#tenoroons

[the-ipre]

for "what do you look like based on your blog": i want to say brown hair, glasses, maybe a bunch of freckles? and for some reason i am CONVINCED you have beautiful hands

my hair is always dyed and the only time i wore glasses was in 8th grade when i wore 3d glasses with the lenses popped out for a frankly embarrassingly long time, so not quite! i do have a lot of freckles tho!!! and i’d like to think i have nice hands, they’re bigger than most other folks’ and very strong

[theheadcanonzone]

Lucretia accidentally erased the whip, but not the accompanying nae-nae

A travesty

[adventuresloane]

for the minific ask meme: hurloane and o (space/stars)?

“I really hope you appreciate all I do for you,” Sloane called down as she balanced on a thick branch, standing on tiptoe to reach a higher bough.

From below, she heard Hurley laugh. “You’re gonna thank me for this in a minute.”

“You do realize Candlenights isn’t for almost another month, right? Why do you want to decorate now?” 

“So we can enjoy having the decorations up for longer! Hey, can you hang a few stars on the lower left of the tree? It’s looking barren.”

She sighed and climbed down to the lower branches. In the past, Sloane’s plans for the Candlenights season had included robbing department stores of their swollen holiday profits and sleeping away the lengthening nights. Hurley, who had strung garland around every inch of their home from the bedroom to the garage (the garage!) and who had organized a gift exchange with friends for the next three weekends, felt rather differently.

“This isn’t even the right kind of tree,” she said, navigating the spindlier branches as she moved around in the canopy. “Why do you want to decorate the cherry tree.”

“My family and I used to decorate all the trees around our house. Big and small. We never cut them, just hung ornaments on them wherever they stood. It made the whole neighborhood bright.”

“Hey, am I done? How does it look?”

“Yeah, you should come down!”

Sloane dropped out of the tree and landed on her feet. Hurley had taken a seat on the ground leaning against the trunk, and she joined her there. Both of them looked up to see the star-shaped ornaments dangling down above them, some of them lost in the pink foliage that kept blooming, impossibly, in the middle of winter.

“Well,” said Sloane. “It’s nice, but it’ll be hard for people to see them at a distance in the dark.”

Hurley hadn’t stopped smiling all night, and that comment didn’t cause her grin to waver. “You see the stars best in the dark,” she replied. And with that, she clapped her hands together and sent out a small wave of magical energy.

In an instant, the tree dazzled. The star ornaments began to glow like fireflies interspersed amongst the blossoms. They glowed to dispel the darkness of the surrounding evening, encircling them in a golden glow and setting the tree, the night, on fire.

She must have looked surprised, because Hurley gently nudged her and asked, “So you do like it, huh?”

“Yeah,” she answered quietly. “Yeah, I do.”

“I was hoping you would.”

But it wasn’t the lights that had amazed her. Sloane had seen a number of Candlenights trees in her life, in stores around the season and through the windows of homes. All were bright, nothing new. What stuck out now was the realization that, every time up until now, she had been alone when she watched the lights on those trees flick on. It had always been a solo experience.

Now, with another against her, with Hurley’s arms around her waist, the light pouring down from the stars above her was not just light. It was, too, warmth.

(Hope you like this one! Sorry it’s a bit short.)

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[ruffboi-mags]

hi for the au meme will you write Second Soul with hurloane i will give u my soul for this

It was common for racers to theme their battlewagon (and masks) after the daemon of their driver.  The Raven and the Ram were odd, not only because they were a two-person team who somehow managed to be successful, but because they didn’t have a theme.  They had their masks, their names, but there’s nothing tying them together other than their animals starting with the letter R.

What the other racers and spectators don’t see is how they are connected.  They don’t see Anemone perched on Morgan’s horns, watching curiously as Sloane and Hurley bicker over upgrades to their wagon.  What they don’t see is how at home Sloane looks, passed out on the floor of the garage with her head pillowed on Morgan’s wooly side; how comfortable and domestic it feels when Anemone perches on Hurley’s head and preens the halfling’s tight curls.

Or maybe they do, in a way, in the ease with which Hurley and Sloane dance and swap and fight for their place in the races, in the way they grab each others’ hands in excitement when they’re presented with a prize and then don’t let go.

Maybe if they try, they can find a theme in the easy way strangers would never be able to pick which daemon belongs to which girl, so intertwined they are with each other.

[keplercryptids]

hi you said podcast recs? im in the middle of the first season of The Strange Case Of Starship Iris and its lovely! They offer trigger warnings where applicable and transcripts on their website (and they remind you those exist every episode). also the plot is bomb af

ooh that sounds awesome. 2019 is all about accessible content babey

[avatarofthepining]

ur cool mutual for SURE

kshsgsksh i'm p sure i've been following you just about since i started this blog when i had like. less than 100 followers. and even though we don't talk i've gotten attached. 💙💙💙

[slendermoon]

for the spotify wrapped ask meme: what are songs 17, 23, and 69?

OH OMG I never got notified of this ask?!!!

17 - Camisado by P!ATD

23 - Call Me In The Afternoon by Half Moon Run

69 - Grandloves (ft Young Magic) by Purity Ring

tysm!!!!!💕

[pussyandpetrichor]

Tagged by @necro-divergent

the rules: 1) spell out your URL using song titles and 2) tag as many folks as there are letters in your URL.

Dark Side of the Moon

Everybody Wants to Be a Cat

Voodoo Child

Oh, Death

That's Not My Name

Eye of the Tiger

Everybody Hurts

Oh No

From Eden

Election of 1800

I'm on the Edge of Glory

Little Talks

In Hell I'll Be in Good Company

Sympathy for the Devil

Tik Tok

Radioactive

Almost Human

Easy

Eat It