I call the darkness unto me

From deepest depths of Earth and Sea

To blackest night I pledged my soul

and crush my heart

To summon forth a deathly power

To see my hated foe devored

The Immortal Monster will long he haunted

By the darkest spell of

Moon the Undaunted

From the teaser it seems like Battle for Mewni will give us some insight to what Moon’s “darkest spell” could be… 

Methinks that shit’s gonna go down.


I was already starting to miss this: let’s try to badly analyze the new promo for the upcoming movie-like S3 premiere

Not that much to say, actually. It looks like it’s focused on Ludo/Toffee, and a younger Moon. Maybe part of the movie is going to explore their past, and what led to Toffee losing his finger, and a battle.
Also it’s possible that the spell heard during the promo (I think that it’s a young Moon saying it, the voice could fit her) is the Darkest Spell seen in the tapestry. And it sounds kinda ominous:

I call the Darkness onto me
From deepest depths of Earth and Sea
To blackest night I pledge my soul
And crush my heart
To summon forth the deathly power
To see my hated foe devoured

- A big monster, walking, crushing what looks like a water canal. A symbol to say “the corn crops are not watered anymore”? From the past, or from the present? Who knows. Not me.

- Star’s wand. The whole trailer has a greenish tint, so it’s hard to tell if it’s actually casting something with green energy, or not.

- Ludoffee hand, way more wrinkled than the last time we saw it. Does he need to regularly drain magic from other beings? Or there could be eleventeen other explanations.

- Ludoffee with his Bird and Spider. His eyes aren’t as glowy as they were in Starcurshed: is Ludo back in control of his body? Did Toffee just completely gain control of it, making it not just a “forced possession” anymore? Or the animators just wanted to have a villain with an expressive face, not just glowing green orbs. He seems to be directing an attack on Mewni using his rats, something foreshadowed more than enough in Is Mystery.

- Moon’s wand being covered by a black slime. My bet is that this is related to the “darkest spell” mentioned in Into the Wand, that she used to defeat Toffee. Even the effect behind kinda looks like the one seen in the tapestry

- A magical explosion in front of Ludo. He looks to be standing in the ruins of the monster temple that exploded in Starcrushed.

- Young Moon, in her battle armor. Her arm is getting covered by something, so it’s possible that, for once, the editing of the promo is not misleading, and that she really is the one shaking hands with… whatever that black thing is. A pact with a dark entity or something like that, the price to pay to use a spell strong enough to defeat Toffee? The spell even says (if it’s the same one, obviously, it’s not sure) “To blackest night I pledge my soul“…  Ahahah fun times.

- The promo ends with Toffee asking “Have you learned nothing?”

Star VS The Forces of Evil TEASER TRAILER analysis


And it’s going to include as much the battle on the present as the past one (insert fangirl scream here).

First, this:

I think this belongs to the past battle, when Moon and her army were battling Toffee’s. We all know how great is Toffee in strategy, so is not a surprise that things got horrible for mewmans. 

Then this:

Looks like Toffee is not going to take care of Ludo’s body precisely…


Ludo is attacking a mewman town?! Toffee is letting Ludo act by himself? Ok let’s think. Maybe this is a new stage of Toffee using Ludo as his puppet where he drives him even more insane and create some chaos as his minion for the banal dirty work. And probably this is what Star is going to confront with the her “Alfa Team” instead of the actual Toffee. Toffee: I have no time and I’m not in mood of fighting a little girl and her A Team or whatever

And then: 

What the heck is this?! And the place… it looks like the ruins of something… Ludo’s wrecked castle, maybe? The one who is there… is Ludo or Toffee? Is he summoning something? Eclipsa, perhaps? 


I call the darkness unto me

From deepest depths of Earth and Sea

To blackest night I pledged my soul

and crush my heart

To summon forth a deathly power

To see my hated foe devored

Well, looks like we now know what Moon’s darkest spell was. But of course, this leave us with more questions: she sold her soul to the darkness to cast the spell?! The spell “devours”… but since Toffee regenerates, that is why Toffee has a would like the one he has? Is a spell from Eclipsa’s chapter? Sure it is.

