a step to the sun

in his heart of hearts (epilogue)

Thank you so much to everyone who encouraged a part II- your words meant a lot to me. And a massive thanks to @missemarissa, for your invaluable insight and continuous support.

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“We’re back, bitches!”

Octavia is the first person to touch the ground, but Bellamy and Clarke are close behind. They spill out of the dropship like uncaged animals, cheering and screaming and taking in everything that is Earth.

Clarke takes slow, tentative steps forward, closing her eyes and tilting her head back towards the sun. She lifts her arms and twirls in a slow circle, basking in its warm rays. The light reflects off her hair and for a second Bellamy thinks he’s looking at an angel.

It’s all too much for him, really, so he just gathers her in his arms and kisses her hard. She tastes like joy, and joy tastes better on Earth. [AO3]

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okay so i know the idea that Green suggested the vacation is a popular one but consider this:

Red goes to Viridian and hands Green two plane tickets, a pair of sunglasses and a tourism brochure for Alola and just manages to get out through a small voice crack “You wanna go with me?”

Undeadpool

So, home-brewed science-fantasy system called inertia. We’re on a mission from death, who gave us presents before we went. Mine was, he made me undead. But I keep forgetting. We’re fighting an EXTREMELY powerful psionic guardian trying to rescue one of Death’s favourite two minions from a coffin chained to the roof. (Yeah, our DM has a hell of an imagination.)

DM: “So. As you’ve done the most damage to the chain Tonauac, the guardian places his hands together, and a tiny ball of light appears above him.”

Scientist: “I step away.”

Me: “Wwwwwhy?”

DM: “The heat and radiation of a miniature sun shines down on you. You take…” Rolls a LOT of dice. “125 damage.”

Me: “Aaaaaaaaand I’m dead. Welp. Tell my family I love them, make sure my AI goes for a good price and have it wipe my browser history before it goes…” As I’m handing over my character sheet. 

Captain/Necrolyte: “You’re a zombie, I can stick you back together, don’t be so dramatic.”

Me: “Wait, really?”

DM: “Yeah, she can regenerate you from a speck of blood.”

Me: “I’M DEADPOOL WITH A SNIPER RIFLE.”

DM: “Your rifle is melted.”

Me: “I’M DEADPOOL WITHOUT A SNIPER RIFLE.”

The First House 

Who Are You?

The first house or sign on the ascendant radiates potently across the zodiac spectrum. The star rising in the eastern horizon rises in the individual’s eyes, it’s the cosmic starburst we give others to taste. There is a spiritual emphasis with the first house. It symbolises the the soul’s dance as an ego, it’s ultimate expression. Self emanation, awareness, and identification becomes activated in the first house. It’s the light in the eye, and a deeply personal experience, diffused spontaneously and without hesitation. The twelfth house is where we hide, but we step into the sun of the first house and come to life. 

The first house qualities are like the hospital band you were given at birth. Astrologers consider the first house of significant importance, noting it’s angular house condition in our outlook and approach to life. Through the planetary interplays of the first house, we paint an “I”, and every dimension of life passes through this spectrum. Everybody has a sign on the first house cusp known as the ascending sign. Some people have a planet, or multiple planets in the first house, and these provide the colours that create the expression.

Originally posted by nothingbutassortedrandomthoughts


Sun in the 1st house / Leo ascending  royal and important, and the birth was deemed to be of significant importance because the individual knows he has a divine purpose on earth. there can be dominance, enthusiasm, joy, and creativity released here. 


