1. I am the whisper of the wind you hear blowing branches against your window at night
2. I am the bite of frost in winter, sending shivers down your spine and making your finger tips glow bright red
3. I am the smell of peach and vanilla in summer and the sun kissed skin of blonde blue eyed girls that taste like tequila and cheap cigarettes
4. I am that quote you see graffitied onto the boring red brick wall you pass on the way to your favourite smoke spot everyday
5. I am the cold water showers you take when you’re feeling anxious and the unnecessary smoke break you take when you’re stressed
6. I am a fallen leaf, red brown with seasonal change falling down to meet your foot on the path
7. I am a wilted, red rose growing in your garden that you’ll never pick
8. I am not her even when you want me to be, my brown eyes don’t glitter blue in the fading sunlight
9. I am fragile and strong at the same time, I am a warrior and the pain of your absence won’t break me
10. I am important no matter what, you can’t forget regardless of how hard you try. 
I meant something and I know you’ll hold onto that.
I am mine before I am ever yours. 
I am 
I am
—  dissociatingx, (I am)
The moment you set your foot on the path of liberation, you are apt to find that all your karmic creditors will come to your door. And that’s why it’s often said that people who start out on a serious work of yoga suddenly get sick and lose their money and their best friends drop dead and all kind of ghastly things happen. That’s because they served notice that they were going to do this […] Even if you serve notice privately on yourself that suddenly you’re going to drop it all, already the Devil knows–because who do you think the Devil is?
—  Alan Watts
How Holmes and Watson react to each other’s “deaths”. Angst ahead.

Of course Holmes (and thus Watson) has a dangerous job. That means that Holmes is often attacked and going to die – and Watson obviously does not go unscathed either. (Which might have something to do with the fact that Watson is the responsible one in their relationship and is always armed.) Let us see how they react to the other’s apparent death:

The Final Problem, 1891

It was the sight of that Alpine-stock which turned me cold and sick. He had not gone to Rosenlaui, then. He had remained on that three-foot path, with sheer wall on one side and sheer drop on the other, until his enemy had overtaken him. The young Swiss had gone too. He had probably been in the pay of Moriarty, and had left the two men together. And then what had happened? Who was to tell us what had happened then?

I stood for a minute or two to collect myself, for I was dazed with the horror of the thing. Then I began to think of Holmes’s own methods and to try to practise them in reading this tragedy. It was, alas, only too easy to do.  […]

I shouted; but only the same half-human cry of the fall was borne back to my ears.

The Illustrious Client

Their blow fell–or his blow rather, for never could I believe that the lady was privy to it. I think I could show you the very paving-stone upon which I stood when my eyes fell upon the placard, and a pang of horror passed through my very soul. It was between the Grand Hotel and Charing Cross Station, where a one-legged news-vender displayed his evening papers. The date was just two days after the last conversation. There, black upon yellow, was the terrible news-sheet:


I think I stood stunned for some moments. Then I have a confused recollection of snatching at a paper, of the remonstrance of the man, whom I had not paid, and, finally, of standing in the doorway of a chemist’s shop while I turned up the fateful paragraph.  […]

I need not say that my eyes had hardly glanced over the paragraph before I had sprung into a hansom and was on my way to Baker Street.

Watson was so horrified that he remembers every single detail of the scene – and Watson is supposed to be the one who “sees, but does not observe”. This is a show of how terrified he. Our Victorian gentleman then proceeds to behave in the most un-Victorian and un-gentelmanly was possible to get to Holmes as soon as possible. But that is not even important. That first paragraph is incredibly meaningful.

