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madeleine._elizabeth: Went to see the shadow puppets again, Alex was on top showing off form, as per 💙

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julijevich: matkobosko ta dupa ❤️🙌🏻
#alexturner #thelastshadowpuppets#opener2016 #lovesomuch

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Shadowgraphy Hands Silver Goat Pendant

Two hands throwing a goat shadow.

Shadows speak volumes by candlelight.

Hand carved by Moon & Serpent

IG: @moonandserpent

gentlemanlysorcerers  asked:

Zack leaned against Jess's door frame and knocked softly on her door. "You in Jess?"

A resounding bubbly laugh from Charlotte and a giggle from Jess answered that question

“The door’s open love come on in!” Jess called, she had Charlotte sitting between her crossed legs as she made the shadows along the walls turn to animals and dance. It was keeping their daughter happy and entertained so she was happy with it “Be careful though i turned the light off to i could play shadow puppets with our little one”

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Shadowgraphy Hands Silver Goat Pendant

Two hands throwing a goat shadow.

Shadows speak volumes by candlelight.

Hand carved by Moon & Serpent

IG: @moonandserpent

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Up until you had met Dean, you hated winter. You hated the cold and the inconvenience of the ice and snow. You hated getting trapped in the middle of nowhere after a hunt, because the roads was closed.

That had been until you had gotten stuck on a small back road with Dean. You had complained and whined as he dragged you through the woods, away from his beloved impala, which hadn’t put him in too good a mood either.

Finally you had stumbled across an abandoned cabin. You had been shaking and your skin was turning blue. As soon as Dean noticed your distress, the anger had seemed to leave his body and he pulled you closely against his. He had build a fire and held you until feeling started to return to your limbs. He had kissed you sitting on the floor in front of the fire place that night and the shadow puppets had played on your naked skin as he made love to you.

Since then you had loved winter and the cabin had become your secret getaway. A place only the two of you knew and a place where you could pretend to be normal if only for a few days.

Winter had become your favourite time of year to spend with him in the middle of nowhere. The cold didn’t matter when you were with Dean, because in his arms you were warm, safe and loved.

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The Last Shadow Puppets feat. Johnny Marr playing The Smiths’ ‘Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me’, live at Castlefield Bowl, Manchester, 10 July 2016.

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You come by the start of a cliff that slants gradually, yielding a large wall. It shimmers with colourful paper lanterns, flickering and gleaming, seemingly painted with different figures that seemingly looked like Legendary Pokemon. A few tables are laid out with various of  paints, flowers, papers and other craft materials scattered everywhere, blotting the dulling brown with colour. 

[Welcome to the Art Corner!]

Need a nightlight for your tent? The beautiful scene of stars giving you inspiration? Just like art? You’ve come to the right place!

Run by Annie and Chalk, guests can have some fun by making lanterns to hang, make flower crowns, or paint on the wall! Have a fun camp story to show? Why not draw it out? Or cut out shadow puppets to play it out? Many crafts are provided, from flowers to paint, to different types of paper! Give it a try to light up your nights and days!

He asked about her favorite bed time story.
Which one makes her arms feel warm,
like a hug from a lover that we have lost;
which one makes her heart beat softly,
as if the clouds were jealous of her;
& which one makes her breathing slow down,
I think she silently whispered it as a smile.
She said:
“The one where the hero dies because he saved the princess stuck in the glass castle. The one where he returns to stardust and talks her restlessness back into the stars. The one where his shine speaks to the sun’s wavelengths and how his colorful eyes met hers during twilight conversations. The one where he blows up and returns as a crater on the moon, the one where his fingers pressed rewind and got stuck in the tape. The one where he uses his heartstrings to play shadow puppets with the stars and he knows, he knows that he’s home. Because in his particular story, she watches everything he does and the princess knows that sleep shall return like how he returned to the universe.”
And he would reply, but he’s always a bit stuttering, a bit uttering, and a bit muttering.
So he said:
“I think that’s my favorite story too.
—  because she told the stories that he dies for /// k.c.