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beggars-opera · 4 months
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I hope all my followers and mutuals have a blissfully happy new year. I wish for you adventure if you want it, peace and quiet if you do not, comfort, warmth, good food, and an animal of your choice to snuggle with and keep away the horrors. I hope you persevere, and love, and live to the fullest. Tomorrow is a new day.
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bebemoon · 8 months
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harlot hands "new mystic" agate heart, glass bead and pewter hardware necklace .
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vampyr3wife · 10 months
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literally o . o
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astrolovecosmos · 22 days
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Aries in the 11th House: Make a wish on a candle Taurus in the 11th House: Make a wish on a penny Gemini in the 11th House: Make a wish by crossing your fingers Cancer in the 11th House: Make a wish on a wishbone Virgo in the 11th House: Make a wish on your eyelash Leo in the 11th House: Make a wish on a wish lantern Libra in the 11th House: Make a wish by holding your breath Scorpio in the 11th House: Make a wish at a wishing well Sagittarius in the 11th House: Make a wish on a dandelion Capricorn in the 11th House: Make a wish on a four-leaf clover Aquarius in the 11th House: Make a wish on a falling star Pisces in the 11th House: Make a wish during 11:11
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maureen2musings · 4 months
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Casey Horner
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world-of-yana · 4 months
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meowmiilk · 9 months
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hollifo · 3 months
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He Heard your Wish! | Fungalore | Watercolour
The paper completely disintegrated as I tried to paint it, but let's just pretend it's frills/texture 😅
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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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hathorneheiress · 4 months
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Don't you ever wish you could just call up a fellow mutual and say "Hi, how are you doing?" Instead of just texting.
Listen to their laughter and sense the smile on their face when you joke around with them. Chat no stop about your day or life in general. Face time and show them who you really are. Give them a tour of the things you love.
And most of all, instead of reading what they are saying to you. You are listening, actually listening to them. Making them feel like they have your undivided attention.
Now wouldn't that be nice?!
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mysticdragon3md3 · 4 months
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Goddess material👍✨️💗
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bebemoon · 7 months
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just now finding out about the titania barbie
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she's so beautiful~
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vampyr3wife · 3 months
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floral-grunge · 4 months
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keeley shaw
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deancaspinefest · 2 months
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all that we intend
Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: NeverSleepUntilFive
Posting on Tuesday March 26
When Dean Winchester met Castiel Novak in college they were both headed for amazing things: Dean was a rising star in the art world while Cas was a promising medical student. Now, thirteen years and one marriage later, none of those dreams have come true. Cas works twelve hour shifts as a nurse while Dean works as a mechanic, his art supplies wasting away in a dusty room. With his marriage to Cas on rocky ground, Dean starts to feel like he made a mistake all those years ago. A chance encounter and a hasty wish land Dean in another world -- one where his art career is skyrocketing him to fame and fortune... And one where he never married Cas. Now Dean has to make a decision -- whether to go back to Cas and his mundane life, or whether to stay... and lose Cas forever.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Just to the side, off hospital property, a street vendor has set a table up. A very familiar street vendor.
“You,” Dean snarls, almost jogging in his haste to get to the man. The vendor looks up from his phone, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees Dean. Not even Dean’s hand shooting out and grabbing the front of his shirt can dim his superior expression.
Aware of the eyes on him, Dean avoids slamming that smug face into the table, but it’s a struggle. “You,” he repeats, giving the vendor a little shake. “You did this.”
“Afraid you’re going to have to be more specific bucko,” the vendor drawls. “If it was your wife or your sister I knocked up, then honestly, they should be grateful. And even though you are a stud, you’re not really my type, so…”
The last word is elongated into a monstrosity of syllables. Dean’s resolve to not punch the vendor is growing thinner and thinner by the second. His knuckles crack with the strain of holding himself back.
“This,” he finally spits, dragging out the pendant from underneath his shirt. “You gave me this and told me some bullshit story about how it could grant wishes.”
“Hm,” the vendor says, making a big show of pondering. He even taps his chin with the tip of his index finger, the absolute fuckwit. “Doesn’t seem so much like it was bullshit, now does it?”
For just one moment, Dean’s brain is wiped blissfully blank. He doesn’t even have the background noise of static to distract him. There’s just… nothing, but then reality intrudes in the form of someone laying on the horn when the person in front of them lingers for a split-second too long at a green light.
“You’re insane,” he finally says, bringing his brain back online. “There’s no such thing as… As…”
The vendor raises one supremely smug eyebrow. “No? Then explain why your husband just treated you like the annoying kid at a high school reunion.”
Furious, Dean clenches his jaw. He starts and immediately slaughters at least half a dozen sentences. The truth... The awful truth that he can't admit to himself is that there is no rational explanation. Not even his most far-fetched notions explain the phone call, Cas and Meg’s behavior, and the disappearance of his wedding ring.
Nothing except the impossible, that is.
(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 26)
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