#maybe that for August too….

[cherryview]

my favourite clothes is so perfectly august woa… you’re a genius… as can be expected 🫡

i feel like i can’t quite grasp what music fits august just yet so seeing something that feels so spot-on is fun! that said, if the songs i put down don’t quite fit, that’s why 😭

+ your recommendations are always spot on and i luv u. “i wanna be your favourite boy” 😭 like also all of it but. </3

++ a dream with a baseball player makes me think of gina/victoria! the way the song came about is so amusing. like i like the song but i feel like the story behind it makes it ever better GDJDHD

but! here are a bunch of songs for each of them. going to pretend it’s an even spread.

auggy: paul revere (noah kahan), tip toe (hybs), bloom (aidan bissett), j’s lullaby (delaney bailey), home (bruno major)

seven: waves (fiji blue), dial drunk (noah kahan), cocaine jesus (rks), rearview (brenn!), maple syrup (the backseat lovers)

row: kiss her you fool (kids that fly), honey hold me (the morningsiders), feel the same (the millenial club), so alright cool whatever (the happy fits), heartbreak girl+best friends+not in the same way+kill my time (5sos)

speaking of gina and 5sos… she’s empty wallets coded!!

also your taste is so good!!!!! i am putting these on a playlist and listening as we speak!!!

best friend has so many good lyrics… like what do you mean you still wanna break my heart and make me cry???

[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[klappert-art]

It's the heat haze day

[night-triumphantt]

I,,,, have @infamous-if brain rot so I threw another blorbo in there

Edit: here have some close ups bc tumblr destroyed the quality tf

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[elennemigo]

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★ The Roses starring Olivia Colman and Benedict Cumberbatch has wrapped production.

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★ Benedict Cumberbatch: My family, going grey and the joy of playing miserable roles. (cityam interview)

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★ Benedict and Olivia Colman seen on set, filming The Roses.

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★ Benedict sent a video to his friend Matt Haig, due to his last novel "The life impossible" being published.

✧ ── ⋅ FIN ⋅ ── ✧

[fantasykiri5]

Sorry but I’m just not going to pay attention to some of the bad kids’ canon heights. Some of them are listed as too damn tall (and Gorgug has 100 percent grown since freshman year) so have 80 million headcanons

Like you’re telling me Riz is supposed to be 4’4”?? That’s a tall ass goblin! That’s too big to be reasonably carted around on the others’ shoulders, no no, I’m making the executive decision to draw him as 3’9” - 3’11” from now on and you can’t stop me. I’d give him another inch or two by college and that’s it.

Kristen being 5’11”? NAH She’s 5’6”. BIG 5’6” energy right there.

Adaine and Fig didn’t have their heights listed on the wiki but I’m thinking Adaine is 5’10” and Fig is 5’4”. Or Fig is also 5’10” ish and takes after Gorthalax idk but I’m leaning towards short Fig.

Fabian can actually stay same as canon at 6’1”. Maybe grow an inch or two since freshman year but honestly his still works. He’s a year older than the others, prolly grew a little earlier and plateaued early-mid sophomore year, half-elf youth look and all that. I think he lied in introductions freshman year and was about 5’11” - 6’0” and grew over the year before the others could notice the discrepancy.

And Gorgug. Gorgug. You’re telling me he reached 6’4” in freshman year and didn’t keep growing?? Mother fucker he has to have hit at LEAST one growth spurt since, puberty does not hit that early in boys that he was done growing at 14/15. I’m thinking 6’8” or so by Junior Year so far, maybe another couple inches before graduating, maybe not.

[karouvas]

Peter by Taylor Swift / The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

[meamiiikiii]

kagepro day...

[ashipiko]

would you draw... a single august a3! 🤲

<3 of COURSE user augustmishas

WOULD AUGUST DO A THUMBS UP. sure hope so

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Something new under the sun - Phoenix

During the cat color tournament, I stumbled into a Russian maine coon breeder's, Natalia Yakhontova (Doma Yahontoff Maine Coons) facebook page (via this messybeast article which got updated since, and know includes phoenix on its own rights), and I found a very interesting, unique new color: phoenix.

The first phoenix cats were born in 2021 august to a black golden tortie mother and a black smoke father, and were believed to be particularly bright goldens.

The parents, Karamel Sanatacun and Ice Cream Dom Sapfiroff

According to the breeder:

в первом помете она дала трёх фениксов,трёх черепах,одного черного золотого кота и одного красного мраморного (In the first litter she [Karamel] gave birth to three phoenixes, three tortoiseshells, one black golden cat and one red blotched cat.)

Obama,a mystery-colored kitten from the first litter, and his siblings.

Along with Karamel, one of the kittens, Obama Iz Doma Yahontoff was tested for several known colors: chocolate and cinnamon, serdolic and amber, and got negative results for all. Obama started to grow up and he looked less and less like a golden cat:

He moved to the Dom Sapfiroff cattery and was paired several different females.

One of Obama's mates, Nicole Kidman of Lionsgate alone and together with Obama. According to the breeders working on the color they are both genetically red (the only difference is the phoenix mutation).

In the last year thanks to Obama the number of phoenix kittens went up quite a bit:

...but there's still too few cats to really understand how this mutation works. There's much too see in future, and I can't wait the learn about it!

