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sous-le-signe-de-la-lune · 1 year

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Favorite books I read in 2022

WINTER'S ORBIT by Everina Maxwell

Winter's Orbit and its sequel Ocean's Echo were not what I expected, it was in fact better than what I could have imagined: I was hooked from the first line and I instantly wanted to know more about the world-building. It focuses a lot on political and military intrigues, and we follow two characters, Taam and Janain, who have been forced into a political marriage. This book made me love the miscommunication trope because it was done so well and actually added something to the story.

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BEATING HEART BABY by Lio Min

I think it might be my favorite of this year. I'm not exaggerating when I say I think about it at least once a day. And I wish I could find the words to explain why I loved it so much, but i'll never do it justice. It's a story full of poetry: it's a love letter to art, to queerness, to found family, to the magic connection you can form on the internet and learning how to be the best version of yourself for yourself and for others. It made me yearn and made my heart ache because I wanted them to be happy and find closure, but also support. It was raw but perfect in its imperfection. Santi, an artist, arrives at a new school and there he might have to confront someone from his past. And there's Suwa who desperatly wants to be a singer and be accepted by his father. The first half is told from Santi's pov and then the second is from Suwa's.

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THE ASTRONAUT'S GUIDE TO LIFE ON EARTH by Chris Hadfield

It was honestly one of the best memoirs /autobiographies I've ever read, but An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth is so much more than that. I'm glad that I listened to the audiobook, narrated by Hadflied himself because he was born for this. He tells his story - and the story of space's exploration- from the moment he dreamed of going to space to the three times he went to space. It was like reading an autobiography and a self help book at the same time but it worked so well, because i never felt like he was throwing these inspirational quotes at random, no he explained why he chose to focus on the positive and how it helped him.

ALONG FOR THE RIDE by Sarah Dessen

I read this book back in May, after watching the movie adaptation on Netflix. I absolutely loved how Dessen explored the family's drama and the pressure to make your parents proud, the loneliness and awkwardness when you don't feel like you fit in and finally the internalized misogyny. From the first line, I was hooked. Auden is constantly learning and being confronted to her misogyny and how it also affected her, but also how it still affects her mother, who is the reason why Auden can be so judgmental. But I never found her unlikable. Messy, yes, but I never hated her. I loved to see her growth and finding herself. And it didn't happen thanks to romantic love, but with the love and care of her friends, and even sometimes strangers. Actually, I felt like the friendships she formed with the Leah, Esther, Maggie and the boys (and also Heidi) was more central to the story, and even Auden's self-love.

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SINCE YOU'VE BEEN GONE by Morgan Matson

I read this one during summer because I was in the mood for a summer coming of age story and it delivered. Emily finds herself isolated during the summer because her parents are working on their new play and her best friend disappeared without a trace, only leaving her a list of "quests" to accomplish. She puts all her energy into this list in the hope it will bring back her best friend in town. I love the importance of friendship: her new friends help her with the list and they all brought the best in each other. I sadly didn't write a review for this beforehand, but It was one of my favorite Morgan Matson books, and I can see myself re-reading it.

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES by L.M. Montgomery

I lost count of how many times I watched Anne with an E. It means a lot to me. It was an interesting experience to read the book after, and i can't wait to read the rest of the series.

I HEAR THE SUNSPOT: THEORY OF HAPPINESS by Yuki Fumino

This is the cover of the second volume. I've read volume 1 & 2 back in September, and I didn't expect to love this manga that much. I even had to take a break at some point because the loneliness and the yearning was too much. It's such a good story about two university students, one hearing, one Deaf, who become friends and eventually get together. It deals a lot with class issues, accessibility and ableism / audism.

L'HIVER DU COMMISSAIRE RICCIARDI by Maurizio De Giovanni

It's initially an italian novel, but I read the french translation after borrowing it from the family I babysit for. I mention this because I barely read mystery / crime novel but this one was so good. It sets in Naples, in the 30s under Mussolini, and we follow Ricciardi. Since he was a child, he could see and experience the last moments of the dead, which helps him resolve investigations. The prose was beautiful and cinematographic, I could picture everything as if I was there. As for the investigation: it was resolved too easily in my opinion but I liked it. Ricciardi has to find the killer of a famous opera singer, the thing is, he died in his loge which was closed from the inside.

