#dearest friends

Loose threads dangle from his body, several seams hanging open where stuffing peeks through torn fabric. One arm hangs awkwardly at his side, barely attached, swaying slightly whenever he moves.

Yet he acts as though none of it matters.

His attention remains steady, posture stubbornly upright despite how damaged he looks.

“…I know I need to stay with her now. Always.”

A small pause follows as he glances away briefly.

“But she also wouldn't want me to abandon friends. Mother was always like that.”

There’s a faint softness in his expression at the thought.

“She would be upset if I locked myself away beside her forever.”

“…so hello to you, mage.”

His ears twitch faintly.

“It has been a while.”

"Ah, hello, my friend! It has been a while, truly. I am glad to hear from you once more!"

Mage nods in agreement, before focusing on Pom Pom's injuries, concerned and faintly alarmed.

second is kinda washed out unless you tap onto it but lots and lots of stars on this very chilly night <3

SPAAAAAACE AND STAAAARS!!!!

“Hey...Lucy? I gotta tell you...somethin’ important.”

“Huh? What?”

Do you have any favorite foods to cook/bake?? Something u rlly like??🥺🤍

sorry starry this is the second time i’m writing this tumblr ate the first response

Starry!!!🥺🫶🏻✨💗 my love! My day has been fine, hbu? Are you almost done with school?

okay okay so tbh I don’t cook 😭 —don’t come for me— I only know how to cook, like, eggs 😭 BUT I am trying to do better! My mom showed me how to make italian pasta skillet last night (which is one of my favorite meals) and I think I got it. Just gotta overcome my fear of messing up and wasting ingredients😁✊🏻. But you wanna know my fav fav fav fav fav food👀👀👀 mac and cheese. Hands down. Thank you Thomas Jefferson for popularizing it whether it be cup mac and cheese, kraft mac and cheese, homemade mac and cheese, crockpot mac and cheese— I will inhale it. No joke. I eat entire family sized boxed mac and cheese for lunch sometimes (when I feel like cooking it but ur also talking to the girl who messed up Kraft mac and cheese not once, but TWICE!!!!)

I love mac and cheese. more than I love shouto, my bf, and bts😭😭😭 (I’m slightly joking)

Dream simply quirks an eyebrow. 

“I can’t explain it. It’s like an itch under my skin.” Hob picks at the cuff of his sweater. “I’ve learned German, French, Korean, not to mention keeping up with English. I’ve sailed to 35 different countries and flown to 12. I want to know things and experience things and, I don’t know, maybe earn your attention.” 

“You needn’t try so hard.” Dream tells him. “I come here to hear your experience. However you live, whatever you learn and do, or don’t do, will earn my attention.” 

“That’s uh, that’s quite sweet actually.” Hob manages. “Have you been alright? Recovering okay?” Because Hob worries about Dream. Worries that he pushes himself too much to be okay. 

“You shouldn’t-,” Dream stops. He sighs. “I’m figuring things out. Everything is so different now. So much change, not just to your world, but mine as well.” He looks away, avoids the eager soft look on Hob’s face. “It’s good change. Good that my subjects, my people feel that they can talk to me. That I am finally willing to listen. I don’t want to be who I was. I don’t want my creations to fear me,” 

“You needn’t try so hard to be some all powerful god.” Hob takes a sip of his wine. A fancy expensive white he picked just for Dream. “Look at you here, in a bloody tshirt and jeans like the rest of us common folk. Isn’t it better? To appear approachable and have people want to speak with you and treat you as equal and not above?” Hob himself has spent his fair share of time putting Dream on a pedestal; it almost surprises him how human the man in front of him is now. 

“How have you become so wise? You know so little of my struggle, but you know just what I need to hear.” 

I’m changing the title of this because it better articulates what I feel like I’m seeing here...because John has never looked more beautiful or more besotted to me, in this picture. He really reminds me of a bride on her honeymoon, just floating around in a puddle of love and “He loves me!” goo.  

In the close up it seriously looks like a honeymoon picture.

I don’t know who the guy sitting with the boys are, possibly an EMI official? He looks like he could be related to George Martin. But hooboy, look at John Lennon and the scarf. And the hair. He looks beautiful... maybe too beautiful! 

And of course, look at Paul beside him, almost as though they’re their own little unit. The nation of two. They almost look like they’re shopped in from another picture (although they are not). Very cute, very sweet. Very McLennon? Whatever. They just look very happy, and very naturally so, just being together.

I am still on the fence about whether their relationship ever was physical. They clearly loved one another and were soulmates but whether it went farther than that will (probably forever) be the stuff of fanfics. But I look at that pic, and how comfortable and chill they are together and how (even with their bandmates right there, with them) they seem like they are their own singular sort of energy, and I can’t help but marvel.