And then we heard Toffee saying “Have you learn nothing?” What does that mean? Who is saying that to? To Moon? In the past or the present? What is she going to do or did again that is not going to work against Toffee?


i went to the creek
to wash off the
sins from my hands,
yet they remained.

i went to the river
to wash off the
sins from my hands,
yet they remained.

i went to the sea
to wash off the
sins from my hands,
yet they remained.

i came to You and
spilled out my
bleeding heart,
and You forgave. 


When I die, turn my bones
to ash and scatter me
across the sea
to kiss the shores of islands,
and swim with blue whales, 
let me become the hurricane
that devastates a city,
the rain that washes away
the pain. let me become earth
and sky and when you walk
beneath the stars, you will smile
because you know I am there.
That I will always be there,
even after you’re gone.
because the sea is immortal,
I will be too.


Coco Rosie

I always knew,
I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
Spend all my time,
amongst the animals.
And on the tracks 
I would go 
they lead to the sea
to be amongst the animals.

Headcanons about Senior Prom

So I was talking to some friends about what Peter’s senior prom would be like and was inspired to make a headcanon… So here it is!

o   Ned and Peter, as seniors, are still just as inseparable as they were in sophomore year

         §  But neither has been suave enough to nab a girl

o   Ned, because he’s a mushball, buys this LEGO tux man and asks Peter to prom with it

        §  “I invite you to go on the grandest adventure with me…senior prom”

        §  “No way of course I’ll go with you!”

o   Immediately, Peter makes plans with Tony to have an Iron Drone looking over Queens.

        §  “I don’t wanna miss this. I wanna stay the whole time with Ned.”

        §  “Okay, kiddo. You deserve it.”

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Oh, July

What times we had

In the sun and shine

When the chiming of hellish bells had ceased

And with only the sound of silence, and the sea

To cut through our dreaming

That was keeping us at peace

With what we know

We’ll never grow to be

In these lives

Handed out –

Unwanted destinies


Oh, July

How many times

Did I embrace your lies

As less terrifying

Than the truth?

How marvellously they used you

To soothe the quaking

Of us anxious youths

Too self-absorbed

To look towards the future


Oh, July

Bring back the times

Of wasted days

And late-spent nights, aplenty

Of climbing many trees and trials

With hearts emboldened

By sophomoric naivety, arrogance, and immortality

That cannot be reclaimed or brought forth

To this present grey

Ceaseless, remorseless

Incessantly draining the life

Squandered, now emaciated



Just give me a break

A Waltz Among the Stars

Pairing: John/Paul

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,624

Set In: Paris, 1961

Prompt: “Dance with me.”

A/N: i used ‘unchained melody’ by the righteous brothers as the song they listen to on the radio. the song wasn’t released by them until 1965 but the police can’t stop me.

Whoa, my love
My darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time

His eyes flickered toward the man on the balcony after hearing the first few words of the song float quietly from the speakers of the radio. He stood outside smoking, a hazy white cloud of smoke left his unseen lips, as his back was towards him. John sat on the bed, back pressed up against the gaudy floral wallpaper and knees pulled halfway up towards his chest, creating a makeshift desk for the notebook he held so near and dear to him. On the tattered paper was Paul’s dim silhouette, shaded by the moon that he now faced, which shone only partly behind the red brick building next to their hotel. John made sure to only include the full moon and the starry night surrounding him, wanting to remember only the sheer beauty he was trying to so delicately capture with the short, black pencil in his hand. His legs were crossed as he leaned casually against the rusted railing on his elbows, occasionally lifting up an exposed arm to take a short drag from the cigarette placed daintily between his fingers. He’d captured the slight curve of his petite waist, which was tucked snugly under the black trousers that seemed to hug every bit of his legs in just the right way. His shoulders were pulled back, relaxed as he took another puff. John could imagine the small cloud of smoke leaving his lips in a way that seemed almost sensual, his plump mouth parting in a perfect ‘o’ shape to release the puff into the atmosphere. The man in front of him moved so that his hip curved to the opposite side to shift his weight onto his right foot. His cigarette dangled between between his two fingers, which were relaxed hanging over the railing. The gentle breeze had seemingly picked up a bit, as the hair springing from the top of his head curled with the wind. John found his heart bursting at the sight, completely mesmerised at the very shape of his body in the silvery glow of the moonlight.

Are you still mine?

