Prompt: Carcer meets Stratford

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Stranger Things
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hello vonnie

blake kathryn
Jules of Nature
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
$LAYYYTER
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Discoholic 🪩

#extradirty

Kiana Khansmith
Three Goblin Art

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Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Prompt: Carcer meets Stratford
Drabble Prompt 001: Orderly Chaos, knitting
It started out of practicality. It was rare to find a decent tailor in Grünwaldstadt, and even if you did they were so expensive. And you could never find enough wool in the same colour to make them plain…
Amelia got the hang of them pretty quickly, but as long as Carrickson had a thing for stripy socks there was no way in hell that she was going to stop making them.
READ.ME
The world is big and confusing and she wants to make sense of it all. She wants to find out everything and map it out, write it on paper, pin it down so it can’t escape. But that’s easier to say than to do. Things get in the way, like a cart going down the road, or people who just won’t help, or the sheer unworkability of reality.
Omnelle wishes the universe came with a manual.
clarity
Sometimes a peculiar calm descends on him, not shyness or love or blind possessive rage. He sits alone, watching the world moving around him as he stays still. He ponders the feelings in his heart, the thoughts in his head, the blood on his hands.
Sometimes Francis can see himself clearly, and in those moments he wonders what’s wrong with him.
hen wlad fyn nhadau
It was years and years ago, but he still remembers. He remembers the days spent playing with his siblings, trying to grow plants in the field with his dad and his brothers, the evenings spent helping his mam in the kitchen. He remembers trying to patch the roof with tarpaulin to stop it leaking. He remembers the stone circle and the seven druids standing around it. He remembers the singing and dancing and laughing in the rain.
But the thing that will be burnt into Gwydion’s memory forever is the day the wizard came, and his life changed forever.
“Well, I could interpret that in two ways. The first indicates tha’ there’s actually a specific person you wanna find, the second implies you’re lookin’ for a boyfriend. Let’s go with the first, yeah?”
Shawn from Orderly Chaos (via coto524)
Then, Now, Forever
He’d heard a story once, a piece of idle gossip in a bar about a young man in Ankh-Morpork whose true loves died one after another, each one on a rainy day. He’d dismissed it as a fairy story, but it comes back to him now with an added sheen of convincingness. If your own life could die and leave you behind on a rainy day, why not others’?
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