 720 w)

Falling for You (FLUFF fluff, pick up lines overload, 2.6k) ❣️⚡️

so american! (domestic sweetness, established relationship, 3.3k) ⚡️

but daddy, I love him! (lockwood x socialite!reader, fluffy, 3.8k)

Locklyle

Northern Attitude (angst, neutral ish ending, 2.1k) ❄️

I take you like you do your tea, with lemon and with honey (fluff, bit of angst, Lockwood’s pov, 2nd person, 720 w)

George

Wildest Dreams (slight angst, happy ending, 3.3k)

After Hours (mostly fluff, mild angst, happy ending, 2.7k)

Be More (baking fluff, lockwood n george bromance supremacy, 2.8k) ❣️

Edits

Timeless locklyle gifset

Figure you out locklyle video edit

L&C series gifsets: ep 1 ⚡️| ep 2 ⚡️| ep 3 ⚡️| ep 4 ⚡️| ep 5 ⚡️ | ep 6 | ep 7 | ep 8 ⚡️

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palecryptid · 4 months

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here’s vaeril’s campsite for the tav tent meme!!! she’s got all her crazy wizard stuff as well as all the things she took from their visit to the underdark. (and a hairbrush because she loves to braid hair) <3

#rana belongs to @/bladeofavernus ofc… that’s her camp co-op buddy #gale wants to be in her tent but rana forbids it #bg3 #tav #vaeril

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luckyblackcatxiii · 1 year

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"I mean, I created his entire backstory myself because the man refuses to shed light on his past but I'll have you know I made him VERY compelling!" A canon interaction between Saverio and Rose. He broke her pre-teen heart with reality, so she bullied Saverio back in retaliation. Sorry you didn’t get the chance to grow up and enjoy the idea of older men, Rose...

(Also, somewhere, Allessandro is lightly offended by his imagined appearance)

#Curse of Strahd #Death House #Rose Durst #Thorn Durst #CoS #ttrpg #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd5e #dnd #lucky art #Saverio Marchisetti #saverio #God I love the Durst kids they're sad and haughty and even if they tried to posses us to stay forever WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT #YOU DON'T BELONG IN THERE!!!

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searchingwardrobes · 1 year

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Battling Anxiety Day 516

Sorry it's been a while, I was out of town. Enjoy!

@snowbellewells @jrob64

#faith #encouragement #song of the day #the dove #the belonging co #kari jobe #battling anxiety #day 516 #Youtube

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penultimatestalematewithdeath · 9 months

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How long do you think it took for Lucy to regularly eat meals with Lockwood and George? How many times did she make food for herself and take it back to her room to avoid these new people she didn’t quite trust? How many “family” meals did she avoid before finally joining in and feeling like she belonged?

#lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #i feel like she would only eat family dinner when invited #like if george or lockwood didnt explicitly ask her to join she would just… eat alone #and then when she finally trust them and feels a part of the team and family #then suddenly she realizes shes been eating every meal together with them #and she cant remember when it changed that she belonged #having lucy thoughts at lunch today

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lewkwoodnco · 8 months

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Could you write an anthony lockwood x reader with 'you belong with me' by taylor swift?

You Belong With Me - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: 2.4k, enjoy! Tried my best, hope you like it :)

It was a quiet sort of night. George was shut up in his room as usual, tinkering with his experiments, and Lucy was finishing up a whodunit in the attic. There was nothing to do except sit in the kitchen and snack on marmalade toast while listening to the soft strains from the wheezing radio.

Whatever wailing love song that was playing finally ended, and some commercials started to play. She looked around disinterestedly, tuning out the cheesy advertisements. The door of the kitchen was slightly ajar, and through the gap she spied Lockwood standing at the telephone in the hallway. She couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but he looked mildly miffed and seemed to be busy extensively explaining something. He distractedly tugged at his scalp the way he did when he was burdened with a case that never seemed to end, and she almost felt sorry for him, if it weren't for the fact that it didn't take much to annoy Lockwood. She did it all the time.

