The Weight of Objects

Pendulum 101

Alright, pals! Time to learn all about pendulum divination!

-Pendulums are best known for their ability to give quick yes/no answers! -Pendulums are don’t cost a lot of money and are easy to make.
-Pendulums are very easy to pick up and learn quickly… no extensive training needed!

-Pendulums require a steady hand, which some people struggle with.
-Pendulums don’t provide in-depth information, just surface-level answers.

How To Do It:
-First, set up a pendulum board. This can be a set board or cloth, or you can scribble it down on an index card. It’s traditionally two perpendicular lines, one for yes and one for no. Other things can be added as well! (Many people include a “Maybe,” “Rephrase the question,” add a circle of numbers or letters, even zodiac signs!)
-Grab your pendulum and “set” it to the board. (I usually do this by tapping each point on the board with the pendulum and saying, “yes, no, one, two,” whatever is appropriate.
-Give it a test run before asking the big questions. Ask it questions you already know, to make sure there isn’t anything interfering with the pendulum. Try to ask at least one yes and one no question!
-Ask your question out loud. Then wait. Eventually the pendulum will start swinging towards your answer!

How It Works:
There are a few different schools of thought, here. Some say your Higher Self guides the pendulum, others say that spirits do. Some say the pendulum itself has a consciousness! Other people attribute its movements to the ideomotor effect. Many skeptics will try to discredit it this way. My personal response? So what if it uses the effect? We all know your subconscious is wayyy smarter than your conscious, so you probably know the answer to your question deep in your gut, somewhere and just need to bring it to the surface. This idea only increases the validity of pendulum divination, in my eyes.

-You don’t need a fancy crystal pendulum. Any weighted object on a string will do! This includes necklaces, keys on lanyards, a needle and thread, you get the idea.
-Pendulums are best used indoors in areas without drafts. These air movements could interfere with your reading!
-I find it better to weigh my yes/no questions as a positive affirmation. For example, “Jenny likes me.” The yes/no response here would be very clear, where as “Jenny doesn’t like me” raises questions. Is a “No” because the statement is incorrect, or no because she doesn’t like you? Affirmations also give you the added help of gut feeling. If you say, “Jenny likes me,” and your gut feeling makes it feel like a lie, that’s important information. (Remember your subconscious is smart!)
- If your pendulum is acting weird, try giving it a good cleanse! Sometimes they pick up “gunk” from extended use and get bogged down.
-Pendulums are very useful for contacting spirits! If you hold your pendulum still and call for a spirit, they can signal their presence by moving it. I prefer this over tarot because tarot always guarantees a response, whether a spirit is there or not. Pendulum, meanwhile, is better for confirming your answers are genuine.

If you’d like to see me do any other posts like this one, let me know! :)

brielarsonYou don’t need a fancy camera to tell your story. Get your friends, use a camera phone if you have it, and mess around. We need you. We can’t change this industry without you. Let’s compile a list of free or cheap resources so you can make a film for as little $$$ as possible. I know public libraries sometimes have films you can check out, Apple products come with imovie(that’s how I learned how to edit), tons of websites have royalty free music you can download to score, or have a friend record something live! Dustin and I used household objects to create our score for Weighting(you can watch on Vimeo). Post below other ways you can make a film. Do you know any facilities that let you check out cameras and computers?

Let’s Get Something Straight

Okay. Don’t get me wrong. I love me some high quality Langst as much as the next fan girl. But do you know what I don’t love?

This perpetuated narrative of Lance being kidnapped by Lotor only to be corrupted all because of a little validation.

Oh na, na, na, na, Batman. Ray Charles to that bull shit, and let me tell you why.

When people talk about the bedroom scene, I think more often than not we look over the most amazing part of it. Yeah, sure, on a subconscious level, Lance was probably seeking some sort of validation, but that was not his main objective when he went knock, knock, knocking on Keith’s door.

In Lance’s mind, he had objectively weighted his worth against his teammates and found himself lacking. but because of how much he cares about his team and what their trying to accomplish, he was willing to step aside. (His own emotions about the situation be damned)

“This isn’t a participation game.”

And you know what? This is in line with Lance’s character. He’s a ride or die, jump in front of a bullet, martyr till the death of him type of mother fucker. He’s consistently puts his own well being and insecurities aside daily.

Because that’s the thing about insecurities. As harsh as it sounds, their typically self centered. This is war, and Lance isn’t about to let his own self doubt get in the way of saving the day.

Realistically, if Lance were to be kidnapped by Lotor, he’d be much more likely to say something along the lines of: ‘You know, maybe I’m a burden to my friends, maybe they don’t need me, but you must be out of your God Damn Mind if you think I’m helping your villainous ass hurt the people I love. *spits on Lotor* Go ahead, kill me, I ain’t afraid to die. I’ve been ready for this shit since season one.’

Honestly, I’m surprised so many people think he would be that weak to his own insecurities when he’s never once been shown like that. If you love Lance, realize and appreciate that he would rather fly himself into the god damn sun before betraying his friends.

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okay so there’s a popular post going around that’s having a bit of a laugh at one of the moves steve did in the lemurian star sequence in catws. i’m all for finding the amusement in things but given that steve’s fighting style is an amalgamation of martial arts, one of which i have been doing for 11 going on 12 years, the whole post kinda bugged me.

so here’s an accurate breakdown of this move (under a readmore bc it got long) based on what i know, and what would happen if steve tried it on the winter soldier:

the move:

the techniques:

now it might look like he’s jumping into the guy’s arms, but there’s actually a lot going on here.

