*cannot contain joy*

vex who bargains for her own life and wins

vex who haggles fiercely when the raven queen comes for her in her temple; death holds no fear for her, but she can’t leave her friends behind, and why should she when she has so much to offer?

vex who charms the raven queen with her clever tongue and her indefatigable nature; vex who uses every bit of knowledge of this entity from her thirty-gold book to her advantage

 vex who comes to see something of herself in the way the Raven Queen is set apart from the other gods because she is seen as a usurper, an outsider

vex who rises from the sunken tomb with her life hard-won and a raven feather behind her ear

vex who flirts and cajoles and argues with the voice of the Raven Queen; vex who is all too happy to shed all her clothes to meet her goddess, and strides through her temple as if it is her birthright, with all the confidence of a bargain well made

vex who fletches her arrows with raven’s feathers so they may fly true and strike down the abominations the Raven Queen abhors; vex who cannot contain her pure joy when she first takes flight

vex who becomes the chosen huntress of the Raven Queen; vex who has a raven’s feather always tucked behind her ear and an irreverent prayer on her lips

spacecomrades  asked:

I have an hour drive to work and all I could think about the whole drive there was that cas said I love you to dean. I can't get over it

I watched the episode during my lunch hour at work. I had to internalise the whole thing for the entire afternoon. I thought like I was gonna burst. People kept asking me what I was up to because I couldn’t stop smiling. This is ridiculous. I can’t believe we got a LOVE CONFESSION out of Cas!!! I can’t believe it!!!

When we were talking about how 12x10 was the best episode ever for basically confirming that Cas was in love with Dean via all the Ishim stuff and angel/human romance parallels I thought we would have to settle with that for AT LEAST another 6 or 7 episodes! TWO EPISODES LATER!! 

This season is the gift that keeps on giving and we all need to send Dabb, Speight Jr and Davey a fruit basket. 

I have glanced at my dash and I am so happy that everyone is so happy! I wanna join in the celebrations but I need to write my review first… if I can actually make coherent sentences of course.


CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT “I’m sick of him treating me like a kid all the time” BECAUSE I AM LITERALLY LEVELING UP AT THIS IS2G. 


God As Mother — The Feminine Divine in the World Scriptures and Spiritual Classics

As one whom his mother comforts,
so will I comfort you;
You shall be comforted in Jerusalem.
(Hebrew Bible, Isaiah 66.13)

Wisdom (Sophia) cries out in the street;
in the squares she raises her voice…
(Book of Proverbs, 1:20, Hebrew Bible)

Just now my mother, the Holy Spirit, took me by one of my hairs and brought me to Tabor, the great mountain.
(Jesus in, The Gospel of the Hebrews. Note: “ruach” is a Hebrew word for spirit and is feminine)

I rested on the Spirit of the Lord, and She lifted me up to heaven. (Odes of Solomon, 36: 1, James Charlesworth translation, Jewish Christian psalms)

A cup of milk was offered to me, and I drank it in the sweetness of
the Lord’s kindness.
The Son is the cup, and the Father is He who was milked; and the Holy
Spirit is She who milked Him;
Because His breasts were full, and it was undesirable that His milk
should be ineffectually released.
The Holy Spirit opened Her bosom, and mixed the milk of the two
breasts of the Father.
Then She gave the mixture to the generation without their knowing,
and those who have received it are in the perfection of the right
The womb of the Virgin took it, and she received conception and gave
So the Virgin became a mother with great mercies.
And she labored and bore the Son but without pain, because it did not
occur without purpose.
And she did not require a midwife, because He caused her to give life.
(Odes of Solomon, 19: 1–9, James Charlesworth translation, Jewish Christian psalms)

Three powers came forth from him; they are the Father, the Mother, (and) the Son, from the living silence, what came forth from the incorruptible Father. These came forth from the silence of the unknown Father.
(Gospel of the Egyptians, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

Behold, I have revealed to you the name of the Perfect One, the whole will of the Mother of the Holy Angels, that the masculine multitude may be completed here, that there might appear in the aeons, the infinities and those that came to be in the untraceable wealth of the Great Invisible Spirit….
(The Book of the Sophia of Jesus Christ, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name……..
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
(Thunder, Perfect Mind, Gnostic Gospel, Nag Hammadi Library)

The Radhasoami Faith recognizes three Grand Personages and a sincere and affectionate disciple the fourth, namely,

