darry is able to sit in a recliner with a newspaper and a cup of coffee and smile bc there are lil darrys and darryettes runnin around the house, pony is off in college and soda settled down w the love of his life
THE CLIP STEINUNN JUST POSTED OF STEFÁN AND RUFUS OH MY GOD M Y HEA RT IS EXPLODING RUFUS IS JUST ALL ReLAXED AND FLUFFY AND STEFÁN IS JUST SO PLAYFUL AND HE DOES A TINY GLANNI GROWL INTO THE FLOOFY CAT BELLY THNAK YOU STEINUNN FOR SHARING IT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
I am suffering from post concert blues. Being an American fan, I could only follow their concerts from afar but after experiencing it in person, I really miss them.
ME TOO MY DUDE !! like it was There yesterday but it didnt really hit me until today,,, yesterday i was watching the videos i took bc im so so scared to forget even a second of it and i know its already sort of Happened so im grateful for videos. but today it made me so Emo to even see fancams and pictures. i miss them so much im just :(((( i know the feeling. bc it was also the first time i got to see them live ever and Before i was sad sometimes that i didnt get to see them,,, but seeing them and now Knowing what it feels like to experience a shinee concert just makes me miss it all the more bc before i didnt know and now i do and i have something to miss. i miss them so much my dude and i really really hope they come back in the future
Honestly, sometimes I read posts about honoring and worshipping deities through praise and offerings and while I think those who do those things are fine and their path is totally the right path for them, but this always gets me thinking that I must be a damn rude witch. I, like, light a candle and say “Hey, dude, friend, pal, please take this flame and a little bit of my dinner and help me out with this sitch.” And if it works out, I say a quick thank you, but it’s not something I would qualify as ‘praise.’ I’m not quite a worshipper, I’m someone who needs their help for something.
Sometimes I feel like I must not be doing this whole paganism thing correctly, but tbh I’m also thinking that maybe I’m more like a v casual worshipper. Y’know, someone who says ‘hey pal, haven’t talked to you in a while, wanna help me with this?’ instead of “Praise be unto you, o lord of trickery.”
Adrien is the son of one of the most decorated olympians, Gabriel Agreste. It’s expected of him to follow in his father’s footsteps and become just as successful in swimming. And, naturally, he does. Even as a high school freshman, he had already made a name for himself in Paris.
Marinette is a rising star among the swimmers and had admired Gabriel since she was a small child.
When she first learned that THE Adrien Agreste was transferring into her school AND joining her swim team, she nearly fainted, but to Alya’s (her loyal friend and timer) amusement. He was every bit as handsome as his father and instantly she was smitten with him. When she watched him swim the 200 free in 1:55:25, a feat that had yet to barely be achieved by both the JV and Varsity boys, she was completely head over heels.
Adrien had amazing sportsmanship, and was polite to everyone he met. He never gloated about his time or made snarky comments about the swimmers on Junior Varsity who were still learning the strokes. Marinette was especially please to find that he was damn near perfect both in and out of the water. But the poor thing couldn’t phrase a complete sentence in front of the boy, and missed many chances to befriend him and get to know him better. Even during practice, he was always placed in the fourth or fifth lane while she had long ago laid claim to the third lane. Even if she had the luck of sharing a lane with him, there’d be no chance to chat with the boy while he was focused on the practice set, quite honestly.
In front of Adrien, Marinette was a stuttering mess and he honestly thought it was cute. But when she was in the water, it was like she was a whole different person. The first time Adrien saw this, he had trouble remembering that the girl in the water was the same red-faced girl in pigtails who had lent him a towel on his first day of practice with the school’s team (he’d never admit it out loud but, now whenever he scented fresh cherry wood, he thought of Marinette).
Standing on the starting block, her face was concentrated and serious, but there was a sparkle in her eyes. Excitement mixed with anxious anticipation, Adrien would guess—he knew the feeling well. When the buzzer went off, she pushed off and flew into the water. Her best stroke was butterfly and Adrien could see why almost immediately. Her dolphin kicks appeared slow but were powerful enough to help her cut through the water with grace and ease. Even when it seemed that she would fall behind, she would keep a steady pace, never slowing down or speeding up, until the other racers had tired themselves out. Marinette would pull forward, finally increasing her speed in the last leg of the race and come out first. Her hands would touch the wall at the end of her race and she would burst into happy, nearly breathless laughter as she fought to catch her breath. When her timer, a bespectacled girl she seemed to be friends with, told her her time, Marinette whooped in glee and jumped out of the pool to hug her friend despite the loud, exaggerated protests. She had shaven off a whole second from her previous time, he later learned.
Adrien’s heart jumped and, for the rest of the meet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.