Pushing himself off of the painfully squeaky bed, John followed the glowing stripes of light along the carpeted floor and padded over towards the opened door. His sock-covered toes were icy​, as the yearly October chill was beginning to set in even in Paris. The music drifting from inside the hotel room was slightly more faint now as he reached a hand out to tug at Paul’s hairy arm, making him turn around and face him with a sleepy smile, knowing. Stamping out his cigarette under his shoe, he followed John inside, kicking them off his feet and tossing them somewhere into the shadows. They stood apart for a moment, studying the other with dreamy gazes, both men taking in the sight of the other. Paul’s raven black hair was combed down in their newest hairstyle they’d gotten in Hamburg, but it was ruffled by the ever-persistent autumn wind. John’s wide eyes fell to the shape of his bowed lips, the thought of how maddeningly soft they always felt whenever they grazed his skin overwhelming his mind to the point that he nearly couldn’t think straight for the time being. His eyebrows were arched high as usual, and his eyes–Jesus Christ, his eyes–were wider than normal, but still possessed that warm, kind quality that nearly always drove John over the edge. The man singing on the radio sang louder in the background, the music flooding their ears and their senses as Paul crept towards John, bare feet brushing against the curls of the thin carpeting.

I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me

They met in the center of the small room, the tranquil atmosphere slowing their raging heartbeats down to a steady rhythmic thump as the tips of their fingers grazed together at their sides between them. Their fingers tangled together almost out of instinct, being so used to the feeling of the other. Paul’s thumb on each hand stroked over his knuckles excruciatingly slowly, as if he wanted to even dissolve into John. He was taken aback when Paul lifted one of them to his soft mouth and touched his knuckles to his lips, nudging the ball of his nose into the same spot before kissing there again. John had nearly melted into a puddle at this point, and he was shocked that he was even still standing at the sheer happiness that had overcame him. “You have the most exquisite hands,” Paul muttered lowly into his fingers, touching his warm lips to them again before bringing them to rest between them once more. John’s gaze flickered down to the palms sliding delicately up the sides of his arms, losing sight of them whenever they smoothed over the thin, white material of his shirt covering his shoulders, and cupped either side of his neck. Paul seemed to be gleaming, a heavenly sort of halo shaping his frame, eyes as radiant as the glow of the stars behind him. John’s fingers crept over the small swell of his hips before settling them to hold his waist tenderly, being gentle as if he were an expensive piece of fine china. Their hips began to sway leisurely to the slow tempo of the triplets in the beat. Although they both knew that there would be plenty more moments just like this in the future, a pang of sadness found its way into John’s chest from deep down. He knew that they were genuinely happy, content and at ease with their relationship, cheerful kisses and tender moments that they’d shared would always be remembered and cherished. But the fact that they couldn’t fully share their immense love for each other with anyone was almost painful in a way. Why something so basic as loving another human being was frowned upon was completely beyond him. Someday in the very very distant future, he could even picture them still together, rings exchanged and vows repeated sometime still far off. He’d never admitted it to Paul, as he was deeply troubled by his silly thoughts and dreams of an uncertain future. Hopefully, he thought, England will lose the stick that had been evidently shoved up its tight arse and come to realize how incredibly ridiculous its law was. Drooping eyes brought him out of his thoughts, Paul staring intently, wanting desperately to know what had been going through the man’s mind. The moment seemed surreal again, like they were both in the middle of some incredibly lovely dream that you’d never want to wake up from. The light breeze snuck past the doorway to the balcony to whisper in their ears and wisp through the straying strands of hair.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea

