Note before this starts: Sorry if there’s more typos in this part! I’m in a rush because of all the support the first part got and I want to add more! I’m also still very new to tumblr and all of its mechanics so if you guys could give me some tips that would be great lmao
Lance waited for morning to come, and for everything to be set right. However, that wait was interrupted by more growling. Lance wasn’t worried, morning would come soon, and he set back off to sleep, ignoring the fight of nature’s work that would change his life. For better or for worse, Lance didn’t have a way of knowing.
Lance was awoken by the rustling of leaves from the wind outside the now tranquil treehouse. He kicked his legs (happily this time) as the rays of sun that brought him comfort were now shining through the windows. He moved his eyes around the room, waiting for his parents to greet him.
He instead was greeted with two large green eyes looking down at him. Lance liked these eyes, they were much calmer than the ones from the black shape from earlier, and they reminded him of the deep sea of his mother’s dark blue eyes that were so similar to his. Lance gurgled spit as he reached out for the face of the blue shape now reaching down to let him grasp the whiskers of the strange creature.
The blue lion was taken aback at this weird cub, but wasn’t opposed to taking him in after seeing what had become of his small pride. She waited for the cub to climb on, although after long moments of cleaning the cub and trying to coax it on, she concluded he lacked the strength to climb up. The sky tinted queen of the jungle decided right there that she would have to teach him the ways of being in a pride.
Oop there’s the end of part 2! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I’ll definitely continue, but likes and reblogs are still extremely appreciated!
College dropout Mae Borowski returns home to the crumbling former
mining town of Possum Springs seeking to resume her aimless former life
and reconnect with the friends she left behind. But things aren’t the
same. Home seems different now and her friends have grown and changed.
Leaves are falling and the wind is growing colder. Strange things are
happening as the light fades.
Aries: uses bodily ingredients such as hair or teeth or nails, wild and free and howling at the moon, fire tells them what they want to know, embraces all but does not tolerate betrayal, gifted in the use of poppets and curses, full of energy and static and power
Taurus: a collector of many things, uses crystals and herbs, proficient in kitchen magic, has an inner strength that knows no bounds and no true master, a home full of colored glass and jars filled with anything you could ever need, rooted and able, wears robes with many many pockets
Gemini: a card reader and game changer, spoken spells fill the very air with magic and potential, an avid learner and sharer of their craft, books and tomes and candles fill their space, knows the power of words and names, tattoos sigils and spells all over their body and they seem to move when you aren’t looking, vast and uncontainable
Cancer: rests under the moon and whispers magic in their sleep, uses astral projection to explore and learn and play with ghosts, elaborate and detailed dream diary, deep understanding of astrology, somehow already knows what you’re going to say, mysterious and soft but only on the surface, a knower of secrets, sleepy eyes, lives in a tree in a misty forest and makes friends with the plants and spirits there
Leo: strongest in the day and has eyes that light up the night, mighty voice and skilled hands, breath carries a spark, animalistic energy you can feel when they look at you, makes their own spells borrows their own power, incredible visualization makes their dreams realities, difficult to look at directly for reasons you don’t really understand, wild hair and adorned in gems
Virgo: techno witch, weaves magic into code and text, keeps a blog as their book of shadows and altar, urban magic, has a restless mind and busy hands, deletes negativity out of their life, has much information to share despite their hollow look, eyes are lit from the inside, their phone is full of pictures that keep moving and notes only they can read
Libra: covered in veils and breathes perfume to hide themselves and confuse you, summons creatures and demons to do their bidding so their hands remain clean, almost transparent at times like a ghost or vision, is stronger than they look and delights in you not knowing their power, their mouth is almost always moving but you can’t hear what they say, soft to the touch but their skin is cold, trinkets and charms and chains adorn them and their home
Scorpio: eyes and nails are dark and caked in black, frequents graveyards and learns from the ghosts and crows, solitary witch who makes friends with bones, will help you learn what you want to know for a price, is afraid to sleep, quiet and haunted, is reborn each new moon, is full of knowing and fog and promise, takes a lock of hair from all they help, you feel them in your core
