Cherries Jubilee (times two) are out in the snow on Dartmoor.
In Devon, England.
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It has come to my attention that some bronies think Hasbro has "lost the copyright" for the G4 setting or characters so I'm here to point out that makes zero sense.
Hasbro keeps a tight grip on characters from decades ago. Hasbro just made a Transformers toy of a freakin Go-Bot that they got the rights to in 1991 after acquiring Tonka.
I promise you Hasbro's lawyers did not approve of or overlook a paragraph giving away the rights to valuable franchise characters from just a few years ago.
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Feanor and Finwe in Formenos
“You know,” Fëanáro said, leaning his head back to look up at the sky. The stars were faintly visible right before and after the mingling this far north. The Valar sought to punish him in banishment, but Formenos was his refuge from their overbearing influence. Even the treelight—that which tempted his father to lead a group through the dangers of Arda to reach Aman—hardly reached him here.
“Know what?” His father prompted when he failed to finish the thought.
“The Valar—Manwë is not so wise as he would have us believe.” That was not what he intended to say, but his mind had changed from the softer paths it wandered before. The words were old, familiar, bitter on his tongue.
Finwë sighed, deep and long. Fëanáro felt how his chest fell with the loss of air given up to prevent the old argument from resurging. After everything, Finwë still loved the Valar; notwithstanding, he loved his son enough to risk their displeasure by taking up the same exile they forced upon him. He’d all but given up his crown when he rode north, leaving Tirion in Nolofinwë’s care. Even the other Noldor who joined them in Formenos looked to Fëanáro before Finwë.
It filled Fëanáro’s fëa almost to bursting to see the undeniable truth of his father’s love displayed so clearly in his deeds. He was treasured. He, lone son of Míriel, was most beloved in the King’s eye.
He wished, almost, that his brothers were here to see his triumph.
He turned his head to rest his cheek on his father’s shoulder. Finwë lifted a hand to smooth his hair and caress the sharp line of his jaw.
“Let us not speak of such things at this hour,” Finwë murmured, voice soft with the stillness that was unique to these times and places beyond the reach of the light of the trees. He turned his face and kissed his son’s scalp.
Fëanáro hummed a wordless agreement to not be difficult. He pressed his back against Finwë’s front and stretched his legs until their feet were tangled together. Comfortable, he lifted his face and closed his eyes and let his father kiss him slowly—tenderly—lovingly—on the mouth.
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Idk why but sometimes I do feel insecure abt my girlhood, like I dont feel girly "enough" or have pretty pink clothing yet but I dont need materials to prove how cute I can be it's my personality n what I like that should matter ! >:3 I've been in my head alot lately and been feeling insecure about personal things n I gotta constantly reassure myself, frustrating >:[
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Star Song has found some lovely moss.
In Buckland Monachorum, in Devon, England.
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it's actually so iconic that beyonce collabed with miley for her country album. I think people forget that country was technically miley's roots
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