The Devil’s Foot, 1897

At the same moment, in some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had a glimpse of Holmes’s face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror–the very look which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from my chair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through the door, and an instant afterwards had thrown ourselves down upon the grass plot and were lying side by side, conscious only of the glorious sunshine […]

I should just highlight the whole paragraph. In short: Holmes and Watson are going to die from a drug that acts upon your fears. Watson is going to die soon, and he knows it, but what brings him back and gives him strength is Holmes dying. He then finds the strength to save Holmes without any problem and the scene ends with the Hollywood-worthy romantic scene of them “lying side by side” in the “glorious sunshine”. Is that not exactly how every single scene where the main character realises that his love interest is not dead ends?

The Three Garridebs, 1902

In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.

You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”

It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.

Just imagine Holmes smashing his gun on Killer Evans’s head, and turning around to see what happened to Watson even while he was fighting. Remember that Holmes did not know what exactly happened to Watson during this scene, and this is what prompts the “big reveal” (well, big for everyone who had not paid much attention – or any, actually, they are so painfully obvious): our “automaton” cries and invokes God, which is not something Holmes does (literally the only other time he does that is when he explains how he managed to escape at Reichenbach). He is devastated. And it is beautiful.

And afterwards: each other’s “resurrections”

Of course they are never actually dead. They know that the other would not survive it. I mean, Watson began seeing Holmes’s ghost (“you are not a ghost, anyway”)!

The Dying Detective, 1890

I nearly called out in my joy and my amazement.  

Remember here that Watson is hiding, there is a murderer in the room and Holmes was simply pretending to be ill.

The Empty House, 1894

When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

Watson was wounded on the battlefield, endured sickness and terrible conditions in hospital in a war zone and this is the only time he ever fainted? At least that is what this sounds like… Also, just the fact that he faints. ;)

The Three Garridebs, 1902

You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. […]”

The scene – again. I will repeat (for the umpteenth time) that Holmes is basically saying that he would kill Watson’s murderer in revenge – cheerfully and naturally.

Why are people still doubting their love? (Oh, right, platonic. Of course…) 

Tarzan- Castiel


I was wondering for the “Disney/Supernatural” if you could do Tarzan for Castiel x Reader.. Like how Tarzan saved Jane.. Castiel could save the reader and she could be panicking and stuff because of the creatures.. Thank you 😘😘

 Sorry its short <3

You were a strong girl. You didn’t really need anyone to save you or protect you. You had a simple life, a house with a dog. Nothing really went wrong.  

That was until you met the man in a tan trench coat.


You were walking through the forest on the foot path like you always did to get home after work. Nothing ever went wrong. You were careful and could fight, a little.

Something dropped on your head, causing you to yelp and cover your mouth with your hand. It was a pine cone.

You look up and see a child in the tree. “Oh hello” you smile politely and she jumps down and looks at you, tilting her head. “What’s your name?”

The child grabbed your bag and started rummaging through.

“Oh no, don’t do that.” You tried to take it off the child. The child started to run and you chase her. “No! Come back you naughty girl.”

You didn’t notice the angel following you closely and watching your every move, like he was protecting you. He picked up the things that dropped as he went along behind you.

The child was skipping around throwing the papers of your work and singing.

“Give me those!” you say firmly but she only gripped the bag tighter. “Listen, I’ve had enough of this. Now give me it back. I’ll give you to the count of three.” You hold up your hand.



“Oh look!” you pointed and she turned quickly so you snatched it from her hands. “I can’t believe you fell for that.” You chuckle. She started to cry and wine. “Oh common don’t be silly. Crying like that. What would your parents say?”

There was a deep voice behind you, “Why don’t you ask them?” There where 4 people with full black eyes. When you looked down at the child she had all black eyes too.

You screamed and started to run, stumbling over logs and rocks. They chased you and laughed. Suddenly someone hoisted you up into the air and held you close, making you scream more. “Put me down!”

“Sorry” the stranger muttered placing you on your feet but when you saw the demons again you jumped back into his arms.

He started to run and seemed to go faster than you’d ever seen anyone run.

Once he got you to a safe place he put you down and smiled sweetly but you where freaking out. “THEY HAD BLACK EYES! THEY WHERE…THEY WHERE DEMONS! AND YOU RAN SO FAST!”

