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Β Β Β Β Β Someday I'll wish upon a starΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β and wake up where Β Β Β Β Β the clouds are far behind me

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Lazy Saturday Morning
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Maybe if he was smaller, or she weighed more than a sack of potatoes the bed would have shifted more. HeΒ would have shifted more. But neither is a reality so neither do so. And thereβs a sleepy sort of smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips. That has hands drifting up to find familiar homes along her sides. Hands that waste very little time slipping down to her hips.
The tease of a kiss rattling a hum in his throat, before lips lazily respond to hers. A two-tonedΒ gaze cracking open when she laughs. Correcting her previous statement. A chuckle of his own because he might be sleepy but heβs not dumb. And maybe he lets her settle a minute. Doesnβt say anything, letting the moment sink into his bones.Β
Because every moment like this is a treasure. Something heβs learned to memorize every aspect of. Because tomorrow...the next...a month, a year from now it could all be gone. She could be gone. And if his long life has taught him anything itβs never to take the small moments, the little things for granted.
But even for all that he teases back. Nose brushed against hers ever so gently. As those hands move even farther down and back. Drifting only so far beneath a silk hem.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βGoβsomβtβinβ else nβmoind, love?β
the barton family is fully back and i couldnβt be a happier berfie // @haroldbarton & @edithbarton
Ya know there are days the hate rolls in like shit down hill...
And then there are days like today....
So much love in the tags of bazβs new promo being reblogged. I heart you all so much okay. Youβre all beautiful and talented. And itβs a blessing and a joy to write/interact you. And see your fantatsic talent on my dash. Seriously. You all brighten my life.Β
xoxo
- Chicken
Parker in the middle

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Itβs that time again! For my new followers/rp partners: This is not a call out. This is me making sure I have the most updated and accurate list of Bazβs active threads. This is also a way for my rp partners to let me know if they need to drop something, or if Iβve misplacedΒ a thread.
This is a reoccurringΒ thing. A post like this will be posted once a month. Because I like being helpful and I like everyone being on the same page to avoid unnecessary stress for all parties involved.
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If our thread is not listed here and you still wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know. If our thread is listed and you no longer wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know.Β I will NEVER EVER bitch at you or hold it against you if you need/want to drop a thread.Β
Thanks my sweetlings!
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What offering Edith would leave at Luka's shrine? Herself in something lacy.
Meme: If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine? Status: OPEN
And this is the story of how the term βhappy wife happy lifeβ was born. Though mortals remember it not. For he had been a hunting with the other lesser Tuatha of the forest. Running through the trees and over greener hills. Quick of foot as the wolf he beβ¦but thenβ
Another scent had caught his mind. Another taste of finer mead. And the Tuatha of the shadowed hunt turned from his prey. And began another. One far easier to catch. For she had left herself open to attack. The fair daughter of a their greater one. And a man became a wolf became a man again, across the span of an island whole. Before he pounces hungry and in need upon the woman shaped doe that dared to lie upon his alter of stone and roots. Because she fears him, no more than she might a blade of grass.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Am I interrupting?Β she questions.
Β Β Β Β Β βNβer, love. All else be interruptions taβye.βΒ
And so the story goes, where eβer they laid, the winter frost dared not touch it. For the ground was sacred and the warmth of them enough to stave off even the harshest breathes the north could muster forth.