a sacrifice is always demanded

° ✧ REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA PROMPTS.

❛ But what I’m doing now is taking back who I used to be! ❜
❛ I came to save you. I came here to meet you. ❜
❛ I must do whatever the winner of the duels tells me to do. ❜
❛ If it’s for someone you love…how you feel about others doesn’t matter. ❜
❛ You keep lying to yourself for as long as it takes. ❜
❛ I feel it’s hard for me to deal with a place where there are so many people.  ❜
❛ People find it hard to doubt those they’ve fallen in love with. ❜
❛ They can’t even imagine they’re being deceived and used. ❜
❛ I am a doll with no heart… ❜
❛ I thought that no matter what befell my body, my heart wouldn’t feel the pain. ❜
❛ I don’t want to look at the real stars. ❜
❛ You really don’t know what’s happened, do you? ❜
❛ By all means, stay in this cozy little coffin. ❜
❛ No matter where you are, I’ll find you for sure.  ❜
❛ I used to think that sincerity was valuable… ❜
❛ The star that was originally an angel, but chose to become the Devil. ❜ 
❛ If you won’t defend your precious things, people will take them from you. ❜
❛ Believe in miracles, and they will know your feelings. ❜
❛ I loved the look in your eyes when I hurt you. ❜
❛ I suppose you have no choice but to revolutionize the world. ❜
❛ It’s that memory that’s been supporting you up until now. ❜
❛ You stand here before me because of the illusion you’ve created! ❜
❛ At that time, at that place, who was actually there and who was not? ❜  
❛ Eternity means lasting forever, right? ❜
❛ I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long. ❜
❛ Eternity doesn’t exist in this world, does it? ❜
❛ It’s just that one could think that a heart that longs for eternity is beautiful. ❜
❛ Do you suppose happiness is something close to us, after all? ❜
❛ What a coincidence. That tea is poisoned too. ❜
❛ I’ve betrayed you all along. ❜  
❛ For a moment…you looked it. ❜
❛ That may be, but we, we are leaving on our own free will. ❜
❛ It’s a big mistake thinking you’re the only one who can turn into a car! ❜
❛ But that’s the sort of person who receives miracles. ❜
❛ Perhaps geniuses are incapable of human emotion. ❜
❛ But was that really such a good idea? ❜
❛ Am I wrong? In the end, you and I are the same. ❜
❛ That’s what allows you to enter the dueling arena!  ❜
❛ Only those with beautiful memories are allowed to wish. ❜
❛ That sort of sacrifice is what is always demanded. ❜
❛ I always thought you were stronger than anyone… ❜
❛ I’m the one who’s always been there in her heart! ❜
❛ Yet I have no problem taking him from you. ❜
❛ You must hate me for what I’ve done. ❜
❛ I want everything to disappear! ❜
❛ It’s like something was stolen from you and made you a coward! ❜
❛ Without a care in the world, flaunting the power you all were born with! ❜
❛ I can’t just ignore everything that’s happened. ❜
❛ What I want is to surpass everything. ❜
❛ I want to become like him. I want power like his. ❜
❛ We should all just hurry up and forget all this. ❜
❛ That’s how the world works. ❜
❛ But sincerity by itself changes nothing. ❜
❛ I’ve taken enough risks to buy the power to change the world. ❜
❛ Dresses don’t go with swords. ❜
❛ Now it’s my turn to go. ❜
❛ This is…this is…I know this! ❜
❛ But…I’ve seen this before. ❜
❛ Why does she fight on? ❜
❛ Don’t you think this is strange? ❜
❛ Somehow, they all start to look the same, and that frightens me. ❜
❛ Girls are…in the end girls are all like Rose Brides. ❜
❛ So don’t be afraid of this world where we’ll meet… _________! ❜
❛ Open your heart and talk to people, and anybody would accept you, I’m sure. ❜
❛ I don’t want the power to revolutionize the world. ❜
❛ Even if I’m not worthy of you, please, be with me for at least this instant. ❜
❛ God made both men and women, because that is the most ideal combination. ❜
❛ I already took mine off. ❜
❛ Because I love him…because I love my brother! ❜
❛  I don’t know what it was, but if something was taken from you, then take it back! ❜
❛ I always thought you were stronger than anyone…and yet now you seem so weak. ❜
❛ I’m the one who’s always been there in her heart! I’ve beaten her in the end! ❜
❛ The way before you has been prepared. ❜
❛ Ancient creatures died and left naught but fossil fuels, like coal and petroleum. ❜
❛ Without that sacrifice, our present energy civilization would not exist.  ❜
❛ I know that you’re the same as myself.  ❜
Mount Holyoke Gothic