Paul leaned forward the slightest bit so that the curves of their cheeks would brush past each other, the tiny bit of stubble that had broken out on John feeling scratchy against Paul’s porcelain skin. Their feet swept them in slow circles around the carpet, swinging cautiously, as either man was equally nervous about accidentally tramping on the other’s toes. John savored the feeling of Paul’s cool breath ghosting over his neck and falling down the loose collar of his shirt, making him close his eyes and shiver against the other man. He could hear a soft giggle erupt from Paul’s plump lips as he slid an unhurried hand from the back of John’s neck upwards to rest where the man’s hair was longer and thicker. His fingers ran through the auburn locks at a slow pace, causing John to only pull their chests closer together. His eyes involuntarily shut once again, wanting nothing more than to feel only his best mate, lover, pressed up so tightly against him. It was moments like these that John continued on for. He knew that there was no one else on the face of this wretched planet–not even Cyn, as terrible as it sounded even in his own head–that he’d want in Paul’s place. Loving Paul was something else, something almost indescribable. It was like the feeling you get when you finally find that missing piece to the puzzle you’ve been working on all week, like watching the moon transition into the rising sun in the wee hours of the morning, like the clouds opening up and rays of sunshine lighting their way through the open part, all that sappy shit. Although it’s similar to all of those things, nothing could match the jelly-like feeling in the pit of his stomach when Paul did so much as glance at him. And when he touched him–dear God–it felt almost as if universes were colliding and the stars were glimmering brighter than they ever have in all of time, like an eternal euphoria. John was once again brought back to reality by the strangely distant sound of the man on the radio crooning in the corner. The hands John had placed chastely on Paul’s waist wove around to the small of his back and played with the hem of his trousers, tugging upwards lightly with his thumbs wrapped around the unused belt loops. Paul hummed appreciatively in his ear and placed an excruciatingly gentle kiss on his jawline.

Whoa, my love
My darling
I’ve hungered, hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time

Nudging his angled nose into the warmth of Paul’s neck, John shut his eyes and just listened; listened to the serene music that had gradually gotten louder to reach its climax, to the almost unnoticeable sputtering of an engine starting somewhere in the dark street below. None of that mattered to him, as John was focusing himself intently on the pleasant hum of Paul’s breathing in his ear. His mind wandered momentarily, John silently not believing how the hell he managed to turn so incredibly soft so fast for James Paul McCartney. The thought only made him pull the man impossibly closer to him, wanting nothing more than for Paul to just melt into him so that they could stay like this until the end of time.

I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me

The final strong chord of the song rang out in the otherwise quiet room until the radio went completely silent, as the program probably ended since it was growing late. The little room suddenly grew dark and desolate in the new silence that hung over them, other than the light breeze that was still nipping at their exposed necks. The swaying of their hips back and forth never ceased, as either man silently wished that they could stay wrapped up like this in the comfort of the other’s warm embrace for all eternity. Paul made up for the loss of music and began to hum a soft, unrecognizable tune in John’s ear, fingers still combing through the roots of his hair in earnest. The moon shone bright through the still open doorway and cast their tall shadow against the carpet, which John had just noticed now. He made a mental note, telling himself that he’d someday have to sketch out this scene for him and Paul to cherish. John could picture them from another angle, wrapped up in the tangle of their warm limbs, hearts thrumming together in a calm, steady rhythm, their heads side by side and occasionally bumping against each other in time with their loose hips. He couldn’t help but smile at the image that he held in his mind.

It had to be at least ten minutes after the song had initially ended that Paul, much to John’s displeasure, stopped humming into the shell of his ear. His hips ceased all movement, as did John’s after he realized that he’d suddenly stopped, and they stood there in the silence of the clear night, encased in their little bubble and closed off from the rest of the hectic world. Neither man moved for a moment, holding one another in their tight embrace, basking in the moonlight and the cool midnight air drifting into their room. John had that certain feeling in the pit of his stomach, that almost indefinable surge of intense emotion that he felt nearly everytime he was around him.

He pulled away from Paul’s head so that he was merely centimeters away from the rounded tip of his nose. Paul’s eyes gave him a sense of relaxation, the notion that the stars were aligned and that everything was alright in the world. But God, was he stunning, silky dark hair feathered off to the side from the wind, chestnut eyes tired and drooping as they were before, and John couldn’t help himself even if he tried. So he kissed him, almond eyes immediately fluttering closed at the feeling of Paul’s warm lips finally covering his thin ones like a cozy blanket. In a flurry of soft kisses and tiny, almost held back whimpers, their shirts were pulled over their heads before landing with a squeaky thump on the mattress, and, well–you know the rest.

Paul awoke the next morning to the sound of a very persistent car horn outside, much to his annoyance. Grumbling, he rose from his spot against the wall on the tiny twin-sized bed and rubbed his sleep-coated eyes, realizing that John’s naked form was no longer curled up next to him in a deep slumber. Other than him, the bed was empty, the sun streaming through the door to the balcony that neither bothered to close. Smirking, he thought of the show that they must have given the apartment with the large window across the street the night before, and threw his bare legs over the side of the bed.

