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ellievickstar · 2 years

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Inspired by: Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran

Warnings: My very very bad writing.

Ship: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader finally comes home after years of being in hiding from Amarantha and not being able to go back <3

A/N: Hello loves <3 I cannot stress this again. Y’all. Are. So. SWEET. Like why are y’all so nice just why. Let’s get on with it before this becomes rant-fest. This is a sorta short one shot that I thought of dedicated to @cityofidek they motivated me to write this. For those waiting for a Court of Little Shadows, it is coming at night (WST) have fun reading this.

Amarantha was dead.

The message cleaved through the whole of Prythian, reverberating against every town, echoing in every creature. Tears flooded in my eyes as I winnowed instantly to the faraway moonstone palace atop the hill in the Night Court. There was Mor.

I sobbed as I ran towards her, “Mor,” I choked as I cried, I was home, I was finally going home. Mor wrapped me in a bone crushing hug as we laughed together in choked sobs. My family.

Just then Rhysand winnowed in, eyes wide as he took me in as he took Mor in, “She’s my mate!” He suddenly shrieked. “By the Cauldron Rhys to think you haven’t gone bonkers from under the mountain, who?” And he explained. Every detail ever since I managed to escape, I listened. By the end of it I warned him that it was his and her soul on the line and he understood and the three of us celebrated together until…

“Hi,” That voice. I turned around again, tears rallying in my eyes once more and my vision blurred as there he was. Azriel, my mate. I cried as he wrapped his arms around me and mine around his, “Nice to see you are still short,” I slapped his forearm at that but then giggled as tears streamed down my face.

“Now that’s not fair. I get moody, brooding Azriel for fifty years but the second you meet him he’s instantly nice, humorous Azriel?” Mor complained, I stuck my tongue out at her and she snarled playfully.

After a while we all winnowed back to Velaris together. Cassian and Amren was there and i was more then happy to see them, with less tears. We danced, celebrated and cried, except Amren who was grateful to see me and Rhys unscathed but still the ever stone faced monster-turned-high-fae.

We had gone through six bottles of wine by the time Azriel had whisked me away to the House of Wind. The sun was setting as we stood on the balcony and watched it. His arms wrapped around me from behind as he breather, “I can’t believe it.” I raised my eye brow at him, turning my head to look at him.

“Six bottles of wine and you can’t believe that I’m home?” Azriel chuckled as he shook his head, his grip on me tightening as he tucked me under his chin, needing to lean down since he was Illyrian tall male and I was regular High Fae.

“I still remember this old days, when we did not know the answers,” I whispered, he grinned as I continued, “I missed the way you made feel feel. This is real. As we watch the sunset over the Castle on the Hill,” He smirked as he asked, “Isn’t that from your favourite song?” I nodded, “But I figured it applied pretty damn well to this,” He hummed in agreement.

“And by the way I’m not short your just tall,” I retorted. Azriel’s laughter that was roared across Velaris. It was a message, not for me but the rest of the world. I was home and he was never letting me go again.

tag list: @moonfawnx @bankerfrog @younxii @starlit-terror @hideing @flightlesslittlebirdie @menagerofmischief @famousbasementpainter @owllover123 @bookworm-nerd6 @gigisssz @bethany-bee0128 @cityofidek

A/N: I loved this idea of going home but I didn’t want to touch on shifting realities because different people have different beliefs, so I settled for this instead. I hope you guys like it because I sure did I know it is short but eh. Also was inspired by because I usually apply songs to different problems in my life for very random reasons. Love you guys and I’ll see you in the next one <3

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barakittens517 · 1 year

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PT. X: The End

Summary: In which the lost has, at long last, been found.

Words: 2,237

Warnings: n/a

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: holy shit we finally made it :') massive shoutout to anyone that made it this far! hopefully i'll be posting a *refined* version of this on AO3 soon. mucho mucho love to all of you <3

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets @i-am-not-a-raccoon-anymore @memento-mora @freedomsofdream

The way back to the Dreaming is silent. Morpheus heads straight for the library, leaving you in the throne room alone. It’s quiet- too quiet. You wait a moment before sneaking in after him. The dream lord doesn’t notice as you duck behind one of the bookshelves, tiptoe-ing quietly towards Lucienne’s desk.

This is the second time you’ve eavesdropped on Morpheus. You have a quiet moment of reflection for the fact that you have never overheard good news.

No matter. Once you figure out how the hell to get back to the waking world, you’ll never have to worry about Morpheus or Lucienne or anyone ever again.

“Ezra may have been a dead end,” Morpheus admits. “The Corinthian is gone, so what power would he have here?”

Lucienne tilts her head towards his coat pockets. “My lord, he’s not entirely gone.”

Morpheus pulls the tiny skull from his pocket, holding it at a distance like some scene from Shakespeare. “You cannot be serious.”

Lucienne nods. “It is the last of him. If you destroy it, you’ll be destroying everything he had an influence on. Including them.”

“Not all of them,” Morpheus corrects her. You had been taken from the Dreaming, unfinished. You shudder at the thought of being reduced back to what you were. At this rate, you’d be better off destroyed entirely.

“I think you should speak with them first, my lord. Whatever choice you make will directly affect them, permanently.”

“I think…”

You miss the rest of their conversation in favor of putting yourself as far from the dream lord as possible. To exist is one thing, but to make him choose between The Corinthian and you?

The answer is obvious.

You know the dream lord is proud of his creations, and assume destroying The Corinthian was something akin to an unforgivable act. It had been hard enough, watching him crumble to dust in the auditorium.

There was at least hope, with The Corinthian, that he could be made again- better, stronger, even kinder perhaps.

But with you? You, with such a cruel joke of purpose, and you’d spent over a hundred years being quite the opposite of a perfect partner. What use is there in starting now?

You follow the cobblestone path outside of the castle, walking as far as your feet will take you. You take the time to bargain with your conscience- dying is the best you could wish for. It will hurt, but it will be temporary.

And Morpheus will be better off with someone new. A completely different blueprint, a brand-new dream that will never have known life as a weapon.

Gods, what a nightmare. You had to give The Corinthian credit, if only a little. You never imagined your purpose being so world-changing. Say you had destroyed Dream of the Endless? What would have happened then?

You’re so caught up in thought that you don’t even hear Morpheus calling after you. The city is far behind you, and looking down you find yourself standing in a field dotted with pink carnations.

Fiddler’s Green.

“Ellis!” Morpheus calls again, and he’s next to you in an instant. “What are you doing out here?”

“Getting one last good view in, I guess.”

Morpheus sighs. “It does not have to be the last.”

“It does. It does, ‘cause I’ll be damned if I make you pick between me and him,” you snap. “It’s not fair.”

You sit with a huff down in the carnations, folding your knees to your chest. Another magnificent sun is setting over the hills again.

Morpheus quietly sits next to you, watching as you pluck the nearest carnations to bits.

After a few minutes, you stop and sit still. “Can I see the book again?” you ask.

Morpheus pulls the hardcover book from his coat and hands it over. You leaf through the pages once more, looking for your rough draft.

You had hoped to see what you were meant to become- one last look before the end. And there you are, unfinished. The lilies in the column still make your stomach turn.

Morpheus watches you carefully, quietly. The sunset has cast a rose-gold hue onto everything, and he’s struck by how beautiful you look. His own creation.

The moment is ruined by the sound of tearing paper. You’re careful to avoid ripping out the other pages, but it isn’t right to have your failed existence in a book of proud accomplishments.

“There,” you say, handing the book back to Morpheus. He’s speechless. “Now you can start over, right?”

You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom, and of the end. This is it for you, and you should be allowed such an act of bravery.

“Ellis, that’s not-”

“Start over,” you interrupt. “I’m serious. Make somebody perfect from the start. And maybe don’t leave ‘em unfinished for too long.”

It’s a joke, but it still stings. If Morpheus had never left, who's to say you wouldn’t have had the perfect life?

The skull in Morpheus’ pocket feels like it’s burning a hole through his coat. There is so much he wants to say, and so little a chance that you would even listen. You’ve already made up your mind.

He pulls the trinket out anyways, watching your jaw drop in recognition. Frustrated, you play it off like another joke. “You could even make him your partner.”

“I want you.”

The words hang in the air between you, tinged with an endless yearning. Your heart flutters at the thought of what might have been.

“I can’t stay like this,” you say quietly.

“Then don’t,” Morpheus replies. His grip tightens on the skull, and a large crack appears to split above the jaw.

You reach for his arm, panicking when he squeezes even harder. “Dream, cut it out. You’re scaring me.”

“I do not mean to scare you. This is not a difficult choice for me, Ellis.”

“And what, I don’t get a say in it?”

“You do not have to stay here. But at least let me do this for you.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, releasing your grip on his arm. You sit in silence for a moment, preparing yourself for the worst. “Will it hurt?” you ask.

He looks at the last piece of the Corinthian for a moment, and the dozens of pressure cracks spider-webbing around the cranium. Before he can answer, you reach for his hand again.

“I don’t care.”

You squeeze as hard as you can, and within moments the little skull is crushed to bits of sand. For a moment, nothing happens. You can hear Morpheus holding his breath, waiting. Hoping. Praying, even.

A faint tingling sensation, like pins and needles, begins prickling up your arms. You look down to see the bones of your forearm revealed, the skin of your hands wisped away to skeletal fingers. Without a mirror, you can only assume the rest of your visage has been reduced to what it was before Ezra Lillin came into your life.

Empty eye sockets. Flesh stretched taut over your skull. Your left arm is missing in its entirety. For once, you’re afraid to look at the dream lord- not because of what you can do, but because of what you are.

“Ellis,” you hear him breathe out, finally.

“Hi.” You’re embarrassed, shockingly, to return to your previous form. You refuse to look away from your hands, refuse to finally meet the eye of the dream lord.

Morpheus is speechless. Seeing you now is like a hundred years had never passed. Here you are, his soulmate, exactly as he had left you. The rare view of a second chance.

The silence is deafening, for a moment. Morpheus breaks it with a simple question, one you had never once considered.

“What would you like to be?” he asks.

Yours, I want to be yours, please- “What am I supposed to be?” your voice is foreign once again, raspy and new.

Morpheus motions to the shreds of paper in front of you. “I would not know. I never… never got any farther than that,” he answers.

“That’s okay.” You’re quick to reassure him. “I… I don’t mind. Will it bother you? If I look the same?”

You could almost swear you hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the thought. “Not at all.”