“Shh it’s okay. They’re gone.” The man said holding you close, calming you slightly but you still tightly held onto him.


What Disney based one shot would you like next? Let me know

Disney Supernatural series:


091016 1320

I’ve spent 45 years on this planet, that we share
I have spent 38 years looking into the nighttime sky, wishing, hoping, and pleading for the piece of me, that was missing.
With each passing year, I understood with an intensity that I could not explain, an ache so great that it threatened my souls ability to remain within the light, time and again.
I set my foot upon countless paths. I risked everything I held dear, to find what seemed unattainable, over and over. I believed the price for such a rare and beautifully priceless thing, could be no less than all I was worth.
And so, I gave. I gave until I bled. I gave from my heart. My mind, and my soul. I gave of flesh. I gave of all I was. Only to find that I had given to those, who were incomprehensibly unworthy of all that I was.
And when I felt as though I had eclipsed a precipice that I stood no hope to return from, I found my illusive, last shred.
The last shred of dignity.
The last shred of hope.
The last shred of laughter.
The last shred of joy.
The last shred of love.
Each last shred, more resplendent than the last. And I reveled, as one does, whilst going through carefully stored memories.
An, “I remember this!” A, “Dear God, that was a Fantastic Day!” And I found the very most important shred of all.
I found, the very last shred of courage.

And now, here I stand.

I had the guidance of people whom work
tirelessly, hour upon hour, helping me as best they could.
But, I have come to realize something…
I pulled myself up!

No one else could.
It Always Had To Be Me!

Beautifully Magnificent
And Damn Well Worth, Everything

Since dinner was over she was just hoping to just keep her head low and walk back to her room, but before she could even reach the trash can she felt her foot cross path with someones leg sticking out and found herself falling flat along with her tray,  and for a minute there she just stayed on her knees trying not to cry as everyone laughed. And she refused to look up as a set of shoes appeared in her view of the ground.

Closed starter

([ @mischief-rei]) 

([Im going to use Caleb]

Caleb  was  enjoying himself ,   walking down the long path to the  small river that ran through part of his forest.    It had been a while since he had gone that way.

This is probably why it took him a while to notice the stranger   wondering  along the nearby foot path.     Caleb  noticed  that  they had not triggered any of his nearby tricks or traps.  So they must be relatively safe to talk to… right? He dismissed the  thought from his head,   recognizing his fear for what it was , sensible ,  but…  not needed in the way it effected him.

So,  after checking the straps on his mask, he  walked  towards the foot path. Caleb quietly wondered   why this person was here,   perhaps just for a walk through the forest?   Well,   he was now in full veiw of the stranger “Hello?”  He asked as he got closer. 

anonymous asked:

❣ //jess //imahealerman

RANDOM KISSES || accepting!! + @imahealerman

  • 2. a forehead kiss

          It had been a good few months since the group had a night of TERROR on Blackwood mountain, being ‘traumatised’ had easily become an understatement. Jessica had hidden herself away within the walls of her home, the walls of her bedroom ( where she felt safe ) as soon as she had stepped foot on the path that lead into her home. The only times she had left her home were for schooling and to head to her therapists, what she was doing now made her on edge.

          She had found out about Josh’s house arrest and something in her was scratching at her brain, she NEEDED to see him. Her hands trembled as she stood at the front door to the Washington home, one holding her jacket close to her shivering body whilst the other hovered over the door ready to knock. It was a split-moment decision as her knuckle rattled heavily, FRANTICALLY against the wood.

           ❝ Jessica, honey, you shoul — ! ❞ Josh’s mother had opened the door for the blonde, a tired look on her face as she furrowed her brows, though the damaged blonde pushed passed her before she could be turned away, immediately rushing up the stairs without looking back at the confused woman.

