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And Dream of Sheep - Kate Bush.

Little light shining, Little light will guide them to me… Let me be weak, Let me sleep And dream of sheep.

THINGS YOUR CHARACTER ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND.

bold = your character does not enjoy this italic = your character is begrudgingly okay with this, used to it or will at least look the other way strikethrough = your character displays this trait, approves of and/or engages in this behavior (or item)

TAGGED BY:@venturedforth :*

TAGGING: any1 who hates fish

#headcanon.#( i already tagged ppl on alex but if u wanna steal this then by all means !!!

tayshathefilmgeek

#face ache.#( these are honestly .. iconic...#the top left one is so typical second cousin's wedding #Madness playing in the bg.. everyone off their faces #meawhile jago is trying to siphon the last of everyones lager. .#AND GETS CAUGHT #(almost)#'say silly sausages for the camera luv!'#'wot aunt may i dint hear u'#also bottom left is hashtag big mood

venturedforth:

rapt gaze flicker in express succession, which stare unconsciously at the severed chip before its untimely demise, crunching and dissolving down his throat. somehow, this makes her increasingly hungrier ———- once he’s finished with his tale, the brunette gives a rather listless smile as the whites of her eyes broaden, subsequent to her head tilting vague to the side with a single, prolonged nod. ❛ that’s……interesting, but — not exactly what i had in mind, no. ❜ she’s unable to keep herself from a mellow chuckle at his nonchalant enthusiasm, however, her fry into some ketchup. ❛ though i am curious about the place where he found it. if you’d be up for showing me, that is. ❜

Another audible gulp, a second’s delay and he bursts out a, “Right! Yeah, yeah... just a hop, skip’n a jump downhill. Dunno if I remember the exact spot, mind, fairly dark at th’time...” He scratces the back of his neck with greasy fingers then trudges down the cobbled slope. Overhead, the sun breaks across the horizon in its blinding afternoon light and Jago squints, looking back at Danika. “Better remember to chuck yer litter where it rightly belongs, Mister Frost will ‘ave yer head otherwise. Use yer hair to stuff his pillows -- at least thass’ the rumour nowadays,” he says with a shrug, boots continuing their clomping rhythm upon stone.

#venturedforth #[typical townsfolk talk....]

jonny-lee-miller-appreciation

#face ache.#( i saw a boy so beautiful i cried

@venturedforth

“So’s it’s just about laggin’ on for the early mornin’ hours, innit, and Max’s only gone‘n’exhausted his whole bleddy supply of value cider -- tastes like piss but Lord and his lover only knows what it taste like t’you yanks -- anyway! Max swaggers on down by where all th’youngens go rockpoolin’, scopes out some bo’tle washed up, cork right up n’it and all -- cork, mind you -- he can’t believe his luck like, thinks it’s come all th’way from the fine ol’ provinces of France, somma that vineyard shite where they stomp’n’jig all over ‘em grapes like bleddy Fantasia! Max then, bless’m, pops the cork off’n takes a swig... says it’s the best forkin’ booze he’s had since Amy’s sixteenth!” The loud chewing over a massacred chip carries on before he gulps the starch down. “’Course he di’nt let me ‘ave any... Is that wot you meant by wantin’ to hear local legends?”

#venturedforth #[let him be ur adventurer sidekick dani...#he's a good boy he can behave!]

The shallow drowned lose less than we.

#indie rp #oc rp #self promo !#( originally intended for bg but tumblr resizing WOT

poboh

Harvest in the mountains, Martina Martinčeka. (1913 - 2004)

#reality.

vjeranski

Emma Fineman ocean series oil on panel 2014

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#reality.

vegaofthelyre

When the sea king began to sing, all sorrow and pain vanished, and all joy as well, for everything was forgotten. She forgot her father’s love and the memory of her mother. She forgot that she had grown up on earth and had once looked up at the sky. She forgot the summer roses in the castle gardens and she forgot the snowflakes of winter, the incense in the church, and the candles on the altar. The only thing she remembered was the sea king, and she longed for nothing else but to be at his side for the rest of her life and to hear him playing.

Agneta and the Sea King told by Helena Nyblom; illustrated by John Bauer

#impressions.#nudity