He takes the sand from his coat pocket and carefully pours it into his hands, working quickly to form the missing pieces. A sweet breeze floats through Fiddler’s Green, and the sand blows with it, materializing the flesh that covers your bones. You watch in amazement, and within moments you’re almost complete.

Just missing the eyes.

“The most important part,” Morpheus comments, and for a moment you’re drawn back to Ezra’s shop, to the Corinthian. He had said the exact same sentiment, albeit for wildly different reasons.

The dream lord looks around for a moment before picking two morning glories from the path from the field. Carefully, he holds the flowers out to you.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Are they going to be purple?” you ask.

Morpheus laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “Would you prefer a different color?”

You shake your head. Internally, you’re ecstatic. “No, they’re perfect.”

Morpheus nods. He pinches the rest of the sand into the center of the two blooms, balancing them carefully in one palm. “Alright,” he says, “Tilt your head back.”

You lean back on both arms, looking up to the sunrise setting over Fiddler’s Green. “Like this?” you ask, looking over slightly.

Morpheus nods, brushing the loose strands of hair away from your face. “Just like that,” he repeats quietly.

Gently, he places the flowers on each of your empty eye sockets. You would be irritated by the feeling if you weren’t so focused on the dream lord being so close to you. You’re certain he hears the breath hitch in your throat as he leans over.

He places a hand over your eyes, and for a moment, the world goes black. You’re briefly struck with the thought of something going wrong.

“I c-can’t see,” you stutter, panicking, and Morpheus takes his hand away, reaching for yours. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Still black.

“Ellis,” you hear him say with a laugh, “You have to open your eyes.”

You turn to him, eyes closed. “That’s it?” you ask incredulously.

“That’s it.”

You reach for both of his hands, holding them in front of you. His palms are warm and rough.

“Are you looking at me?” you ask.

“Ellis,” he says, “Look at me.”

And you do.

His irises are whirlpools of inky black, dotted with the same galaxies you’ve seen in the night sky of the Dreaming. You still get lost in them, but for once there are no flashes of sin, of regret, or despair.

Just the god of dreams, looking back at you so lovingly that without a second thought you lean forward, crashing your lips against his. He reaches gently to cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You’re struck with the overwhelming sensation that this is where you are meant to be. You tug his collar to pull him closer, wishing it never had to end.

After a moment, he pulls away slowly, both of you breathless. The nervous butterflies in your stomach are going absolutely haywire, and you can’t help smiling like an idiot. Morpheus has an almost identical look, and if Fiddler’s Green could speak, he would tell you both how absolutely, dumbfoundingly lovestruck you look.

He settles for cultivating the red and yellow daisies that bloom in a small patch between you and the dream lord.

“Would you like to see them?” Morpheus asks, fabricating a small pocket mirror out of thin air.

You nod. He clicks the mirror open and hands it to you, watching as you take a deep breath to steel yourself from visibly reacting.

The morning glories have transformed into deep violet irises, with flecks of a lighter lavender. The edges are ringed in a pale gray. You watch yourself tear up at the sight, at how beautiful they are.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, closing the mirror as a tear spills down your cheek. Morpheus hesitates for only a moment before brushing it away gently with his thumb.

“Anything,” he answers, just as quiet, “for you.”

You’re overcome with a flood of emotion, an outpouring of love and gratitude and fucking relief.

You’re not a weapon anymore.

You won’t hurt anyone, not even Morpheus.

Especially Morpheus.

You wrap your arms around his neck in an embrace, almost falling into his lap when he sits back. You settle in sideways, your head tucked into his chest. He keeps an arm around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You are welcome to return to the waking world,” he offers quietly. “Although you will always have a place here, with me.”

You ponder for a moment, what it would be like to have a normal life on the planet. For over a century, it had been the only thing you had wished for, more than anything.

But you know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this is where you belong. Where you have always belonged, close enough to hear your soulmate’s heartbeat.

“What if I want to stay?” you ask.

Morpheus pulls you even closer, pressing his lips gently to the top of your head.

“Then stay.”

#morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream x gn!reader #the corinthian #netflix sandman

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honestlytastygayasstrash · 10 months

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Movies to watch if you're a wannabe film nerd

-Raging Bull

-Joker

-Taxi Driver

-Before Sunrise

-Her

-500 Days Of Summer

-After Hours

-Zodiac

-The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

-Trainspotting

-Boogie Nights

-The Breakfast Club

-Stand By Me

-The Hateful Eight

-Goodfellas

-Reservoir Dogs

-Pulp Fiction

-Inglorious Basterds

-City Of God

-The King Of Comedy

-Psycho

-2001 A Space Oddysey

-The Deer Hunter

-The Revenant

-The Master

-The Grand Budapest Hotel

-Submarine

-Persona

-Punch Drunk Love

-Birdman

-Scream

-Come And See

-Apocalypse Now

-Mulholland Drive

-Memories Of Murder

-Broker

-La Haine

-Harakiri

-Oldboy

-The 400 Blows

-Blade Runner 2049

-Sunset Boulevard

-Do The Right Thing

-Tenet

-Dunkirk

-The House

-Interstellar

-The Prestige

-Inception

-Memento

-The Isle Of Dogs

-Fantastic Mister Fox

-There Will Be Blood

-The Godfather

-Spirited Away

-My Neighbour Totoro

-Howls Moving Castle

-Princess Mononoke

-Kikis Delivery Service

-Castle In The Sky

-Ponyo

-Nausicaa

-Atonement

-The Pianist

-The Green Mile

-Good Will Hunting

-What's Eating Gilbert Grape

-Forrest Gump

-Dead Poets Society

-The Notebook

-Prisoners

-The Shawshank Redemption

-The Lovely Bones

-Fight Club

-Se7en

-Shutter Island

-Saving Private Ryan

-Requiem For A Dream

-Mr Nobody

-1917

-All Quiet On The Western Front

-Into The Wild

-About Time

-Queen & Slim

-Nope

-Get Out

-Metal Lords

-Sound Of Metal

-Whiplash

-At Eternity's Gate

-Big Eyes

-The Electrical Life Of Louis Waine

-Spiderman Into The Spiderverse

-Spiderman Across The Spiderverse

-Never Look Away

-The French Dispatch

-Secret Window

-My Life As A Zucchini

-Moonrise Kingdom

-Ran

-Alien

-Aliens

-Megamind

-The Dark Knight

-Dazed And Confused

-American Graffiti

-The Life Aquatic

-Stalker

-Citizen Kane

-Casablanca

-The Night Of The Hunter

-The Seven Samurai

-Who Framed Roger Rabbit

-Opal

-Grave Of The Fireflies

-The Shining

-Chinatown

-The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

-Repo Man

-Die Hard

-12 Angry Men

-The Outsiders

-Back To The Future

-Heathers

-Withnail and I

-Blue Velvet

-Beverley Hills Cop

-The Blues Brothers

-Akira

-Coraline

-Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon

-The Silence Of The Lambs

-The One Who Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

-Girl, Interrupted

-The Craft

-The Truman Show

-Edward Scissorhands

-It

-The Iron Giant

-Jurassic Park

-The Crow

-All The Presidents Men

-Gremlins

-Buffy The Vampire Slayer

-Smiling Friends

-No Country For Old Men

-Oceans 11

-Oceans 13

-Back To The Future 2

-Back To The Future 3

-Titanic

-The Social Network

-Muhammad Ali, When We Were Kings

-Lincoln

-Team America

-Cry Baby

-Mrs. Doubtfire

-12 Years Of Slaves

-Pretty In Pink

-Of Mice And Men

-Donnie Darko

-Sunshine

-The Endless

-Arrival

-The Blair Witch Project

-A Hard Days Night

-Help!

-Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai Du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles

-Everything Everywhere All At Once

-West Is West

-Bicycle Thieves

-Jaws

-Lawrence Of Arabia

-The Seventh Seal

-Lost In Translation

-Blade Runner

-Nosferatu

-Airplane!

-This Is Spinal Tap

-It Happened One Night

-The Thing

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre

-Child's Play

-Halloween

-Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown

-Bonnie And Clyde

#movies #horror movie #1960s films #classic films #short films #ghibli films #filmisnotdead #film #film nerd

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umichenginabroad · 1 year

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Week 3: Traveling around in Prague

Dobrý den! (That means good day in Prague) Another week has passed and I’m feeling a lot more comfortable with the language barrier. I ordered a cup of coffee completely in Czech for the first time this week and it left me on such a high. The farmer’s market did throw me for a loop at first.

I only managed to snap pictures of the poppyseed strudels and apples (both are a must try) but there were so many ethnic foods that I have never seen in my life before. Not only that, I wasn’t able to understand any of their names. Lucky for me, we had a program advisor that walked us through the whole market and gave us free samples from most of the stalls, which made everything a lot less overwhelming. I learned that the Czechs really love their pickled meat and veggies but that is just not my cup of tea. I’ll definitely be going back for fresh produce and their yummy pastries!

I was also a tourist in my own city this weekend haha. I had a friend come to visit but I ended up being just as clueless as her because I barely had time to walk around these past few weeks. First, I had to try the chimney cake in Old Town. I’ve been eyeing it every time I walk past a stall but didn’t commit to buying one until this week. Apparently, it’s not a traditional Czech dessert but it was still yummy nonetheless.

In terms of tourist destinations, we took the cable car up (which is included in our 3-month PID transit pass!) to see the Petrin Tower.

I also saw the Astronomical Clock and the Prague Castle for the first time. Together, we would be researching the history and significance of these well-known landmarks in Prague. It helped me gain a greater appreciation for this beautiful city. We ended the night by crossing Charles bridge and watching the sunset over the Prague Castle.

Unfortunately, I did have to also pay a visit to an orthopedic doctor this week :( I sprained my knee a few weeks ago skiing and all the hills in Prague are only making it worse. To my surprise, the healthcare in Prague is a lot better than back in the states. All the nurses and doctors were super efficient and kind when working with me. I was also able to find an English-speaking clinic which made my experience a lot smoother.

I did have to pay out of pocket but CISI (our insurance plan) is being helpful in terms of helping me submit a claim to get this payment reimbursed.

That’s all for my adventures this week! I’ll see you all next week.