[masterfuldoodler]

If half alive has 1000 fans I am one of them. If half alive has 1 fan, I am that fan

[dustyhyena]

in which august takes her flannel back and jay gets gay about it

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day Two: Immortals

TW: Major character death (sort of?), allusions to sex, vampires

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“Hell yeah, dudette.”

Maybe Argyle wasn’t the best person to ask about this after all, Stevie thought as she sipped on the final dregs of her vanilla latte. (Comped coffee was the only real perk to working at Starbucks. That, and spending time with Argyle.) 

Argyle hummed as he took a bite of his warmed-up pizza. “I’m pretty sure I was a dragonfly in my last life. Righteous, huh? Hey,” he said as he chewed (which, gross), “why do you ask?”

Stevie shrugged as she set her now-empty cup down. “I’ve just been having weird dreams lately.”

“Ooh, yeah, that’s totally a sign of a past life,” Argyle nodded emphatically. “What are you dreaming about?”

A man dressed in a suit but, like, an old suit, something out of one of those period pieces that her mom always used to watch when she got drunk. Long black curls that fell like water across his shoulders and back. A bejeweled cape, as black as the midnight sky.

Eyes as red as blood.

Teeth as sharp as knives.

“Hello, darling.”

“Just some guy.”

Argyle quirked his eyebrow as he took another large bite of pizza. “Just some guy, huh?”

“Yeah.”

No.

A manor in the far distant European countryside, teeming with life – or, rather, filled with a wide circle of those just like him: alluring, red-eyed and cold. Voices that lilted like music. Opulent rooms filled with beautiful people (if they were, in fact, people), entire ballrooms filled with nobility but she was not one of those guests: no. 

She was family.

And no matter the pedigree or riches of the hopeful young women that entered those rooms, his eyes never strayed from her.

“Was he, like, your boyfriend or something?”

Darkness broken by candlelight. Silken sheets, cool to the touch. Her skin on his skin that was cold, so cold, it should have been warm but her racing blood made up for it.

“Darling.”

“My one.”

“My only.”

“My love.”

And then, the soft bliss of ecstasy.

“I don’t know, something like that,” Stevie shrugged, her eyes nervously darting away from Argyle. “It just – it felt so real, you know?”

“Yeah? What part?”

Meeting in a garden – or was it a conservatory? Perhaps a shop along the street? Wearing a dress that she wouldn’t be caught dead in today (mainly due to the huge, layered skirts and corset.) A crooning voice holding a handkerchief out to her – “I believe this belongs to you” – and the owner’s smile setting her chest ablaze.

The blur of time in those gilded halls: dancing, laughing, making love, eating and drinking and being merry. Wishing in that moment, in that dream, that she could just stay there forever and ever.

The cold kiss of the blade as her father withdrew it from her chest. No apologies, only that they “could not risk it.” A roar of rage followed by the cool splatter of her father’s blood on her face.

Those same cold hands that grasped at her, murmuring prayers that she’d believed he’d forgotten.

“It’s okay, my love.”

“No, no,” her love’s voice swore as he tucked her head underneath his chin. “This is not the end! I will not allow it.

“I will find you again someday.

“I promise you that.”

“All of it.” She looked up and met Argyle’s eyes. “Kind of wish it was real.”

“Wishes are powerful things, man,” Argyle nodded solemnly. “Whoever this guy is, he’s going to come back to you. I can feel it.”

Stevie can’t stop herself from smiling. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Argyle grinned back at her before shoving the last of his pizza into his mouth. “I’m catching those energies big time.”

“You’re going to be catching something else if you two don’t head back onto the floor,” Keith interrupted, sticking his head in the door. “Your mandatory fifteen is up.”

“Pretty sure we’ve only been back here for ten.”

Someone hit the service bell near the register. Keith quirked his eyebrow at Stevie, completely unimpressed. “Well?”

Stevie shot Argyle a look before standing up. Argyle, bless his heart, was too sweet to ever say something rude to Keith. (Stevie’s not, but she sure as hell doesn’t want to lose this job.) “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,” she muttered, and she threw her emerald-green-corporate-mandated apron over her clothes. Keith barely moved out of the way, meaning she got a whiff of his perpetual nacho-cheese stink on the way to the register, and she barely had time to swallow down her disgust before passing through the swinging doors and entering the main room.

“Sorry about that,” Stevie said as she crossed over, quickly adjusting her nametag before glancing up. “How can I - ”

The man is dressed in a pair of torn yet obviously expensive black jeans with a matching black linen shirt. His leather jacket is as black as the midnight sky. Long black curls that fall like water across his shoulders and back shine underneath the store’s fluorescents. His eyes have an almost reddish tint, and when he smiles, his teeth are as sharp as knives.

“Someday,” Stevie breathed back to her love, the last word she spoke before diving into the darkness that follows life.

Someday. 

“Hello, darling.”

It looks like someday is today.

[fictionadventurer]

Things To Make August (the Month of Existential Dread) Bearable

Pray. A lot.

Plan little summer adventures.

Write a fun little retelling (and hopefully finish it).

Read an Elizabeth Goudge book (Book 3 of the Elliot trilogy seems right, because Book 2 is coming to mind a lot as an appropriate summer book).

Remember that sunflowers exist. Find lots of them.

[chirpsythismorning]

If/when the ST5 DNA board is posted I’m going into hibernation for at least a fortnight