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MOVING TIME, BABY.
MOVING TIME, BABY.
— we’re [ 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ] !! : EST. 28.08.2020
MOVING TIME, BABY.
MOVING TIME, BABY.
I AM A GOD . . . by isha.
⭑⠀ 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖓.
𝙸 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵’𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙽.
𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
a generation of rebels with too many causes , there’s 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 and we’re all getting nauseous. feeling kinda helpless while they 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙐𝙎 then they tell us that we’re the ones causing a scene ; 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳. the kids are all rebels ; saw you dance with 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖘.
a playlist for the kids on the isle they call ‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 ’ : gaspard legume ( @chasaeur ) , harry hook ( @tiderider ) , maddy mim ( @madnifcnt ) , akllasqa mamáni ( @levered )
so . . . Things Are Happening. a long awaited revamp/rehash. i’ve decided i’m gonna archive, cause it’s a TOTAL overhaul happening. so STAY TUNED, that’ll be coming soon. also . . . plans be made, watch out aks.
0 !! ❤️
&. 𝙲𝙰𝙸𝙽 : KT!!!!! aa sweetheart you be !!! i’ve only just met you, but i’m already just blown away by your kindness & talent, holy heck HELLA MUTUAL YOU ARE A GEM! / @grimhilde + intimidation.
Solid 10
&. 𝙲𝙰𝙸𝙽 : UM EXCUSE ME WHAT - darling sweetpea babycakes, tas - friend of my heart WHY ?? ( like, i’m flattered ~ if this was irl me @ work i’d be ecstatic but!!!! ) i’m sorry, i hope its not a BAD intimidating!!!! / @levered + intimidation.
(just gnna make my own post since i rlly want to do this ask game but can’t find the original post):
on a scale of 0 to 10, how intimidating do you find me?
like father like son, g got the stare down from his papa / @beastslain ♥♥
𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
—— THE MIRRORBALL
you adopt traits from people you like — mimicry is flattery but sometimes the IMPOSTER SYNDROME gets overwhelming, & you think you’re 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎. it’s hard to feel like anyone knows you when you don’t know yourself. you do not exist only in relation to other people. you might've had trauma at a young age, & now you feel like you'll never know who you would've been IF IT WEREN’T FOR THAT. you remember your childhood friends & think of them often, wondering if they're doing okay & if they think about you too. you ache to return to a part of yourself that feels 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. maybe you should GO INTO THE WOODS & SCREAM. your songs : my tears ricochet, mirrorball, seven, epiphany.
TAGGED BY : blatantly stolen from @hiildegards TAGGING : @ anyone who wants to feel things.
it was soon to be the tavern's opening hours, so he hoped there weren't going to be anyone at the legume's home. gil swiftly sneaks in, heading to his brother's room, walking through the house like he never even left. in his hand there's a badly wrapped gift, a fancy frama that he found and repaired himself, holding a charcoal drawing that gil made of the two of them. he leaves by gaspard's bed and just a he came into the house, he makes a quick way to head out before anyone could notice his little visit.
———— 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 far later in the morn when he finds the gift, haphazardly bundled in old brown paper, but so-carefully set to the foot of his bed. it gives gaspard pause, in-so-much as he suspects its giftee : SO FEW WOULD DARE tread this far into the tavern, knowing how to do so without getting caught. trailing fingers over the rough-done wrappings, he notes the edge of brine & salt. in the confines of his room, gaspard allows the melancholy — the slopes of his profile hewn from weathered stone, battered by shifting tides of REPOSE & REGRET in equal measure. roots of wonder crack the surface, parting paper to reveal their render, done in lines so delicate for such large hands. 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 , & in such a short time, as well. their smiles beam, locked in place pictured as they had been, & GASPARD WISHES THIS WERE HIS REALITY.
‘ i would’ve liked to see you, gil . . . ah, no matter. soon : i’ll see you soon, brother. ’ / @softbrawn, for his birthday (which i am posting way late)
I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE WHEN IT ENDS