Janice Liu

Computer Science

Tech Career Accelerator in Prague

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEcsPrague #JaniceLiu #IPEWinter23 #UnitedStates

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val-made-a-mistake · 3 years

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i am in desperate need of some loki fluff 😫😖 what if loki keeps messing with and pranking thor just because he knows it makes the reader laugh and he would do anything to see her smile 🥺

YES

trigger warning for angst (particularly grief), fluff, snakes, and mentions of rats, i should really start putting trigger warnings on these lists just like i do for my full fics but i keep forgetting, i’m sorry

right so building off of this list of headcanons bc i’m too lazy to come up with something else, you’re teenage florist!reader, obviously a lot older than when you first met loki, your relationship is established, but you’re still in asgard

it’s been a lot since your mom passed, y’know? grief is a lot. when you look back on that time, all you can think of is being cold. like you were bathing in liquid nitrogen

you weren’t technically aware of it but you isolated yourself from loki and stopped visiting the royal palace

it’s a paradox. you can’t be around loki or thor bc you feel this indescribable weight when you’re around them, almost like guilt but worse, and you can’t be at the shop anymore bc it’s where you grew up and everything reminds you of her, so where do you go?

both the little apartment and the shop are yours now. you knew this would eventually happen, but not so soon

you still have to keep business flowing so you still order stuff for the incoming summer and try to be there as much as you can, but you’re definitely not there as much as you should be

your evening walks are twice as long now. the town girls talk about you behind your back, they say you walk the length of the valley

resist the hamilton reference

and loki? loki hates seeing you like this

loki said he doesn’t enjoy hurting ppl in the first episode of his series but let’s be real, he also doesn’t enjoy seeing the ppl he loves hurt like this

BUT HE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT

every time thor brings it up loki tells him to get out of his room lmao

mewling quim

it’s probably bc he’ll never admit it that he has a bit of trouble trying to find ways to cheer his loved ones up bc for some reason all he can (selfishly) think of is his reputation as the god of mischief

but for you? he’s going to try hard

he comes round the shop one day just before you’re about to leave for your walk and asks if you wanna come up to the palace

unsurprisingly, you say no

loki grins at you tho

“wanna see what i’ve got?”

you narrow your eyes, this can’t be good

“what do you have?”

he straight up procures a snake from midair

“i was thinking we go up to the castle, put it on thor’s bed, see how long it takes him to notice.”

you’re trying not to seem scared of the snake. “is it venomous?”

“of course.”

you narrow your eyes. “thor loves snakes though.”

“it’ll make it even funnier, i promise.”

“my idea of funny doesn’t involve dressing snake bites, loki,” you say, and although it’s not stern, it’s also not light hearted either. “i have an order of fiddle leaf figs coming in soon, i have to be here to receive it. maybe some other time, okay?”

loki starts to smile a little, getting hopeful again, but you correct yourself before thor’s health and safety can be compromised. “we’re not getting venomous snakes to bite thor, ever.”

i stg this practically grown man pouts at you

i picture you’re like seventeen in this btw

but he magics the snake away, thankfully

and leaves bc he’s tryna respect ur boundaries

after that he just starts suggesting pranks to you

“what if when thor goes for his morning shower, i make an illusion where the floor is swarming in rats?”

“absolutely not.”

“what if i pretend i’m odin and disown him from the family?”

“that’s not even funny.”

“what if i push him off the bifrost bridge, just for fun?”

“i have a feeling you might throw me under the bus when frigga finds out.”

it’s gotten to the point where thor half knows what loki’s trying to do and he wants to cheer you up as well

but he does, like, you know, actually human things with you

he comes to your village one day and accompanies you on your evening walk, and he gets you to talk about all the cool wildflowers that line the road the farther you walk

he actually ignores the swooning fangirls for once and insists on taking you out for ice cream

and it’s nice, you suppose, you genuinely appreciate him, but the happiness isn’t really substantial enough that you start feeling good about your life again

one day you actually confess to thor how sad you’re feeling and everything, like, how really fucking sad you are, you’re not even sure why you telling him this instead of loki. you know loki means well but he’s actually making you feel worse yknow

and thor, not exactly understanding but dumbly trying his best anyway, listens

and he pulls you into a tight one-armed hug when you feel your vision blur

thor, son of odin, god of thunder, fearsome warrior, future king of asgard, man that makes all the town girls swoon, is actually a really good hugger

does he run home and tell loki everything? yes

“lady y/n is perhaps more upset than we realized, we have to do something!” he cries, not even bothering to keep his voice down bc he notoriously sucks at whispering

“you think i haven’t been doing anything?” loki hisses back, preparing to stab him for the 859723th time

“what would cheer her up, do you know?”

and it’s then that thor and loki decide to form a truce literally just so they can see you smile again

they invite you over to the castle one day and they stage the grandest prank in history, which is…

uhhhh i don’t actually know, use your imagination

but by the end of it??? do you know what you’re doing?????

you can’t even feel it happening, but you’re beaming like an idiot

and when i say a tide of relief floods loki

you start cackling like a witch

“odin’s beard, what was that?”

VICTORYYYYYY thor wants to shout

unfortunately one of the royals calls thor away for something and this leaves you and loki alone

you’re still laughing lmao

“my love, i thought i would never see you happy again,” loki says, and he thinks of it as a risk but he pulls out the sappiness bc you’re finally happy goddammit

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you choke out through giggles, and he steps forward to take your hands in his

“i thought you would avoid me forever,” he says, half seriously, half teasingly.

“i wasn’t avoiding you!” you exclaim, going to tug your hands away from him, but loki hangs on

“then why wouldn’t you talk to me all throughout these past weeks?” he asks you.

this makes you stop and stare, wide eyed, and loki isn’t really sure what to say so he stares back

and it’s the same face hes been looking into for five years now but somehow it’s even more beautiful in that moment

“i didn’t want to contaminate something so good,” you reply softly, cryptically.

it’s a bit of a selfish move, but loki’s eyebrows raise teasingly. “you think i’m good?”

“i think you’re a dolt, loki odinson!” you snap back bc you haven’t forgotten about what he and thor just did, but you’re grinning again.

loki frees one of his hands and cups your face.

“you are the good in me, my love,” he says softly. “the only thing i want is for you to be happy.”

I KNOW IM THE NARRATOR BUT IM LIKE THIS CLOSE TO BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL JUST SO SOMEONE CAN HEAR ME SCREAMING DJFLFJSOSJ

you raise your eyebrow. “the only thing i want is for you to stop terrorizing thor.”

loki raises his eyebrow right back, and his voice is even lower as he says, “but what if it makes you-”

you grip him by the nape of his neck and pull him down onto your lips.

loki smiles into the kiss

#loki #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki fluff #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki series #we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill <3

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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yes, i’m writing third life fanfiction because i can

grian and scar have become my second favorite dynamic duo right after the memento mori boys and no i do not take constructive criticism <3

even if you don’t watch the series reading this would be appreciated!

all of this is platonic, including platonic hand holding - no real warnings, just bonding and emotional comfort :]

Grian walked up the stairs of the sandcastle, dragging step after step with shoulders hunched in exhaustion.

Despite the slight frustration at its size now, he’d taken a liking to the building. It had taken him days to make, not even counting the effort it took to collect all of the sand and wood. It looked beautiful standing on top of Monopoly Mountain, he had to admit, and the way the hastily crafted sandstone glittered in the light made it somewhat of a lighthouse in the desert, reflecting the moon’s rays at night when the outside was most dangerous.

He reached the top of one of the towers, and his tired expression melted into somewhat satisfaction upon seeing a pink sunset fall over golden trees, his friend’s brown hair softly blowing in the wind.

“Hey, Scar,” he said, hoping not to startle the other.

His legs were hanging over the railings leisurely, the close distance to a deadly drop causing an uneasy feeling to settle in Grian’s stomach; Scar slowly turned his head and gave him a smile.

“Hey there.” He shifted, staying seated on the carved birch. His eyes were glazed over, and his smile slightly slipped off his face into a more neutral expression as he turned his head back around to stare at the horizon.

The silence was nice, Grian thought. That day had been a lot, and adrenaline drenches you of energy quickly. Redstone was caught in the loose threads of his sweater, and there was sand in his iron boots. Running through the desert and struggling to get past their own defenses was like smears in his mind, stained with an echoing explosion and panicked shouts.

“Anything on your mind?” he asked after a while, setting himself down besides Scar.

“I... Grian, are you ever... scared of me, now that I’m a red name?” his eyes drifted over to his friend, heels banging on the walls below them, with no concern of dirtying them - and really, why should he care?

It wasn’t like they would last long. Who focuses on gunpowder in their hair when they’re standing next to a killer, bound by invisible chains?

Grian should stop concentrating so much on the details. It might cost him a lot, someday.

“I mean I don’t... I didn’t want to kill people before. I just wanted to have a monopoly, to- control the economy through an elaborate scheme. I thought it would give us better chances at survival.”

Grian opted to ignore the plural in the last sentence, and hummed in agreement. “And now?”

Scar’s clothing rustled, head tilted forwards with his palms laid bare on his knees. “I don’t know,” he responded, looking into them like he was expecting red, “it’s like I have a drive.”

A moment passed as the two looked ahead in thought, no rushing on their minds now that the day was over. The world moves slower when the battlefield is empty.

“Well, I guess... I’m still gonna be there, aren’t I?” Grian responded, arms heavy and leaning back on his hands.

The promise remained unbroken for now, and so did assurance he would be there for Scar, no matter if he himself wanted it or not.

Well, what was it really that Grian wanted? He didn’t know anymore.

He had simply wanted to scare everyone, just wanted to have fun, once, and it landed him here, in a game of survival, with a reluctant murderer whose time was running short. Life doesn’t listen to what you want, and sometimes that is the only constant.

“Tell me, Grian, do you get a... thrill, from taking a life?” Scar lifted up his head, prompting eye contact. “You didn’t have to propose the trap idea, we wouldn’t have taken three lives today.”

Grian looked back down, conflicting feelings stirring in his stomach. “Well...” he started slowly, a smile creeping into his eyes, “Smajor did call me a chaos incarnate.”

Something of relief, of amusement, of straight up baffled laughter coming out of him, so hard he thought his lungs would deflate - standing on top of the hill, looking down upon the crater of his own creation, destruction caused by the victims’ mistakes and sheer luck.

He didn’t think before that he’d call three people losing a life lucky.

“Well, maybe I’m rubbing off on you?” Scar interrupted his train of thought.

“Uh-huh, sure. More like the other way around,” Grian retorted, nudging Scar’s shoulder with a chuckle. “You’re more of a danger to yourself than to anyone else.”

Scar snorted, rubbing his shoulder with his other hand. “Yeah, says the one who took my first life on accident.”

“I mean, that only further proves my point, now doesn’t it?” Grian ignored the stinging feeling of guilt at the mention of his mistakes, pushing it back with a bittersweet smirk.

