Archives for the Date January 26th, 2020

mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves: “Ponyo loves Sosuke! I will be a…

mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves:

“Ponyo loves Sosuke! I will be a human, too!”

-Ponyo (2008, Hayao Miyazaki, Japan)

awesome-picz: Unlikely Friend Combo Of A Cat And A Meerkat…

awesome-picz:

Unlikely Friend Combo Of A Cat And A Meerkat Are Conquering The Internet

postmodernismruinedme: I truly appreciate all the folks in the tags with Autism and/or ADHD just…

postmodernismruinedme:
I truly appreciate all the folks in the tags with Autism and/or ADHD just freaking out in delight that this even exists.
mikachu1122:

I NEED THIS IMMEDIATELY
hufflepuffs-pride:

This chair is for the Gays only and yall know it

blunt-science: Leandro Ehrlich: Swimming Pool. An Art…

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Leandro Ehrlich: Swimming Pool. An Art Installation that Makes it Look Like People are Underwater.

TSOT Ficlet – Midnight in Glasgow

notevenjokingfic:

holdhertightandsayhername:

This is just a silly little ficlet to celebrate The Sand of Time’s one-year anniversary. I’m feeling pretty insecure about it, but I hope it will make some of you happy.

Thank you to everyone who read my first story and allowed me to create something imperfect, but something that I love. Thank you to @happytoobserve​, @notevenjokingfic​, @86vol and @walkinginland​ for inspiring me with their prompts (midnight – rooftop – home – surprise – quiet – chocolate; I’ve saved the other ones for later!). Thank you to @missclairebelle​ for being so supportive, always. And of course, thank you to @kalendraashtar​ who always believes in me, especially when I don’t believe in myself.

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“Claire?”

Jamie dropped his keys on the kitchen table and took a turn around the flat, the light sound of his footsteps echoing on the naked walls. It felt strange coming back to an empty home—empty of furniture, empty of her. Most of their belongings were stored in boxes piled in the living room, they hadn’t come around to building that massive IKEA wardrobe, and the luxury mattress they’d ordered online still hadn’t been shipped, and yet… Only two weeks after the move, the flat already felt like home—at least when she was there.

[Read Midnight in Glasgow here]

“I’m no’ even joking. It tastes like…”

“…like the fruit of one torrid night of lovemaking between a Dairy Milk and a Twix bar? Absolutely.”

The fact that you used my blog name AND my prompt word makes me stupid happy! (at least I’m going to pretend you used my blog name)

Seriously, this ficlet is so wonderfully romantic, and I am so happy to be back in their world.  Thank you so much for this!!!!

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