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✧Spell to find an item you lost✧

What You’ll Need •

§*optional* A white candle

How Toº

∞If you have a candle this is where you light it and hold it in your hand, this is just something to focus your energy on so it doesn’t go everywhere
(my mind also wanders and I forget what I was doing/saying and when you’re holding fire it helps the focus ;D)
∞Take a deep breath and ask your God/deity/god/goddess/(or whatever else I missed) for help
∞Visualizing the object in your mind, the shape, weight, colors, exhale and Say out loud
   “Object I seek, I pray I’ll seek
    Where ye hide, I shall see
    What is lost, must be found 
    Please help turn my luck around”

∞Stare into the flame visualizing the object again
∞Feel the energy in the room and breathe it in
∞(If you have a candle) Exhale that air to blow out the candle
∞Thank your God/deity/god/goddess/Fey/Faeries/Elf/(or whatever else I missed)

Witchy Meanings⦿

Purity ~ Luck ~ Finding Something That’s Lost ~ Connection To God/deity/god/goddess/Fey/Faeries/Elf/(or whatever else I missed) ~

Made by @ohnoregrettio/ @spell-bound-life (same person two accounts :3)

Imagine you work in a doll shop... (Part I)

Ever since you were young, you had always dreamed of having a large family- being constantly swollen and round with children, feeling them kick and tumble around inside you. There was only one problem: you were downright terrified of the pain that came with giving birth. Just the idea of feeling yourself be stretched so much was absolutely unbearable, to the point where you always made certain that your birth control prescription was met and your husband wore a condom every time the two of you had sex. However, as time went on, it was becoming gradually more apparent that your husband was getting frustrated with your unwillingness. He sat you down and had a long talk with you about epidurals and other painless birth options, but you wouldn’t hear any of it. There was always the off chance that it would hurt regardless, and that was something you just couldn’t risk. That same night, you both slept in different rooms. The next morning, while getting ready for work, you decided to check on your husband, who was still sound asleep on the couch. Even in his sleep, it was obvious that he was unhappy- his brow holding a slight furrow, his lips tightly pursed. At the sight, you felt a sudden pang of guilt. After all, it wasn’t his fault that you were so afraid of giving birth. And you knew how badly he wanted children. Later that morning, you quietly stepped into the shop, your hands trembling ever so slightly as you eased the door shut behind you. The sight you were met with was a comfortingly familiar one; dozens of painted faces perched above plastic bodies clothed in perfectly pleated, tightly laced dresses, bright, sparkling eyes framed by delicately curled hair in a variety of shades. There was no question that these were some of the most lifelike and realistic dolls made in the area, each roughly the same size as a toddler and weighing almost as much. You knew from firsthand experience just how heavy they were, given how many times you’d had to load them into boxes to be shipped, or had to stock the countless shelves with them. Moving past the dolls, you found your boss in the workroom, busy threading hair into the scalp of an unfinished doll. Mumbling a halfhearted greeting, you stepped past him to the sewing table, where you got to work hemming the dress that the semi-hairless doll was to wear. The longer you sewed, the more you let your mind wander, and the worse you felt about the fight you’d had with your significant other. The guilt must have eventually started to show on your face, as soon, your boss piped up, quietly mentioning that you had never been very good at hiding your feelings. With that, you broke down completely, clutching your face in your hands as you tearfully explained your predicament. More than anything, you wanted to get past your phobia of pregnancy, and give your husband the family that the two of you had wanted for so long. Your boss just sat there, listening, until finally, as you took a moment to blow your nose with a tissue, he spoke. “I would like to help you with that.” Those were words that simultaneously made you afraid and exhilarated. On one hand, you had no idea how he planned to help you. On the other, you were becoming so desperate that you were willing to try just about anything. Reluctantly, you nodded, relenting to his request. With a large, friendly smile, he stood, motioning for you to come over to the workbench he was using. Curiosity slowly began to seep into you as you yourself rose, joining him next to the table cluttered with tools. Quickly, your boss began clearing a large area of the wooden surface, leaving it all too available for whatever was going to happen next. “Sir? What’re you-” Before you could so much as finish your sentence, he shoved you down, trying to force you to lay flat on the workbench. Though he was an older man, you happened to be on the small side, meaning you no match for him. Still, you struggled and fought, trying to kick at him as he bound your wrists to the legs of the table, your arms tightly secured by two brightly colored strips of cloth. As you tried to tug your hands free, he took the opportunity to yank off the jeans you were wearing, quickly followed by your flimsy panties. As the cold air brushed against your nethers, it hit you: he was going to rape you. Tears filled your eyes for the second time that day as you stopped your struggling, going limp against the wood. Parting your lips, you let out a hoarse whisper. “Please don’t do this…” “I won’t harm you, dear. Though, I can’t promise that this isn’t going to hurt.” He almost sounded apologetic as he tied your ankles to the other two legs of the table, forcing your own legs to remain spread wide, bent upwards at the knees. What was he going to do to you? Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears that you almost didn’t catch his murmured words of reassurance as something soft began caressing your folds. With a shudder, you realized that he was teasing your sex with his fingers. A soft gasp managed to escape you as he slipped one finger inside you, followed by another, and then another. It was uncomfortable at first, but your body quickly adjusted, your opening growing wet to accommodate the intrusion. As he pressed into your clit with his thumb, you let out your first moan, your chest beginning to heave as your breaths turned shallow and strained. You almost wanted to whine as he pulled back, wiping off his fingers with a cloth. You tried to lift your head to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t see past the workbench as your boss hunched over, pulling something out from a box underneath. However, as he stood back up, you could feel the color drain from your cheeks, your hands curling into shaking fists. In his hands was another doll, this one without a painted face, hair, or clothes. Cradled gently in his arms, it almost looked like a newborn infant, the kind you so desperately craved. With a sudden rush you felt the guilt flood back into you, that all-too-familiar feeling that had eaten away at your marriage. Consumed with emotion, you barely noticed as your boss stepped back over, lowering the doll towards your open legs. Without warning, you felt a sudden pain blossom in your sex, a sharp pinching sensation that wrenched a shriek from you. Your head snapped back up, frantically trying to catch a glimpse of the source of the unwelcome feeling. The sight that met your eyes was something that you had definitely not expected to see. Pushed brutally hard against your vulva was the head of the unfinished doll, your boss’s hands trying to force it in deeper- force it into your body. Before you could stop yourself, a string of panicked words tumbled out of your mouth, gradually increasing in pitch until they bordered on nothing more than a shriek. “NO! DON’T! PLEASE, OH GOD, IT’S NOT GOING TO FIT!” You desperately yanked and pulled at the bindings on your wrists, praying that somehow you could get free and put an end to this madness. Still, he persisted, continuing to press on the doll, putting his entire weight behind the single continuous shove. The stinging pain twisted itself into a deep, unbearable ache as the doll reached your pelvis, the plastic meeting a hole that was far too small for it to pass through. You could feel the entire weight of the object, ridiculously heavy and bulky as it somehow managed to slide deeper and deeper, working its way into your canal against all odds. Despite your pleas, he still continued to put that intolerable pressure on your body, determined to slide the doll into you. You had been lying there for what must have been an hour before you finally felt the doll reach its last obstacle: your cervix. The ache that you thought couldn’t get any worse tripled as hard plastic met the unweilding muscle, stubbornly trying to force it open. Your only relief was the series of screams that tore out of your throat, one after another until you were too hoarse to continue. Fresh tears trickled down across your face as the doll suddenly thrust deeper inside of you, into what could only be your womb. As you looked down, you could see the bulge in your lower stomach, signifying that the head had entered the deepest part of you at last. “Hush, dear. It’s almost over. The head was the difficult part.” His words did little to soothe you, and you clenched your teeth, letting out a hissing, forced breath as the rest of the doll was pushed into your abused uterus. You watched with disbelief as your belly grew before your eyes, plumping out into a round, pregnant sphere that rested heavily on your tiny frame. Though there wasn’t nearly as much pain as there was during the insertion, you still felt sore, and you were so incredibly full that you were sure you were about to burst. The doll took up every last inch of space in your swollen womb, stuffing you so large that you looked to be pregnant with at least twins. You groaned in relief as you felt your boss cut through the ties on your wrists. Freed at last, your hands flew to your massive tummy, experimentally poking and prodding at it. The bulge was utterly rock-hard, no doubt due to the doll within. Wincing, you tenderly rubbed the taut flesh. There was no possible way that your situation could get any worse. That was when he spoke, his own fingertips lightly brushing the surface of your belly. “You did so well, dear. I’ll let you rest for a bit, and then we can continue.” ———————————————————————————————

