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de-salva · 2 months
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… untitled (US Route 30, Nebraska, 1948)
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tesnuzzik · 4 months
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I have a bigtime character crush on Astarion and I need to make a full drawing of him asap <3
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So anyways guess who just came back from an *checks watch* 8 hour hike
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maripr · 5 months
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Rolling Girl by wowaka (rip ❤️) is part of my unofficial Clara Saburova playlist btw
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rabbitcruiser · 1 month
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Texas was readmitted to the Union following Reconstruction on March 30, 1870.  
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backonefish · 2 years
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Happy 40th Sebastian!
This is a highly self-indulgent thing, that popped into my head when I found out Sebastian’s 40th birthday plans. 
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When the clock struck midnight on the new year, all Sebastian could think was, "Fuck, I’m turning 40 this year."
Not a second has gone by since without him reminding his closest friends. Lamenting the fact that his back aches more, hangovers are note the same, and he's getting old.
He's only partially serious about the complaining. He's actually quite proud of everything he's achieved over the past 40 years, the wisdom that comes with age, the new heights of his career. He’s proud of his of himself and who he's chosen to surround himself with.
Speaking off - Sebastian lifts his head from where it’s cradled on his arms as he lounges in the pool, looking out onto the sea - the lights of the house are on, casting shadowy silhouettes behind closed doors. His friends had left him with strict instructions to stay away and he's only too happy to oblige, welcoming the reprieve after a ridiculously busy year.
He still wonders how he got so lucky in the friend jackpot; friends who took on planning a Greek getaway when he'd floated an idea to the boys a few months ago.
He picks his phone up from the edge of the pool.
11:55.
Five more minutes till he's 40. Fuck, he's old. The grey in his beard emphasizes that. The wrinkles around his eyes. The twinge in his right thumb when he’s on the phone for too long.
11:58.
Its fitting he's turning 40 in Greece. He's in the same time zone in which he was born. Its symbolic somehow: he’s come full circle and not cheating time.
He doesn’t get a chance to look at his phone again, his friends beating the clock when they emerge from the house, loud and obnoxious, singing, "Happy birthday to youuuuu." They’re carrying a ridiculously large cake that sends him laughing and he knows its midnight.  
He lifts himself out of the pool and laughs harder at the fire on top of the cake.
"How many candles?" He manages to choke out.
"Forty," Chace answers, proudly. “I counted.”
That means there’s probably forty-three or thirty-nine candles, but Sebastian’s too happy to care, taking in a deep breath before he leans over the cake.
"Don't forget to make a wish!" Toby yells and then Sebastian blows with all his might. He gets them all, except for one.
He thinks back to his still dark phone, closes his eyes, and blows out the last candle.
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As birthdays go, its one of the bests. He wakes up to brilliant blue skies, even bluer waters, a yacht waiting to take the group out to sea, and a phone full of messages, notifications, and voice notes.
He takes his time basking in the love and takes even longer talking to his mom. He knows she knows how much he loves her, for not only bringing him into the world but also for raising him and all the sacrifices she's made. If he's 40, that means his mother is getting older and he has every right to be sentimental, to get teary eyed as he listens to her accented declarations of love. When he tries to return the sentiments, she tuts and tells him to go off with his friends.
He checks his phone once more after he hangs up, frowning slightly at a distinctly absent name in his notifications. He shrugs it off: its still early in Boston, there's plenty of time.
He tells himself the same thing when they’re done breakfast, and again when they get on the yacht, and his phone is still missing that one birthday greeting he was looking forward to.
He's 40; his birthday is not dependent on one birthday wish.
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The trip out on the yacht is incredible. He feels eternal, endless; caught between the sky above and the water around. His friends ply him with wine and pull him into the sea. When he’s sufficiently tanned and tired, he climbs back on board, shaking the water from his hair and licking the salt from his lips.
His phone screen is blank. No notifications at all.
Maybe the reception is bad.
"Expecting something?" Will smirks.
"Huh?" Sebastian is dragged from his thoughts to his friends looking at him with varying untrustworthy smiles that leave him narrowing his eyes. "No - I -" he fumbles with his words which is so rare with this group that he promptly shuts up.
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When they make it back to the property, the sun is low in the sky and a heavy wooden table is set out by the pool, covered in delicate plates, rich candles, and too many forks for Sebastian to know what to do with.
He looks at his friends and Chace shrugs. "You're forty. Embrace the maturity and the class."
"He will never have class," Toby cackles as he slaps Sebastian's back and beelines it to the shower.
Sebastian seconds that idea, heading to the ensuite in his room. He washes away the salt and sun that have embedded into his skin. He can’t believe his birthday is nearly done, the anticipation and build up of the last few weeks, leading to hours that have just slipped away.
Good hours. Great, even.
Except.
When he steps out to style his hair and dress in a flowy, white, button down and pants, the sun is even lower, the sky beginning to smudge with pink and purple.
His phone has a few more notifications. But still not the one he was looking for.
As a punishment for the thought, he leaves it on his bed, heading out to dinner to catch the last few rays of his birthday.
Only.
When he steps out, there’s a distinctive set of shoulders, biceps, and ass standing against the setting sun. The sight makes Sebastian freeze in his tracks.
