Вечерний променад :) Почему-то люди почти не встречались, зато Перл завела знакомства с плюмботами. Милые ребята!
saw an advert for a club night thing where every time they play wonderwall u get free drinks and that sounds suicide inducing
Watch "Ryan Adams - Wonderwall" on YouTube
One of my favorite songs
have you ever got, like, 3/4 of a way through a build and you're like "why am i doing this" because that's me right now trying to build an indoor skating rink that originally started off as me rebuilding the one that burnt down in my home town but is now this weird, [kind of?] googie behemoth
Oh my god your lunter is soooo good, like the way you write a bad but sad boy and his human witch frenemy-sort-of-crush is just *chief kiss* They really helped me to get through the week, tbh
Also I wanted to ask would you mind if I translate one of your goldenlight stories from English and repost it on the different non-English platform? With all proper credits of course ( if you agree I can also send you a link when I'm done! )
I mean, I saw in one of your asks that you sorta don't feel comfortable with people reposting your works on another sites which is totally understandable and fine btw, but your stories are a complete delight and I think the part of our small local huntceda community which doesn't understand English well would really appreciate such a nice meal, so I really had to ask <з
Anyway, I hope you are having a great day! ❤️
Oh my gosh, I'd be thrilled. I know there's a good chunk of Lunter fans who are Spanish-speaking and they sometimes use an auto-translater to read my fics, but I always wonder how effective that really is. I've read Lunter fics before that I auto-translated from Spanish and, well, the translater is still very rough 😭 The technology just isn't going to work as well as an actual person by any means.
So yeah, if you'd like to do that for one of my fics (for whatever language you were thinking of), that would be amazing! I recognize how much work that would be and really appreciate that you're willing to go through the effort for our fellow Lunter fans.
normies: this is my oc they have character traits that are dynamic flaws and strengths like pride and compassion, and are tested, having to give up one for the other, or turned against them, possibly even bringing their downfall. they have cool powers and quirks that help convey the themes and meaning the narrative is expressing. I use tropes effectively to tell a story.
me: this character is a shitlib, that character has a DA account full of fetish art, this character has hypothyroidism, this character only plays rat decks
its actually a great thing blur never became popular outside the UK bc then they would've disbanded way earlier and i refuse 2 imagine my life without blur 1997 and 13
Flower Power is a medley of Summer blossoms that turn your bath into a garden oasis. Peonies, carnations, and forget-me-nots float infuse your bath with self love and beauty. Pour a handful of flowers in a warm bath and bathe like a goddess.
𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 : 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆
Okay so I was wearing a why me why not top to college today and a girl asked me who it was and i said "Oh Liam Gallagher." And she was like "Oh who? i don't think ive heard of them ?" "He was the singer in Oasis." "Whose Oasis ?"
i'm not joking or nothing but we are less than an hour away from where he grew up hun get a grip.
I want to die nobody in my class knows who he is.
Oh Honey Honey
Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader
Warnings: Angst, language, mention of mental illness, maybe a few spelling mistakes
Summary: You are Oasis's official photographer. You meet Liam for the first time, this isn't what you expected.
A/N: Hi everyone ! Here's the first chapter of the new fan fic ! I hope you'll like it as much as the other ones. The title was inspired to me by the famous The Cure song ! As I said, this fan fic will also treat with a special topic, because I'm concerned by this. May is the borderline personality disorder awareness month, as well as the mental illness awareness month, and I found it important for the reader to have this illness, just like I have, because not a lot of people write about it, and it's a very stigmatized illness (as much as the other ones, but let's break the stigma).
All of this was thanks to Noel. It was him I met first, him that gave me this job.
We first met during the Inspiral Carpets tour. We both were roadies. Him who was a musician but didn’t really play music with them, me as a photographer and who really took pictures. At the second we met; a great friendship was born. We were inseparable.
When I got home to Winchester, it wasn’t long until I got a call from him.
He was now in a band with his young brother Liam and some mates. A band called Oasis, that would change my life forever. Noel was asking me to become the band’s official photographer.
If I accepted? Fuck yes.
What I didn’t know was what I was getting myself into.
Life was already a hard bitch with me.
In 1989, I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, a fucking mental illness that was eating me from inside, destroying me, killing me, little by little.
Oh yeah. You might ask yourself what it is and what it does. That’s quite easy and quite difficult to describe. Let’s image it. Imagine yourself on an infinite rollercoaster, full of obstacles that make you bump into them, making you fall from high to the lowest, ripping off the skin you already had raw like a burn victim, making you die, but just like a video game or a cartoon, you come back to life, and you feel you’re dead inside because you feel a void, nothing at all, or a little bit too much alive because you feel too much, and you get back up in this fucking infinite rollercoaster. That’s my meaning.
