vintage foresight

summary: “I want to show you what you’re missing out on. That you’re forgetting the soul you did manage to raise is able to live on, and is now a loving father of his own.” Marinette didn’t look up from the photograph. “If you had bothered to read any of his letters, you would know that little boy in the photograph is ours, and he is alive.
a/n: Been a while since I wrote anything proper for this fandom. Not sure how long this piece will be, but I had a basic idea. Hope you enjoy. ^_^

Once a peacock in a gilded cage, Gabriel Agreste had been reduced to nothing more than an aged pigeon trapped in a crown of barbed wire and self-regret. It was almost pitiful the way he hung his head in shame, refusing to look at her from across the table. 

A pile of letters, untouched, were at the centre. Each one neatly folded. 

“…Why are you here?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Did he send you?”

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~~~~~~~~~The Bee And Puppycat Letter!~~~~~~~~~

In honor of CartoonHangover’s new release, Bee And PuppyCat, I’ve recreated the Temp Agency letter! I really hope a stationary set is released eventually, I think this design is so cute! But until then please like my prop it took 2 hours and copying the writing from a computer screen onto a piece of paper by hand is very difficult and I need conformation that it all wasn’t a waste of time

(The new 2-part episode can be seen here and Adorable Pink Letter 1.0 can be found here)

All winter
the blue heron
slept among the horses.
I do not know
the custom of herons,
do not know
if the solitary habit
is their way,
or if he listened for
some missing one—
not knowing even
that was what he did—
in the blowing
sounds in the dark.
I know that
hope is the hardest
love we carry.
He slept
with his long neck
folded, like a letter
put away.
—  Jane Hirshfield, “Hope and Love” from The Lives of the Heart (HarperCollins, 1997)

“Wings To Carry You Home”

A/N: World War II Olicity AU. Rated T for now, possible M for violence. Can a one time meeting amongst the chaos and danger of war be enough to allow love to take hold?

This story is loosely based on the 1990 movie, Memphis Belle.  My edit above is made from actual photos of a WWII B-17 and crew.  I’ll try and update once a week. I hope you enjoy the story.

Previous chapters HERE.


Chapter 4

Two hours later, Oliver blinked the ache and burn from his eyes as he folded the letter he had finished writing to his mother and addressed it.

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Letters Of A Diary

Prompt: You accidentally drop an envelope before being taken away. Meanwhile, Castiel doesn’t think it’s a good idea to continue searching for you.

Pairing: none

Warnings: none

Words: 3836

“Oh god, I love the letters series! It’s so awesome. Please, please write another part. I’m secretly hoping for a happy ending, the story already had me near tears enough times. ^.^” -Anon

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Where’d you find it?” Gabriel asked, taking the folded up envelope from Sam’s hands and looking it over. “I’ve never seen this before, where’d you get it?”

“Y/N must have dropped it earlier when she came crashing through the front door,” Sam answered. “Found it underneath the-”

“I don’t care,” Gabriel snapped suddenly, turning away from Sam and walking into the kitchen. Castiel didn’t hesitate to follow him, and Sam followed foot. “Y/N was here. She was here, but she knew she was being followed so she… she “accidentally” dropped this. It’s meant to be seen by our eyes.” He unfolded the envelope which turned out to be much larger than they all had thought.

“Or it’s a setup,” Castiel urged as Gabriel started opening the envelope. “Drago disappeared and took Y/N, if it was her, with him in a snap of his fingers. He could have been just making us see things. I don’t know what he was, all I saw was what Sam saw, his human form.” Castiel snatched the envelope from Gabriel’s hands before he could dig through it. “This could be a trap.”

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Bryony couldn’t focus.  She had a Herbology paper due the next day that needed to be at least three feet in length and she hadn’t even managed to complete the first one. She considered her options.  She could continue to try and force herself to write the paper or she could do something to take her mind off of it for a bit and hope that it would allow her to go back to it later with less frustration.  The latter option was probably the better one, but how would she do that without disturbing all her dorm mates trying to study? Suddenly struck with an idea she searched her desk for a spare piece of stationary. Once she finally found one she scribbled down a note.

Dearest Adora,
I know we’re across the room from each other, but I wanted to let you know your hair looks pretty today.

With the letter written she folded the paper into an airplane and charmed it to travel to her friend.  At least with a letter Adora could ignore it if she so chose.

anonymous asked:

A nondescript messeger delivers an envelope to Tarek marked with a left-handed fist surrounded by a red sunburst. Inside, a carefully folded note simply says, "I was hoping to work with you in the future. I'll see you soon. -Adriana"

“Who the hell is Adriana?”

He asked no one in particular, throwing it in the increasingly large pile of letters.