#b2s

[dogwalkoclock]

they're unbelievably adorable my heart aches

TEETEEPOR B2 STATIONARY WORKSHOP #B2Sxตี๋ตี๋ป๋อ

[aeonianphotoart]

MOUSE ISLAND DAWN: CHASING LIGHT IN CORFU

MOUSE ISLAND DAWN: CHASING LIGHT IN CORFUWhere do ancient legends meet perfect light?For centuries, this tiny emerald isle has whispered stories to those willing to listen. Pontikonisi—Mouse Island—sits gently at the mouth of the Halkiopoulos lagoon in Corfu, frozen in mythological time.According to Homer's epic, this very island was once Odysseus's ship, transformed by Poseidon's wrath into the verdant rock we see today. The small Byzantine church of Panagia Vlacherna stands as a sentinel to this ancient tale, a testament to how mythology and faith intertwine in the Greek landscape.I had already photographed Mouse Island from the distant cliffs at dusk, but something called me closer. I wanted intimacy with this legendary place—to capture the church in its perfect morning light. But reaching this location presented its own odyssey.With my rental car already returned, I faced a choice: a lengthy road journey or what locals described as a "short beach walk"—provided the tide allowed passage. The beach route beckoned, though not without risk. I certainly didn't fancy an impromptu swim while carrying my camera equipment and tripod!Fortune smiled as both tide and timing aligned perfectly. I arrived at the causeway just as the rising sun began to burn away the morning mist cloaking the distant mountains. The scene unfolded like a painting coming to life—golden light gradually revealing the church and island against the backdrop of misty peaks.In moments like these, my job becomes beautifully simple: compose the frame and bear witness to the magic. The tranquility was profound as I watched light transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, revealing textures and colors invisible to those still sleeping.This single quiet morning resulted in one of my most sought-after pieces—a meditation on patience, mythology, and the transformative power of dawn light."Follow the journey from ancient light to timeless art"#MouseIsland #CorfuDawn #AeonianArt #AncientLegends #GreekIslands #FineArtPhotography #MythologyInLight #PontikonisiIsland #MediterraneanBeauty Read the full article

[oneesanmarket]

Mister Donut X Nakayosi: Pencil Case

Size: height 140 x width 220 x 80mm

Price: 10€/15 USD

(Shipping price not included)

Units Available: 1

(Send us a message or comment if you’re interested!!)

[b2s-incorrect-quotes]

Jodie: Every morning, my adopted dad would wake up early just to cut the crust off my sandwich. He knew the crust was my favourite part. He hated me so much.

[krushonka-studies]

Romanticizing back to school as a coping mechanism bc my teachers are toxic af, I spend 2 hours every day to get to school and back home, I’m sleep deprived, I don’t really have time or energy for my interests, don’t really have time to take care of myself but hey, cute notes and sweaters and stuff uwu

[tessasocs]

book to screen: cosmic strings chapter fifteen

the final blow

“I never said I was”

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permanent taglist: @witchofinterest @abbysarcane @foxesandmagic @perfectlystiles @darknightfrombeyond @twinmasks

leftover children taglist: @agb-random @raging-violets @randomestfandoms-ocs

(wanna join? lmk!)

[acadiemia]

30 Days of Back to School ・ Day 3/30 - What’s in your bag? 30日の学校・3/30日 - 何が君の鞄で？

my planner is the heaviest item in my bag!! (you can see what’s in my pencil case here)

[strgryn]

★ Book to Show ★   Daenerys I (AGoT)

Her brother held the gown up for her inspection. "This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric."

Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. "Is it really mine?"

"A gift from the Magister Illyrio," Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. "The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess."

A princess, Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. "Why does he give us so much?" she asked. "What does he want from us?" For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister's house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos.

"Illyrio is no fool," Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. "The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne."