Forwarded from "Eternal Kin : The Geldart of the Family"
Out for year-end drinks with Uncle Johnny Wyrmharrow and as Mama Minnie Geldart, it turned into one of those perfectly chaotic, heart-warming nights 🍷✨
We laughed until our faces hurt, listened to Uncle Johnny’s legendary-but-not-always-funny jokes, and of course Mama Minnie delivered classic “financial complaints” speech like it was tradition. Somehow, the mix of bad jokes, warm lights, and honest conversation made everything feel softer, lighter, like the whole year finally exhaled.
A long, cozy, beautifully imperfect night, exactly the way we wanted to end the year.
We laughed until our faces hurt, listened to Uncle Johnny’s legendary-but-not-always-funny jokes, and of course Mama Minnie delivered classic “financial complaints” speech like it was tradition. Somehow, the mix of bad jokes, warm lights, and honest conversation made everything feel softer, lighter, like the whole year finally exhaled.
A long, cozy, beautifully imperfect night, exactly the way we wanted to end the year.
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siapa nyang mao aku genjrengin terus aku nyanyiin maybe we get married one day, but who knows? think I'll take that thought to the grave, but who knows?
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Forwarded from "Eternal Kin : The Geldart of the Family"
Geldart's Jay Walking through the quiet night with Geldart's Seonghyeon, Geldart's Keonho and Wyrmharrow's Ian feels different in a way I can't fully explain. The air is cold and the streetlights are dim, but having them around makes everything softer. I stay close without saying much, just making sure they're safe, that they're within reach, that the night stays gentle for all of us.
There's a calm in moments like this our footsteps, their quiet laughter, the warmth of familiar company against the chill. I don't need to do anything grand, just being near them feels natural. Protecting them isn't a duty, it's instinct. And in the stillness of the night, I'm reminded of how much they mean to quietly, steadily, without needing words.
There's a calm in moments like this our footsteps, their quiet laughter, the warmth of familiar company against the chill. I don't need to do anything grand, just being near them feels natural. Protecting them isn't a duty, it's instinct. And in the stillness of the night, I'm reminded of how much they mean to quietly, steadily, without needing words.
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement— @HallOfAllen, @Dwellsoftokki, @TheStahlbaum, @TheEisenhower, @Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @LeClives, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @NOERAYMA, @HouseWellington, @SilvyrneeManor, @TheCaintje.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement— @HallOfAllen, @Dwellsoftokki, @TheStahlbaum, @TheEisenhower, @Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @LeClives, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @NOERAYMA, @HouseWellington, @SilvyrneeManor, @TheCaintje.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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