action freeze

In the end of The Final Problem, John and Sherlock are stopped in a stereotypical-action-movie-freeze-frame of them dashing down a flight of stairs, but they never make it down the last step. TJLC took this as a metaphor for how they literally have not taken the last step in their relationship. People said we were reaching too far, but a few weeks ago, Mark Gatiss (Mycroft, co-writer of the show), actually confirmed this. He said that the last step did mean something, like their story hadn’t finished - they need to make it down the last step. 

I feel it’s not only Garnet, but also Pearl who regularly mediates to centre herself.

When Garnet and Steven arrive at the very beginning of Adventures in Light Distortion, Pearl is on the ground looking despondent.

It is only a short while after they arrive that she make a face as if surprised, which means she wasn’t already aware of their presence earlier.

And then she stands up and says, “Oh, you’re back!”

That she and Amethyst had relieved and almost glad reactions to their return shows what I feel implicitly goes on between the gems. I’m willing to bet Garnet told her and Amethyst nothing about where she was going, why she was afraid, and what she was going to do. All they likely knew was that she was going to find Steven.

And it speaks of Garnet’s action-orientedness in times of conflict, but how it can also cause the people around her to worry without her meaning to cause them stress. Pearl mediates too, as much as it would seem like she just lets her feelings explode around her.

Dancing On My Own: Part 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

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Word Count: 1241

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delay! I’m still fighting crazy fatigue lately and it’s been impacting my productivity. Thanks for be patient! I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

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Bucky sat on your bed beside you as you both watched the movie. He mulled over the moment that the two of you had had. He could tell – you felt it too, but he found the timing to be inappropriate – if there was ever an appropriate time to be in love with your best friend’s girl. He loved you too much to take advantage of your feelings during a moment of weakness. He sighed to himself as you snuggled your head into his chest. You had fallen asleep by the time Harry had gotten to Hogwarts, but Bucky was afraid of waking you.

“Y/N?” he whispered softly, but the only reply he received was the sound of your soft breathing as you slept. “I’m glad I’m here too,” he continued before planting a light kiss on the top of your head.

To his surprise you smiled at the gesture and mumbled, “I love you,” before resuming your soft breathing.

Bucky knew you were asleep. He was certain of it because he knew you would never say those words to him – at least not in the way they had slipped off your tired tongue. He sighed deeply as he stared at the ceiling. Even now – just hearing the words – caused his heart to race and his palms to sweat.

You woke with a start. You couldn’t remember what you had been dreaming about but you focused your mind on steadying your breathing as your heart continued to race. You reached out blindly into the dark – looking for Bucky – but came up short. As your fingers met the empty blanket you sighed with disappointment. Bucky’s presence had been comforting since you had received the terrible phone call, and you found peace in his nearness. As you peaked through your lashes you saw is disheveled form crumpled on the couch. His mouth was slightly parted and his hair was in all levels of disarray as his chest rose and fell to the tempo of his breathing. Once again you found yourself unable to tear your eyes from him. You had never been like this before, and you weren’t really sure why you had so much of a pull towards your friend now. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened… Maybe it was because Bucky was the one person you could always rely on. You bit your lip at this thought. It wasn’t true of course. You had Steve, your fiancé. Steve would do anything for you, and at that thought you felt a wave of guilt again.

You pushed off the bed with a huff – wrapping one of your afghans around your shoulders as you quietly left the room. You needed some time to process – alone. The house was full of the sounds of its sleeping occupants as you strolled quietly down the hallway and down the stairs to the front door.  The Kansas air was heavy with moisture – beckoning an early Summer day – as you walked amidst the twilight. You wanted to reason out the things that had happened in the last 48 hours, but you simply couldn’t. Instead you found yourself longing to speak with your mother. You walked aimlessly through the early morning haze as you continued to think until you stopped suddenly. You had somehow managed to find your way to the tree house that you and your siblings had once spent countless hours in. Of course your dad had replaced bits and pieces of it throughout the years to accommodate your nieces and nephews, but it was still more or less how you remembered it. It was the perfect place to think.

