#And with this

[ebb-n-fl0w]

Life is overflowing with surprises, isn't it? He's stuck somewhere unfamiliar with the salty sea breeze billowing through his ebony tresses, and languages spoken in foreign tongues. He would love to ask someone for directions, but his own timid nature held him back. What can an Aegir from Gran Faro possibly ask? "Hey... do you know how I can get back to Iberia?"

Would anyone even know what Jordi spoke of? Probably not. But all he can hear is the lullaby of relentless ocean waves, along with the familiar longing associated with the world underneath the ocean's surface. A child of the sea born on dry land, deprived of his true origins. What draws him here is the local dock.

Oh... it seems like this location is occupied. Tongue clicking against his teeth, the Iberian ponders the possibility of looking elsewhere for answers. But what should be a question of location turns into something else entirely.

❝ Umm... Doña . What is the sea like? ❞

It's true- without a confident voice and a willingness to stand out, the commonfolk would sweep by him, casually going about their day. It's like this place has completely fallen out of touch with reality, and no one bats an eye... it's a sad sight, in some way.

But he made the right choice, heading to the docks.

And he wouldn't be alone, as he can tell. Someone sat by the edge of the water, staring out into the distance, like she was searching for something. Idly swaying her feet, distracted and deep in thought, she'd jump just a little when spoken to- Suina looked over her shoulder, her moment spent figuring out who this might be... then giving up.

Few people came to the docks, and the ones who did either had a purpose for doing so... or they were like her. She ponders his question for a moment:

"... it's rugged, and full of unpredictable things. Impossible things. But it's all still very beautiful despite it... at times something scary comes out of it, but you can face the worst of something good and still know it is..."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted back to the water... before shaking herself.

"Oh- jeez, listen to me- hello, I'm Suina. And you... look a little lost, huh?"

[anitalianfrie]

Kicking my feet and giggling looking at bez's soft smile in his last tiktok (I'm clinically unwell)

[viapencil]

Lunar Eclipse?? - @grollow <3

I made these two illustrations… about 2 months ago!!! (yes the truth, many things happened and I couldn't publish them, not to say that I forgot them but better late than never) and what better than a Fanfick of the beautiful Ashy <3 <3

The dialogues are in the one that more or less said the ecenas, sorry for the incongruities, I'm not a writer I make pretty drawings <:S

[hurricane-fam-guess-the-url]

mh...

the only ones I have yet to guess are levis and robyn, and the only aliases remaining are 🌝 and frank....

🌝 fav link is hyrule, frank's is four....

robyn once started a "draw your blorbo" post with four, so fae might be frank... @luckybyrdrobyn ?

@howl-at--the-sun ..... I'm 100% going on exclusion here but are you 🌝?

-apple juice/circus

[divineei]

it’s only 10am bro i didn’t need this

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

me spreading my georcy agenda to anyone who will listen like. look at my posts boy

[ID: an edit of the “plague be upon ye” eminem meme. in the center is a screencap from episode 8 of lockwood & co. lucy and george are in the catacombs, lucy is resting her head on george’s shoulder, george is missing his glasses and smiling, and they’re both looking up. the image is captioned “woe/georcy be upon ye” end ID]

[dietlemonadee]

wy, i hope you know i love you

[bigshoeswamp]

Who are you in a relationship: a) the one that throws the smiling and blushing bug in a fight with your wife b) the wife

[misskamelie]

Musicians should have the obligation to see different kinds of environments to avoid falling into elitism

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

You CAN'T get rid of me.

Balls

[undescribed1mage]

Everything is so dead😔(it's 4:41 and everyone else is asleep)

[allisonreader]

I have to share this.

My grandmother who I've never met, but could be easily mistaken for and the same goes for my mom. If you've seen one of us, you've seen all of us.

My mom just sent me this picture tonight and it's honestly the best picture I've seen of her. At least one of the youngest so that I can actually see the resemblance.

[requiem626k]

I’m reading La Symphonie Pastorale from André Gide at the moment, and it’s really making me appreciate BSD’s skill in characterisation once again. I know that he didn’t even have that big of a screentime, but still, the main character (the Priest) feels so much like him with his internalisation of religious values (if I’m not remembering wrong, BSD Gide used to cite parts from the Bible) and wanting to do good, but not always being able to think of the consequences it will have on the others around him.

and the incorporation of Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony in the story personally has my heart too 😭❤️

[greeksorceress]

no ‘cause i will stay until 3am awake thinking about how johnny cade’s death shook me so much when i first read about it and how much it continues to hurt. because when i think about it, i can’t help but feel like he was literally robbed of his life, and we were robbed of seeing him and ponyboy grow up together and stay together no matter what. 

can’t stop thinking about how ponyboy never got to see johnny’s slow but sure recovery and how johnny missed all the support and love from the gang and all the all-nighters they all pulled thinking that they could lose johnny at any moment given if they so much dared to close their eyes. 

we missed ponyboy reading book after book for months to keep johnny company, to keep him motivated, to keep him away from intrusive thoughts and harmful situations. we never got to see the late nights they stayed up smoking and trying to not talk about the trauma and pain they went through during those damned days and bringing up the topic at all costs altogether. 

we never got to see johnny getting better and dally feeling reassured about that, about the fact that the both of them are there and are okay and they'll keep moving forward one way or another. we couldn’t get to see johnny and pony graduating and pony packing his bags to go to college to another state and johnny and him embracing by the train not as a goodbye but as a ‘we’re gonna see each other in three months, don’t cry’. 

 johnny could never take his chance at making a life for himself and learning to love his own persona, moving away from his parents with the help of the gang and start working to earn his own money and feeling accomplished and cherished by his friends and finally feeling like he’s worth all he’s getting. 

and we never got to see pony and him exchanging letters with lengthy updates and johnny giving him a little piece of the gang in each folded piece of paper he sent in pony’s way, and the awaited reunions by the station house during christmas or spring break or summer holidays. 

and what hurts the most, irrevocably, is that nobody got to see johnny grow up and fall in love and make new friendships and live adventures as well as mundane moments in life and have his own path to follow freely. and yes, this is what pains me the most when i think about it, that the gang and us never got to see johnny having a future, nobody got to see johnny growing up. 

and i think about what we could have gotten after the events of the book, about pony growing up without his best friend and missing all the things they could have done and become, and missing those letters and those reunions and those books and those stories. and maybe he would have fulfilled his wishes and would have got himself a college degree and a nice job and a family of his own one day, with the memories of who no longer were there anymore falling upon him as a foggy cluster, that one denim jacket never used again and the lot always empty and cold.