Hey, guys! You can call me Absinthe. Long-time lurker of the blog, finally decided to actually post something myself. Hope you enjoyed, and there should be a part 2 coming soon!            

Extremely Rare Bactrian Ceremonial “Lock” Idol with Inlaid Bulls, Late 3rd ML BC

A carved stone tent weight with bull images and inlay; accompanied by an old scholarly note, typed and signed by W.G. Lambert, late Professor of Assyriology, University of Birmingham, 1970-1993, which states: ‘Ancient Alabaster “Weight” 29cm, high 25cm diameter. This is roughly oval with a hollowed out hole near the top, creating a handle. The edges are rounded and on each side a bull in deep relief with inlay of turquoise and brown stone appears. Much detail is used in the depiction of the bulls. The bull on one side is shown with head facing forwards, while on the other side it faces backwards. In details also the two bulls are quite different. The object is generally in good condition, though some of the inlay is lost on one side. This is an extremely rare object, though certainly from West Central Asia. It dates to c.2000-1700 BC. Its purpose is not certain, but most probably it was carried in some religious rites.’

Among the most iconic Intercultural Style objects are the so-called “lock weights”. These were probably not weights at all, but were likely badges of high office, carried to indicate authority. Fragments of similar objects have been found throughout Mesopotamia, the islands of the Persian Gulf, on the Iranian steppe, as well as the Indus Valley. The production of them seems to be concentrated in two areas, the Gulf island of Tarut, as well as Tepe Yahya in south central Iran, that has produced the only known mine for the stone. The artistic styles on these chlorite objects represent a fusion of art and religious themes from the diverse regions that they are found in, representing both Mesopotamian and Indus culture. The bull was a popular, and sacred animal in both Mesopotamia and the Indus civilisation. In Mesopotamia it was often associated with storm gods, such as Ball. In the Indus region it appears on seals and is often associated with a horned deity that has been identified as a proto-Shiva type figure.

positiveicarus  asked:


Haha oh my! Of course I can talk more about them. Tbh I’m trying to keep myself in check cuz I know not everyone is here for this. But I guess I can talk a little bit about the story/universe? More under the cut!

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Idea for a game mechanic: Shove and Pull-based Gameplay.

A top-down game (could be anything, but top-down seems the easiest to implement) where you shove, drag, pull and sling around various objects in the environment for all sorts of purposes, be them tactical, defensive, or combat. It could be as simple as shoving a heavy locker in front of a door, or as complex as triggering a an avalanche of office chairs down on your enemies.

  • Different objects could have different properties such as weight and friction that would affect how they move. Wheeled objects would move smoother than ones without.
  • You could push up against an object or pull them back to move them slowly, or you could kick or butt into them for a quicker, more sudden movement.
  • You could spin objects around yourself for a few seconds to gain momentum to throw them harder and faster.

Imagine pushing a nightstand to block the door as monsters chase you. You quickly set up a trap for them. When the first one breaks through the door, you kick a chair at it, causing it to stumble while you drop an entire bookcase on it and its friends.