You climbed up the tree and, with a sigh of relief, found the inside of the tree house to be adorned with various blankets and pillows. Now that you were away from everyone you felt quite tired again. Maybe it was the walking, and the internal debates, but as you laid your head down on one of the piles of pillows you certainly thought there was more to it than that. With your mother gone you weren’t sure how you could navigate your way through life. Even after moving to New York you had found solace in the times you spoke with her. She had always been honest with you, and you longed for that honesty now. Too many things had happened too soon, and the thought of trying to process them made you choke for air. As you closed your eyes a part of you wished Steve could be with you, but for some reason that thought made you feel even worse.

Bucky stretched stiffly on the couch as he strained to open his eyes. Sleeping here had not been ideal – but it had been the respectful thing to do. He didn’t want to take up any space in the house as it was now teeming with your relatives. He sat up– rumpling hair hair with his hands. As he looked towards your bed his heart skipped a beat. You were gone. He wasn’t sure why he felt so worried suddenly, but he knew he needed to find you. He pushed off the couch and made his way through the house. When he noticed that you were no where to be found in the he made his way outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance with the threat of an early morning storm as he followed the small tell-tale signs of your presence. And that’s how he found you some time later as you slept in the mass of pillows and blankets in your childhood tree house.

As he gingerly climbed up the wooden planks Bucky laughed. He had never had something like this as a kid – just alleyways and rusty stairwells. He could almost see the younger you whisking yourself up into it – away from your imaginary foes – like a well guarded princess. As you came into Bucky’s view he stopped. He wasn’t sure what it was about the sight of you sleeping in the fortress of your childhood that he found so heartbreakingly beautiful – maybe it was the way the early morning sun cascaded over your face, or the peacefulness that you radiated as you slept. He made his way beside you – careful to not disturb your rest and laid on the other side of your pile of pillows.

As he watched you he couldn’t help but reach out to brush the hair from your face – eliciting a smile from you. Before Bucky could even react you laced your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his. The action caused Bucky to freeze – he wasn’t sure how to react or what to do.  The feeling of your lips moving against his was intoxicating. Excitement ran wildly through Bucky’s body as you continued the action. He felt as if he had grabbed ahold of a live wire and was simply unable to break contact. As you deepened the kiss his body relaxed. In the back of his mind he knew he should stop, but as he wrapped his arms around you he reasoned with himself that you wouldn’t be kissing him if you didn’t want to. He longed for the moment to stretch into eternity as he entwined his fingers gently into your hair. This is what he had been dreaming of for years, and it was finally happening, consequences be damned.

And Everything was fine – until you opened your eyes.

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pairing: kim taehyung x oc 
genre/warnings: soon to be smut, angst, drama,   
• words: 2,652
summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130 mood:trbl. 

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Hello everyone! I’m moving soon and so I’m sorting through my stuff, and I came across these pages from a Play Magazine cover story about Okami from March 2006. Thought I’d scan them in for y’all bc it’s really interesting to see what the opinions were from nearly 11 years ago.

The article and interview transcriptions are below the cut, just in case you can’t see the pictures properly. Note: I have transcribed most of the article as it appears in the magazine. The exceptions are that I broke up an exceedingly long paragraph in the main article and inserted like two brief notes on English translations.

Okami: Capcom’s wolf in celestial clothing is a breed apart

By Dave Halverson (Cover story, Play Magazine, March 2006)

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How can these starkly contrasting performances all be “essentially” noir? Like jazz, film noir could be hot or cool, and often it managed to be both at once. The complex formula evolved over time. In the forties, the hard-boiled style valorized masculine reserve—Bogart’s dry, parrying skepticism; the haunted stoicism of Dana Andrews; the nonchalant underplaying of rough-hewn men like Mitchum and Sterling Hayden, who suspected acting was phony and effeminate. These defenses walled off psychological horrors that erupted in surreal nightmares or surging melodramas. In the later fifties, darkly romantic dreamscapes gave way to fractured portraits of a dehumanized, explosively violent world (Touch of Evil, Blast of Silence). Instead of a lacquered surface that hides corrosive anxiety or aching loss, there is a frenetic burlesque of action concealing a freeze-dried hollowness.

Dark Passages: Tough and Not-So-Tough Guys


“Countless times I have stopped time and told you this in times you don’t remember, I love you. I felt that if I told you this while time was running, then everything will eventually run out and fade away. That’s why I only said it while I stopped time.

I love you.”