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nadinewayne · 5 years

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A veces el futuro no nos viene como queremos que lo haga, pero tenemos que asumirlo. Es lo único que nos queda

Leah Winter

#leah winter quotes #shpf quotes

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uhthor · 3 years

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tfatws appreciation week -> day three: favourite quote(s)

“i took the liberty of crossing off my name in your book. i hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do. goodbye, james.”

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incorrecthobalquotes · 3 years

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Oakley: How do you know the good guys from the bad?

Leah: If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.

#oakley #leah #incorrect hobal quotes #hobal #houses of bone and lamplight #american game #austin game #source: captain america winter soldier #mod meg

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thelifeofleahwinter · 5 years

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Al menos tenemos un futuro...

Nadine Wayne

#nadine wayne #shpf quotes #shpf #leah winter

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theboywhotravels · 5 years

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Ríes y yo sigo tu risa como si fuera una brújula, viendo como abres los brazos. No soy un chico ni tengo dieciséis años, pero tú crees esa versión de mí, la otra versión de mi historia.

Leah Winter

#leah winter #stuart carrington #spanishhpfakes #shpf #quotes shpf

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tumtum-hawking · 5 years

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El día que murió mi madre, el mundo entero dejó de respirar.

Leah Winter

#leah winter #quotes shpf #spanishhpfakes #shpf

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hopejacksonworld · 5 years

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El día que murió mi madre, el mundo entero dejó de respirar.

Leah Winter

#SHPF #Rizos #Leah Winter #quotes

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what-the-witch-stuff · 3 years

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Landings Through the Grapevine

Chapter 2: Unfulfilled Expectations

Masterpost: here Go to: Ch.1 | Ch.2 |

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"I have news for you. One good, one bad" Shane said hours after the dance, when everyone was busy cleaning the place up. "Wait! Help me with that table first...Allright. Shoot". Shane grabbed the other side of the table and together they heaved it off the ground to carry it back to Marnie's farm. The path that led to the narrow bridge which divided the forest clearing from the rest of the village, was not large enough for them to carry the table side by side. So Shane volunteered to walk backwards while Riley gave directions. For a few moments Shane didn't say anything but occasionally looked at something over her shoulder. Then he lowered his voice:

"Ok, so...Mr. Darcy" – that was code for Elliott – "has been mingling with my aunt for almost the entire festival and now they both keep looking over at you".

"What?"

"Don't look! I didn't want to say it earlier, because I wasn't sure. But given how Marnie has been really chatty today, I bet she's playing matchmaker again"

"Oh for fuck's sake! What about Elliott?"

"Don't know, maybe he finally figured out that you don't understand his poems, or something"

"Shane!"

„I'm kidding. Don't act so horrified. Also, it's true!"

„No! It's not."

„Okay. Remember the poem he 'gifted' you at the Feast of the Winter Star? What was that about?"

Riley was preparing to answer him in a know-it-all manner but soon realised that she had actually no idea what to say. She hoped her death glare would shut him up for good. Alas, it didn't.

„You can give me the evil eye all you want. I already cringed to death when he started performing it in front of the goddam tree."

„Maybe a few metaphors and references go over my head sometimes, but that's because I never read much poetry before.

„Or maybe his writing is as inflated as his ego"

„Stop! For Yoba's sake, just tell me what's up with him!

„How should I know?"

„Then why tell me?"

"I thought you would want to know these things"

"Well, what does he look like? Does he look upset or anything?"

"Ehm",– at that Shane peeked back over her shoulder, looking rather pained as he tried to awaken his interpersonal skills: "Well he looks like a schmock, so nothing new there. Maybe that's just his –oh shit!"

"What?!"

"He's coming"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Stop! Jesus, Riley have you never been to highschool? You don't look at people you're talking shit about."

"Ok! ok, act natural !"

"You're the only one acting like a headless chicken", he hissed under his breath.

"Well, maybe I would be calmer if you –"

Shane dropped his side of the table. It came to the ground with a soft thud and Riley almost lost her footing from the sudden yank it caused on her side, forcing them to an immediate stop shortly before the bridge. This interrupted Riley's tirade and in hindsight saved her some embarrassment, as Elliott appeared by her side soon after, brushing a strain of hair behind his ear : "Good day, you two. I am so very sorry I didn't get to chat with you sooner. Can I help you with that?", he asked, having seen them struggle but obviously mistaking the situation at hand. Before Riley could even say anything, Shane intervened again : "Glad that you ask!" he said in an overly friendly manner while stretching theatrically and making a face: "My back is killing me! If you don't mind, I'd rather go see if I can help with something else" and with the blink of an eye, Shane and Elliott had switched places.

