*fades into the mist*

Top 10 times my heart broke for Rhysand

#1 When she never smiled at him

I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”

and that one time she finally did

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.

#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about

“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound

“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

and when we learned how deep that wound went

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him

#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’

“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

#6 When he cried…

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.

But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared 

-A Court of Thornes and Roses

#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

#8 When he put her happiness above his own

“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her

“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“

#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

Quotes from ACOMAF and ACOTAR

On a happier note: Another Top 10 for Rhys

12.04 coda


Her breath doesn’t even stir the dust at her feet. She holds it, and holds it, until she hears the kickstart of a raucous engine that eventually fades into nothing. Until there is nothing in the air but mist and cicada song.

It was like a reflex - she held the bullet right in front of her heart like she held the knife above her mother’s chest. Its point dug into her sweater, grazed the skin enough to bleed, to bruise, but it wouldn’t break her. She should have stayed in the basement. At least she knew what to expect down there. She had less than a second to react to this new kind of threat and the truth of it was that she got lucky just now.

When the man in black’s murderous thoughts have faded into nothing, she picks herself up off the floor and dusts herself off. She picks the tiny bullets out of her sweater and hurriedly dumps them into the trashcan with shaking fingers. That’s when her knees start to buckle.

Her phone is by her ear before she even remembers taking it out. (Old habits really do die hard - she’s always been quick with one of these. Just like riding a bike.)

“Sam?” she croaks.

“Hey! Hey, hold on,” a gentle voice says back. She already feels a little calmer. There’s some rustling and a low murmur in the background, but Sam is back on the line in the next instant. “Where are you, are you ok?”

Magda shakes her head. She’s starting to hyperventilate a little. “I just got shot.”

“What?” Sam yells.

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Overnight by Hadar Ariel Magar

You hear news from the east of entire towns fading away in the mist, never to be heard or seen again. It slowly creeps. Towns scramble to raise all of the buildings and create walkways. It works for some time, however towns still need to trade with each other. You’ve been tasked with walking the ground with a large cart full of item. There are countless undead roaming the streets. They pour mist from their mouths. The mist is slowly rising.

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wait...have we already been to the Black City?!

Okay, not all of us, but those of us who imported an Old God Baby.

Check it out. When you run into the eluvian after Morrigan and Kieran, no matter how far you run or which direction you look, the sky is uncluttered. Nothing in the distance, no Black City.

Obviously, I can’t upload photos from every possible angle, but trust me, I looked. And that’s when I started noticing patches of blue sky and sunlight (see below), suggesting this locale must have enough elevation to escape the endless, relentlessly green mists of the Fade.

There are a few structures floating out of reach, but none of them large enough to constitute a city. You can run around and see them from different angles, they’re about the size of Skyhold’s mage tower.

There’s also a palace floating in the near distance, no further than the highest tower of Skyhold from the stables. I mean, really damn close.

Another shot, this time including the Breach (when you play Here Lies the Abyss, the Black City is clearly silhouetted by the Breach, but here the sky is empty) but for a few flecks of flotsam.

Anyhow, I’d be delighted if anyone can get a screenshot of the Black City and prove me wrong, because the magnitude of this being the Black City is almost more than I can handle.

Especially considering this section of the Fade contains red lyrium, the Claws of Dumat, a battering ram, fountains of blood, and an empty throne with shackles on either side.

  • Gravity
  • Yoko Kanno
  • Wolf's Rain Original Soundtrack 1

Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday 

Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them? 

Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today 

Something somewhere out there keeps calling 

Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon? 

Zero gravity what’s it like?
Am I alone? 

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all

Hogwarts House aesthetics
  • gryffindor aesthetics: plaid shirts, burning lungs, gingersnaps, engine grease, guitars and bonfires, rusty old trucks, pulling all nighters, good-natured sarcasm, strong handshakes, apple cider, pointless laughter, rosy cheeks and red noses, getting a splinter pulled out, the smell of leather, loud conversations, poorly executed pranks, midnight snacks, skinned knees, threadbare homemade quilts, fireworks, tongue twisters, skipping rocks, broken compasses, outdoor concerts, making the same mistake twice, screeching tires, long road trips
  • ravenclaw aesthetics: rain on the roof, frosted eyelashes, blue sunsets, being hyperaware of your heartbeat, dark chocolate, late summer nights, ink splatters, constellation spotting, typewriter clicks, old dictionaries, balsamic vinegar, mist-covered pine trees, violin solos, worn, faded jeans, skipping cds, paper cuts, dripping candle wax, dew on spiderwebs, vaguely remembering that you've forgotten something, obscure books of poetry, prolonged eye contact, watery eyes, spontaneous debates, blunt pencils, sighs of exasperation, northern lights, crossword puzzles
  • slytherin aesthetics: creaking stairs, black coffee, fingers twined through hair, musty clothing, the sudden quiet after a storm, tear-dampened pillows, old velvet, getting pins and needles, rapid breathing, silent screams, biting your tongue, the feeling you get when you're being watched, out-of-tune pianos, sea salt, moss on damp rock, new moons, cold water, second kisses, insomnia, holding in words that shouldn't be held in, shoes that pinch, dreaming in black and white, covert smirks, throbbing headaches, ennui, hearing someone sleep talk, ash fluttering in the breeze
  • hufflepuff aesthetics: the dedication on the first page of a book, wax candy wrappers, chamomile tea, laughter cramps, record players, sand between toes, dried wildflowers, tight hugs, wearing mittens, hopping down the last two steps, dandelion fluff, being awake earlier than everyone else, sparkling lemonade, hot buttered toast, hearing a song that you had forgotten about and knowing all the words to it, knit slippers, a brand new tube of toothpaste, ukuleles, fairytales as bedtime stories, beachcombing, leap day, winks from strangers, the last piece of a puzzle, salt water taffy