He hung up the phone with a sigh, shifting out of sight for a moment, before reappearing at the door. He smiled at her and her sticky fingers weakly, rolling his eyes at the radio.

"I don't know why you bother with that beat-up piece of junk. It's been breaking down for years now. Maybe it's time to let it go."

"Are you kidding? Half the fun is positioning it just right." Lockwood shook his head, busying himself with some tea before sitting down opposite to her. She jerked her head towards the door, trying and failing to brush the sweet crumbs coating her fingertips. "Trouble in paradise?"

He laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "No, not exactly. Anna's lovely, of course. It's just that we have different...tastes. She didn't like one of my jokes, I said that it wasn't that serious, and now she won't talk to me."

"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."

"They do not."

"You're the only one who laughs at them."

"You do too!"

"Only because they're so bad!" She trained her eyes on the precious little crumbs left on her plate, as if looking up would be enough to let Lockwood know how much she secretly adored his jokes. "I will say this: they're an acquired taste. I'm sure Anna's great, and all, but she hasn't known you all that long." She frowned into her tea as she took a sip. It was something that wriggled inside her brain from time to time. It took Lockwood a while to trust someone enough to let down his defences, and though she would never say it out loud, she felt as though he had rushed into this a bit too quickly, quicker than he was comfortable. The disparity just didn't reconcile in her mind no matter how she looked at it; it didn't make sense for quiet and unassuming Lockwood to suddenly launch himself headfirst into a relationship with someone he barely knew.

Maybe it was because Anna actually registered as a girl to him. After weeks of drifting through the rooms, looking like a zombie, even during lull periods, she probably didn't look much different to him than George. It wasn't that she didn't like dressing up; they had such little free time and dolling herself up was quite low on her list of hobbies. Anna, on the other hand, was always so put together, so pristine, so likeable, so easy to make substantial conversation with. She loved Anna to bits, but it stung whenever she saw her standing next to Lockwood. They didn't even have to be touching to simply look like a couple.

The commercials faded, and the radio forced out a few crackling notes of a jaunty tune, and the lyrics which accompanied it, at least those of which were decipherable, seemed barely coherent and completely nonsensical. Lockwood laughed, leaning back in his chair, fingers absent-mindedly drumming along to the beat.

"Anna would absolutely hate listening to this."

"It's entertaining!"

"It's nonsense, is what it is."

But in that moment, she just couldn't bring herself to care about what Anna would or wouldn't think. She saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a little silly and clunky? She was a little silly and clunky herself. And she was having a hard time picking a fight with something that made serious-serious-Lockwood-with-bills-up-to-his-elbows laugh. How did he stand spending so much time with someone as averse to goofiness as Anna? It didn't make any sense to her.

But what did she know? It wasn't like she'd known him for ages and sometimes felt that she knew him better than he knew himself, or could sense when he was feeling down from the other end of the house, or was privy to all his inside jokes. No, that was a completely different girl that just happened to walk and talk exactly like her. But who was she to feel bitter over Lockwood's new beau? Just a starry-eyed employee who hung on his every word, whether she showed it or not.

"I don't get how you listen to this," Lockwood broke her out of her reverie, tapping at the dusty metal as she looked away, face warm over nearly being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."

"Not to me," she watched Lockwood swirl his tea, distantly wondering if there was some veil over his eyes that she could just peel back for him to see her as she was: everything he would be looking for. " I know it well. I know it inside out."

Oblivious as ever, Lockwood stared into his tea glumly, half-shrugging as he murmured. "We can get you a new one, if you'd like."

"No thanks. This one's perfect as is."

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The next day, Lockwood went over to Anna’s in the morning, and when he came back, he was uncharacteristically quiet. He looked like he had a lot on his mind, so she didn’t want to bother him, but she couldn’t restrain herself for long. The Council had hired them for a job in a park, and George had sent the two of them to check out the perimeter to find any information that could be useful.

"I heard you leave in the morning."

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I was at Anna's."

"Everything okay?"

He forced out a laugh. "As okay as it can be, I suppose."