Sagittarius: rides their broom with reckless abandon, plays with the children on Halloween and shows them magic is real, their home has legs and never stays still, keeps many familiars and most are birds, gifted in charms and potions and sells their work with a smile, you can hear them laughing with the moon at night, chapped lips and wide eyes, magic is erratic and spontaneous and they couldn’t control it if they wanted to
Capricorn: loose black and gray clothing that flows when they walk, keeps a pouch of salt around their neck at all times, face is often covered or hard to see, protection spells and sigils are their innate ability, the floor trembles when they are angry, always watching watching watching, lives in a stone cottage covered with moss and scrawlings and carvings, other witches are silent around them out of fear and awe
Aquarius: hermit, storm witch, plays with rain and dances with lightning and shouts thunder, keeps trinkets and mementos in small jars around their bed, asks favors and learns from the clouds, raw and swift and ready to act, soft as a summer rain and cold as hail, hair is full of leaves and wind, feet are dirty but their mind is clean and sharp
Pisces: smells of salt and dressed in rags and burlap and pearls, misty eyes that look through you and deep deep down in you, water witch with a soft face and an ocean for a heart, thing of the sea, empath who sometimes knows you better than you do, bottles own tears and keeps them for spells, witch of all trades master of none, head is full of crashing waves, overflowing with magic and wonder
I’m so….FUCKIN hype for autumn……I’m so fcuking ready…..I can already smell the dead leaves and feel the cold wind and see the pumpkins on my windowsill like…….the little ones the mini ones y'all know what I’m talking about…I can’t wait to walk outside and not immediately drown in my own underboob sweat….I can already smell the hot chocolate
I really miss those crisp fall mornings, when you wake up and look outside and the leaves are dancing in the wind. There’s something about it, knowing that its cool outside, but being overwhelmed with a sense of warmth & coziness. The way the leaves crunch under your feet as you walk home. That grey-almost gloomy, but welcoming sky, just before an autumn rain. The way every room, smells of pumpkin or baked goods. The creepy movies on tv. It’s almost as if we enter an entirely different culture, with the way things around us shift in those autumn months. Oh, how I miss you, fall.
It was silence
It was a dead sea on a summers day
It was still trees and yellow grass
It was music but barely audible
It was well rested nights
And it was peaceful days
No drama, no death, no worries
Yet all in black and white
It was humming
It was gentle waves dancing in the sea
It was a light breeze blowing the leaves and wind chimes playing in a perfect melody
It was sweet music that made you want to dance
It was sleepless nights making love and smiling into pillows
And it was magical days
No drama, no death, no worries
Yet with a whole new spectrum of colour
It is chaos
It is violent seas that toss and turn sparing no man or woman
It is hurricanes and storms that blow down the once standing trees and leave no trace of singing wind chimes
It is loud, ear piercing screams that would be music to the devil
It is sleepless nights spent crying, screaming and remembering
And it is chaotic days that have no end
Too much drama, too many worries but not enough of the sweet release of death
when was the last time when you touched the earth?
lowered your head, bent your knees, buried your hands in the life giving grass and rich dirt? close your eyes, listen closely to the rustle of leaves, the song of the wind, the heartbeats of birds. feel the sun on your back, feel as it colours you in shimmers of gold. feel the life around you, never ending and never stopping, old voices singing the same hymn since the beginning of time.
Browncoats, rejoice! A new webseries spin-off based on Gina Torres’ character Zoë’s war-torn past is coming in 2018. Rosario Dawson will play a young Zoë Alleyne as she takes part in post-war guerrilla tactics against the Alliance. The Serenity: Leaves on the Wind comics revealed… (click to read more)
what if nursey’s always surrounded by leaves because the forest nymphs love him? so they always have a part of them with him to keep him safe from supernatural (and sometimes natural) danger. for example, nursey never gets bitten by bugs and they never crawl or land on him either, no matter how many leaf piles he sleeps in or how many mosquitoes there are around him. sometimes he sits outside and imagines that the leaves whirling around the wind are performing a dance for him, and whispers poems into the air, and the invisible nymphs love those.