"You're welcome!", Shane murmured while brushing past her and he was gone. Meanwhile Elliott was getting into position and testing the table's weight while Riley could do nothing but watch him dumbfounded. When he noticed her staring, Elliot winked: "Shall we then?"

"YES! I mean, sure. Thanks for the help", If Riley's face looked as flushed as it felt right then and there, Elliott was gentleman enough to pretend not to notice. "Please, don't thank me! I should have been more involved with the preparations to begin with. I was just so caught up with my newest draft, that I had forgotten all about the dance until a few days ago. Oh, also, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything between you and Shane?", he added, leaning slightly towards her in mock-conspiracy.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it did look like you've been arguing, before I came over. I hope it was nothing serious"

"Ehm... I was just worried. His, eh... his 'back pain' is quite bad, but he didn't want to bother Harvey during a holiday", Riley lied between her teeth, as they made their way over the narrow bridge.

"Poor fellow, no wonder he seemed rather miffed today. But he danced like a champ!", Elliott stated sympathetically.

"Yes, he knows how much it means to Emily and didn't want to let her down"

"See, I was wondering about that a little. I did expect the two of you to be dancing today"

At that, Riley tripped over nothing, looking at Elliott with such astonishment that she almost forgot to warn him about the slight slope the path would be taking, shortly after the bridge.

"Sorry, who?"

"Well, you and Shane….?"

"Huh?"

Elliott then must have come to some sort of realisation, for it was now his turn to look flushed and embarrassed.

"Oh, Let the greater part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest." he exclaimed ruefully and smiled at her apologetically: " I should have known better than to make assumptions. I am sorry, Riley. It was something I overheard, please pay no mind to it!"

Riley suppressed the urge to ask him if he had been quoting Shakespeare again, as in 5 times out of 7 she had already been wrong. And by now, she had the nagging suspicion that Elliott chose anything but Shakespeare, just to mess with her. Instead, she stammered: "N-No, it's fine! Shane and I are close, but we are just friends...'', and almost Riley would have given into the temptation of adding something like: '...just as you and Leah, if I am not mistaken?'. But she discarded that idea as soon as it came to her. Too obvious. Though Riley was dying to get her hands on any piece of information about what kind of relationship he and the artist were cultivating, she had to be careful. The last thing she needed was the awkwardness of unrequited feelings or the loss of a friendship because of it. However, remembering Shane's assumption regarding Marnie, she continued : "...Though I do believe Marnie wouldn't mind me as her niece-in-law. But neither Shane or I see that ever happening,". She then laughed. But, following her gut instinct, she kept an eye out for Elliott's reaction, who, still dealing with his own embarrassment, couldn't help but wince slightly.

Bingo.

Shane's words were practically echoing in the back of her mind: I bet she's playing matchmaker again.

– ‘Yes she is and you won't like to find out with whom exactly', Riley thought grimly.

To say this was news to her would be a lie, sadly. Last year it had been just a few questions, if Riley was seeing someone, or if she fancied someone from the village already. Before long, Marnie had gotten more obvious about her actual motivation: "Have you met my nephew, yet? Shane. He is from Zuzu-City too. Oh, I need to introduce you to each other, next time you visit."

But said introduction flopped big-time. It had been difficult. Well, Shane had been. But Riley now knew that this wasn't anything personal. She had involuntarily witnessed his downward spiral until the fateful day at the cliffs, where Shane had finally hit rock bottom. Since then he was getting the help he needed and they could manage having a conversation that wasn't ending in a disaster. Nevertheless, as she and Shane clearly never hit it off, Riley thought that Marnie had moved on and was satisfied with talking her up to some other bachelor instead. Apparently, she had been wrong. "Please, do not believe that I usually engage in petty gossip." Elliott exclaimed and Riley knew, if his hands were free, he would probably underline his words with some dramatic gesture: " This is not why I wanted to talk to you. I would never bother you with such shallow conversation!". They finally reached Marnie's farmhouse and were greeted by Gunther and Clint, who were busy sorting Marnie's belongings back to where they belonged. Soon Elliott and Riley were relieved of their task and hurriedly shooed away. "Riley, you did enough! You've been here all day and surely your farm does not run itself", Gunther called over his shoulder as he and Clint disappeared into the house, leaving Elliott and Riley to themselves. „Well, I don't want to keep you from your duties..." Elliott eventually said rather deflated, after some seconds of them just standing there.