Another Day of Applying my Full-Body-Weight Onto Objects (Snails, Shells, Plastic Cups, etc…) Mashing Them Fully… Oh oh oh oh OH I Simply Must Get a Taste of That Leftover Gogonut Milk…

STUMP! STUMP, I Holler Get Over Here My Squire Boy STUMP! You Had Better Not Be Trying to Ouroboros When I FORBADE YOU –




Jimin x Reader- Requested (f)(s)(slight angst, but not really)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really love your Jungkook hybrid series. It’s super awesome, I will be looking forward for next chapters. Can I request a Jimin smut where you think he hates you bc he is always cold to you and it’s super harsh, but the truth its he has the biggest crush on u, & one day while u r on the car u have to sit on his lap cuz there’s no space, and he keeps telling u to keep still & u think it’s bc he hates you, but when u go out of the car JM can’t take it anymore & tells u that he loves you

You always thought he hated you; his voice, the looks he gave you, how he acted, he didn’t like you at all…or so you thought.

Wordcount: 7k+

Warnings: Dry humping

**Ah~ To the anon requested this, I really hope you like it. I’m sorry it took me so long, but i had fun writing it. Thank you for requesting, and please~ let me know what you think.

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The movie playing on the screen in front of you was the only source of light in the pitch black, and silent living room. You reached for your drink, looking inside the glass and sighing when you saw it was empty. Setting it down again, you turned your attention back to what you were watching, upset that there was nothing left in your cup, but also too invested in the movie to get up. As you were focusing back on the screen though, a commotion of voices spoke up around the room, once again making your interest in the movie fade.

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Drew’s Great Big Beauty and the Beast Review









Let me start off by mentioning how much this movie means to me. I’ve kind of made my niche on the internet by dreamcasting Disney movies as if they were live action. I’ve made a ridiculous number of edits, I mean I’ve spent hours, days, probably weeks on this stuff at this point, and many of these edits have been focused on Beauty and the Beast. Live action versions of Disney movies are like… my Thing. And, to be totally honest, this really is only the second faithful adaptation. Alice in Wonderland was a total reworking of the Alice story, not really a cartoon-to-live-action like this. Maleficent completely retold the story from a different angle by making one Disney’s most vicious villains not only sympathetic but good. Cinderella is so close (and so good, I might add) but visually it’s vastly different from its animated counterpart, especially when it comes to Lady Tremaine and the Fairy Godmother, and it’s not a musical. The Jungle Book is the closest we’ve seen to a real and true “live action remake” as opposed to a live action reinterpretation. But here we are. Disney did it. They took one of their most beloved animated classics and straight-up made it into a live action movie without cutting any songs or really very much at all…

And oh boy, did they knock it out of the park.

I love this movie. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

I love Emma Watson as Belle. I think she’s a wonderful choice, I completely buy into her as Belle. She’s beautiful and intelligent and spunky. Her singing is fine. She’s not Kristin Chenoweth or Sutton Foster, but Belle doesn’t need to be. She’s also not Meryl Streep or Daniel Day-Lewis, you know, Emma doesn’t go through a massive transformation and disappear into the role, but she doesn’t need to because she’s already so much like Belle. Still, I don’t find myself watching it thinking about Emma playing the role, I think of her as Belle, which is the goal of acting really. I love that this Belle is so active. I love that she is continuously trying to find a way to escape from the castle. The addition of the laundry machine and teaching the young girl how to read is so good because it actually shows us Belle’s intelligence. In the animated movie, we know Belle’s smart because we’re told Belle’s smart. She reads books and, sure, she acts rationally and she certainly shows the poise of an intelligent person, but this new scene gives us an active example of her intelligence and creativity while also demonstrating the oppressive and small-minded nature of the townspeople. Emma’s Belle is charming and smart and lovely, and I think she captures the essence of Belle perfectly.

All that being said, our two male leads really steal the show for me. I’ve seen the movie twice now and each time, one of the leading gentleman really jumped out. The first time I watched, Luke Evans felt like the true shining star of the film. His Gaston reminds me of Jason Isaacs as both Captain Hook and Lucius Malfoy. He isn’t just vain… this guy is a legitimate narcissist, it seems like his mind has truly been twisted by the war. This Gaston is even more evil than the one we left behind in the world of animation. Gaston has always been terrifying because of his charisma. The way he’s able to charm the people of the village is chilling and this time around we see even more of that trait, paired with a darker and more violent streak particularly illustrated by Gaston tying up Maurice and leaving him for the wolves. Plus, both times I saw the movie the audience gasped in horror when Gaston stomped on Belle’s lettuces.

The second time I saw the film, I was specifically watching for Dan Stevens’s performance as the Beast and man, this is good stuff. The Prince at the beginning is such a drama queen. He’s so over-the-top with his costuming, wig, even his gestures are extremely theatrical. The make up at the beginning is particularly brilliant, burying the Prince’s face in streaks of blue and silver so he still feels like an obscure figure that we don’t quite see. When Belle first meets the Beast, this is all still evident. The way he hides in the shadows, even his lines of dialogue, it’s all very dramatic. And then as the movie progresses, you can see this flair for melodrama fade away as he becomes a more grounded person. He becomes gentler, kinder, and his intelligence, which has always been there, comes forward. By the time we see the Prince again at the end, you can tell that this is the same man but he has been changed. The animated film’s human Prince always felt disconnected from the Beast for me. Sure, they made the eyes the same, but it was hard to see much else because we just see so little of him, so he always felt rather vanilla. That’s not the case here. When the Prince transforms back to a human at the end, this feels like the same character we have watched throughout the film. I’m sure this is aided by the incredible motion capture and CGI work, because the Beast is animated superbly, but Dan’s performance is just stellar.