I get that familiar, yet painful nostalgia
I’ll walk down the old streets we used to roam
Through the places we made our stands against authority
Old shops we filled with laughter throughout the night
Even restaurants we curled up in after a long day
But I don’t tour this hall of memories for you
Or some desire for a second round of “us”
I don’t miss you
I don’t want you back
I know what you really are
I have seen behind your mask what your true intentions always were
And I’ve come to realize I’m not that stupid
I want better
I have learned
But on days when the leaves and wind call to me from those autumn days
I know I am just missing the happy memories
Missing the moments we shared and how they made me feel then
But as we all know
A relit cigarette never taste the same
The second dose never feels as good as the first
Every single story has an ending
Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.
AN: So this came to me while I was watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Cinderella (2015) and i literally love it so much so I got inspired to write this and yes this will be a series!!!!! Yay!!!!!!
“May I have this dance?” His silky sweet voice rung in my ears. He offered his hand to me.
“You may.” I smiled at him. I gently took his larger hand and he immediately gripped it tight. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and held my waist. We danced to the sweet music around us. He guided me across the dancefloor while my gown swished around me.
The whole time we stared at each other, a certain glint in his eye. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, sighing in content. He placed a kiss to my temple and smiled widely. I could stay in this moment forever.
When Genji first comes to Overwatch, he does not want to talk about what happened. He wants to think about it as little as possible. There is a very select group of people that are even vaguely aware of the events that lead to Genji’s recruitment, and possibly only Angela knows anything close to the full story.
Everyone, however, knows that Genji would have died if he hadn’t been picked up by Overwatch and made into the cyborg that now walks among them.
So, naturally, everyone is a curious motherfucker who feels the need to poke their nose into everyone else’s business.
The first couple times people try to ask him “what happened” Genji either stubbornly ignores them or flat out tells them “I don’t want to talk about it”. But after a couple months when it keeps happening he just… starts making up stories. Stupid, over-the-top, straight-up ridiculous stories that no one would ever believe. He tells people he had tried jumping out of a plane with a parachute made of hundreds of flying squirrels tethered together. He tells them he been dared to drink a cup of molten steel and it hadn’t agreed with his digestion. He tells them he’d made a deal with the devil and had fallen back on his loan payments. At first it’s out of exasperation, with the hope that people will finally take the hint. People don’t take a hint though, mostly because they think it’s hilarious. Over time, Genji agrees.
Years to come, whenever he meets someone new who tentatively works up the courage to ask “so… what happened?” while gesturing to his cyborg body, Genji will, without fail, tell the biggest, most ridiculous whopper of a lie he can think of (and all his teammates will be sniggering the the background at the new guy’s poor, confused face).
Time passes, Overwatch falls, Genji leaves, winds up in Nepal, and for the first time in years he tells someone – Zenyatta – what actually happened (after spending the first few weeks lying through his teeth about it). Then Recall happens, and with Genji comes Hanzo into Overwatch’s fold.
It’s not an easy thing to talk to strangers about, but Hanzo figures it’s better to be up front about things and he admits that, yes, he had tried to murder his brother to appease the elders of the crime syndicate family.
Ho ho ho, says the rest of the squad, pull the other one it’s got bells on.
And Hanzo just???? doesn’t get it????
They’re supposed to be old friends of Genji? He’s very blatantly and honestly tells them I nearly murdered him, it’s my fault he is how he is now but whoever he’s talking to just laughs. Laughs! “Yeah, sure mate, whatever you say, I’ll bet, haven’t heard that one before.”
Literally everyone just assumes Hanzo’s in on the joke and is playing along with Genji’s tall tales. Angela just listens with a sort of abject horror, Zenyatta’s amused, and Genji doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry because the slack-jawed expression Hanzo made the first time McCree laughed in his face after being told “I killed Genji” was priceless.