1. The Supreme Father,

2. The Supreme Mother or Original Spirit or Word Current emanating from the Supreme Father,

3. The Supreme Son or Sant Sat Guru, the representative of the Supreme Father in human form.

4. The disciple or the son or human spirit.
(“Radhasoami Mat Prakash” by Huzur Maharaj Rai Salig Ram, Sant Mat and Radhasoami, India)

I am Father and Mother of the world.
Bhagavad Gita 9.17, Hindu)

I’m Thy child O Thou, my Father and Mother!
(Adi Granth, Sikh and Sant Mat)

Thou art Father, Mother, Friend, Brother.
With Thee as succorer in all places, what fear have I?
(Adi Granth, Sikh and Sant Mat)

That breast of Thine which is inexhaustible, health-giving, by which Thou nursest all that is noble, containing treasure, bearing wealth, bestowed freely; lay that bare, Sarasvati [divine Mother], for our nurture.
(Rig Veda 1.164.49, Hinduism)

Love, the divine Principle, is the Father and Mother of the universe, including man.
(Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, Christian Science)

Mother Earth have pity on us and give us food to eat! Father, the Sun, bless all our children and may our paths be straight!
(Native American Religions. Blackfoot Prayer)

O Mother of Imupa, advocate for the whole [feminine] world!
What a remarkable Mother I have!
O Mother, a pillar, a refuge!
O Mother, to whom all prostrate in greeting
Before one enters her habitation!
I am justly proud of my Mother.
O Mother who arrives,
Who arrives majestic and offers water to all!
(African Traditional Religions. Yoruba Prayer, Nigeria)

The Valley Spirit never dies.
It is named the Mysterious Female.
And the Doorway of the Mysterious Female
Is the base from which sprang Heaven and Earth.
It is there within us all the while;
Draw upon it as you will, it never runs dry.
(Tao Te Ching 6, Taoism)

Divine Mother, with the language of my soul I demand realization of Thy presence. Thou art the essence of everything. Make me see Thee in every fiber of my being, in every wisp of thought. Awaken my heart!

Divine Mother, open wide the bud of my devotion and release its fragrance, that it may spread from my soul to the souls of all others, ever whispering of Thee.

Divine Mother, I have heard Thy voice whispering in the fragrance of the rose. I touched Thy tenderness in the softness of the lily. In the whispers of my devotion, it was Thy love that answered.

In the temple of my earthly mother’s love I will worship the incarnated love of the Divine Mother.

Cosmic Mother, take this darkness away! When I sit with eyes closed, enveloped in self-created shadows, cause Thou to blaze upon me in splendor the aurora of intuition.

In the hall of creation, 0 Divine Mother, everywhere I hear the rhythm of Thy foot-steps, dancing wildly in the booming thunder and softly in the song of atoms.

I laugh at all fears, for my Father-Mother, beloved God, is attentively awake and present everywhere with the deliberate purpose of protecting me from the temptations of evil.
(verses from, Metaphysical Meditations, by Paramhansa Yogananda, SRF Books)

The thundering resonance of the Word
has liberated me while living -
Now I am entitled to serve the Lord!
How can I ever repay you, 0 my benefactor?
You are my Mother, you are my Father,
you are my generous Lord.
(Sant Namdev)

TO YOU the Lord we pray.
Soul and body are your gifts to us.
You are the Mother, and the Father,
We are your children,
With your grace,
There are countless blessings.
(Guru Arjan, Adi Granth, Sukhmani Sahib)

With hands joined in prayer
I beseech you, Radhasoami,
to listen to my supplication.
You are the true Lord, my benevolent Master!
You are Father, you are Mother,
you are the Creator of all beings.
Be merciful to me, accept me
and set me free from the snare of Kal.
(Swami Ji Maharaj, Sar Bachan Poetry)

Thou art my beloved Mother,
Thou art my only shelter;
I long for Thee,
I await Thy arrival, 0 Lord.
Thou alone art my Father,
Thou alone my loving Son,
Thou art my closest Friend and Relative.
My heart and my soul I lay
At Thy lotus feet, 0 Lord.
The whole creation without Thee,
Says Tuka is a barren desert.
(Sant Tukarama, Gatha. 2607)

Thou art our kind and affectionate Mother, O God, and bearest all our burdens. We know no fear, nor any anxiety……I cannot know the night from day, and the unceasing illumination exists at all times.
(Sant Tukarama)

Thou art our merciful Mother, O Vitthala, a shadow to thy suppliant; the milk of love ever flows in thy breast, thy sight is pure and sweet as nectar. O Mother Vitthala is like a cool shadow; her breast is ever filled with love; seated in her lap I shall seek her bosom and drink as much as I desire. 0 yield the milk of thy mercy and nourish my frame; a stream of nectar flows from thee. My spirit cannot contain this joy; what is the whole sea compared to it?
(Sant Tukarama)