Or if you prefer the medical terms, it is described as: “a mental illness that severely impacts a person’s ability to regulate their emotions.” Translation: My emotions were and are still controlling me as if I was a slave to them.
If you want to know more, check the internet, but only on good websites talking about it like we’re not dangerous psychopaths or big mistakes like Amber Heard is. I just hope no one will have the idea to compare me to her, it would be insulting. I’m not here to talk about this, but sadly, this is a part of my story.
So, where was I… Oh yeah, Liam Fucking Gallagher. We met in 1992. I was 22, he was 20. Let’s say I wasn’t ready for a person like him.
May 5th, 1992-Club 57- Manchester
It was the first time ever I was walking in the Manchester Streets. Let’s say I was understanding Noel when he was talking, but he really was the only one.
It’s like Mancunians weren’t speaking English, or was it me?
My train arrived late, so was I. Late for Oasis’s gig.
When I arrived, they already started playing.
I tried to squeeze through the crowd to get in front of the stage to start taking pictures. Girls were looking at me with their dark looks that made them feel superior to me, and a few men pushed me, insulting me.
I was already pissed off by the fact I was being late, so it was enough to enrage me.
A black-haired guy called me a slut during Rock N’ Roll star so I punched him.
Who’s the slut now? Dickhead.
I made my way to the front of the stage. Noel saw me and smiled at me. Then I looked at the singer. The young man was handsome, I couldn’t deny it. His voice was hoarse and nasal and yet I loved the way he was singing, if besides you don’t pay attention to the weird position he had while doing it.
I thought he looked cool.
And I don’t know why… but something crossed my head when he looked at me with his big beautiful blue eyes: And if he was the one?
After the gig, Noel came to see me and hugged me.
Y/N! damn I missed ye cock!
Missed you too mate. You were excellent.
Dead right we were!
You haven’t changed!
Why would I, me?
Oh no need to, I prefer you being…you.
Noel introduced me to Tony, Guigsy and Bonehead.
Then Liam arrived, a spliff in his hand.
Who’s the bird? He asked
Our kid, this is Y/N.
The Y/N from Inspiral Carpets?
Yep, that’s me!
Hi. He said looking at me down to the top
Hi! I answered
He didn’t look happy to see me. God I didn’t like to be rejected.
Terror, anxiety and anger invaded me.
Why are you looking at me like that? I asked, aggressively
Noel knew me by heart, he knew why I was reacting like this.
Like what? Liam chuckled
It’s okay Y/N, stay cool, he isn’t looking at ye the way you think. Noel told me, patting my shoulder
Oi, are ye crazy or summat?
Liam yous shouldn’t…
So this is it then? I’m crazy?!
What the fuck Noel, who the fuck is she?
I’ll explain later. Y/N, calm down it’s okay.
I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.
Sorry Liam, it’s not your fault. I just overreact sometimes.
I didn’t want Noel to tell him, he would really think I was crazy if he did.
And you chose her to be our photographer, huh? Ye think ye can do it? He first said to Noel, then to me
Oh I really didn’t like it.
Why? You don’t think I can? I said dryly
I give ye yer luck man, but don’t fuck it up. Oi our kid, didn’t you think I was biblical on stage? I was godlike man!
Oh, and I can see you’re very humble as well! I said, irritated
I am, me! Liam answered, winking at me
Okay, I was trying to stay calm, but it was hard. He clearly wasn’t the one, and I thought I would probably hate him in a matter of minutes or even seconds.
If it was a cartoon, you would have seen thunderbolts cross my eyes. I didn’t like people with high self-esteem and who play with it.
It's Friday! - Yellow Cartoon Funny Gift
Oasis de Maranhao, Parque Nacional Lencois Maranhenses, Brasil
Los oasis son hermosos ecosistemas desérticos que se han desarrollado cerca de fuentes de agua que no son típicos del entorno geológico-ecológico más amplio. La exuberante vegetación y, a menudo, los lagos de aguas cristalinas se esconden entre las aparentemente interminables dunas de arena. La vista de los oasis es tan cautivadora que muchos de ellos se han convertido en verdaderas atracciones turísticas.
i feel so bad for juniper whyd thzy have to hurt that poor bird
idk wing clipping is a thing thats very very normalized in bird communities despite all of the evidence that points to it being way more harmful for a bird to be clipped than for it to be able to fly. if you can imagine that