The objects are perfect. There’s only one shot that I think feels odd (when Belle is carrying Lumiere with Cogsworth walking in front as they lead her to her room) but other than that one moment, I never second guess them as objects. They feel and act real. Lumiere’s movements in particular are incredible, right down to his close up at the start of “Be Our Guest.” I was worried about Plumette before seeing the movie because the bird design is so unusual, but it makes sense since they needed her to be able to fly to get around, and doesn’t feel out of place at all in the movie. Mrs. Potts and Chip are also beautifully animated, they always feel like real and solid objects with weight to them. Their relationship is wonderful, so loving and caring. Chip’s line, “OK. I’m older” is one of my favorite little moments of the whole thing. Cadenza is a wonderful addition to our cast of characters and I did not expect his relationship with Garderobe, but they were an excellent surprise. And Frou Frou! I love that Frou Fou is Garderobe’s and that he becomes Cadenza’s bench and is therefore the link between the two throughout their years in the curse. They’re just so sweet.

Maurice has been an under-reported character in all of this, and that’s a shame because Kevin Klein knocks this role out of the park. He is absolutely wonderful as Maurice. He is fatherly and kind but he has also clearly made mistakes as a parent and that is kind of embraced and understood in the storytelling. He is sincere at all times in a role that is pretty exaggerated in the animated film. If Maurice’s arrival in the tavern had been played exactly like the original, it would have felt campy, but Kevin Klein’s earnestness grounds the moment in reality. Not to mention his quips about snow in June and “apparently that’s what happens around here when you pick a flower” are delivered brilliantly.

Let’s talk Lefou. I don’t like this Lefou, and here’s why. Every other character in this film feels developed in a natural way. It feels like we are learning more information about these characters that has always existed, we just didn’t fit it in the first time around. Lefou, on the other, doesn’t feel like a character who has been developed but a character who has been rewritten. They clearly got the seed of an idea to make him gay but felt squeamish about making him evil and gay (and rightfully so), so they wrote this redemption arc that feels forced and really doesn’t actually go anywhere… Lefou’s turn during the battle with the castle objects doesn’t actually do anything, so the whole thing feels arbitrary. After seeing the film the second time, my friend and I spent probably an hour and a half just talking about Lefou and came up with a brilliant solution to this whole mess of a character… more on that in a moment…

Incorporating the Enchantress into the story is very compelling. I think it’s very obvious who Agatha is throughout the movie, but it gives the sense that she wants the spell to be broken, she wants the Beast to learn his lesson, which is very interesting. Having her arrive after the spell has completed and actively reverse it is a riveting choice, and I actually felt like we were missing a moment with her where she realizes that she made a mistake. When she was watching the separated loved ones reunite, it seemed like there was a seed of remorse that was not addressed.

The character development is very well done across the board, but I think something this movie did that was important and contributes to its success is the development of the spell itself. I think this was one of the most brilliant moves the film made. The eternal winter around the castle explains the sudden weather changes in such a short period of time while still using the seasons as an emotional storytelling technique like the animated film. The wolves are also clearly part of the curse here – I would have actually liked to have seen them included in the finale sequence, either transformed into humans like the objects, or else disappearing like mist with the rest of the eternal winter. Having the castle crumble every time a petal falls from the rose is so smart as well; it explains why the objects know every time a petal fall while also representing their and the Beast’s disintegrating humanity. But the best part of the curse’s development was definitely the memory loss. Adding the simple line to the opening narration about removing the people of the castle from the minds of the people who loved them was absolutely inspired. This one quick line explained a huge loophole that the animated film left regarding the presence of a massive castle in the woods and a royal family that apparently the entirely world did not know about. But even better than that, it created some wonderfully emotional reunions at the end. My friend beside me gasped so loudly when our favorite teapot exclaimed, “Mr. Potts!” and the moment with Henri Cogsworth and his wife(?) was so hilarious and, in my opinion, subtly hinted at our second LGBT character in this universe. Which brings me to the Lefou thing.

Here’s what my friend and I came up with: in the opening sequence, we see Cogsworth lurking in the shadows telling the Prince that “it’s time,” we see Lumiere handing the Prince a candelabra, we see Mrs. Potts chasing after Chip… in the midst of all this, we could also show a masked jester entertaining a few people at the ball. When the Enchantress arrives, a lot of people run out – presumably that’s where Mr. Potts and Mrs. Cogsworth escape and why they’re not included in the spell – and the jester leaves with them as well. At the end, the Pottses are reunited, the Cogsworths are reunited, and then Lefou recognizes his old beau, Chapeau the violinist/coat rack, and joins the finale back in his jester outfit. It makes total sense for Lefou to be “the fool” of course and explains why he falls into the abusive friendship he has with Gaston, since it would parallel the relationship he probably would have had as a jester for the similarly self-centered Prince. This adds two quick two-second shots to the opening scene, one of the masked Lefou juggling or something and one of him fleeing when the Enchantress shows up, and about twenty seconds at the end for the reunion and revelation and, in my opinion, is so much less problematic than writing our first ever LGBT Disney character as an evil sidekick with a forced redemption arc – this way, he had his memory erased, just like everyone else. Just our little idea but I think it could have blended into this world quite smoothly. Alas, here we are.

Moving on! The finale is absolutely gorgeous. The whole ending sequence is my favorite thing about the whole film. The fight scene is fantastic and then from there to the end, everything is so marvelous. We know the objects are going to be okay in the end, but seeing them all finally lose the battle they’ve been fighting and become motionless household objects is… emotional! Then the Prince’s transformation is brilliant, giving the perfect nods to the original film, and each character’s subsequent change back to their human state is perfect (Cadenza’s teeth!), especially when Mrs. Potts and Chip go sliding down the steps. And then when she says, “You smell so good,” oh my gosh. Whoever contributed that line is a genius. I go all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it. Then we have the wonderful and funny reunions and then the final dance sequence, where Emma is beautiful and Dan is looking good in bright sky blue and rococo curls in his hair. Audra McDonald sings flawlessly and we have that beautiful moment between Mrs. Potts and Maurice that made my little shipper heart do a backflip, even if there is a Mr. Potts now. I’m still not sure if I’m on board with the growl, but I adore the line about the beard – apparently it was written for the original film and Paige O'Hara even recorded it! But it interrupted that finale sequence so they never used it. I think it works perfectly here, it’s so cute.