The mild chatter comes to a halt when the door shuts behind Sebastian and everyone turns to face him. He spares his friends a glance, making a note to discuss their shit-eating grins on their faces, but his attention is quickly brought back to that one smile that always makes time stand still.
"What - " Sebastian attempts, taking a tentative step closer. He can't say anything else, replaying late night conversations that had gotten longer and sweeter the past year, whispered hints of something more, promises of things to come, and making it impossible to ignore the growing feelings.
"My flight was delayed. I thought I wouldn’t make it, but - I’m here. Sorry I missed last night and well - most of today." He steps toward Sebastian, away from the group.
"But you had plans - with your family - you -" Sebastian knows he’s gaping, must look like an idiot. But he was expecting a text, a phone call if he’s being honest - not for him to show up in person.
"Chris," he says weakly, incredulously.
"Happy 40th, Seb," Chris says and then he’s engulfed in those arms, and Sebastian doesn’t need to pinch himself, because he’s not dreaming.
This is real.
Chris is really here, holding him, his nose tucked into Sebastian’s neck.
When Chris pulls back, its barely an inch, but its too much distance, much too soon, and Sebastian’s hands tighten their hold on Chris’ shirt as he looks into blue that’s more stunning than the sea or the sky.
Chris is staring back with a mirroring intensity before he says, "Fuck, you’re beautiful," and then the hand in Sebastian’s hair flexes and there’s no longer any distance between them because he's being kissed.
Warm and soft, expert lips prying open his own; hot, wet tongue sliding against his and Sebastian moans, pressing in closer, yearning to feel the solid length of Chris against him.
When they draw apart, gasping for breath, only then does Sebastian hear the hollers and cheers from his friends, Chace's distinctive voice yelling ‘fucking finally,’ and he breaks into a giddy laugh.
Judging by the brilliant red on Chris' face, deeper in the golden hour - he suspects Chris had forgotten their audience too.
"Sorry, I had envisioned us being in private when that happened, but you look so good and its your birthday -" he breaks off when Sebastian runs his nose along Chris.’
He says with a smile, "I think you should wish me again."
And Chris does, mouth eagerly finding Sebastian's, claiming it in a hungry kiss, that’s harder, deeper, hotter.
This – this - is the best birthday gift. Kissing Chris against a vibrant Greek sky, surrounded by his closest friends, and the smell of salt in the air.
Its surreal, its beautiful, its 40 and he thinks - the best is yet to come.
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movingmyselfon · 3 months
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07/02/2024, 07:49am
Even 8 years later and I still arrive early to Uni lol
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iobartach · 9 months
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soul-of-the-sanada · 1 year
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'know that this devil will stake his life on your pure heart, your wise gaze, and your fierce resolve.'
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stargarland · 11 months
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hey everyone how is everyone ‼️‼️ hope everyone is having a good day 🥳🥳🥳
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de-salva · 2 months
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Kick start (US Route 30, Nebraska, 1948)
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andie-cake · 1 year
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i've hit a very annoying roadblock in my playthrough of heartgold (got my shit kicked in by lance's stupid dragonite bc i was a bit underleveled), so now i've decided that maybe i should grind my team up to level 55 actually. not only to evolve my pupitar, but also bc dear fucking lord i need megahorn on my fucking heracross why is her only level up bug type move megahorn and why does she not learn it until level 55-
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viniferas · 1 year
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okay damn im actually glad they did an official episode like this bc it's rlly reassuring the worries ive been having abt it
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newtness532 · 1 year
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very glad about my friend not complaining about me making us 45 minutes early
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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Im sorry but nowadays, when I watch/read MHA, I faze out and suddenly find myself in a McDonald's driveway. I feel like MHA kinda lost its magic, like not all of it, but it's not as hype as it used to be. But in the beginning, MHA encouraged me to get fit when I saw Deku preparing to handle OFA, so I'll give them that (even though that motivation only lasted for two weeks 😭)
Now, im just really interested in the fandom instead of the anime/manga
McDonald’s driveway LMAOODJFKb… so harsh but so true, and it’s hard to say whether the loss of hype is due to the story itself or just… the regard that people have for it nowadays (and I say this because I’m not sure which ur referring to).
I definitely think the community itself has gotten a little more dull (given that we’re no longer all stuck at home)… but part of me also feels like hori probably feels the same as this… and that contributes, too.
I’m not sure if you saw it, but in some of my previous tags i talked about how he actually switched to an editor that was notorious for “ruining” mangas, so I see that being part of problem… but also one thing that really just jumps to mind as we talk abt this is how MHA went from dealing with kind of complex moral problems to… “villains are bad and we must fight them!!!!” (Alongside the general rushing of the storyline).
So idkkkk. I feel the same as u in sort of a melancholy way. I want to keep liking the show for what it is… but it’s just no longer what it used to be (like you said). Whether it’s the pandemic, the fandom itself, the story, hori, his editor… whatever…….. it doesn’t have the sparkle that it used to bc it feels like we just keep being disappointed or rushed through the important parts.
But it’s good we have our little fandom, and hopefully we continue to have it, however the show proceeds.
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rabbitcruiser · 1 year
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In New Orleans, Spanish representatives officially transferred the Louisiana Territory to a French representative on November 30, 1803. Just 20 days later, France transferred the same land to the United States as the Louisiana Purchase.
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