          Her hands dropped to her sides as she stood outside of his room, her eyes glued to the door handle as her hand trembled above it. He’s in there…he’s in there…he’s definitely in there…Jessica took a deep breath before opening the door, peeking inside to find a figure curled up on the bed, as if hiding from himself and the darkness surrounding him.

           ❝ Josh…? J-Josh is that you? ❞ Of course that’s him, Jess…who else would it be? The blonde stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her, slowly starting to inch closer to him as she began to feel the room spin - the darkness creeping around her in a movement that felt oh-so-familiar. She had to be brave. She had to see him. ❝ I-It’s Jess, Josh…y-you know, the fun-loving blonde… ❞ It was as if all of the TERROR from that night had evaporated and all she could feel was worry for the boy. 

          She hesitantly sat on his bed, watching as he peeked from behind his arms and from under his hoodie, a small - yet shaky - smile forming along Jess’ lips. She looked different now, she had scarring decorating the skin on her body - her jaw, her nose, her arms and legs being the worst.

           ❝ I…I’ve…I’ve missed seeing that smile of yours…do you think you can smile for me, Josh? ❞ It was a simple request from the scarred blonde as her own smile softened into a more genuine one, her hands reaching over to cup his cheeks. All fear seemed to be replaced by worry at the sight of the boy, an overwhelming sense to care for him filled her as her arms moved to wrap around him. That’s when she leaned down and pressed her lips against his forehead, holding him in silence.

She leads you by the hand through the forest, down foot-beaten dirt paths, and you love being behind her because it means you can smell her smell as you walk; you emerge finally at a clearing along the river, where you sit on a cluster of cool flat rocks, watching the sunset and kissing, with no need for words

You Should Come With a Warning: Chapter Five

“You’re playing with fire,
and I have a paper heart’’.

Lydia stared at her vibrating cell phone, her hand clutched around it as she danced down the stone steps. The outside of Scott’s building was still crowded with students, yelling and laughing as the night was still young.

Her foot hit the concrete path that led her through the park in between the campus buildings. Taking a deep breath that shouldn’t have been necessary when talking to your boyfriend of three years, Lydia answered.

“Jackson, hey-’’

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The weather had been quite nice the last couple of days so no excuses…time to tackle the allotment. We got so much done, the grass had gone crazy so that was all cut with hand sheers and or pulled out, we even discovered a foot path we forgot about! We cleared two cages of weeds and put loads of manure in the empty one. We also did a manure trench ready for the runner beans. We started to clear the overgrown bed and discovered a great second strawberry patch. Rhubarb crumble for tea tonight!

What happens when the liberating path is truly walked? Then a soul body of great, eternal and spiritual quality is being built and formed. When it is realized that no single place can be found in the world where tranquility, peace and security, freedom and happiness can exist; when it has also been understood that real as well as unreal things must be called illusions, the hour can arrive in human life when a yearning for different, higher values is born.

Whoever follows such a longing and listens to it, will set his foot on the path of soul rebirth. It is the path that leads to the life field of eternal bliss and never-ending peace. In the secret teachings of the Semites the Palace of Love is mentioned. The Gnostics speak of the Fullness of Eternal Light. The Buddhists call it Nirvana, and for Christians it is the Kingdom of Heaven.


Set up camp with #mypubliclandsroadtrip at 4,500’ among fabulous hoodoos and other cool formations at the Castle Gardens Scenic Area in northern Wyoming, at the foot of the breathtaking Bighorn Mountains. 

New shade shelters will stave off blistering summer heat as you relax at the picnic table and serve up your favorite barbeque from the grill or fire ring. And freshly-cut foot paths provide easy access to the restroom from the campsites across the meadow. You will, however, need to pack in your own water and pack out your own trash.

The turnoff to Castle Gardens is approximately 2 miles west of Ten Sleep on U.S. Highway 16—a major route to and from Yellowstone National Park’s east entrance. A dirt road and signs lead to the site about 6 miles south of the highway.