The first time watching, I felt the pacing was so odd in the film, with some abrupt transitions that didn’t quite work. I felt that less so the second time, maybe just because I was expecting it, and sometimes I actually liked the sudden change. I also don’t fully understand the shuffling of scenes at the beginning. The animated film goes (1) “Belle,” (2) Belle and Maurice at home, (3) Maurice leaves for the fair, (4) Maurice arrives in the castle, (5) Gaston proposes, (6) “Belle (Reprise),” (7) Philippe comes back and tells Belle to the castle. The movie rearrange this so almost all of the village scenes happen together, reordering that sequence as 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 4, 7. Because of this we end up going from Maurice’s whole scene in the castle, back to the village for about thirty seconds with Philippe and Belle, then right back to the castle again. This made the whole sequence of events feel rushed even though each moment was given about the same amount of time, or more, as the original film. Additionally, I felt some of the filming choices from a cinematography point of view were weird. There were several times that we were zoomed in on a character, usually Belle or Gaston in the village, and it felt like the shot was kept tight to hide something but then there wasn’t anything to hide… it’s a hard thing to articulate, but I definitely noticed it through both viewings.

The design of this movie is amazing. Breathtaking. Thousands of beautiful costumes and such detail – human Cogsworth’s buttons have the Roman numeral numbers on them! Not to mention the object designs. Lumiere’s candlestick form is clearly inspired by the Broadway production, which was an absolutely brilliant choice. Garderobe’s wardrobe form is A THEATRE, it has box seats and a stage with curtains as her mouth piece! Even the villagers are designed with such care, memorable and reminiscent of the original in many places – the man with the scissors and the guy with the mustache, the Baker is very similar to his animated design… I would have liked to have seen blonde silly girls to contrast them more distinctly with Belle, but they are what they are. The set design, from the village to the absolutely incredible castle, it’s all so, so good. I love the little flowers painted on the doorway to Maurice’s cottage and I loved the magnificent, baroque-meets-gothic design of an extremely unique castle. I know people are up in arms about the yellow dress, I know it’s not perfect, but it doesn’t stick out so horribly in the movie and it moves so beautifully in the ballroom scene. And honestly, I’ve never cared about the yellow dress, the blue dress is the one I’ve always loved and I just think the live action interpretation is glorious. It does not feel like a costume, it feels worn-in, it feels natural, like it’s just Belle’s favorite dress, and I just love it so much.

Speaking of detail, they named the village. And they named it Villeneuve. As in Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve, the original author of the fairy tale. Come on. That’s fantastic.

Let’s see, some of my other favorite moments that jumped out at me that I wanted to mention… the whole “Gaston” scene in the tavern is awesome, maybe my favorite scene besides the finale sequence. I love that Lefou is going around paying everyone off to boost Gaston’s ego, I love the dance, I love the use of Tom, Dick, and Stanley as cronies throughout the entire movie, I love lifting the young woman and then lifting Lefou, the whole song is fun and funny and exciting and the new lyrics are just amazing - “Then I shoot from behind!” “Is that fair?” “I don’t care!” …That’s exactly what’s going to happen in the final battle. Ugh. So good.

The moment in “Something There” where the Beast moves to Belle’s end of the table, she puts down her spoon, and they both sip their soup out of the bowl… that hit me in a way the animated movie never has before. It’s amazing symbolism. He can’t eat with the spoon, she’s not going to lap it up like an animal, so they find a way they can both eat the same way. They’re meeting each other halfway. That’s some good stuff right there.

OH, and I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned “Be Our Guest!” Come on. They went hard with that. They put on a full Broadway production on the table in front of Belle! The way it just kept growing bigger and bigger was delightful. Plus I love that the grey stuff is designed after Be Our Guest Restaurant’s grey stuff, complete with the silver and grey chocolate caviar beads.

Replacing the animated film’s bookstore, which never really made sense in a town of people who think reading makes someone weird, with a small shelf holding a dozen old and worn books that Belle has read over and over is just such a wonderful touch. I love that Belle’s favorite play is Romeo and Juliet because she’s barely read anything else and I love that the Beast’s reaction is to roll his eyes at her selection. I would have liked to have seen the giving of the library be a little more deliberate and a little less off the cuff, and I definitely missed the “promises you don’t intend to keep” line, but I’m so satisfied with the choice to make the Beast a reader. Having “a very expensive education” totally makes sense, and what else would he have had to do with all that time? They each develop the other’s literary taste! What’s better in a relationship than that?

The new songs are lovely as well. “How Can A Moment Last Forever?” is so much better than “No Matter What,” I wish it could logically fit into the musical instead because it’s really, really good. “Days in the Sun” is so sweet, it’s nice to have those moments with the young prince and each of the objects and even Belle, and honestly I can’t stand “Human Again” so I’m good with this one, plus the lyrical nod to “A Change in Me” is nice. But “Evermore” is clearly stealing the show as far as the new songs are concerned. What a great song. I still think they could have done a little tweaking to the lyrics in order to still use “If I Can’t Love Her” but if we’re going to write a new song for the Beast, I’ll take this one. (But can we not digitally lower Dan Stevens’s voice next time? It sounds like a computer singing at some points.) I also loved all of the new/old lyrics that were incorporated into the songs we were familiar with. They felt fresh without being forced. The new “Gaston” lyrics are definitely my favorite, but the new lyrics that Mrs. Potts sings in the finale are touching. Plus, using the Broadway songs as underscoring was really nice, especially “Home.”