She nodded, feeling the sun beat down on them, burning the back of her neck. Her hair was starting to stick in her forehead and Lockwood's laid limply on his head, making him look even more deflated. It was a sluggish sort of day, too warm for children to be running about, so it was around an empty park that they were dragging their feet. The only people in sight was a group of high-schoolers, and even they seemed to be leaving soon. They decided to take a break on a park bench, watching the teacher anxiously repeat her head-counts.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like. To stay in school, I mean. And...learn. And have anything ghost-related be background noise to...other things in life." He was choosing his words very carefully, but the blankness in his face sounded alarm bells in her head. She straightened, taking on a dry tone.

"I don't think you'd be able to handle it."

"No?"

"So much of you is tied to the paranormal, and some of it must be fate. I'd expect you'd somehow manage to make it your life's purpose anyway."

"How so?"

"I don't know. Ever fight a ghost?"

He choked on his laughter, caught off-guard. "Not yet, no."

"Well, there you go. You'd find a ghost, wind up your fist, and POW! And then you'd open an agency dedicated to knocking the living - er, dying - daylights out of ghosts."

"What if I got ghost touched?"

"Ech, then you'd be insufferable. You'd make it your whole personality and we'd never get rid of you."

His shoulders shook silently and he took a deep breath to calm himself down, only to burst into another fit of giggles. It wasn't easy to get Lockwood to laugh, and a very unique laugh he had - deep, but light at the same time, and it erased the wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his mouth like magic. He was alight with amusement, different from his somewhat stiff and hesitant smile in front of Anna, the kind of smile that made her want to look away, lest she fall in love even harder. She secretly prided herself on being one of the few people who could make him laugh so readily, creating a few moments for herself to unobtrusively memorise the curve of his smile and shine in his eye. It was Lockwood and her, two peas in a pod, who shared the same whisper of breath, whose heartbeats synced. Somehow or the other, they were always meant to be, even as friends; there was little else she knew with such certainty. He was something familiar, something known, a treasure trove of memories untold. He was home.

How long before he moved on to greater things in life? Things which didn't include her? How was she supposed to get up and move on herself? Leave, just like that?

Some clouds had gathered over where they were sitting, and a slight breeze picked up in the still air. Rather than making the park pleasantly cool, she felt a growing sense of unease, unsettled by the anxiety the rushing winds seemed to carry. Lockwood cleared his throat, standing up, glancing at his watch. "We should go. George will be waiting."

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She was sitting in her room, unseeingly staring at the dust on her floor. The job had gone less than smoothly, and she was stuck in a cycle of reliving flashes of it, the terror that gripped her and the numbness that struck her heart when she saw Lockwood launching himself in between her and the ghost. As if her body knew she wasn't strong enough to handle the shock.

What followed wasn't pretty. She vaguely remembered yelling at Lockwood and maybe shoving him on some ice, but she was too blinded by rage to remember many details. She couldn't remember if he had tried to stop her or say anything in return, but that was just as well: she didn't want to hear a single pathetic excuse as to why he suddenly decided his life was worth less than hers.

She jerked up at the sound of a soft knock at her door. It was Lockwood, still holding his coat in his hand and his sleeves slightly rolled up. He had a Hello Kitty bandage near his hairline, but other than that, he looked just as worn as he did on the way back. Their bedrooms were situated such that Lockwood would pass by on his way to and from the library, and he more often than not stopped to chat about the most menial of topics, even if it was in the middle of the night, as long as she was awake. This visit, however, clearly didn't have that same ease to it. He looked at her hopefully, maybe a little expectantly, but she looked back impassively.

"You alright?" He asked tentatively, faltering under her sharp gaze. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, looking so pitiful that she felt a stab of pity despite herself.

"Look, I didn't realise what I was doing. You looked so scared. I only wanted to help." She finally relented.

"Of course I was scared. I'm always scared. I'm scared that we don't have enough flares, that we underestimated the number of ghosts, that one of them will touch us. But none of that scares me as much as you or your reckless abandon. I know how far you'd risk your neck for us, and I can only hope I'm wrong. If you were touched..." she trailed off, a disturbed silence stretching out in front of both of them. "I don't know if I would be able to live with myself. You belong here," she reached out, wrapping her fingers around Lockwood's with only a dulled sense of panic. "Here, in the real world, with us. With me."