The prospies are coming. They are coming. They are

The Chihuly rotates 90 degrees every full moon. It writhers in the shadows and darkness of the Library. It demands blood sacrifices.

The bell is always late. Or is it? It tolls not to announce the passing of time on out mortal plan, but to announce to the darkness that it is not yet time. Not yet, but soon…

Jorge

There are old, nameless things in the bowels of the library, lurking through the stacks. Some say they were students once, before they walked up the wrong staircase in the library.

The soul of each firstyear is bound to that of a plant, so that whatever lives in the trees will accept them

The only ones able to complete the ritual to summon facman are those who have already done it

This year is Snowpocalypse, last year was Snowpocalypse, the year before that was Snowpocalypse. It will always be Snowpocalypse, but the world will never end. The old gods do not like the cold.

XF Fic: Fire Weather

Title: Fire Weather
Rating: G
Timeline: revival, ”Babylon” 10x05
Category: V, MSR
Summary:   She has plenty of time to think on her way out to the house.
Author’s Note: One day I will rewrite this whole unsatisfactory episode and it will be maybe 1/3 as good as what @aloysiavirgata is about to drop on you.  But I feel better now.

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right now the impression rogue one gave me is that it was a more “realistic story” if something like this is possible in a universe with space monks and laser swords. it’s clear intention is to show a different side of the rebellion, a more rough and tough side, cause of course it’s a war. don’t let the cool jedi characters or aliens or jokes fool you into thinking people aren’t out there literally giving their lives for a cause, for hope they won’t have to live in a fascist government, and their children too. rogue one is brutal, it doesn’t get any soft for your confort; the characters have their flaws and their stories - so different yet they converge into something good: the rogue one team. they’re there because that’s the only thing they have, because they want to help, because they want to have a second chance, because they believe in something with such faith that they’re willing to risk their lives for it. everytime they did a reference to something i jumped outta my seat of excitement, it felt so good to feel like i’m in the star wars universe again (not that TFA didnt do it, its cuz its been a long time) and i loved the characters and got attached to them and got so fucking sad everytime someone died. yet, i couldn’t help but to feel proud of  them. they helped save, everyone in their own way, millions and millions of lives. they’re the biggest mf heroes i’ve seen this year. rogue one is a reminder that war demands sacrifice, that isn’t something 100% always right, that we don’t need to go that far to see something like this - we live in a planet where there’s war in a lot of places. even tho i’m devastated they died, i feel warm inside somehow. anyways this movie got me fuckin emotional and i’m back in star wars hell

don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow // Snowbarry

Description // Caitlin is distant after Jay’s passing and disappearance into the final Breach. Barry, without a single idea left, is at odds trying to reach her.

AN // I’m going wild working on another multi-drabble piece for snowbarry, working with haelover to get it just right. But, I definitely needed this side distraction. This is definitely snowbarry, but a nod to my favourite part of their relationship, that is their friendship. If we have anything, regardless of a romantic story between them happening, they have one of the more special friendships on the show. 

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It’s known that she, of all people, is a sharer. In their circle, she expects him to be too. 