“Guess you’re right about that one. I still have a few people on my hitlist, though, and they better be ready for me to be a danger to them. Us, I mean,” Scar corrected.

It felt nice, though Grian didn’t know whether to admit it to himself or not. Maybe it would’ve been easier to choose who to be aligned with, but so far, it hasn’t been the worst to be here.

“Just keep in mind I’m not killing anyone, and I’m not getting killed to save you from being an idiot,” he commented.

“Me? Be an idiot? Never!”

Scar’s wide smirk sparked something like quiet determination. The blueprints for a small creeper farm lay folded in Grian’s pockets. The day might’ve been over for most of the server, but there was still work to be done. A couple more nights awake couldn’t hurt, he told himself through heavy eyelids and bruised hands weighing him down, sleep could wait.

“I’m going to get some water from the river. G’night, Scar,” he lied, pushing himself up to stand.

“Can you answer a question, and please be honest with me - would you still be friends with me if it wasn’t for the life debt?”

Grian stopped in his tracks, turning back to his liege to look him in the eyes, an intangible expression on his face.

“Is that an order?”

The light was dissipating from the sky, and scattered torches below them seemed to be getting brighter. The night approaching made the small castle seem safe; a beacon of peace, for now at least. Fingers rhythmically tapped on the balcony as Grian shifted, eyes fixed on Scar’s line of sight.

“I don’t think so.”

There was an air of uncertainty to the words, much like anything spoken that day. New developments always sparked doubts. It was strange, to pretend anything was evident.

“I don’t think I would be here with you if it wasn’t for the life debt, no,” Grian said, and he knew it was the truth, but it felt like a decision to admit it.

There was no bitterness or disappointment on Scar’s face. Perhaps something in between.

Grian shuffled closer to his friend, now sitting comfortably - or as much as the gritty sandstone allowed him to - and put a hand on his.

“But I... am happy this is how things ended up, I think.”

“I think so too,” Scar replied with a brightness in his voice.

#third life smp #3rdlifesmp #3rd life smp #3rd life fanfiction #grian #goodtimeswithscar #fanfiction #my writing

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fanficsandthings · 3 years

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Through the Years, Ch. 4

A George Weasley Fanfiction

A George Weasley x Slytherin reader story.

Each chapter shares events in one year of George and reader’s life together.

Word Count: 2.3k

Year 1, Year 2, Year 3

Year 4: Quidditch

The start of the Quidditch season was one of your favorite times of the year. It was a good way to get your mind off school work for a few hours a night while you practiced with the rest of the Slytherin team. The captain, Marcus Flint, had a strict regimen when it came to training, and the new brooms that the Malfoys had bought helped a lot.

A match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was the first match of this year’s season. For you, it was more of a contest between you and the twins over who could make the other team more irritated. It was really quite easy to make Oliver Wood mad over a game of quidditch. All you needed to do was make sure Gryffindor lost. You could let Draco and Harry do whatever they wanted, as it was best to go after the core of the Gryffindor quidditch team; their star beaters.

Looking around the pitch, you could see Fred sending a bludger towards Flint. Not caring much for your team captain, you chose not to warn him as the ball hit him right on the shoulder. It pushed Flint back, sending him spiraling in circles towards the ground, but he managed to catch himself.

You let out a laugh and shouted over to Fred, “Nice one, Weasley!”

Fred gave a thumbs up and a small wink as he turned to aim his next bludger at another one of your Slytherin teammates.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in your left side as Marcus Flint smashed full force into you. “Stop playing for the other team and do your job! If I see you even smile at one of the Weasleys the rest of this match, you’re off the team.”

“Yeah, sure. You know there’s no one else in Slytherin who could be a better beater than me.” You rolled your eyes and took off on your broom, shouting over your shoulder at Flint, “Watch this!”

You headed straight for George, his attention elsewhere, so he had no idea that you were coming. You gained as much speed as you felt comfortable with and aimed your broom right for him. Pushing your feet up, you balanced carefully on the black handle of your broomstick. You released your hands from the handle and stood up straight, wind pushing past you. The wind felt wonderful as you leaned into it, still staring directly at George, who had yet to turn his head to notice you. As you got closer and closer, you knew your plan would work out perfectly.

“Weasley!” you called out when you were barely a few feet away from him. You kicked your feet off your broom, sending it in a small arc just below his broom as your body slammed right into his.

George let out a small groan at the impact, and you heard him mumble a few choice words at you.

You wrapped one arm around him as you felt both George and yourself start to fall towards the ground. Your other arm reached into the air, and your hand fell perfectly back onto your broomstick handle. As you dangled from your broom, you looked down at George, who was dangling from your hand.

“How’s it hanging, Georgie?” you shouted down at him over the sound of the wind rushing by.

“This is such a cheap trick!” he shouted back up at you.

“My favorite kind of trick,” you retorted back.

You made it to the other side of the quidditch pitch, still hanging from your broom before you started to get close enough to the ground to let go of him. You looked back over your shoulder to the far end of the pitch, George’s broom laying sadly on the ground. Lowering your speed a bit, you dragged George’s shoes just slightly on the grass.

“You better start running, or it’s gonna hurt like hell when I let go!” you warned him.

George glared at you with a look that’s reserved only for when he’s truly pissed off at you, but he started running nevertheless. He stumbled a little bit when you let go of his hand, but managed to catch himself. You could hear him cursing you as you flew off, but you chose to ignore whatever he might be threatening you with.

“Have a fun walk back to your broom, George.”

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You could hear your name being called from behind you, but you ignored the two people yelling at you. You chose instead to focus your attention on your feet, trying hard not to trip over the rocks on the hill you were currently walking up. Annoyingly, you could hear the voices getting louder as the twins approached.

“Hey, will you slow down!” George called, slightly out of breath from basically running up the hill to catch up with you. You shook your head, picking up your pace a little more.

“You can’t be pissed at us every time Slytherin loses a game,” Fred said to you.

You stopped walking suddenly, causing the twins to jolt to a stop too. You whipped around, your quidditch robes flowing behind you, and pointed your finger between the two of them.

“I am not mad because Slytherin lost,” you said, your voice laced with a hint of venom. “I’m mad because you two almost killed a 12 year old boy and, in the process, almost killed me, too!”

“It’s not like we tried to kill you,” George said, “and we’ve already said we’re sorry.”

“Plus it was just Malfoy,” Fred continued. “And what about that bludger one of you bewitched!”

“I don’t care that it was ‘just Malfoy.’ He may be an annoying little prat, but he’s still a child. And that bludger was not us! I’m just as confused about that as you are.” Your arms were crossed in front of you now, and you stared down at them with irritation etched on your face. Having this conversation on a hill was probably a good idea, because it made you taller than the Weasley twins, and you felt like that gave you a slight advantage. You were sure they didn’t quite believe that Slytherin didn’t bewitch that bludger, but they knew you were telling your truth.

“You literally ran full force into me and knocked me off my broom,” George recalled.

“I caught you!” you said to him, rolling your eyes. “There are way worse tricks I could’ve pulled on you in the moment.”

“It was pretty wicked to watch,” Fred said, nudging his brother in the ribs.

“Thank you, Fred.” You gave him a smile and turned back to George. “Flint was up my ass about being friends with you two, so I needed to do something that would get him to shut up.”

“You could’ve picked the other twin to piss off,” George said in a slight mumble, crossing his arms.

You walked the few steps to stand in front of him, about even with his height now thanks to the hill.

“Maybe I just think you’re cute when you’re mad,” you said, patting his cheek. You gave him a wink and turned on your heel to head back up the hill again. Both Fred and George stayed rooted in the same spot.

“Freddie,” George said to his brother once you were out of ear shot. He watched your green quidditch robes flowing behind you, your figure getting smaller and smaller as you approached the castle. “I think I’m in love.”

Fred let out a sharp laugh, startling his brother out of his trance. “I know, George. I know.” Fred started to walk up the hill after you, leaving his brother dumbfounded in his spot.

George could feel the red on the tips of his ears and cheeks. It had been there since you softly touched his face, and he hoped to Merlin that you hadn’t noticed. Truth be told, you had noticed, but you thought it just made him that much more endearing.

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You were sitting in the Slytherin common room, reading a book you had just picked up from the library, when you felt something brush against your leg. You looked down to see Minnie standing in front of you. She appeared to have a piece of paper stuck in her collar.

Molly Weasley had knitted a small collar for Minnie the first Christmas you had her, just a couple weeks after you and the twins had found her. Fred and George had told their mother about the cat they were now sharing with you, and they asked Molly if she could make them a collar. They said it was their way of providing some sort of care for her, as you were the one that actually looked after her. It was a simple collar, made out of yarn, that you simply tied around her neck. It was more of a friendship bracelet than a collar, you always thought, but you loved it nonetheless. Especially because Molly had made it in your house colors.

You bent down to retrieve the piece of paper from her, giving her a light scratch between the ears in the process. The paper was folded relatively neatly, your name written on it in messy writing. It was no doubt from one of the twins, or both. You unfolded it.

Did I ever truly apologize for this afternoon? I can’t remember, it was all such a mess. Well, I am truly sorry for almost killing you. Meet me just outside the Slytherin common room at sunset. Wear something warm. --George xx

Folding the paper back up, you let out a short breath and rolled your eyes. George could have any number of possible activities planned for tonight, you just hoped that none of them put you in danger. You put the note in your book to act as a bookmark. Grabbing Minnie, you headed to your dorm to get ready for whatever it was that George had planned for this evening.

Just a few short hours later you were standing just outside your common room, wearing the comfiest sweater you could find and a scarf was wrapped around your neck. A small bag hung from your shoulder. You could hear footfalls approaching from around the corner, and you hoped it was George, rather than a teacher who would scold you for being out this close to dark. The figure came around the corner, and you let out a sigh when you saw the red hair sticking out from under his knitted hat.

“George,” you said, catching his attention, “what’re we doing? You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Only if we get caught,” he said, taking your hand. He didn’t even bother to stop walking, he just pulled you along after him. “No time to stop and chat. Snape was nearby last time I looked at the map.”

You followed close behind him, your right hand in his left. It had been almost a year since the accident with the hair dye, but you sometimes still worried about his burn. Sometimes you swore you could see a faint scar if his wrist hit the light just right. Tonight, though, you had no worries about that, too worried about the thought of being caught by a teacher. Another irrational fear, as George had told you that him and his brother had never been caught out of bed since they found this map.

You followed George, having no earthly clue where you were going. He seemed quite confident in his ability to find his way around the castle, though. A slight breeze hit you as he opened one final door, and the faint light of the setting sun illuminated both of your faces.