Moon in the 1st house / Cancer ascending like the moon that shows her face and hides away, the individual is illuminated and yet withdrawn. there is a deep mystery here, and a tremendous maternal instinct. there may be difficulties with fluid retention


Mercury in the 1st house / Gemini ascending / Virgo ascending the bright light in the eye reveals a kindled and alert mind. a youthful expression emanates the curiosity, spirit, and flaws of the young. there is a nervous quality about the individual, and an unmissable intelligence 


Venus in the 1st house / Taurus ascending / Libra ascending beauty seems to diffuse from the individual naturally, like sequins across the sky. often there is a preoccupation with appearance and a feminine expression. strong likes and dislikes are indicated here, and there is a genial amiability that simply breathes warmth and harmony 


Mars in the 1st house / Aries ascending like a firecracker, the individual is impossible to miss. there is a vital, upfront, and spontaneous sunshine, and often a propensity to reveal things for how they see them. the individual is absolutely energizing 


Jupiter in the 1st house / Sagittarius ascending a bohemian, free spirited vibe evokes from the individual like incense. there is a well traveled mind that enjoys novelty and delving into the meaningful and symbolic dimensions of life. laughter seems to follow 


Saturn in the 1st house / Capricorn ascending the temperament can be melancholic on autopilot, however there is an incredible depth about the individual that is often too intense for the world. despite longing to connect, he may feel solitary and followed by shadows


Uranus in the 1st house / Aquarius rising the mind is a live wire here and the brightly lit eyes glisten like crystals, covering an intellect that follows inquisitive and intuitive leaps into imagination paradise. there is an offbeat individualism 


Neptune in the 1st house / Pisces rising every face of the cosmos is revealed in the individual, there are watery eyes that hold centuries of wisdom, eyes that seem like they still asleep and dreaming. the chameleon aspect here is prominent, and the individual can disappear into faces and energies


Pluto in the 1st house / Scorpio rising powerful reverence and rays of unconscious secrets hover from the individual and leave thick, resonant energies long after his body vanishes. there is something intimidating and yet soothing about the individual, it seems however, impossible to decode

-Cherry

[art: Snow White by Whitney Pollett]

10

Haversack SS17 Lookbook

Apologies for the recent overload of Japanese brand’s lookbooks, but I must come to terms with my passion for the unique sensitivity, attention to detail and aesthetic they deliver in each of their garments. Simply put, for me, the vast majority of contemporary exciting projects in menswear, come from the land of the rising sun - it seems they are constantly one step ahead in what regards textile technology, fabrics and plays on shape and proportion.

Haversack’s upcoming SS17 collection is a perfect example: unexpected yet sophisticated layering, a return to wide-legged pants and an overall casual tailored feel that embodies everything I love, even if with an exaggerated accent.

They didn’t shed tears or scream at each other when it happened. They knew it was coming, sooner or later. They just continued to look at each other, memorizing the last moment where they’d be who they were together, happy memories burning fresh in their minds. And then one of them took a step back, and another, and the distance between them grew like the sun and the moon. Their hearts mourned each other.

Gaea: I can summon the giants and take this world by force.

Percy: Well, yeah, you could. Yeah, you could do that, of course you could. But why? Look at these people: these human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet, and blinking step into the sun. There is more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than - no, hold on… Sorry, that’s the ‘Lion King’. But the point still stands.

things my mother taught me:
my skin is winterkin and my blood is thick with hard-earned brilliance; my bones are diamonds trapped in human form and my heritage whispers to me every night when the sky turns graphite gray.
the things she failed to tell me:
your throat will clog with your own darkness and you will choke on your own power and you will die at the hand of a sunlit goddess the shape of your heart. she carries your death tucked beneath her blouse and that will be the only time you will allow someone to hold your life in their hands. and you will give it to her willingly just like everything else; just like the moon eventually steps aside to let the sun shine. her light will stay with you until the very end and you will thank her with blood-stained lips for she will teach you the meaning of true love, how it claws and rips at you like a hawk digging into the soft flesh of your galloping heart. love, my mother failed to tell me, is warm fingers and liquid sunlight; it’s stubborn fists and naked cheeks and hair the color of snow and tears.

too bad, i think, that it’s just one dying breath in the space of eternity.

—  stay in the shadows where it’s safe / aleksander