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Jonah Simms + that thing he does with his fingers
I have a story to tell you. Really, what is it about? BROTHER BEAR (2003) dir. Aaron Blaise & Robert Walker
IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS ONLY THE OCEAN
“Accepting the Universe” (1920), by John Burroughs; // “Literary Paper” (1855), by Edward Forbes; // “A Thousand Flamingos” by Sanober Khan; // Sylvia Earle; // “Wither” (The Chemical Garden Trilogy), by Lauren DeStefano; // “The Immense Journey” ch. The Flow of the River (1957), by Loren Eiseley; // Jacques-Yves Cousteau; // Heinrich Zimmer; // “Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems” (1962), by William Carlos Williams; // “Sandry’s Book” (Circle of Magic Quartet), by Tamora Pierce; // “The Sea”, by Barry Cornwall (Bryan Waller Procter); // Speech at the America’s Cup Dinner (1962), by John F. Kennedy; // Jacques-Yves Cousteau; // Erica Billups; // Robert Wyland; // “Eragon” (The Inheritance Cycle Tetralogy), by Christopher Paolini; // Christy Ann Martine; // Robert Wyland; // “Le testament d'Orphée” (1960), by Jean Cocteau; // Speech at the America’s Cup Dinner (1962), by John F. Kennedy; // “The Infinite Moment of Us”, by Lauren Myracle; // “American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps”, by Julian Hawthorne
nolan booth the comfort character that you are
@timeguardians sent "Do you have to do that? You're staring." Rose for Jack
His chin rests upon his palm, lazy smile gracing his lips. Sure, he'd been staring for a few minutes or so. But that was hardly a crime, was it? Last he checked a little looking wouldn't get him thrown overboard – well, not unless Rose decided to push him over the railings. But he had faith she'd refrain from an action such as that.
" Oh, was I ? " Jack teases, smile transforming into a smirk with ease. Baby blues traverse her face, dipping from sunkissed skin to perfectly shaped lips, then back to meet her own gaze. " I didn't even notice. Hard to look away when you have such a captivating view , " the blond explains, finally straightening in his seat. Jack takes a moment to close the abandoned sketchbook upon his lap, before allowing himself to stretch.
The setting sun basked a golden glow over the pair, warming despite the cold waves splashing against the ship, or the sea breeze blowing past them. It was calm. Easy to forget there was a whole shipload of people and not just him and Rose out here. " My apologies. I can't promise it won't happen again though. "