“Where on earth are we going, George?” you asked, praying for a real answer this time.

“Somewhere fun,” was all he said as he grabbed your hand again and pulled you out the door.

You had made it all the way to the quidditch pitch before George finally stopped walking and let go of your hand. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon now, and it would be fully set in a matter of seconds. You could see both of your brooms leaning up against the wall.

“A late night joy ride?” you asked, motioning towards the brooms.

“Something like that, yeah,” you answered you. He then pulled a small rectangular object out of his jacket pocket. “First, I wanted to give this back to you. There are a few pictures left on it. I didn’t wanna fill it up before you can go home to get them developed.”

You took the camera from him. You looked it over quickly and saw that there were still 10 pictures left on it. “Thanks George, but I can always ask my mum to owl me another one.”

You went to hand it back to him, but he denied it. “I’d like to see some pictures from your point of view too.”

You shrugged and placed the camera in your bag, taking out the gloves you had stored in there. You put them on and looked at George. “So, a late night joy ride?”

He looked between you and your brooms. “Race you to the top!” he called as he took off in a sprint.

“George,” you yelled after him as you started running too, “you know I’m faster on a broom than you are.”

“That’s why I got a head start,” he informed you, hopping on his broom. You watched him take off, heading back towards the castle.

Race you to the top, you thought to yourself. The top of the tallest tower in Hogwarts. You grabbed your broom, the black handle reflecting the light of the moon, which now shone brightly above you. You kicked off the ground as hard as you could, hoping the speed of your broom would make up for George’s head start.

George Weasley would be the death of you someday, but, to be totally honest, you didn’t really mind. You waited with pleasant expectations for that day to come.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfic #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x slytherin!reader #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #slytherin #slytherin reader #weasley twins #fred and george #fred and george weasley #through the years series #my writing

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laurajournal · 3 years

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tagged 😍💜

Thank you dear @a-students-lifebuoy for tagging me 😊😊❤

MUSIC

Favourite genre?

Pop

Favourite song?

This is a very, very difficult question.. At least top 3 lol:

1. Taylor Swift- My tears ricochet

2. BTS- The truth untold

3. Troye Sivan- Heaven

Most listened song recently?

Permission to dance 😎

Song currently stuck in your head?

Stay by Justin Bieber

5 fave lyrics?

1. Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse No, not without you -TS, Lakes (as you can see lol I am a huge Swiftie)

2. I wanna be a good man just for you I gave the world just for you I changed everything just for you But I dunno me, who are you? -BTS, Fake love but I wrote english lyrics

3. I'm on my way Driving at 90 down those country lanes Singing to Tiny Dancer And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill - Ed Sheeran, Castle on the hill

4. I don't wanna be sad forever I don't wanna be sad no more I don't wanna wake up and wonder What the hell am I doing this for? I don't wanna be medicated I don't wanna go through that war I don't wanna be sad, I don't wanna be sad I don't wanna be sad anymore - Lauv, Sad forever

5. Rain came pouring down When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe -TS, Clean

Pick

BOOKS

Favourite book series?

Shadowhunters by Cassandra Clare

Comfort book?

Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell

Favourite book

Poems actually, Sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

Perfect book to read on a rainy day?

I don’t quite know, honestly for me any kind of poetry books, but also fiction such as All the bright places, it is such a great book with a deep meaning and messae at the end

Favourite character?

Alec Lightwood

5 favourite quotes from your favourite book(s) that you know by heart?

oh god, I used to have a lot but now I just can’t really remember, here is at least my fav poem by Rupi:

This morning

I told the flowers

what I’d do for you

and they blossomed.

( I am a hopeless romantic ;) )

Pick!

TV AND MOVIES

Favourite tv/movie genre?

Action ,fantasy, comedy

Comfort movie

10 things I hate about you

Movie you watch every year?

The one which is my comfort lol

Favourite movie?

Under the Tuscan sun, it reminds me of my trip to Italy so much

Favourite tv show?

Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Shadowhunters, Merlin, Why women kill, Shameless, Sex and the city, The Vampire Diaries

Comfort tv show?

Sex and the city lol, a total classic oh oh and Jane The Virgin

Most rewatched tv show?

Supernatural

5 fave characters?

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

The Doctor -Doctor who

Ian Gallagher - Shameless

Stefan Salvatore - TVD

Jane Villanueva -Jane the Virigin

Pick!

I tag: @xvistudies @badwolfstudies @writerjuliannaf and @goodteastudies

and everyone who would love to do this 💖💖💖

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p3ach3snplums · 3 years

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ＹｏｕＷｉｌｌＢｅＦｏｕｎｄ

Listen ( x )

@scorpiusmmalfoy

1.- ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴇᴠᴀɴ ʜᴀɴꜱᴇɴ ᴏʙᴄ

Have you ever felt like nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall, and no one would hear? Well, let that lonely feeling wash away Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay 'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand You can reach, reach out your hand And oh, someone will coming running And I know, they'll take you home Even when the dark comes crashing through When you need a friend to carry you And when you're broken on the ground You will be found So let the sun come streaming in 'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again Lift your head and look around You will be found You will be found You will be found You will be found You will be found There's a place where we don't have to feel unknown (Oh my god, everybody needs to see this) And every time that you call out You're a little less alone (I can't stop watching this video, seventeen years old) If you only say the word (Take five minutes, this will make your day) From across the silence your voice is heard

2.- ꜱᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ʙʏ ʙᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴛ

You say, "What if I go crazy?" I say, "That ain't gonna happen" You say, "What if I get lost? I say, "You'll just find your way back" And you say, "What if someone breaks my heart?" I'll put it back together like I do You say, "What if I don't catch the dreams That I've been out there chasing?" "What if when my fears show up, I'm too afraid to face them?" Well, I can't fight your battles But I sure can hold your hand and promise you That the sky will still be up there And the sun will always shine The stars will keep on fallin' For the ones who wish at night The mountains won't start moving And the rivers won't run dry The world will always be there And so will I

3.- ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴᴇ

Yeah, in the end timе will find us all Dressed in our best One last deep breath As we turn towards the sun Towards the sun.... Yeah, I just hope you felt no pain at all No pain at all I just hope you felt no pain at all No pain at all As you turn towards the sun Towards the sun

4.- ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀʏ

Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me

5.- ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ʙʏ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

But I keep cruising Can't stop, won't stop moving It's like I got this music in my mind Saying it's gonna be alright 'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo) Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

6.- ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ᴍᴀʀꜱ

We'll find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one, two, three I'll be there And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two And you'll be there 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah

7.-ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴘᴜᴛʜ

I'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day Superman got nothing on me I'm only one call away Call me, baby, if you need a friend I just wanna give you love C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Reaching out to you, so take a chance No matter where you go, know you're not alone I'm only one call away

8.-ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴄʏɴᴅɪ ʟᴀᴜᴘᴇʀ

You with the sad eyes Don't be discouraged Oh I realize It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful Like a rainbow

9.-ɪ´ʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʙʏ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ

And I'll remember The strength that you gave me Now that I'm standing on my own I'll remember The way that you saved me I'll remember Inside I was a child That could not mend a broken wing Outside I looked for a way To teach my heart to sing And I'll remember The love that you gave me Now that I'm standing on my own I'll remember The way that you changed me I'll remember

10.-ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʙʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ɢᴏᴍᴇᴢ

Who says, who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurting? Trust me, that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says?

11.-ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʀᴀ ʙᴀʀᴇɪʟʟᴇꜱ

You can be amazing You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug You can be the outcast Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love Or you can start speaking up Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do When they settle 'neath your skin Kept on the inside and no sunlight Sometimes a shadow wins But I wonder what would happen if you Say what you wanna say And let the words fall out Honestly I wanna see you be braveWith what you want to say And let the words fall out Honestly I wanna see you be brave

12.-ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜʀ ᴏᴋ ʙʏ ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ

Does she know how proud I am she was created With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred We don't talk much but I just gotta say "I miss you, and I hope that you're okay"

13.-ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ʙʏ ᴄʏɴᴅɪ ʟᴀᴜᴘᴇʀ

Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one But girls they wanna have fun Oh girls just wanna have That's all they really want Some fun When the workin' day is done Oh girls, they wanna have fun Ho hoo girls just wanna have (girls) fun (they want) (Wanna have fun) (Girls) (Wanna have)

14.-ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙʏ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ

We are young We are one Let us shine for what it's worth To your place, place, place We're on our way, way, way We're on our way, way, way We're on our way somehow Hold me close, close, close We're losing time, time, time We're losing time, time, time We're falling to the ground

15.-ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜɪʟʟ ʙʏ ᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴇʀᴀɴ

Found my heart and broke it here Made friends and lost them through the years And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long I know I've grown, but I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at 90 down those country lanes Singing to Tiny Dancer And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill

16.-ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙʏ ʙᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴛ

Yeah, you say I'm your hero But you are the one that saved me If I ever lost you I'd fall to my knees I can't imagine my life without you I can't imagine one night without you If something happened, don't know what I'd do I can't imagine, I can't imagine my life without you

17.-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄʏɴᴅɪ ʟᴀᴜᴘᴇʀ

If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time

18.-ᴅᴏɢ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ ꜰʟᴏʀᴇɴᴄᴇ + ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ

The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming so you better run Run fast for your mother run fast for your father Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind you Can't carry it with you if you want to survive

19.-ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ

Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on

20.-ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋꜱɪᴅᴇ ʙʏ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ

Everybody's got a dark side Do you love me? Can you love mine? Nobody's a picture perfect But we're worth it You know that we're worth it Will you love me? Even with my dark side?

21.-ᴍᴀꜱ ᴏꜱᴄᴜʀᴏ ʙʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ

Te sientes mal, no ves final Con los ojos llenos de lágrimas Se cae el cielo y no das más Quieres luchar un poco más Pero ese miedo volvió a ganar Tranquila, ahí voy a estar Tan solo llama, no escondas nada Confía en mí A cualquier hora, nunca estás sola Me tienes a mí En tu momento más oscuro Si algo te duele, yo te curo No te preocupes, yo te ayudo Te ayudo, no hay que sufrir En tu momento más oscuro Y aunque el abismo sea profundo No te preocupes yo te ayudo Te ayudo a salir de ahí No te preocupes yo te ayudo (te ayudo) Baby no estés triste Tienes quien te cuide Nadie te vuelve a dañar (Nadie te vuelve a dañar) Tú me sostuviste, y me defendiste También de mi oscuridad

22.-22 ʙʏ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

It feels like a perfect night To dress up like hipsters And make fun of our exes Ah-ah, ah-ah It feels like a perfect night For breakfast at midnight To fall in love with strangers Ah-ah, ah-ah Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time It's miserable and magical, oh yeah Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines It's time, oh-ohI don't know about you But I'm feeling 22 Everything will be alright if You keep me next to you You don't know about me But I'll bet you want to Everything will be alright if We just keep dancing like we're 22, 22

23.-ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

24.-ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ! ʙʏ ʏᴜɴɢʙʟᴜᴅ

Come hold my hand Hold it tight We're in a weird time of life Don't wreck your brain It'll be alright We're in a weird time of life

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Top 10 places to visit in Italy

Italy is a lovely country, globally loved for providing an eclectic combination of visitor attractions. Vacationers, on one hand, love to enjoy the amazing Roman ruins of Pompeii, Rome, and Herculaneum, and on the other, can’t resist traveling to Venice and Tuscany for his or her romantic appeal.