Tagged: god, goddess, mother, feminine, holy spirit, world scriptures, old testament, hebrew bible, wisdom, sophia, magdalene, gnostic, nag hammadi library, ruach, odes of solomon, sant mat, radhasoami, bhagavad gita, buddhism, hinduism, adi granth, sikh, rig veda, Mary Baker Eddy, ellen white, native american, blackfoot prayer, tao, tao te ching, yogananda,

Nursey and Dex Fic Rec List

I figured I would compile some of my favorite NurseyDex fics, because there are so many good ones out there and they do not get enough recognition. So here are a few, there is no rhyme or reason to the order. 

Tumblr Fics:

Protective dexnursey by chillwhiskey (1.2k)

Anonymous asked: i bet dex and nursey are super duper protective of each other once they become friends. like derek malik nurse is ready to fucking throw down over dex and dex will drop anyone who touches nursey (x)

I love this one, they are so flipping soft with one another and it just kills me. The writing is also perfect, Marissa captures Dex and Nursey beautifully. I suggest reading all of their fics, they are some of my favorite, but this one really stands out on how well Nursey and Dex are portrayed. 

Ultracrepidarian  by Inevii (<1k)

Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.

Cute little character study on Derek Nurse being an assuming ass. Dex has patience (for the most part )

NurseyDex: The One Where Nursey Kisses Everyone by starks-and-mellarks (<1k)

Based off of the one where Chandler kisses everybody

This was adorable, and captures how fucking big of a dork Nursey is. 

Nursey sends a text to the group chat by accident by chillwhiskey (<1k)

Anonymous asked: random prompt: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck nursey just accidentally sent that sappy pathetic lovesick text to the group chat instead of to lardo and everyone else knows exactly who the redhead i mention is fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck can i steal his phone maybe? have an aneurysm?

This was a fantastic fic at showing what goes though Derek Nurse’s mind when internally freaking out. Seriously just check out the rest of their writings, they are all wonderful.

(AO3 links under the cut) 

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there are infinite universes,
you tell me,
sipping on coffee and smiling
in that hungry-teeth way that makes me think
maybe last night you battled demons and are
still recovering

you say that each of our nightmares
are glimpses into another reality because
with infinity, everything that could be,

and somewhere in those words is a
hollow note like a greedy thirst like
you maybe saw your own death and
now you’re jealous of the version of you
which actually achieved it

and i don’t know much but i do know
that we’re in the universe where monkeys
evolved to write hamlet and maybe that
doesn’t mean anything to you but
i do know that they pointed a telescope
out to the black nothingness
beyond our moon
and after four years, that glass eye
picked up evidence of tens of thousands
of undiscovered places where
love and peace and good coffee might
all exist like there might be life out there
in all that blackness

i do know that we look at the moons in
our life and think that we are the darkness
beside it, we think that we will never shine
like our best friends or we’ll never be
our mom’s favorite or we’ll
never actually succeed at anything

but four years is a long time and four years ago
i was nothing but a black hole and i still
pointed my soul in the direction of my darkness
and said “find the light within”

and after four years of staring i’ve seen
such wonderful and terrifying things and
not all of it has been easy and not all of it
has been fun but good lord the possibilities
i’ve found tucked away inside of myself
are so endless and extraordinary that i cannot contain
the joy of it all because yes,
i could focus on the coldness of space,
but i’d rather think about
the brilliant warmth of the stars

because i can’t think of anything more beautiful
than hurting deep and still
loving who you are

and i know that you haven’t even
found the strength to look directly at the mirror
but good lord do me a favor and
look up and look deeper

because we are all tiny contained universes
and instead of wishing you had been born as one
where your fingers were strong and your teeth
never broke on self-hating words and instead of
staring at the moon and thinking that
you will never know how to glow like she does
hold your universe close and wear enough sweaters
to keep out the coldness
of space and

tell yourself that this is your home and that
even in the darkest places

you will find your stars
if you just wait.

—  For my friend who asked me to write about the universe. // r.i.d
Exo Reactions To Ending A Really Good First Date

Done xo

/I do not own any gifs unless stated otherwise/


Baekhyun: *smiles constantly for the rest of the night*

Chanyeol: *tells literally anyone he can find about his date & how he can’t wait to see you again*

Chen: *talking to Kris, who is totally interested, obviously* “I bet you’re jealous because my date was awesome & you were here alone all night, eh?” 

