raw fog

you’ve got stars in your eyes

hi everyone! i know it’s been about ten thousand years, but the thing is is that i’ve been working on a full-time internship and finishing up my master’s classes this semester, so i’m a little bit bogged! however…………… that doesn’t mean i’ve been K.O.ed………. because here i am with an update, haha.

thank you, as always, to @baegerbombtastic for being dramatic and putting herself on the floor after she looks over these things every, like, ten minutes.

so here we are, everybody. finally. more prince au.

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Pairing: Eren/Levi
Verse: Let There Be Light (a prince au)
Rating: T (overall E)
Summary: Eren wonders, a little, if every kiss will feel like it’s… inevitable. Or fated, or destined, or—or something like that. He wonders if it’ll always leave him this breathless, if the way Levi’s thumbs feel against his cheeks will always twist his stomach just like so. He wonders a lot of things as Levi holds his face between his palms, as their noses brush together when he adjusts the angle of their lips, as Levi sighs against his mouth.

“I was waiting to kiss you,” Eren tells him between one breath and the next. The watered-down sunlight of the morning flutters against the rafters, throwing oddly-shaped shadows against the slope of the ceiling. “Until I brushed my teeth, I mean.”

Levi huffs a breath against Eren’s lips, and when he speaks his voice is low enough to crawl along the floor. “Yeah, well, I didn’t wanna wait anymore.”

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“[…]corre via, corre, anela,
varca torrenti e stagni,
cade, risorge, e piú e piú s'affretta,
senza posa o ristoro,
lacero, sanguinoso; infin ch'arriva
colà dove la via
e dove il tanto affaticar fu vòlto:
abisso orrido, immenso,
ov'ei precipitando, il tutto obblia.
Vergine luna, tale
è la vita mortale.”

(On, on, he, panting, goes,
Nor pause, nor rest he knows;
Through rushing torrents, over watery wastes;
He falls, gets up again,
And ever more and more he hastes,
Torn, bleeding, and arrives at last
Where ends the path,
Where all his troubles end;
A vast abyss and horrible,
Where plunging headlong, he forgets them all.
Such scene of suffering, and of strife,
O moon, is this our mortal life.)

Giacomo Leopardi, from “canto notturno di un pastore errante per l'Asia”
(I know, translating Leopardi doesn’t really give him any justice)

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Illustrating Eastern Europe featured on Mashable

Food stylist Anna Keville Joyce and photographer Agustín Nieto’s food photography series illustrated four famous capitals in Eastern Europe with delicious foods. The series was originally commissioned by travel site Foodie Backpacker.

Joyce worked with fresh ingredients to captured the unique moods of each city. “Each pieces has different challenges. For example, transmit the feeling of fog amidst the light of Prague; give the sensation of water in the Danube river in Budapest; show the colors and designs of Bucharest; and create the idea of height and sky in Warsaw,” said Joyce to Mashable.

Some of Joyce’s favorite tools included raw sugar to create fog on the streets of Prague, mashed potato clouds in Warsaw and skinless grapes to recreate the waters of the Danube river. The lesser known beauty of these cities shines through in her colorful arrangements.

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one of the most surreal experiences of my life was watching the clouds roll over the mountain until we were standing in the middle of them