The USA is likewise regarded for its natural sights and scenic landscapes that ship you to any other world. They are spellbinding, charming, and dumbfounding to mention the least. Virtually words don’t do justice at all. You obtain to see them trust us. However, we gained will let you get lost in the maps!

Right here are the pinnacle 10 cities, which might be additionally the pinnacle hubs of vacationer locations in Italy, which are sinfully excellent. You just can’t face up to their seduction!

Earlier than we go to the information, a quick look at the grandeur of top traveler locations in Italy!

1. Tuscany – You simply can’t leave out the greens here!

Tuscany has continually been the center of enterprise, art, and politics in Europe. The various maximum lovely locations to visit in Italy, the town also received a whole lot of prominence as a primary metropolis of the Renaissance length. Great work of artwork can be seen and loved via the art fans coming to this city. Tuscany is also famous for its notable crafts. Substances used to create awesome craft gadgets are timber, metallic, leather-based, marble, and more.

Key attractions: The Gallery of Uffizi acknowledged for its extremely good museums, treasures, palaces, and churches; excellent perspectives of Siena and the Palio; the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa and Piazza Dei Miracoli for his or her particular architecture; beautiful villages; and the scenic vineyards of Chianti.

Fine time to go to September – October, and April – June

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3. Italian Lake District – The metropolis of lakes and fashionistas

Positioned in Italy’s Northern area, the Italian Lake District is known for its stunning lakes. This location has been one of the well-known Italian traveler places since the Roman instances. Each year, a large variety of tourists visit this stunning destination to admire and revel in its lovely scenic locales, Lake Garda and Lake Como. The destination is likewise recognized for its actual Italian cuisine and is frequented by fashionistas to explore the boutiques.

Key attractions: Lake Garda, Lake Como, Lake, Lake Lugano, Lake Maggiore, Lake Orta, Mediaeval castles, Renaissance Palazzi, fishing villages, and the craggy peaks of Dolomites

A pleasant time to go to September and May

4. Sicily – Wandering in the ruins is amusing too!

Sicily is the most popular tourist destination in Italy for its ancient Greek ruins. The vacation spot has been ruled by Romans, Vandals, Byzantines, Arabs, and Ostrogoths. The glimpses in their rule can be still visible in the ruins. The stays of the Norman generation's notable architectural achievements additionally attract a wide variety of traffic. The duration architecture is the most important appeal inside the metropolis and is appreciated by site visitors who wish to know more about the bygone technology and its triumphs.

Key points of interest: the Aeolian Islands, Agrigento archaeological website online a.K.The Valley of Temples, the well-known cathedral Cefalu, the hilltop town Erice, Mount Etna, and the Nebrodi Mountains

5. Cinque Terre – Witness a few thoughts-blowing sunsets right here!

Referred to as “The 5 Lands”, Cinque Terre is one of the prettiest needs to see places in Italy. Beautiful vistas at the rugged coastline of Sicily are well worth admiring. The five fishing villages are related through taking walks trails and exploring them is a great concept. Furthermore, this entire region has been declared as a UNESCO international historical past website online.

Key sights: Vernazza fishing village for its cliff, twelfth Century Manarola fishing village for its Groppo and Ruins of Fortifications, Monterosso village for its church buildings and Monastery, Riomaggiore village for its craggy hills, Corniglia for its 382 stars, and The 12 km Blue course

Fine time to go to March – July

6. Amalfi Coast – A absolutely distinctive vacation spot

Amalfi Coast is one of the most exclusive European destinations, recognized for its ecstatic coasts bordering the Mediterranean Sea. It's miles perfect for exploring nature's marvels in Italy. Positano and Fiordo of Furore are places placed close by and call for quite a time to experience its wonderful sights.

Key sights: astonishing perspectives from Ravello, an implementing and attractive cathedral of Duomo, Spiaggia di Arechi, and the 8th century Salerno citadel

Best time to go to July and August

7. Milan – A spell-binding fashion hub

Italy’s most cosmopolitan city, Milan is famous for soccer and style. The destination is likewise regarded for its herbal points of interest and fashion shows that are prepared two times a yr. The city witnesses the influx of shoppers, designers, and supermodels from all around the world at some stage in the shows. An extremely good thought to the global fashion designers, Milan is absolutely some of the locations to see in Italy.

Key sights: The famous Basilica Sant’Ambrogio devoted to Milan’s client saint, the huge Cemetery of some of the tremendous celebrities of the place, Piazza Mercanti administrative center of Milan, pieces of artwork on the Pinacoteca di Brera, and the twelfth century Navigli Lombardi canal

Great time to go to: past due September – October, and March – might also

8. Pompeii – A walk down the lanes of records

Placed near the Mount Vesuvius foothills, Pompeii is a historical metropolis, and around 80 BC, the vacation spot became a prime port metropolis. Numerous websites offer glimpses of the Roman rule over the metropolis, that's a UNESCO World history website these days. Its discovery within the year 1748 supplied plenty of statistics about the erstwhile Roman Empire. Humans like to visit this city and explore the properly-preserved ruins to find out more about this city.

Key attractions: Antiquarium museum that gives a lot of information about this fabled metropolis, discussion board Roman metropolis square, Temple of Jupiter constructed on a raised 3-meter base, Teatro Grande, Teatro Piccolo, ancient Stabian Baths, and residence of Menander

best time to visit: April

9. Venice – The floating town

View of the Rio Marin Canal with boats and gondolas from the Ponte de la Bergami in Venice

Venice – the floating metropolis – draws a large number of travelers all-spherical the year. However, its splendor and romantic gondola rides make it the quality of most of the places to go to in Italy for a honeymoon. Many canals are crisscrossing thru the town. The time when the vacation spot witnesses a surge of travelers is throughout Carnevale. Humans sporting colorful costumes and masks are worth watching in their glory. The city is replete with loads of churches, cathedrals, theaters, and art galleries.

Key attractions: Piazza San Marco aka the Drawing Room of Europe using Napoleon, housing St Mark’s Basilica, Doge’s Palace, Torre dell Orologio clock tower, Scuola Grande di San Rocco, and the Grand Canal

Nice time to visit: late February – Early may additionally

10. Rome – The town of affection

Rome, with its stunning attractions and points of interest, is a far cherished destination amongst die-difficult romantics. It has loads of museums, artwork galleries, and theaters that provide perception into its wealthy culture and ancient past. A few of the pleasant locations to visit in Italy with your own family, Rome lets the site visitors understand more about the development of Western Civilization, the boom and progress of Christianity, and the deep-rooted history of the archeological websites.

Key sights: St Peter’s Basilica is known to be the largest and grandest church within the globe, Roman Empire’s famous Colosseum with an ability to accommodate 55,000 spectators, Piazza Navona fountains constructed inside the seventeenth century, Pantheon built using Emperor Hadrian in the memory of Pagan Gods, and Trevi Fountain

Nice time to go to October – April

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Fighters To Lover (3)

~Aaron Pevensie, the sibling who stayed in Narnia, the one who’d rather fight in a war and die with honor then sit in school and learn about a war without fighting in one, infected with a curse, causing her to live forever, becoming the burden to herself and never loving again

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“We’ll camp here for the night, i’ll go get wood to make a fire,” Caspian shouted stopping his steed, I copied him jumping off and looking around the flat field we were apon, trees surrounded us.

“Yeah you go do that, i’ll deal with the steeds,” I huffed closing my robe again and taking the leads of both the horses, leading them to a nice shaded spot. “Didn’t know your prince could be so stubborn,” I mumbled wrapping the leads around the steddy trees.

“Princess Aaron,” The tree leave messenger called out, I turned around and smiled. “McAlester as sent a message, he would like you back at the castle,rumors are spread and you’ll need to speak to your people,”

I shook my head and thought of a reply. “Tell McAlester he is in charge well I am away, he knows he duties of protecting the castle, I will send him daily messages to let him know i’m alive, thank you,” I nodded my heads at the leaves that flew away.

“I told you, your wanted in your kingdom,” Caspian said walking out of the forest with sticks and wood in his hands.

“Yeah well learn to not be nosy and listen to other people's conversations,” I huffed grabbing the large rocks at my feet and bringing them to the middle of the clearing. “You could help me you know?” I asked.

“No, I think you’ve got it,” Caspian chuckled piling the wood in the middle of the rocks I placed, I walked back towards the rock pile, grabbing them again and making a nice circle.

“The suns setting, Narnia sunsets are beautiful, you think so?” I asked closing my robe again and facing my body towards the sunset.

“I think so, the view in my room was never the best, even at the top of the castle,” Caspian said starting a fire. “And then there was light,” He chuckled making me smile.

“I’ve been alive for three-hundred years, in those three hundred years i’ve never seen a sunset like this,” I smiled watching the sky turn from pink to purple, fading into eachother, minutes passed and the sky turned a blue, shading darker until the sky had fallen.

“Goodnight Princess Aaron,” Caspian said shifting to the other side of the fire and laying down, I stayed sitting up and watched the sky a bit longer, prying my eyes off I copied his actions.

“Goodnight Prince Caspian,” I whispered facing my body towards the fire, when the flames had gotten to the right angry it had litten up Caspian face, his eyes were open and he was looking into the sky.

“Close your eyes, we have a long way to go,” Caspian said, I smiled to myself, letting my eyes drift into the sky, a shooting star passed by just before I closed my eyes, slowly drifting me to sleep. The sound of the wind rusted my ears, sending me into a sleep, warm and comfortable.

“Should we wake her you think?” The voice of Trufflehunter said, I shot my eyes open grabbing my sword and shooting it forward, just a little before Trufflehunter face. “It’s just us Princess, don’t kill us!” he yelped.