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An itemized list of things I love about “Wait For It”
  • Or, more accurately, the song where Lin completely changed everyone’s minds about Aaron Burr in three short minutes.
  • In the same way that “My Shot” is a perfect exposition of Ham’s character, “Wait For It” is a perfect exposition of Burr. And the two songs are polar opposites in every way. Ham starts “My Shot” with his foot on the gas and pushes down harder, rapping at a hundred words a minute. Burr starts “Wait For It” soberly, accompanied by a simple piano, and he gives a hushed delivery.  Ham starts “My Shot” talking about himself and his strengths and his ambitions, because he’s starting from the bottom and there’s nothing to hold him back. Burr starts “Wait For It” by talking about his secret affair, and his parents’ legacy, and all the external factors that cause him to slow down and take stock.
  • This song, by the way, is one of the ensemble’s greatest contributions to the album. In the first half of the song, they repeat a few words very quietly behind Burr (“preacher, preacher, preacher”; “teach ya, teach ya, teach ya”, etc). The quiet repetition of the final words of each line makes the song feel like an echo chamber. It’s like you’re inside Burr’s head. Which you kind of are, I guess.
  • “Love doesn’t discriminate / between the sinners and the saints / it takes and it takes and it takes / and we keep loving anyway / we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes.”
  • And then, goddamn, the song hits 1:30, and Burr finally howls, and it gives me life.
  • It works because Burr’s hesitation is more immediately relatable that Ham’s ambition. I can’t speak for y’all, but “I’m not falling behind or running late. I’m not standing still, I am lying in wait” speaks to me much more personally than “I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot.”
  • But then! As soon Burr explodes, he reins it all back in again. The instrumentation dies down, the ensemble goes quiet, and we’re left with Burr and a piano, and “Hamilton doesn’t hesitate, he exhibits no restraint …”
  • “Then goddamn it I’m willing to wait for it …”
  • The way the song just explodes at 2:40 has got to be one of the most beautiful, life-affirming musical moments ever committed to record.
  • But again! Just as Burr has let loose, he freezes the action and the song finishes off quietly. And it is so important that the song finishes off quietly. If Hamilton was singing it, this song would build, explode, block out the sun momentarily, trigger Armageddon, and then it would end. Think back to the way My Shot ends, with “RISE UP!” and “WOAH, WOAH WOAAAAH!”s and “TIME TO TAKE A SHOT”, and twenty different others layers falling over each other, scrambling to be heard. But Burr’s singing. So it goes out with a whisper.
  • So, tl;dr, you know how in Kingsman, Harry Hart says that a story is only as good as its villain? One of the reasons why Hamilton is a masterpiece is because Burr is characterized so well. 
  • And it’s all done in the space of this one haunting, achingly beautiful song.

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Thicket’s Magical Masterpost

This is an interesting post for me to make because I do not regularly practice bindings. I have done them, but on rare occasions. There is a lot about bindings I want to talk about: binding relationships, binding enemies, and binding yourself. This is a scary post for me to write because bindings can be extremely powerful and extremely serious magic and I want to spend a lot of time talking about the dangers and the ramifications of bindings. Please do not take this post too lightly!

Bindings are dangerous because they stop the natural flow of energies. Nature has this down. Nature knows when it is time for energies to expand, contract, whither, grow, die, or spark in to new life. When you start fiddling with nature, shit can get messed up, fast.

Imagine a healthy relationship between two people. The astral cord that binds them together is natural! When they need space apart, the cord naturally grows longer and processes fewer energies. When they are close together, the cord draws them together and lets more energies through. When one person grows, the cord can naturally evolve to adapt and change to the new situation. And, when it is time for the relationship to die, it will wither and drop off in a healthy way that is natural for the mourning process of humans.

So one of these people is a witch! And the relationship is very close, and the cord is small and wide and letting through tons of energy. And this person says, hey, our relationship is going so swimmingly that I’d like to bind it so we can stay this way forever. So a binding is placed upon the relationship, turning it from malleable and natural to artificial steel. What happens?