She was tired, so tired, as she closed her eyes, head on his collarbone. "I know you like the back of my hand, Lockwood. You're always the first one out the door on every single one of our suicide missions, but there's something quieter under all that bravado. A craving for peace." She blinked back tears she didn't realise were there, breath shallow. "And I hope you find it. I hope you find it in time."

They sat like that for a while, her forehead gently resting on the side of his cheekbone, both of their visions adjacent to each other. Lockwood's heart pulsed through his veins but all she remembered was the sticky stagnance that cemented them, as if they were slowly drifting towards their doom. She would never open her heart to anyone else, and he would never change his ways, and they would wonder why they were heartbroken as they grew old together. She saw a tear land on his dusty white shirt, and her remaining resolve to hold herself together dissolved.

"It's just...we have so little. I want even less. I just want to spend the rest of my days fighting ghosts and listening to a crappy radio with you. Is that too much to ask for?"

He inhaled shakily, and she held his wrist to steady him. He was silent for a while before he responded.

"I wasn't completely honest before. Anna and I...we ended things. And I was having a lot of thoughts about whether or not I did the right thing. Whether I really was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."

There was nothing wrong with going out, messing up, trying to find love. But if it's not out there, he was always going to come back.

Come back to the person he knew all along.

#fanfiction #lockwood x y/n #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #fanfic #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #taylor swift #you belong with me #fearless (taylor's version)#requested

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8bit-mau5 · 2 years

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Working on Arunae has got to be THE biggest expression pack for a mix n match talksprite comm I’ve ever done, with a design I made forever ago. It feels so good knowing she’s gone to a good home AND is one of my top fave sprites I’ve gotten to work on all year, PERIOD

Incredibly happy with how her pose and hands turned out, and it feels great to do sprites with thick varied lines again ^^ So lets give her a warm welcome and check her out over [HERE]!

#artists on tumblr #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #commission #Gabriel's arts #i m beyond happy w/how she came out and would greatly appreciate the love on this post especially!!#ive been working on and off for the better half of a month+ now cos of IRL things getting in the way but man... man.. im so glad that #i take the time to sketch out multiple thumbnails for sprite poses these days cos i cant remember being THIS happy with the outcome #of a pose i had in mond. i NEEDED to do smth to show off her sick as hell arm #i linked Eros' blog there cos she belongs to him ^^ <3 #i LOVE getting to make sprites for adopts i made. BEST thing in da world

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sunburnacoustic · 1 month

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Muser questions: #17?

17. Dan or Morgan?

Honestly, Morgan. Dan's the one I've properly seen live, just because I was so far at the back during the last (ST) tour that I could barely tell who was who in the band, and really, they were only distinguishable from 1) Matt's ridiculous LED sunglasses and 2) the fact that Dom was in fact, behind a drum kit :P And Morgan prefers to stay in the background anyway, so I barely saw him. :/

Dan obviously lets Muse be the star of their own show too, but I think you feel his presence more on stage? And he also had a lovely moment at a Muse show where he proposed to his partner! And that's always going to be a part of the Muse family history, which is super sweet.

I can't say that musically Dan is a better or worse fit with Muse than Morgan, because he does what he does well, and iirc he also helped with mixing Won't Stand Down and the band were quite happy with that (separate discussion about what fans thought of those BMTH-like verses, but it sounds like that's what the band wanted in the first place), so I reckon he's got what Muse need.

But I think it's just the history and tradition that make me pick Morgan! How many other people are responsible for my knee-jerk reaction to any time anyone mentions any sort of shaking percussion instrument:

[ID: "'It's not a shaker, it's a cabasa!' —Morgan Nicholls speaks out against fan ignorance", a classic taken from the Muse message boards]

If Morgan decides he does want to tour with Muse again, I'll miss Dan but be really happy to see Morgan again. I hope he isn't fully done with Muse, he was in the crowd at the final London shows of the tour!

Also, I'm just a fan of Senseless Things, what can I tell ya :)