„It's fine! Really. I have time to chat."

„Are you sure? I would hate to inconvenience you", though Riley could easily tell that Elliott was just saying that to stay polite.

„You aren't, believe me. What did you want to talk about originally?"

Elliott immediately straightened his posture, his demeanour getting more relaxed as Riley's question offered him the chance to return their conversation back towards familiar territory.

He suspensefully cleared his throat.

"I wanted to thank you, for you have played a significant role regarding my latest draft. Well, draft is a bit much. It's more of an outline, actually."

"Really?!", Riley could not believe her ears. This was like the beginning of some obscure fever dream, where Elliott would finally announce her as his muse and declare his undying love for her…. Totally hypothetically of course, because Riley would never fantasize about such a corny situation! Ever.

"Yes! For as much as I frequent the library, I just recently noticed the marvellous collection of exhibits you have been providing to the museum. I would've never thought for our tiny valley to be such a place of wonder and history! I must be honest, my latest works were getting nowhere and I dreaded starting a new manuscript. I had gotten quite far with my latest piece. But all these treasures have ignited a new spark within me. Now I can hardly put my pen to rest. But I need more inspiration!". Elliott got more excited the more he talked. It was no longer just polite enthusiasm but an almost childlike delight that made his eyes sparkle in a way she rarely got to see on him.

"Oh that's wonderful! But how can I help you with that?" Riley was getting somewhat confused. If Elliott needed more information on the artifacts, he would be better off talking to Guntehr instead. And following that line of thought, Riley couldn't really fathom what Elliott needed of her, to fuel his newfound inspiration.

"It's about this Adventurer's Guild..."

The answer was: absolutely nothing.

"Oh", Riley tried not to sound or even look unhappy about this revelation and Elliott seemed too fixated on his own issues to notice anything, for he continued talking: "I have seen you standing next to that older gentleman, today. What was his name again?"

"Marlon?"

"Yes! He is the guild's leader, I suppose ?"

"Eh, yes, you could call him that."

"I would like to ask him a few questions. I would love to hear some of his adventures. He looks like a man who has many stories to tell. However, I struggle to get a hold of him!

Surely, I tried asking around. But before today, I didn't even know whose company he keeps. I have never seen him in town either, other than during holidays, which is why I had hoped to talk to him today. But shortly after the dance I lost sight of him and he was gone! I could tear my hair out, Riley! That man is like a ghost. How am I supposed to write about fantastic tales of danger, when I have no authentic experience to write from?!" Elliott had talked himself into such a frenzy, that he ended up being short of breath. While he needed a moment to collect himself, Riley used this pause to talk some sense into him.

"Well, you will be happy to hear that the guild building is actually very easy to find. It's right next to the entrance to the mines.", she informed him, trying to push away the feeling of disappointment. "Office hours are between 2 pm to 10 pm. Normally, entrance is only allowed for adventurers only, but technically you would be considered a potential client. And If you really cannot get in, then Clint, Willy and I see Marlon often enough that we can relay a message to him." "Is that so? Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you! I will seek him out first thing tomorrow!". With that he made his goodbyes and hurried back towards the meadow, presumably to find Leah and share his progress with her. She looked after him until his silhouette disappeared from her sight and with a groan Riley decided that it was indeed time to head back to her farm. The gleeful excitement she had felt at the prospect of being alone with Elliott, had vanished to sober disillusion. She wasn't even in the mood to get worked up over the whole Marnie-situation. Therefore, she decided to no longer think about whatever had transpired today. That would be future-her's issue to deal with. When Riley entered the premises to her own farm, the sight of the seemingly endless plot of land filled her with awe, like it did everytime. Proudly, she watched her cows, chicken and ducks peacefully napping in the sun and listened to the faint rustling of leaves above her head, as she finally made her way towards home.

#stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #sdv farmer #elliott stardew valley #elliott x reader #sdv elliott #original female character #stardew valley farmer #elliot sdv

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gyllenswiftcevanslipa · 3 years

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I've been trying to remember since I saw the first episode of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier where I had heard that quote before when Leah said that there is not a word for when a parent loses a child, but I finally remembered that it was said in the movie Demolition (2015) starring Jake Gyllenhaal.