“What is going on?” Caspian croaked, I dropped my sword and fell back to the ground. “What are you two doing here?”

“We’re here to get our friend back, if your going to Tremarine to get him then we’re going to,” Nikabrik said smiling.

“That’s fine, we’re walking the rest of the way anyways,” I huffed shooting my head towards where the horses had laid. “Their gone, it’s my fault,”

“We better get a move on then,” Caspian said jumping up, I watched his hand lean down to me. “Just repaying the offer,” He chuckled, I grabbed his hand and got up.

“Thanks,”I brushed off my robe and covered myself up, learned a routine. “Which way?” I asked Caspian.

“Follow me,” I looked back at Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, they shrugged their shoulder and the three of us followed the prince.

“You know where you're going right, you hit your head pretty hard, I don’t wanna be lost with Scavengers running around,” Trufflehunter asked Caspian walked beside him.

“Scavengers are the least of our problems, run!” I shouted pushing Nikabrik and Trufflehunter in front of me, Telmarine soldiers were standing guard with crossbows in their hands, having them run infront, the familiar sound of arrows flying across my head never seize to amaze me.

“Ugh!” Trufflehunter shouted falling to the ground, I fell quickly after him, covering him, feeling arrows dig into my back.

“We’re gonna run okay,” I whispered winching in pain, I scooped Trufflehunter up in my arms and stood up running to Caspian who looked at me in fear and Nikabrik who hid beside a tree.

“What is going on?” Caspian yelled to me, I dropped Trufflehunter and fell to the ground, the screams of the guardsmen from Telmarine brought us to all of our attention, I looked at Nikabrik who walked over towards me.

“Ahhhhhh!” I heard the scream of Reepicheep echoed, knocking Caspian down. “Pick up your sword fool!”

“Your a ugh mouse,” Caspian said confusinly

“Reepicheep stop,” I huffed winching in pain. “He’s a good guy,”

“This’ll hurt,” Nikabrik warned, I grabbed the ground in pain, my eyes tears up. “I’m sorry Aaron,” I heard him say.

“How are you not dead?” Caspian asked rolling over towards me. “Or passed out,”

“I’m about to be if you don’t stop talking,” I winched closing my eyes. “I have my secrets, and i’d rather you keep this a secret,”

“It’s done, let me see your back,” Nikabrik asked, I slipped off my robe and rolled the back of my shirt up, Caspian left my side and sat up.

“It’s like nothing happened,” I heard him whispered. “I know what this is, i’ve read about it, i’ve just never seen it,”

“Please stop Caspian,” I asked falling to the ground still in a bit of pain. “This will ruin the kingdom if they find out,” I huffed.

“She’s right, she’d be feared by everyone, now please Nikabrik, take this arrow out of me,” Trufflehunter asked.

“McAlester sent me looking out for you,” Reepicheep said walking into my vision. “You’ve seemed to be doing just fine,” I smirked.

“I am, just a little trouble you know, but i’ll be fine,” I smiled placing my hands on the ground and helping myself up again. “Caspian I trust you you’ll keep this to yourself, for my sake and yours’“

“I will, you can trust me princess Aaron, we both want the same thing,” Caspian said making me smile.

“Well let’s go now!” Trufflehunter said catching the both of our attention. “We’ve still got a ways to go, i’d like my friend back,”

“Hey do you guys hear that?” Caspian asked looking around. “It sounds like people,” he paused. “Nevermind,”

“Just crazy I see, not surprised,” I joked following Trufflehunter back the way we were going. “Reepicheep,” I said picking up the mouse from the ground. “Meet Caspian, prince Caspian,”

“Nice to meet you,” Reepicheep said bowing. “You’ve caused my princess quiet enough trouble the past couple days,”

“She’s a stubborn one, I tried to sent her back,” Caspian said making me smile. “Stay here, i’ll be right back, I swear I hear something,” The four of us watched Caspian pull out is sword and walk up a hill.

“I’ll be right back, you stay with my friends okay,” I whispered to Reepicheep, before he had time to disagree I pulled out my sword, following Caspian who was long gone.

The sound of two swords clashing together causing me to run faster, I closed my robe and ran up the hill, coming to a outway where Caspian stood fighting with Peter.

“Peter stop!” I screamed running forwards and pointing my sword. “Stop it, he’s a friend!” I shouted.

“Aaron?” Peter question, Caspian looked at Peter then at me. “You haven’t age a day sissy,” He yelled running towards me and bringing me into a hug.

“I’ve missed you, and needed you, ruling Narnia isn’t a one woman job,” I chuckled wrapping my arms around him.

“Aaron!” I heard Lucy call out, I let go of Peter and took Lucy into a hug, Edmund and Susan ran over joining in. I watched a little dwarf come out beside her, recognizing him at Trumpkin.

“What happened here?” Susan asked brushing off her dress, I tilted my head then realized that had been at the castle.

“Ruling a kingdom isn’t so easy,” I chuckled smiling at my older sister. “Some people turned rouge, animals turned into their wild side,” I shrugging my shoulders.

“There's a war coming through, I don’t think we should go to Telmarine anymore,” Caspian said walking beside me.

“Fine, then we go back to the castle, we regroup and we talk about this warn, i’ve got the people and animals on my side,” I said turning to Caspian. “You’ll rule here, you guide the people, along with his us, joining at king of Narnia,” I suggested putting my hand out.

“I can do that,” Caspian said shaking my hand. “We take back Telmarine from my uncle, Narnia shouldn’t live in fear of constant guardsmen killing the innocence,”

“Then come on, the council will already be mad that i’ve defid them, I think they’ll forgive me for bringing you guys back,” I smiled turning to my siblings.

“I found your steds,” Reepicheep said walking up the hill, he jumped beside me, Trufflehunter and Nikabrik were guiding the black and white steeds, including a four colored horses, recognizing them as the ones Susan, Peter, Edmund and Lucy left Narnia with.

“This’ll be fun,” Caspian whispered pulling our horses together. “We can do this together, and with their help,”

“Yeah, we can, I was born to fight,” I smiled jumping onto my house and leaning forward. “Your gonna love the castle,” I joked knowing that Caspian was gonna get put down.

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RobStar Week 2020-Fantasy AU

Hello my fellow RobStar lovers, welcome back to day 4 of RobStar week!!

I’m not going to lie, writing fantasy is not my strong suit. I had a difficult time trying to think of a story and then realized I had already wrote part of this story on day 1 of RobStar week.

As always, please make sure to read my following RobStar works from his week, for they all are connect. and yes, even this one in some weird way.

And if you are more inclined to read it elsewhere, here is the link to my FF.Net

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13635654/3/RobStar-Week-2020-All-Works)

Happy reading!

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Once upon a time….

Deep within the wooded forest of Jumpion, lives a princess that never knew life outside her castle. Her father, King Myand’r, refused to let his youngest daughter run around with peasants. He had lost his eldest two children to the plague years ago, leaving his young Koriand’r as his only heir.

She would spend her days painting the flowers in the meadow or reading her books down by the pond. This was one of her favorite places to be. Sitting near the water was a place where she could lose herself in thought and watch the small ducks quack.

But as day turns to night, the young princess would lay out on her blanket and count the stars. They were her only friends. The stars would sing to her, they would change their alignment in the sky for her, and they always followed her as she’d dance around the pond. The princess would stay there for a few hours before her father would send his royal guards to collect the daydreamer and bring her back to her quarters.

One night, while the princess was fast asleep, the stars noticed a lone prince walking the deep forests of Jumpion. He was a broad shouldered man with black hair and bright blue eyes.

The stars were enamored with the prince and started to follow him, curious as to where he was heading. They watched as the prince walked through the meadow, stopping to pick different colored tulips. He pulled them together in a bouquet, and tied them together with a piece of ribbon.

He continued down the hill to the pond, careful not to step on the beautiful flowers along the path. He settled down under a tree, shading him from the moonlight.

The prince leaned back against the tree and looked up at the stars, noticing they were glittering more than usual.

Have they always been this close?

The prince shook his head and remembered why he was here.

The flowers, they’re for her.

He thinks back to when he first saw her a week ago. She’d been laying near the pond at sunset. He watched as the setting sun casted a glow against her deeply tan skin. The last few rays made her deep auburn hair come to life, radiating like fire. As the moon rose the reflection wrinkled in the pond, basking the swimming swan in moonlight. At the cool water’s edge, the swan caught the attention of the princess long enough for the prince to watch her closely.

The prince was quickly taken by the young princess, but did not know of her name.

From afar, he watched her paint the flowers in the meadow with delicacy. Making sure to grasp each flower in her view. Other days he’d see her sitting under this very tree on a purple blanket reading for hours.

But at night, it was when he truly saw her alive.

After the sun would set, she’d sing to the stars, encouraging them to do the same. As the stars aligned in the sky, the princess would let herself be silly and dance under the moonlight. He loved the carefree laugh she would let out as she twirled around the pond. Her hair would fall out of its pins, causing ringlets to grace her face.

He never had seen anyone as beautiful.

The prince decided it was best to leave her gifts, a way to communicate with her. He did not know if she was already betrothed; he would not step on another prince’s toes for the princess’s affections.

But he won’t miss his chance for her to be his.

The prince stayed by the pond for a few more minutes before leaving the bouquet by the tree with a letter.

My Dearest Princess,

I have traveled far from Gothomia to see the beautiful dragons of Jumpion. Upon my travels, a fortnight ago, I saw you dancing with the stars. I have never seen a woman so beautiful unto now.

I have heard of your beauty from across the land. The redheaded princess with emeralds eyes. But those rumors have done you no justice for the real beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

And that I will cherish.

I wish to know your name, your majesty. For I know the beauty of your face but not a name to call thee by.

I shall pray to the lord for us to meet. But unto that fated day, for I believe the stars have brought me to you. I will wait, and bestow you gifts as a form of my affections.

-Prince Richard

Princess Koriand’r was speechless by the time she finish her letter from the prince. She had be unaware of someone walking among her grounds. Her father would be most displeased to hear of an intruder, especially one after his daughter’s affections.

She picked up the bouquet to smell the lovely tulips, noticing he had picked her favorite ones. They were a bright yellow with an ombre of red at the ends of the each pedal. They reminded her of the sun and its warmth.

Clutching the tulips to her chest, Princess Koriand’r makes her back to the castle to speak with the her family witch, Raven.

She traveled down the stoned hallways to the lower part of the castle. This is where most of the royal guard would retire for the night, but there was a special room located at the far end of the hallway.

