#the meadow

[rosaalee]

“do you want them to be actual lizards in the moodboard”

[missladyforgaga]

TWILIGHT, BELLA: Ballet Studio

[afairycreature]

[modern-inheritance]

The Meadow Snippet #2 (WIP)

“Just pretend.” Shit, his eyes had that little glimmer in them. Hopeful, backed by that confidence, the thinly veiled swagger and neverending laughter. “Pretend that I’m real even when I’m dead. That I’m yours.”

Dammit all. Arya hated that she leaned into the hand at her cheek, couldn’t deny the familiar calluses, the tiny scars from his years with her out in the world. He wasn’t real. He couldn’t be real. He was brain chemistry and biology and the memories all coelesed into a vivid hallucination in the Dream State, where everything felt so, so real. 

His words, his mind, his actions, they were all her mind playing tricks on her. Fäolin was dead and gone. This…this thing here. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t real, wasn’t the real Fäolin.  

But….

Her chest ached. 

She hadn’t even thought of him or Glen since Saphira and the two boys had asked about them. It was easier not to. And now that he– no, not him, this thing – was here before her, talking like he did, moving, acting, smiling like he did…he had….

Maybe…. 

Just for a few seconds. Pretend there was something beyond death. That, for this moment…he had come back to her.

Arya let her eyes slide closed as Fäolin, her Fäolin, nosed her cheek and touched his forehead to hers. Gentle. They were only ever gentle when they were hurting. 

Kissing him felt as if the air had been ripped from her lungs. It always did. He was oxygen, a cool headrush after the muggy, throbbing haze of the outside world. Hanging on to him like he was her last chance, everything she had left, that silly stubble rough as she held his face, his fingers sliding into her hair, trying to keep her close and never let her go and–

Ironic, really. Having to pull apart to breathe in a space where it wasn’t needed.

"Believe me now?" The Fäolin apparition grinned, boyish and bright.

Arya tried to calm her breathing, eyes hooded as his were. "Never."

He flopped onto his back, arms spread in the sweet grasses. "You're no fun sometimes, love."

[loungemermaid]

I always get confused; is the meadow in twelve free access or just beyond the fence line?

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

Hello Dean. 🥹😍❤️

[andiealessandra]

THE MEADOW

When the day is dawning & the chorus of birds begins,

When the sun beams hit the petals and open the flowers up,

That’s where you’ll find the fairies.

Make a wish and enjoy their presence.

Go barefoot and ground yourself in the Earth.

Connect with nature and become a child again.

Believe!

Take my hand and let’s dance and forget our troubles.

For here we don’t have a care in the world.

Here we are safe, here we are children again.

Here we are reborn.

(Photo credit unknown)

[heylsgowt]

[emirkocturk]

Bazen öylece rüzgarın ahengine dalar insan. silkeleyip dururken yemyeşil çimenleri..

A momentary breeze..

[tofublock]

last stop ☀️🚌⁣

[leahberman]

as the wind blows; antelope valley, california

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[missladyforgaga]

TWILIGHT, BELLA: Vampire Baseball

[afairycreature]

[modern-inheritance]

(Madcap scribbling of dialogue onto backing paper before anyone can come in and catch me slacking)

See this is why my mom signed me up for typing classes when I was 7.

[petitworld]

Mt. Rainier, USA by Danielle Nelson

[rooftopgenius]

My 2023 Kindle Wrapped- Non Fiction

When Fiction list is ready, can Non-Fiction be far behind…. Last week, I put my favorite fiction novels of 2023 into a listicle for you to explore and just like fiction is the place where you take your imagination out on a date, non-fiction is the friend you need to explore a better life, understand an important historical event, gain a better perspective on an issue, or sometimes just need an…