Also a coincidence that the quote was said in both scenes in a restaurant.

I knew the quote was connected to someone I like (Jake Gyllenhaal) and I can't believe I forgot, I'm glad I finally remembered it.

The quote comes from here :

This is the real life Multiverse of Madness 😉

#The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #mysterio #Jake Gyllenhaal #spider-man far from home #tfatws #winter soldier #quentin beck #marvel #MCU #Miki Ishikawa #chris cooper

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jimalim · 3 years

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Leachel for the ship game?

Who digs through the toy bin at thrift stories: Rachel, she has a collection of random nick knacks, so she's always looking for things to add to the eclectic group. It's a thing her and Nora started when they were young, often trading toys to this day.

Who gives better hugs: Rachel surprisingly. She's very strong so she can squeeze extra tight, and even twirl Leah around with ease.

Who does absolutely nothing on a day off: Rachel, she has one rest day a week and that includes from all household chores. Leah doesn't mind picking up the slack because Rachel is always giving 110% when she's on.

Who prefers gold and who prefers silver: Rachel loves silver because when it's super polished you can see your reflection. While the same may be true for gold, it's not as clear a picture and that bothers her for some reason. Leah prefers a faint rose gold over the extra shiny stuff anyway.

Who looks better in stripes: They both look amazing in stripes and they know it! Often coordinating matching outfits when it comes to the print. They share the clothes too!

Who wears “dad hats”: Leah, she likes to put a single enamel pin on a blank one for decoration. Rachel likes the embroidered ones.

Who excessively quotes shows or movies: Rachel, but only because she's much more invested in tv than Leah. Leah loves movies but it's often obscure titles that don't permeate the cultural zeitgeist.

Who saves everything because “we could use it for something someday”: Rachel, she fancies herself a proud 'do it yourself-er' and has a list of projects she could use the material for, if she ever had the time.

Who piles on the blankets: Leah, she likes to have 2 blankets at all times, 3 during the winter. In addition to Rachel's cuddly body heat.

Who drowns everything in chocolate: Rachel! Leah prefers white chocolate, which Rachel hates.

#leachel #the wilds #leah x rachel #ship ask #ask game #ask #its hard to not repeat answers but I'm doing my best !!

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seedkeeping · 3 years

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January 1st, 2021 would have been my great grandfather Michael Vigilante’s 118th birthday. Here we are together in the early 80s, about a decade before he died. The next photo was likely the early 30s, with my great grandma Rosanna (Rose), my grandma Antoinette (Ann), and my great aunt Rita. A few weeks ago with a free trial of a newspaper archive website, I found many articles about my Italian family in Connecticut. Among countless references to my grandma Rose making Italian lasagnas for fundraiser dinners with the women’s republican club and even dressing up as the fortune teller at an annual 49ers themed event (so much to say about this), there were a couple articles where grandpa Mike was interviewed as the president of the St. Anthony’s Society (a saint that was raised in Italy, and who among other things, helps us find what is lost). As someone who keeps Italian and Italian American seeds as a way to feel more connected to a culture that was not passed down to me, it was amazing to find words spoken by my Italian ancestor that both expressed his desire to pass this culture on, and also illuminated the ways he actively did not do so, both in the name of “protecting” the culture, and of pursuing material success. I will write about this more someday, as there is so much to work with in these short articles about discrimination against Italians and the ways their assimilation made life easier for them while also stripping them of their cultural identities - but check out some of the excerpts here. I also included an except from Farming While Black, where Leah Penniman quotes an interview I did with the Table Underground Podcast many years ago, where even before seeing my grandfather’s words on the page, I understood what had been lost and why.

You can see him dying the yarn in the top left photo. That’s his family in the large middle photo, including his daughter Rose and my grandpa Mike. In the article written about him by the Shelton Mills in his 38th year of employment, they say: “He has a big garden where he works from 3 o’clock until dark every day, producing great quantities of corn, beans, and tomatoes, so that his wife [Julia DeMarco] is kept busy canning for the winter.”

In the final photo collage, these are some of the southern Italian vegetable varieties I have found in my search to hold my great grandfather’s giant hand and hold a sliver of my ancestors’ way of life while harvesting giant squash and the bestest tomatoes from the earth. Please, St. Anthony, help me find that which has been lost.