D.O.: *hyper Kyungsoo is hyper*

Kai: *retells the story of his date 50 times, smiling each time & not giving a shit if the others are bored of it*

Kris: *super satisfied with his performance on the date*

Lay: *rethinks each detail of the date 100 times to make sure he didn’t say or do anything stupid, even though he knows he didn’t*

Luhan: *tries to stay calm about it but inside he’s exploding with excitement*

Sehun: *bragging, lot’s of bragging*

Suho: *tries to stay humble but ends up smiling like an idiot*

Tao: *giggles for the rest of the night*

Xiumin: *cannot contain his boner joy because he liked you so much*

If you have a request for a reaction, feel free to let me know. xo


“How many languages do you speak?”

“Define speak.”

“In how many would you be able to do a basic explanation of your history exam essays?”

“Uhm… One. Maybe two. Three, at a stretch. Definitely not four. Definitelier not five.”

The words roll off my tongue in time with the music. They are familiar, comforting words. I’ve listened to these songs so many times that I know the sounds and when they’re supposed to make their appearances. I don’t understand most of the words. They just roll. Maybe one in every sentence. Maybe a few more. Maybe I can try piecing together the meaning of the wonderful lyrics. But, no. I know what they mean because of what the music sounds like, because I have seen these words coupled with scenes from a movie. Characters I understand, emotions I understand. But, words, I do not. I do not need to understand them to know them, to love them, to regret not being able to write them. 

“Oh! Are you an international student?”

“Yes, I’m Indian.”

“But, wow, your English is so good! Better than most English people.”

“Yes, it’s my first language.”

“So… You spoke it in school?”

“Yes, there have been English medium schools in India since 1835, actually.”

I sit in front of the examiners, nervously. I try and piece together the words to tell them I am nervous. It is my first oral exam. I am uncertain. I have faith in my ability to speak in a classroom, to read out a paragraph, in the accent I am so proud of. But, to be examined on it? I’m not so sure. I stumble through the fifteen minutes, my thoughts spewing out all jumbly, interspersed with English, my fall-back. They are such pleasant people, they giggle chaque fois je utilise un mot en anglais. I forget all my fancy phrases in the subjunctive and struggle to convey my opinions and experiences with misogyny and racism in awkward present tense. I try, but I am yet to find out whether I passed. I tried. I tried. 

“What’s your mother tongue?”

“Tamil. Maybe Malayalam. But, my Hindi is better. Not great, but better.”

I am in a small town. Kachcha paths and sparse shrubbery. We walk around, my mother’s memory, decades old, serving as a map. We ask around, my mother’s tongue speaking a language I cannot. We find the house. We knock. We are greeted by an old woman in a white sari. She exclaims, “MEERA!” and holds on to my mother. She cannot contain her surprise, her joy, it flows down her face and dampens her cotton blouse. She has never met me, but hugs me as though I am her own. The tears well up in my own eyes, because as they converse, I am unable to contribute beyond ’sheri’ okay ’onum venda’ i don’t want anything ‘nanaitu ondu' it is good. We sit for a while, but soon must leave. She tells us to come again, she tells us to bring my grandmother, she is so welcoming, love transcends language, but I feel alien. I do not wholly belong. What will happen of these relationships in my adult life? How will I sustain them?

Amma. Ammoomma. Kunjammoomma. Chitappan. Akka. Chechi. 

I wonder what words my children will one day use to address their family. What answers they will have to give to the question, 'How many languages do you speak?’ Will I be able to raise them any way other than 'English is my mother tongue’ because their mother will be me. English speaking, English thinking, English writing, English dreaming me. 


Victor: *thinks of Yuuri* *happily drowns in existential thoughts*

The Wilds of Comic Con 2014:

There is no subtlety left for any of the cast or writers, they can no longer contain their shipper hearts. The Irish Leprechaun and his Adorable Princess cannot contain their joy at being able to speak openly of their characters.

If you look closely, you will see Adam and Eddy giving zero fucks as they smile and nod. Insider information says the first version of the writers room video had the Emma and Killian cut outs taped together at the lips - ABC thought it crass and forced A&E to change it.

Our dashing Prince Charming pretends to be offended and concerned by all this talk of Hook and Emma and True Love, but he ships it too.

Watch the cast run free and wild across the savannah’s of Comic Con, shipping True Love to their hearts content.

All is well in Fairytale land.

But wait - a wild shipper appears!

Never mind. It’s just Colin O'Donoghue again.



Thank you so much to angelicagilbert! It’s awesome!