Before the princess knocked on the door, the witch waved it open and gestured for the princess to enter.

“Hello, your majesty. Have you come to ask about the prince?” Raven drawled as she floated over to her tea pot and poured hot tea into two cups.

The princess stands there motionless, surprised that the witch knew what she needed.

“Raven, I require the assistance with locating Prince Richard of Gothomia.”

Raven handed the princess a hot cup of tea and gestured for her to take a seat at her reading table. She summoned her crystal ball and started chanting.

“Azarath Matrion Zinthos…Azarath Matrion Zinthos….”

The longer she chanted the more the image on the crystal ball changed to display the image of a dashing prince.

“He is quite glorious…” Princess Koriand’r muttered, enthralled that such a charming man wanted her affections.

“Princess?” Koriand’r looked up to Raven.

“Yes?”

Raven waved her hands and the crystal ball vanishes, causing the princess to frown. “I cannot lead him to you, for the stars will let that happen. Trust them, and you will find your prince.”

“How long?” She asks.

Raven smirks as she pulls the hood of her cloak over her head, “Soon.”

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For the last three week Princess Koriand’r has stumbles upon the many gifts left by Prince Richard. Between the time she had spent with Raven up until now, she has done all she could to find out more about her dear prince.

She learns that he had helped to defeat the trolls that raided the lower kingdoms of Keystonia. He is considered a master of dragons, for he has trained with them in the far off lands of Romania. A land that the princess believed to be oceans away.

He is what they called a renaissances man; skilled in many ways, artistic and intelligent. The complete package to any swooning princess.

The last few weeks he has left her many notes inquiring more about her. She looked forward to seeing the small paper settled at the base of the tree ever so often. And the gifts.

The gifts.

Her favorite is the necklace she wears around her neck. She blushed thinking of his words and the reasoning for the gift.

‘I was unable to resist this necklace, it reminded me of your intoxicating eyes. The eyes that draw me in day after day, wanting to see them up close.’

In turn, she left him notes and on occasion a gift of her own.

My Dearest Prince,

I pray to X’hal this note finds you well.

My father has grown concern for my changed behavior, he believes I have fallen ill…

But fret not, the only illness that plagues my being is my love for you. For I yearn to meet thee one evening under the moon…

Until we may dance under the stars, I will think of you and only you my dear prince.

With love,

Princess Koriand’r

That night, she left him a painting of them dancing under the stars.

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After another week has passed, the princess grew worry that Prince Richard has moved on and no longer loved her. It had been too long since she last heard from him. Even with the help of Raven, she could not see where the prince has gone.

It was as if he never existed at all.

But Raven knew better, if the fates had it, she would be blind to the world. But if she could not see where Prince Richard has gone, it means their time apart is coming to an end.

Raven reassures the princess that all will work out and to go up to bed.

Princess Koriand’r spent her night confiding in the stars telling them of all her secrets. From the love letters to the gifts, she poured her heart out to the stars to grant her a wish.

“X’hal, hear my voice. For the prince I wish to see tonight.”

After watching the stars stay stationed in the sky, she sighed and decided it was best to retire for the night.

Before she was ready to blow out her candle, the smallest star appeared before her.

It circled her room leaving stardust around causing the princess to jump from her bed and follow it out. Moving swiftly from the castle, quiet not to alarm the royal guards, the princess followed the star through the meadow down to the pond. The star hung midair traveling across the pond for where it met its twin.

Princess Koriand’r stood still as she watched Prince Richard walk up to the pond’s edge, staring at the two stars meeting in the middle of the pond.

“Princess?” she heard him call for her. She smiled so bright that he swore he saw her eyes glow. She ran around the pond as he made his way towards her.

“Prince Richard!” She threw herself into his arm and twirled her around.

He sets her down gently and cups her face, meeting her gaze for the first time.

“I told you I wanted to see your eyes up close.” He rested his forehead against her’s feeling himself become whole.

She wraps her arms around his neck and starts to slowly move them, swaying under the moonlight.

“And I told you we’d dance under the stars.”

#RobStar Week #RobStar #Robin #Starfire #Fantasy AU #day 4

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someoneoutofthisworld · 4 years

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Jaehyungparkian fic rec 4

I'll Call You Pretty, Darling by teenuviel1227

The one where CEO Brian is always in control and on top of everything--and when things get stressful, it’s only his Sexytary Jae who can undo him.

Like It Or Not by daehwisdays (ataezingkookie)

Jae never thought he'd see Brian again, not after everything that happened.

But he has shitty friends and makes shitty decisions, and somehow ends up handcuffed to his ex for 24 hours.

or literally just the buzzfeed 'handcuffed to your ex for 24 hours' video, with added fluff, angst, and a dash of smut.

Kiss Me On The Mouth & Set Me Free by teenuviel1227

The one where Jae wants to ask a girl out, Brian teaches him how to kiss--and well, Jae learns more than just that.

Daydream by mworadeno

For God's sake, Brian only wanted a cup of coffee to wake him up after staying up all night, not an impossibly huge crush - which is absolutely not true, maybe a tiny one, not huge - on this cute barista who doesn't even know his name.

We Watched The Sunset Over The Castle On The Hill by teenuviel1227

Jae’s pretty much given up on looking for his soulmate--anyway, it isn’t so bad perpetually looking young when all of your friends have begun to look their age. Anyway, it’s a pretty good life being Jae Park aka yellowpostitman, one of the world’s most famous singer-songwriters. Sure, he’d made his fortune on a song about looking for his soulmate, but he kind of likes that irony. Brian hasn’t given up because Brian never even started looking. A soulmate: someone to whom you’re automatically tied to sounds like his worst nightmare. He loves being the youngest CEO in the world by default, has never understood why other people would let someone hold them back like that. They’re both fine, both content, both just happy to be who they are--and then, of course, they meet.

Or the soulmate AU where people stop aging at 18 and only begin again once they meet their soulmate.

oh, the things i do for you by softtofustew

when jae runs out of ideas for his youtube channel, jaesix, brian helps him, because brian loves jae too much. duh.

FIC REC 1 2 3 4

#jaehyung #jaehyungparkian #jaehyungparkian fic rec #fic rec #mine #day6 #day6 brian #young k #day6 jae

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guylty · 4 years

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Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

#Daniel Miller #Guy of Gisborne #John Thornton #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

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thefranciscotts · 4 years

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Monsanto

You will be pleased to know that we did not visit the evil gmo corporation but instead went to the most portuguese Portuguese town in Portugal (so the writeups say ..) I was completely blown away by this little mountain-side town. It has gigantic boulders that the houses for the 800 inhabitants for the town has been built around. The main draw card is a castle built in the 1100′s high up on the hill used as a look out during the troubles with Spain. The first settlement dates back to the Romans and the second century - the rest is ancient history or so they say. We spent the afternoon gazing down over the land below, drinking craft cider and wandering around the ruins and the town. This is definitely somewhere i would like to stay overnight and watch the sunrise and the sunset. My number one town in Portugal i have been to this far <3

#2020 #portugal #monsanto

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themightyboosh · 4 years

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the rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people u want to know better

tagged by @heart-dyke thank uuu 💞

nickname: i have... a lot ahah but ummm mainly kate (if i allow it) or katie by a bunch of my family, and then my mom usually calls me either munks or funny monkey or loulee, my dad calls me kk or monkey, my godmom (and also my mom) calls me spooks, my nieces and nephews call me na-na, and one of my friends calls me applesauce. ta daaaaa ٩◔‿◔۶

zodiac sign: gemini baybee

height: 5′3″ and a half and DON’T forget the half

hogwarts house: ravenclaw BAYBEE

last thing i googled: .....lmaooo “why does eating apples make me feel tired”

song stuck in my head: for some reason it’s blurry by puddle of mudd

following & followers: 130 (i rly need to follow more) & wouldn’t u love to know

amt of sleep i get: either 2 hours or 10 hours there’s no in between

lucky #s: 22, 666, derf

dream job: getting paid just for existing

wearing: black t-shirt, black leggings, black socks, and a giant blanket burritoed around me

favorite songs: oh buckle up... if we’re talking currently: daphne blue by the band camino, i think i’m okay by mgk, higher by creed, in the fade by third eye blind, sea sick by binki, don’t stop now by dua lipa, june after dark by elliot root ... if we’re talking all time: shimmer by fuel, glycerine by beck, fade into you by mazzy star, cities in dust by siouxsie and the banshees, (don’t fear) the reaper by böc, enjoy the silence by depeche mode, first cool hive by moby, build god then we’ll talk by p!atd, slide by the goo goo dolls, swing life away by rise against, soul to squeeze by rhcp, knockin’ on heaven’s door by bob dylan

instruments: i begged my mom to let me play the violin and then i never showed up for my lessons and pretended to play every time we had a concert and i got kicked out of orchestra lmao

aesthetic: i really do not know what this means so i’m just gonna mish mash and wing it. nineties everything, emo stoner witch, halloween night, bowling alley carpets, the y2k scare, late summer nights sitting outside listening to the crickets and some crackily radio station, hotel pools after hours, pink and purple sunsets, teetering stacks of books all over the place, infomercials playing at 3AM in between reruns of old game shows, pink bathrooms, mysterious occult collections behind hidden bookcase doors, lava lamps, the giant spooky gothic castle on the top of a hill with a convenient perpetual thunderstorm above it that every vampire lives in, aliens, vaporwave, darkwave, cryptidcore

random facts: i have an entire nightmare before christmas collection but i don’t actually like watching the movie. i love ham cold cuts but i hate cooked ham. my favorite band is and always will be PRE-split panic! at the disco. when i was younger i went to taco bell so much that they knew my order at 3 separate taco bells. i unironically love the song blue (da ba dee). i once drank 6 monsters in a row to impress a guy and then we really did end up dating. my favorite fictional character of all time is tinker bell. i do not like any of my food to touch on my plate and i won’t eat it if it does. i have an intolerance to literally all alcohol. lady gaga was and continues to be my first follower on twitter but i have never followed her on twitter. i only ever got sent to the principal’s office twice and one of those times was in 4th grade because i yelled “fuck” in the hallway.

i’m tagging @catsbrak @eddie-kas @datingdonovan @jortsbian @rosegoldrichie @lovclvb @eddiebrak @teeneddie @blooddries @7-losers @yousloppybtch @reddie4thesinbin @eddieswetdream @thelosersof89 i....dk how many that is but anyway y’know just if ya wanna, and anyone else who wants to do it, i’m ur pal and i tagged u in spirit ◔◡◉

#sryy it is long but i donut wanna do a read more ;(#about me

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