dappled sunlight

THE SIGNS AS THINGS
  • Aries: You are a bonfire on an autumn night, ash circles above you and mingles with the stars. You are blades of grass inching through the snow- the first sign of Spring. You are the half remembered lullaby that stays in the head of an adult long after they fell asleep as a child.
  • Taurus: You are the strings of a violin vibrating in harmony. You are dappled sunlight streaming through a canopy of green leaves. You are smooth round pebbles on a beach, kept and saved by children who see you as treasure.
  • Gemini: You are the darkness behind stars that heralds so much more than what we know. You are chopped wood outside a cottage on a Winter's night. You are a cold mountain stream destined to provide life for thousands.
  • Cancer: You are red coral in a reef, you have seen thousands of years and have sheltered generations of marine lie. You are the pollen on a bee's legs, spreading around gardens so that people miles away from where you once were can see you bloom. You are a plane ticket stub stored in an old woman's diary.
  • Leo: You are a childhood friendship revisited years later where time has not stopped compatibility. You are music blaring from the penthouse apartment of a man showing his first grandchild how to play the piano. You are the cool wind so dearly cherished on a hot summer's day.
  • Virgo: You are a forever expanding desert, the shape of you changes each day with the wind and animals and humans alike travel for days to enter your hidden oasis'. You are birthday candles blown out tentatively, silk-like smoke rises above you and you are a wish come true. You are a friendship bracelet, a wedding ring, a family heirloom, a locket containing pictures of loved ones.
  • Libra: You are a mirror that has seen beautiful, excited faces for hundreds of years. You are a field of daisies and dandelions, you are not a weed: you are the crowns on the heads of barefooted children. You are a painting in an art gallery, people fall in love with you and have fallen in love in front of you.
  • Scorpio: You are the righteous fury of the seas, nothing can curb your eternal majesty. You are beautiful clothes wrapped in tissue paper and ribbon. You are a turquoise swimming pool on the hottest day of the year, they flock to the cool relief you give.
  • Sagittarius: You are a first kiss on New Years Eve, you prophesy a new year of happiness. You are the secret spot where lovers meet in the dead of night. You are a good book being read for the first time by candlelight during a black-out.
  • Capricorn: You are a pair of newly broken-in pointe shoes dancing on the stage for the first time. You are the blanket fort that protects children scared of the dark. You are the gleams of sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky.
  • Aquarius: You are sea foam crashing on cliffs hewn rough with erosion. You are comets swirling through a dancing glitter sky. You are the shared dreams between people who have never met.
  • Pisces: You are a train journey to a new, exciting place. You are lined paper covered in half-thought poems and sketches of friends during class. You are the planets orbiting around the sun like pieces of a watch that have spilled out into the galaxy.

{credence barebone} i. pomegranate and dark chocolate

here’s a little something i doodled after watching fantastic beasts. My heart kind of melted for credence, and i hope he can find happiness in the next movies.

She slashed at birch leaves till the splintery point of the broken broomstick was green and sticky. “Ser Gregor,” she breathed. “Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling.” She spun and leapt and balanced on the balls of her feet, darting this way and that, knocking pinecones flying. “The Tickler,” she called out one time, “the Hound,” the next. “Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.” The bole of an oak loomed before her, and she lunged to drive her point through it, grunting “Joffrey, Joffrey, Joffrey.” Her arms and legs were dappled by sunlight and the shadows of leaves. A sheen of sweat covered her skin by the time she paused. The heel of her right foot was bloody where she’d skinned it, so she stood one-legged before the heart tree and raised her sword in salute. “Valar morghulis,” she told the old gods of the north. She liked how the words sounded when she said them.

Arya in the Godswood at Harrenhal, commissioned from @ruebella-b

The evening sun was leaking into through the gauzy curtains, casting lazy shadows over the furniture. It was quiet and the house was comfortably warm, and there was a feeling of content thrumming through your body.

Calum looked absolutely beautiful.

Curled up in a an armchair, he was a lanky bundle of brown limbs, the dappled sunlight playing with the edges of his eyelashes. His hair peeked out from under his hoodie, falling in messy curls over his forehead, and his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he perused the pages of his latest novel. He looked entirely too small in his pyjama pants and mismatched socks, his grey hoodie all but swallowing his figure.

‘Quit staring, love’ he mumbled, a small smile gracing his lips.

A soft laugh left your lips. ‘’M not staring,’ you said. ‘How’s the book?’

Calum made a noncommittal noise. ‘It’s very average,’ he said, idly turning the page. ‘The story’s really hard to follow and there’s this really unnecessary romantic subplot between the main characters and… I mean, it’s not that great.’

You hummed in response, stretching your legs out as you lay down along the length of the couch opposite him. ‘Why are you still reading it then?’ you asked gently.

Calum shrugged. ‘Not sure,’ he said, dog-earing the page carefully before closing the book. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning. ‘Wanted to do something other than scroll through my phone, I guess. Didn’t work out too well.’

‘You could come here, then,’ you said, not even trying to be subtle. ‘Cuddle with me for a bit, I miss you.’

‘That’s a lie,’ Calum said, standing up. ‘You’ve had me all day, how could you possibly miss me?’

He shuffled over to the arm of the couch, tumbling over it with an floomf until his body was sprawled on top of yours, his head pressed unceremoniously against your shoulder and his stomach shaking with silent giggles. Groaning a little, he shifted until he was comfortable, wrapping his arms around you and pushing his face into the crook of your neck.

And it was just youandcalum, wrapped up together, all by yourself, just the way you wanted it.

It seemed like hours before you spoke again.

‘I still miss you,’ you said softly, running your hand through Calum’s hair. ‘Doesn’t matter if you’re on the other side of the world or on the other side of the room, I still miss you. ‘M always gonna want you.’

Calum pressed his lips against the skin of your neck, squeezing your middle a little. ‘I love you,’ he mumbled. ‘A lot.’

He yawned, his eyelashes catching the last rays of sunlight as he turned his head up to look at you, kissing your cheek. ‘I’m always going to love you,’ he said, finally closing his eyes.

‘Do you want to sleep now?’ you asked quietly

‘With you. Please.’

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Photography Brent Stapelkamp 

Cecil’s six cubs were spotted sitting in the dappled sunlight with the pride in Zimbabwe’s Hwange National Park, while their uncle Jericho, Cecil’s brother, was seen nearby