now that the mighty nein reunion is over and bells hells are back in a week:
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rykers voice in my living room; nature is healing
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i’m seeing florence + the machine today for the first time since 2019 🥳
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Wolfgang + Malcolm
We make a really good team / And not everyone sees / We got this crazy chemistry / Between us
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Tried to Slow It All Down *** [Berelle]
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It had been a long time since Belle had made time for Berlioz. She felt guilty for that, but they had seen each other. At busy family dinners with Simba, Hades, Toulouse, and all the children running underfoot. They saw each other at tense summer board meetings, at friendly game nights, and here and there. But they hadn’t spent time, just the two of them, in a very long time.
So, Belle had shown up at Berlioz’s house with Shuck at her side on a grey, brisk, late summer evening. Fireflies had lit her path up to the house and now, they were walking along the lake. She wished they could hit the trails, but they were still mostly overgrown.
Her arm looped through Berlioz’s as they walked, her cheek on his bicep. The dogs bounded ahead, wrestling together as they went, like children themselves.
They were quiet at first. Belle had not said why she came over. Only that she’d wanted to talk to Berlioz. Now, she just wished they could stay silent. With Berlioz, silence was easy. Talking was usually too, but--Belle didn’t know where to start. Everything felt very tangled. She felt guilty and she felt sad and part of her still felt a bitter sort of jealousy, watching Hades fall apart without Toulouse.
“Toulouse...” Belle started, because that was where it all started, no matter what version of the story was told. “He left for Paris and he hasn’t come back.” They took a few more steps, their shoes crunching along the gravel of the lake.
“I don’t believe he’s going to come home, to the cottage, when he does. If he does.” She sighed a little and shifted her grip on his arm, not looking up at him.
[outfit]
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We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched
Like there is nothing sexier hthan this
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being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly:
-"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES"
-"there must be like… infinite sentences"
-"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent
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thinking about how annabeth’s entire core is to be remembered and to create something that is permanent and how percy lost all his memories and had no idea who he is but still remembered her. like what the actual fuck man
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