Sharp from her own lips, she always demands to know the depths of his sacrifices and reprimands when he fails to detail every scrape and ail that are prone to his body in their line of work. 

And then there’s her work. She is devoted to it, animated and all aglow when ideas need to be produced to give him that hero’s edge, something he’s indebted to for her work on the team. For her friendship.

Indebted to her. That’s what brings him and a cup of coffee to her side, a glaringly tiny token of kindness in the face of her less than sharpness of mind, less than animated demeanour, less than sharing tendencies. Of course, she’s allowed these grieving symptoms. 

How does it happen to the good ones, the kind ones that are so deserving of every bit of warmth in their life as they already give so willingly to others? 

Brilliant, beautiful, selfless, sad, unlucky, fraying at the seams Caitlin. 

She’s taken another blow to her hope, he realizes the morning after closing the final Breach, standing in line at Jitters grabbing his own coffee. So, he had forgotten his order altogether and replaced it with her favourite macchiato. 

His small gesture brings her out of a stupor all of a sudden, as if she is ashamed of showing a weakness. He, of course, wants to assure her, tell her never to be embarrassed around him. Then, she thanks him without looking up, and then bristles about the state of Cisco’s messy work station. 

She moves on. It’s at that particular moment that he realizes that they’ve moved on from talks in the particle accelerator and impromptu visits at Mercury labs. Some wounds, deep and tragically coincidental, especially those wounds that life can’t quite guarantee will happen once more, are often better left untouched until they heal on their own time. 

He still brings her coffee. He brings her lunch. He brings her lab equipment from across the building. He lingers longer than needed at the Labs at night to walk her to her car. 

Her ‘thank yous’ are almost inaudible if they are even uttered, her eyes always never meeting his. He contemplates feeling unwanted, hated even. Again, here is another reminder that he is a survivor, but not a saver of the lives that matter to her. 

Until, finally. He is struck by her eyes on him before another gesture goes unnoticed, fixed and determined. It makes him almost stumble on his words, ‘I just wanted–I wanted to see if you were okay.’ Surer, he has to let her know, ‘I see you, Cait. I see you hiding in your work, drifting during some of our missions when you think no one is looking, pushing Cisco away when I know he’s just as worried as I am. I just want you to know that I see you, and you need to know that I’d do anything for you to talk to me and–’ 

‘Barry,’ her hand reaches for him, a closeness that he hadn’t realized he was missing until she allowed it for the first time since Jay’s passing. ‘I see you. You wrote a cheesy chemistry joke in Sharpie on my coffee cup the other Monday. You reorganized my lab glassware three times last Thursday afternoon. You told me you forgot your house keys at the Labs, when I heard a distinct jingling on your way up the staircase. It’s been hard to talk about it all, but, for now, I’m okay with knowing you’re around, that I see you.’ 

‘Well, I–’

‘It’s hard, isn’t it?’ Her tears streak past her cheeks. ‘Never knowing when I should start over again. Or letting go.’

‘Cait, I’m so sorry.’

‘Barry,’ she is stern suddenly, her open hand up to warn him. ‘Stop apologizing.’ Flush against his front, her arms folding him in close, she admits, ‘For what it’s worth, I will never need you to apologize for what you do for me. For us, everyday.’

He exhales what he believes to be several weeks worth of pent up worry and grief for her, then cranes low as her head nuzzles and lowers over his chest, placing a small kiss at the hairline of her forehead. 

Pulled away, he knows that the minute tremble at the edges of her smile means that the well-set hurt is obviously there, possibly gashed open once again by his prying, and it will be raw, red and angry for quite a while. But then he feels her warm hands squeezing his, letting him linger, her intent gazing keeping his, and he wonders if she knows how much this is making up for missing their lost connection. It’s not a promise that she’s inviting him to stay and talk, to hash out her feelings, but he realizes it’s, ‘Okay.’ For now, and for however long brilliant, beautiful, sad, resilient, mending Caitlin will find her way back to them.

‘Okay.’