I’m just so delighted with this movie. Everything from the original is there but now there’s more. The stove is there. The coat rack is there. The footstool is there. They just paid so much attention to detail and did this movie the justice it deserved. I’m already prepared to call this my favorite movie. Easily. By miles. It’s beautiful and just absolutely everything I was hoping it would be.

Witch idea: Balloons 🎈

•Draw a sigil on a balloon. Blow up the balloon to charge it and pop it to release it.
•Raise energy and blow up a balloon to store it. Release the air for spell use.
•Hex someone by breathing your anger into a balloon after sticking a small representation of your target inside.
•Blow up the balloon with intent, and pop it to release the energy
•Write an insecurity or obstacle you wish to overcome on the balloon. Crush it with your own weight/force instead of using a pointy object.

Alec ran his fingers over the cold metal of one of Magnus’ rings. He wasn’t sure when he developed the habit, but every time he cleaned the house, he ended up getting distracted by the heavy wooden jewelry box in their bedroom, playing with Magnus’ jewelry. It was usually the same pieces every time. He knew what drew him to them. They were heavy, textured, and big enough on his fingers that he could twist them around.

He twisted the ring around on his finger. He was so distracted by the feeling of running his fingers over the ring, feeling the coolness of the metal against his warm skin, that he didn’t notice the door opening, or Magnus entering the room.

“Good choice, that’s my favorite one.” Alec jumped, knocking the jewelry onto the floor with a loud clatter. He looked up to see Magnus laughing and bending over to pick up the scattered jewelry. As Magnus came closer, his eyes zeroed in on the rings on Alec’s fingers. He paused and smiled, putting everything away. He looked at Alec, who was frozen and terrified.

“Dear, are those my rings?” Alec stood there motionlessly. Not sure how to answer, he started twisting the rings around his fingers harder and Magnus noticed. He gently took Alec’s hands and squeezed them.

“Darling?” He asked, still waiting. He wasn’t sure why Alec was so nervous. It was just rings. He noticed a bulge under Alec’s sweater. It wasn’t just rings- it was a few necklaces too, apparently. Magnus smiled at Alec a bit, which seemed to encourage Alec to talk.

Alec was pretty sure he was frozen and his voice wasn’t working. He knew Magnus would wait until he could express himself with words again, and if he couldn’t, they’d find another way. Magnus didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that Alec was rooting through his stuff. Magnus was looking at him again and Alec vaguely heard him ask if he needed to get the pen and paper for him.

Of course Magnus wouldn’t be mad. Of course he’d be way too caring and understanding. Alec didn’t deserve him. Alec shook his head and sighed, turning the rings over. His voice seemed to be working again.

“I, um… I was just cleaning and I tried on the rings. I-I’m sorry, I’ll take them off.” Magnus smiled at him and ran his hands over the rings on Alec’s fingers.

“It’s okay, love. It’s fine. Is this the first time you’ve done this?” Alec bit his lip. It wasn’t. Magnus noticed his guilty expression and smiled knowingly.

“I take it that it isn’t?” Alec looked away, feeling ashamed for some reason.

“Um, technically, I’ve been trying on your jewelry for about three months now.” Magnus laughed and wondered how he had never noticed this. He waited for Alec to finish.

“I, um… One day, a few months ago, I was cleaning in here and your jewelry spilled so I was picking it up and I decided to try on one of your rings, and I liked it so much that I put on a few more. And then I tried on some necklaces and-” His words became faster and faster until they were cut off as Magnus pulled him close, kissing his cheek.

“You look fantastic, my dear. I don’t mind you playing with my jewelry. If you want to, you can keep some of them; I don’t really like how heavy they are.”

Magnus was aware that it was a sensory thing, because Alexander sometimes fixated on objects that had a certain weight or texture to them. He really didn’t mind. Besides, Alec looked so attractive in his jewelry.

Alec relaxed immediately, suddenly wondering why he had been so nervous. Magnus wasn’t the type to get mad about these things. Magnus smiled at him.

“You know necklaces typically go on the outside of your shirt, right?” Alec laughed, abruptly, and let Magnus pull the necklaces out from under his shirt. Alec had never worn jewelry where people could see it before, too afraid of being outed or judged for it. But why should he care? He was a proud, openly gay man, and hey, it looked good on him. Magnus grabbed the necklaces and tugged on them gently, causing Alec to stumble closer to him. Alec laughed as a chain slid down his neck and the necklace fell to the ground. Magnus was always gentle with him, but apparently not gentle enough. Alec smiled at him, looking down at the necklace on the floor.

“I think you broke that.” He said, laughing softly as Magnus ran his fingers through Alec’s hair.
“It’s okay, darling, I’ll get you more durable jewelry. Besides, I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn. I can fix it up however you want.” Alec laughed harder.

“Can you put it back together?” Magnus nodded, grinning at him.
“I will later. Right now, I just want to know more about this jewelry thing… Like, how do you feel about bangles?” Alec giggled.

“God, no.” He knew Magnus was teasing him, but that was okay because he knew Magnus would never judge him. And that meant everything to him.


Hunter x Hunter - Adultrio genderbend. (request by @momoi0324​)

Turns out they look like belong to Charlie’s Angels, Sin City or some kind of spy films.
Hisoka, the red hot spicy babe. Chrollo, the femme fatale [x]. Illumi, the badass dragon lady.

If u wonder why I made them kinda muscular, read my analysis down here.

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4,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Sam and the reader decide to carve pumpkins but it doesn’t turn out the way they planned.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Halloween Request: @winchesterprincessbride


Although it’s a corny holiday, Sam Winchester decides to partake in it because it’s your absolute favorite. And to win major brownie points, he made plans to carve a bunch of pumpkins with you. Knowing it will put you in the best of moods, he plans on using it to his full advantage.

Is that a little self serving? Yes. But Sam needs all of the help that he can get. Tonight’s activity will no longer just be a fun idea with his best friend, it will soon turn into something more. Or at least he hopes so.

