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Beatles John Lennon Age 11 at Stawberry Field in 1952 Colorization Reblogged
TAG of BEATLES in my Tumblr https://kichisaburo3.tumblr.com/tagged/BEATLES
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13 NOV 2024 Wednesday
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75 is feeling anarchy preempted Jacela hijinks idk
“Let’s just bury the hatchet.” - “Fuck your hatchet.”
They stood at the altar at the Sept which meant Baela was already in a mood. His wife - an odd notion to think. They were both not yet one and ten, was often in a mood. They both wore all black - without any red for once. Sept was held in very low regard in her eyes. As was he. So today was not a good day at all for the Queen.
"Please," he said quietly as the High Septon had wofted incense over them. "Let's just bury the hatchet?" It was the wrong terminology to use. Two moons ago on Smith's day - the last time Baela had been in the Sept. The last time Jacaerys had been here without getting in trouble. He had been presented with a fine array of weapons by the smiths of the city. The Queen had been given an array of candlesticks, a wrought iron fireguard and a dragonheaded poker.
Jacaerys hadn't even gotten to keep any of the weapons. Daemon had taken them off to the armoury within an hour of their arrival back at Red Keep.
"Fuck your hatchet," Baela hissed under her breath. "This is boring. Why did you make me come?"
Jacaerys had made a small intake of breath at her language. In the Sept.
"You are the Queen," he said. "You should want to celebrate the Holy Days with the people." The day of the Stranger was when people prayed for those who had passed on. Jacaerys had thought Baela would want to pray for her brother if nothing else.
She spat something back in Valyrian which was intended to be mean. Until recently he would not have understood it. But Daemon had not been pleased to find little Valyrian had been spoken in the household Jacaerys had been raised and now there were days that he spoke to Jacaerys in nothing but that tongue saying it would make it stick quicker. He did not get everything Baela said but he caught the words for insufferable and prig. She had thrown them at him before smug about her own command of the language she said was their mother tongue. Jacaerys decided to ignore her and bent his knee at the altar to pray. He had a lot more dead to pray for than she did anyway.
From 2000 - 2003
My internet journey began on Neopets, and I transplanted into deviantArt in 2004, so these drawings all predate when I started posting work publicly.
This is archival. You can find my current work @tryskits
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Malachite after Azurite, on Planchite by cobalt123 Via Flickr: Malachite after Azurite, on Planchite
[1971] Curiosity Killed the Cat
Tiberius was too excited to stay put. it was true that the ride in the train had been long, and the feast had left him a little lethargic, but at the first sight of the Common Room he knew he had to explore all the titles in there. He wasn’t sure on curfew, he didn’t know if it meant you couldn’t be out of bed or out of you House, but either way he wasn’t losing the opportunity to explore a bit when everyone else was sleeping.
He stepped in his slippers and quietly left his snoring dorm-mates to go back to the Common Room. Reading the whole set of books that he wanted to take up with him he moved backwards to keep adding and found himself stumbling into someone. “Merlin, I’m so sorry.”