Strange, the things you remember. The people, the places, the moments in time burned into your heart forever while others fade in the mist. I’ve always know I’ve lived a life different from other men. When I was a lad, I saw no path before me. I simply took a step and then another, even forward, even onward, rushing toward someplace, I knew not where. And one day I turned around and looked back and saw that each step I’d taken was a choice. To go left, to go right, to go forward, or even not go at all. Every day, every man has a choice between right and wrong, between love and hate, sometimes between life and death. And the sum of those choices becomes your life. The day I realized that is the day I became a man”. -Jamie Fraser, Outlander 1x09 “The reckoning”

Christmas Eve Truces

December 24, The Western Front—One of the most famous and resonating tales of the close of 1914 is the “Christmas Truce,” a series of impromptu local ceasefires along sections of the Western Front on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day of 1914.  While the Pope had called for a Christmas Truce earlier in the month, the local truces were almost all spontaneous affairs springing up all along the line.  Following are a few examples of these Christmas displays along the line, drawn from Stanley Weintraub’s excellent 2001 book, Silent Night.

On Christmas Eve the Royal Flying Corps dropped a padded, brandy-steeped plum pudding on the German airfield at Lille.  The next day the Germans responded with a careful air drop of a bottle of rum…

As both sides milled about in a frosty mist still slow to fade, the Queen’s Westminster Rifles, near Armentières, sent out Rifleman A.J. Philip to meet five Germans who, after singing since daybreak, shouted for someone to arrange a “you no shoot, we no shoot” day.  Armed only with wine, cakes, chocolate and cigarettes, one German gravely saluted and announced in English that he was an officer and a Londoner.  (He came from Catford, below Blackheath.)  Signboards arose up and down the trenches in a variety of shapes.  They were usually in English, or—from the Germans—in fractured English.  Rightly, the Germans assumed that the other side could not read traditional gothic lettering, and that few English understood spoken German.  “YOU NO FIGHT, WE NO FIGHT” was the most frequently employed German message.  Some British units improvised “MERRY CHRISTMAS” banners and waited for a response.  More placards on both sides popped up…

At Foucaucourt, on the Somme, where the 99th [French] Regiment faced the Bavarians, three hundred of the enemy, led by a junior officer, emerged from their trenches and advanced halfway to the French wire.  To a French captain the Leutnant explained the Bavarians’ reluctance to fight, and for days thereafter a brisk exchange took place in bread, cognac, postcards and newspapers.  “A perfectly trained [German] dog,” the French reported, “ensures communications between the lines.

Near Givenchy, the Indian troops who had suffered greatly from German attacks on the 20th did not celebrate Christmas and were disinclined to participate in the truces celebrated by the British, French, and Germans on neighboring portions of the line.

Along the Yser Canal in Belgium, German troops decided, in the spirit of Christmas, to return a golden monstrance (receptacle for the Communion host) found by the Germans hidden in a coal cellar.  They called out the Belgians across the ruins of a bridge crossing the Yser: “If there is a priest around, please come forward.  We would like to give you a memento.” To convince the Belgians of their peaceful intent, they sang “in voices at first wavering, then firmer, swelling to a mighty Christmas carol.”  Eventually the monstrance made its way across the gap in the bridge by rope, and the Germans were thanked by the ranking officer in the area, a Captain Lemaire.  Unfortunately, “the army command was afraid that other gestures of peace would follow, and they replaced the commandant Lemaire.”

Source: Stanley Weintraub, Silent Night.


When I was a little kid (like, four years old), I rented this one animated movie a few times, and I loved it. I even remember calling it my favorite movie at one point.

But time passed, and as I grew up, the film faded into the mists of forgotten memories. Every once in a while, I would remember that it existed, that I really liked it, but the details, and even the title, I could not for the life of me recall.

All that I could remember was that it was a star-crossed lovers plot between a fire fairy and a water thing, that it had a dark color palette, and a few vague bits of imagery. But nothing more.

And for years, this bothered me. I wanted to find this movie again, just for the sake of knowing what it was and what I’d seen in it all those years ago. But I could never find it.

Today, a friend told me about “The Sea Prince and the Fire Child,” this obscure anime movie (called “The Legend of Sirius” in Japan), and the plot synopsis on Wikipedia seemed to match up pretty well with what little I could remember. So I looked it up, watched it, and yep, this was the movie.

Twenty years later, I finally found this movie again. And after all this time, I have to say that parts of it hold up really well… and parts of it don’t.

For an early-80′s anime, the English dub is actually pretty good. There are a lot of stupid lines, and all the names are changed, but the voice cast do a decent job, save for a few stilted readings here and there. For the time, it very easily could have been far worse.

The story has some pretty major problems that I never noticed as a kid. For example, the romance feels rather rushed (especially early on), and the greater scope villain is never really dealt with.

But even with all the movie’s flaws, the presentation is top-notch. The music is beautiful, and always fits the scene. The animation is gorgeous for the time, and the art style, while relatively basic, is still very nice to look at.

Overall, I am really glad that this movie is no longer confined to the mists of my forgotten memories, and that I can finally put that niggling frustration behind me. And if you want to see the movie for yourself, you can buy a DVD from Amazon.