John was nowhere to be found as the man peered around the small room. He noticed a small folded paper on the nightstand that read 'My Dearest Paulie,’ in John’s signature scrawly hand. Unfolding it, his heart was bursting, as the paper had unnoticeably been two separate drawings. The first one was a portrait of his darkened silhouette against the moonlight, and he wondered, blushing, how John had managed to make his behind look so good. The other was completely different, showing their two figures tangled together, swaying to the gentle beat of that wonderful song that had played on the radio the night before. It was adorable, as John had even scribbled little music notes drifting from the nearby radio. At the bottom of the paper read 'Kiss me 'til the night runs out,’ in his scratched handwriting. Paul ran his fingers over the line delicately in awe, careful not to smear anything. Heart swelling, he held both portraits close to his bare chest and smiled goofily, feeling as giddy as an innocent schoolgirl who’s just been kissed for the very first time. And when John returned, the mischievous grin on his face even wider than usual, Paul ravished him, touching and kissing and taking all that the other would offer. They danced every night after that, swirling around in their modest little hotel room in the heart of the city of love itself, silently swaying and whispering sweet nothings into the welcoming darkness.


Twelve years old

& for three months away

From home I knew

I stayed awake

For a couple of nights

Hoping I’ll see you soon

I travelled the map

Across the Mediterranean Sea

To find myself living

My Middle East Dream

& when I felt alone

When I missed my home

I looked at the Moon

Knowing you see it too

I remember

Myself anticipating

For every night to arrive

Cause nothing

Felt like home accept

Looking at the Moon among the stars

flamingkat  asked:

I mean... If you compare the hands... The dark hand kinda looks like Moon's hand. What if the dark hand is actually Moon's evil side that she hasn't released yet? And when she realized she had that side, she used her dark side to give her magic a darker taste to defeat Toffee?

It’s possible, magic is weird (even more if it’s one of Eclipsa’s ones), and the spell did sound a bit like a “pact” of sort. 

I call the Darkness onto me
From deepest depths of Earth and Sea
To blackest night I pledge my soul
And crush my heart
To summon forth the deathly power
To see my hated foe devoured

Unchained Melody

A/N:  Written for @leiascully‘s Oktoberficfest.  

October 1971

Bill Mulder and Teena Kuipers were married on the Vineyard one unseasonably hot October day in 1961 after a fairly brief courtship. Bill remembered thinking Teena had beautiful eyes. Teena remembered thinking Bill had an excellent pension.

The first decade of their marriage was spent raising their two children.  Fox was conceived quickly and accidentally, and Samantha was a relatively unintentional but happy afterthought. Neither Bill nor Teena had wanted Fox to grow up an only child, though fate had a way of making that an inevitability anyway.  

By the time Fox was eight or nine, the Mulders had cultivated a unique ability to make the stifling silences between what was spoken aloud at the dinner table and the tinny clank of good silver against porcelain china more and more weighty.  

When they celebrated their ten year anniversary, both Bill and Teena were steadfastly trying to maintain what little civility remained between them intact for appearance’s sake, burdened now as they were not only with two children but also with a sham of a marriage that was becoming steadily more stifled under a conspiracy of shadowed backroom deals, infidelity, and cigarette smoke.

Fox had barely turned ten when Bill’s parents threw their son and daughter-in-law a raucous anniversary party at the summer house in Quonochontaug, sending the children to bed early while music and laughter floated up through the thick Rhode Island air.  Fox lay wide awake, listening to Samantha snore and snuffle softly in the bed next to him as the boisterous din outside continued well past midnight.  He tossed and turned as his pajamas stuck to his lanky legs in the stuffy upstairs bedroom. 

Gradually, the noise outside receded to only a few hushed voices, and finally all that kept Fox’s sharp eyes and ears open were the dying strains of light and music that filtered in through his open bedroom window and a desperate thirst that had thickened his tongue.  Around 2:00 in the morning, the house finally settled into a sultry, contented silence.  Sighing, Fox heaved himself out of the twin bed he had nearly outgrown and padded soundlessly downstairs for some water.  Filling a glass at the sink, he passed by the kitchen window, scratching his chest and gulping earnestly, when he happened to glance outside and almost choked, sputtering water down the front of his pajamas.

His parents, rarely demonstrably affectionate with either each other or their children, were alone outside.

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