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happy midsummer my lovelies!! 🌸
I wish everyone has a midsummer full of love, light and magic!! here’s something silly to celebrate. I’m looking forward to being out all night and maybe even casting some traditional midsummer spells while I’m at it for good luck✨
Universe 1,237: Fairytale
“You adopted a bear.”
“Remus adopted a bear.”
“Technically it was Moony and Padfoot who adopted him.”
“Mostly Moony,” Sirius says, as though he was there, and this was not the first he was hearing of Padfoot. If he has access to his dog form in this world, why can’t he feel it?
“He isn’t really a bear,” Remus insists. “He’s under a spell; I can feel it.”
“But Dorcas couldn’t find anything?” Lily asks, clearly sceptical, while James simply sits back with a shit-eating grin and his most ridiculous pair of spectacles yet.
“Dorcas thought Sirius was an omen of death.”
“I don’t know any other witches who can do what I do,” Lily says, rather smugly. So she’s the one who holds that power. “And I can promise you, I haven’t turned any little boys into bears.”
“Not recently, anyway,” James jokes.
Remus glances over at Teddy, currently chewing on Harry’s arm while the boy laughs.
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“While they were thus engaged at Sogn Sound, Frithiof hastened to Balder’s temple, to which Ingeborg had been sent for security, and where, as Hilding had declared, he found her a prey to grief. Now although it was considered a sacrilege for man and woman to exchange a word in the sacred building, Frithiof could not forbear to console her; and, forgetting all else, he spoke to her and comforted her, quieting all her apprehensions of the gods’ anger by assuring her that Balder, the good, must view their innocent passion with approving eyes, for love so pure as theirs could defile no sanctuary; and they ended by plighting their troth before the shrine of Balder.
‘Thou whisp’rest “Balder,”—His wrath fearest;—
That gentle god all anger flies.
We worship here a Lover, dearest!
Our hearts’ love is his sacrifice;
That god whose brow beams sunshine-splendour,
Whose faith lasts through eternity,—
Was not his love to beauteous Nanna
As pure, as warm, as mine to thee?
His image see!—himself broods o’er it—
How mild, how kind, his bright eyes move!
An off’ring bear I here before it,
A warm heart full of purest love.
Come, kneel with me! no altar incense
To Balder’s soul more grateful is
Than two hearts, vowing in his presence
A mutual faith as true as his!’
Tegnér’s Friðþjófs saga (G. Stephens’s tr.)
Art by Hans Thoma (1839-1924)
Recolors of The Ninth Wave Sims' 4t2 City Living Split Beam Bench
I came across this worn-out wooden texture at Vecteezy and thought it was cool, and when I saw this bench I decided to try if the two would work together. I think they did!
As the swatch above shows, I made six recolors. The mesh isn't included as it's merged with the original recolors, get it here!
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If you squint, this looks a little like a midsummer flower crown.
Let’s all dance around a phallic object and croak like frogs.
Coyote Run - Oak & Ash & Thorn
Sing oak and ash and thorn, my love All of a Midsummer’s morn; Surely we sing of no little thing In oak and ash and thorn!
Midsummer Night Dreams | Now Available
Somewhere far away, the recalcitrant guardian of a magical bridge meets a wandering fool; a man with barely a name (and even less of a past) searches the world for meaning; a heartbroken princess with a girl gang of huntresses takes on matters of retribution; a talentless poet courts a disinterested gardener; a downtrodden orphan finds herself torn between equally bloodthirsty loves.
In this second anthology of fairytales for the modern era, Olivie Blake (Fairytales of the Macabre and Masters of Death) brings you further tales of romance, each one a wistful meandering into whimsical comedy, incurable longing, and as always, the impractical persuasions of love.
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