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nadinewayne · 5 years

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Me muerdo el labio inferior cuando me dices que ya he hecho historia. De alguna manera lo que dices es cierto. He hecho tanta historia que en Cokeworth la mayoría de las personas me miraban por encima del hombro... Para muchas de esas personas, el hecho de que yo fuera la única bruja en el seno de una familia muggle, había provocado la muerte de mi hermano y también la de mi madre. Trago saliva tratando de salir de allí, de irme de esa ciudad de la que ya me he ido.

— Leah Winter

#leah winter quotes #shpf quotes #shpf photos

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random-french-girl · 3 years

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Nora x Leah?! Do they have a ship name? Them!!

Oooh this is a fun one! Thanks friend <3

Who digs through the toy bin at thrift stores: Both of them! They have a little friendly competition where whoever finds the funniest/weirdest toy gets some sort of ~reward, which varies depending on the mood: sometimes the winner gets to decide what kind of take out they get, or the movie they’re watching that night, sometimes the winner gets a kiss, or a massage, or a compliment or a little surprise gift :’)

Who gives better hugs: Leah. She’s tall and has long arms and wraps herself around Nora like a gigantic teddy bear.

Who does absolutely nothing on a day off: they both have a hard time doing nothing, because they tend to become anxious if left alone with their thoughts. When they really need to relax and not do anything too strenuous, they’ll go sit at their local park, and watch people, and tell each other little stories about the passer-byes. Leah’s stories are almost always depressing, and Nora’s have very weird/absurd twists.

Who prefers gold and who prefers silver: Nora prefers gold and Leah silver.

Who looks better in stripes: Leah!

Who wears “dad hats”: Nora owns a “Women want me, fish fear me” hat. Leah is MORTIFIED every time Nora wears it in public with her, and Nora absolutely does it specifically to embarrass her, because she thinks Leah is adorable when she blushes...

Who excessively quotes shows or movies: Nora has an excellent memory, so she can quote a lot of dialogue, even from movies and shows she’s only ever seen once.

Who saves everything because “we could use it for something someday”: Leah. Nora gently tries to convince her to get rid of some stuff, but Leah has a hard time letting go of anything, and familiar objects help her feel grounded sometimes.

Who piles on the blankets: Leah! When she visits Nora in NYC in the winter she whines about the cold constantly until Rachel is like “Nor’ can you please cuddle your girlfriend and warm her up before I strangle her ass?” Nora obliges.

Who drowns everything in chocolate: Nora!

#leah x nora #the wilds #random meta #jimalim

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whatwouldmickeydo · 3 years

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Hiiii Leah!🥰

Top 5 favourite quotes?

Hi drish hiii loml, my most beloved, truest treasure 🌸💖🌻🌊

Thank you for asking my most favorite of questions, and maybe also one of the hardest because I love quotes so much it’s hard to narrow it down! Here’s a few that I often return to and love a whole lot (gonna put this under a read more cuz i feel like this is gonna get long lol):

“There are certain places where I feel at home. Perhaps “feel at home” is not the right way to put it; better to say there are certain places where I feel at home with myself. By which I mean, external landscapes that accord with my own inner landscape. I come to a place, and it feels as if I have been there a hundred times before. Everything fits: the proportions, the colors, the distances, the clear sky above, the light. I come to a place where I find I am breathing, that I can breathe, that I am in harmony with my surroundings." // linn ullmann

“And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.”

"...Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things; Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren't finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going." // Jamie Tworkowski

“Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.” // Beau Taplin

“Look at the sky. Its not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of Nature blazes before our eyes.” // Vincent Van Gogh

+1 cuz I said so

“The next morning I shall get up at dawn. I shall let myself out by the kitchen door. I shall walk on the moor. I shall see the swallow skim the grass. I shall throw myself on a bank by the river and watch the fish slip in and out among the reeds. The palms of my hands will be printed with pine-needles. I shall there unfold and take out whatever it is I have made here; something hard. For something has grown in me here, through the winters and summers, on staircases, in bedrooms. Then my freedom will unfurl, and all these restrictions that wrinkle and shrivel–hours and order and discipline, and being here and there exactly at the right moment–will crack asunder.” // Virginia Woolf

Ok one more last one I promise I told you it’s hard for me to narrow it down!

“Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?” // Pablo Neruda

#I just really love quotes ok #thank you drish my beloved for this wonderful question 😘🌸🌻💕#asks #top five

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