Sam Winchester has always been head over heels in love with you and it’s been weighing heavily on him for years. Whether it be his lack of balls or some moron slobbering all over you, it was always the same result. He could never reveal his feelings to you.

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The Witch’s Ex

Zack had been one of the star football players in his high school. It was pretty obvious that he’d also be going to college on a full ride. And then he’d go play professionally. The only problem was the fame went to his head and then his girlfriend he was with found out he was cheating. She was pretty pissed, and a witch. To everyone else it probably happened in an instant. But to Zack he could feel his power draining away from him. His huge, well-defined muscles slowly disappearing before his eyes. Everything about his life was changing. Playing football was just a thought in his mind. He was short and scrawny. No way someone his size could get tackled. At least not with a few broken bones.

She did him a service and told him where his muscles had gone. Room 213. Zack sprinted there as fast as his little legs would take him. He was completely out of breath as he was banging on the door. Peter finally answered, completely in the buff. Zack stared directly into his pecs.

“What’s wrong…” Peter started rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Get some clothes on,” Zack yelled at him. Peter looked down at his body confused.

“Oh Fuck!” he covered his mouth at the ‘naughty word’. “I mean fuck.” He couldn’t seem to correct himself.

“Whatever. You have to go convince my ex that you want to switch back. Get some clothes on.” Zack was going through his closest trying to find something that might fit his extra-large body.

Peter wasn’t paying attention though. He was too busy picking things up and putting them back down; testing the weight of various objects that should have been heavy to him. Then he picked up a towel and examined it. “I used to think this was big… Everything just feels so small now,” Peter said. Then he glanced down at himself. “Well not everything…”

Zack rolled his eyes. He was still pissed at the whole situation. But he wasn’t allowed to complain. That’s what the stupid witch said. Apparently when you cheat on a witch she has ways of getting back at you. “Don’t get used to it,” his voice was still cold.

“What do you mean?” he asked. It was such a weird situation. Zack had made fun of little Peter since high school. But now Peter was like twice Zack’s size. His ex must have felt sorry for Peter. Or it’s just to make Zack feel that much worse. Either way now Peter was an absolute hunk while Zack barely came up to his shoulders.

“You have to tell her that you don’t want to be that big. Then she might change me back,” Zack was more pissed that this guy didn’t have a single shirt larger than a small. There was no way he could leave like that. It’d barely even go below his barrel chest.

“What if I don’t want to change?”

“What.” Zack dropped everything and stomped over to Peter. He stared up at the huge guy in front of him. His tiny finger poked the massive man in the chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you want. You will tell her that you want to be the little faggot I know you are.”

“And if I don’t want to,” his voice turned cold as he dropped his towel. “Maybe I don’t want to be a little faggot.” Peter poked back at Zack. He almost lost his balance. “You always picked on me now I’m the bigger guy. You can’t force me to do what you want anymore.” Zack stood motionless for a second realizing that he didn’t have the weight to push someone else around.

“I’m sorry! Okay! Is that what you want to hear?” he was visibly nervous as the giant in front of him was starting to threaten him. “It’s just I can’t be like this. It’s not fair!”

“Not fair?” Peter laughed. “You think you treated me fairly?” He moved in even closer to his former bully. “I’m going to keep this. It’s mine now.” He flexed his body feeling the power through his defined muscles. There was a smirk on his face as different parts of his body bulged out. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed…”

“Noticed?” Zack squeaked.

Peter chuckled. “You mean you haven’t noticed?” He moved in even closer. “Think about it.” Zack looked up and down Peter’s body wondering just what it could be that he was supposed to notice. The large muscular body in front of him was huge. Now, Peter had these oversized strong muscles that could lift just about anything. The shaved skin looked so soft to the touch. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab onto those powerful arms, rub his face into those large deep pecs, and feel himself wrapped tightly as the little spoon while they slept.

Zack jumped back. “Sh-shiit…” he stuttered as his back hit the wall.

“So you did notice,” Peter smirked. “Don’t you just want to feel these?” He started rubbing his hand over his bicep. Flexing it, as he moved his hand over different parts. “I mean it’s right here. It’s not like I don’t know what you want to see,” his hands moved to his chest and abs. Slowing moving over the firm muscles. “Just come and feel it. I won’t mind.”

“Nu-Na-Nooo…” his voice couldn’t sound confident anymore. Blood was flowing from his brain to the rest of his body. “I- I—You—Yeah you’ve got… You’ve got to go tell Katie…” he licked his lips. “that…”

“That…” Peter’s smile grew even wider. He was mocking Zack. His massive body was slowly moving in on the former football star. “What should I go tell Katie?” He was almost on top of Zack. Staring at him with so much glee in his eyes. His voice went soft, “What should I tell Katie?”

Zack moaned. His body was refusing to listen. He knew he shouldn’t be here. But he wanted it so much. His hands were starting to move on their own. His voice shook as he was still trying to fight it. “That… You should tell her… Oh fuck…” he moaned louder as his hand caressed Peter’s hard nipple. His other hand was desperately trying to find something to grab onto.

Peter smiled as the other man was slowly losing himself. His logical side slowly changing its focus to the muscle bound hunk. Zack leaned his face against his heavy chest breathing in the masculine scent. Peter lowered himself to the other man. He spun the small weak body around. Zack let go of his shorts and they dropped to the floor. His scrawny body braced against the wall in front of him. Then Peter whispered in his ear, “How about I tell you something?”

“Wha-what did you want to tell me?” he sounded so innocent when he asked the question. The anticipation of Peter’s dick rubbing him was trying to send him over. Never would he have thought that he would want a dick up his ass so badly. He bit his lip trying not to come. He wanted to savor the feeling as Peter rubbed the pre against his tight hole.

“I’m the one who told Katie about your other girlfriend,” Peter whispered as he shoved his dick into Zack.