Now the relationship can no longer naturally grow. When the two people naturally need healthy distance, the relationship has lost its ability to grow longer. The two people are kept close together and the flow of energy can never reduce when one person needs space. If one person naturally grows as a human, the binding can no longer evolve to accommodate that. Now the relationship is unnatural, brittle, and unable to change and grow. So when the relationship goes bad and one or both parties are ready to move on – they can’t. They are magically bound together. That relationship will never die no matter how badly both parties want to move on. The binding will keep you together, forever, no matter what. Stuck in an endless cycle of broken hearts and love that can never turn in to a true friendship. And when that binding eventually does break, it will happen with an explosion that permanently scars both of you.

Yeah, relationship bindings are a bad idea. I’ve only seen one person ever do it in a healthy manner, with his wife of many years, and he had a gentle and delicate touch. Otherwise, avoid it. I know you’re in love. I know that you want this person to stay in your life forever. Bindings are NOT the way to handle it. And I absolutely know what is going to happen: Someone will message me saying, “you don’t understand, I don’t care how damaged our relationship becomes, I need this person in my life forever regardless of how hard it becomes.” All I can say is, god bless Wisdom and best of luck to you.

I do not want people in my life if it is time for us to naturally separate. I do not know better than Nature. Neither do you. Leave relationship cords alone.

Binding enemies is different. You are not binding a relationship cord, you are binding a person themselves. Binding an enemy and binding yourself are very closely related. You can take a person and bind their thoughts, words, actions, and magical abilities. This is why binding and hexing are so closely intertwined: if you want to fuck someone up, what better way than to bind their magical abilities and their ability to realize what is going on? Bindings are no joke, they’re powerful shit.

If someone is coming after you, bind their ability to harm you. But think inception style. Is it better to take a nebulous statement like, “I bind your ability to harm me,” or is it better to go closer to the source and bind what causes them to harm you instead? My opinion is obvious, I’d rather go deeper and bind the source, not the symptoms. I will say this: healing your enemies can be powerful. I do not think we all need to do this, but if your enemy is lashing out because they are broken or damaged, you can majorly change the situation by performing a distance healing on them.

Anyway, back to bindings. You can bind any part of a person. You can bind their chakras, parts of their body, parts of their mind, or parts of their spirit. This does not all have to be malicious – can you imagine if you were able to bind intrusive thoughts from coming forward? A simple binding of an enemy is binding their ability to harm you and binding them from thinking of you in the first place.

Binding of an enemy can bring up ethical dilemmas. I know we’re all badasses, but how badly do you actually want to hurt a person in real life? I have some people in my life who truly deserve pain. I am sure you do, too. But it is my decision as a human being to limit the amount of damage I do to others. Before you start hexing, binding, doing whatever, sit yourself down and ask yourself truly how much darkness you want to spread around. Even if they deserve it.

And yeah, binding can be dark. It gets deep, it gets scary. That is my message for this post: binding is serious magic.

You can bind yourself. And that’s where I’m putting on the breaks. Don’t do it. A relationship binding, sure – best of luck, you idiot, if you want to bind your boyfriend to you. And no, I am not going to apologize for my choice of words. But binding yourself – nope. Don’t do it. It’s not best of luck, it’s not “good on you for trying out some magic even if it fucked you up.” DON’T BIND YOURSELF. I don’t give a fuck, don’t do it.

Let me explain why :)

Nature pretty much has your brain and body going good. Yeah we all have flaws, I’m sure nature would love it if I quit smoking and drinking sodas. I’m also bipolar. Can you fucking imagine the shit that would go down in my brain if I tried to bind my manic cycles from happening? I could end up in a mental hospital, or worse. Just the thought is creeping me out. I’ve fought possession by gods and demons, and I’d rather have another one of those assholes try to brainfuck me than bind my own mind.

To put it simply, you don’t know enough about your own mind to safely start fiddling around in there. Do healings, absolutely. Do magic to stabilize yourself, do magic to push things away or draw it in. Do not do a formal binding on yourself, ever. And if you’re at the level where you can see how it could work out in your favor, you are working at a higher level than this article is speaking about. I’m talking about you, young practitioner who has less than 5 years of hard experience under their belt. Don’t you fucking bind yourself.

I’m talking a lot about why bindings are a bad idea. So let’s talk about when they’re a good idea: when it’s time to get someone to change their shithead behavior towards you or others. But of course, more danger lies ahead.

Ever stuck a hyper dog in a cage? It’ll tear that cage up, and work itself up in to such a frenzy that it could actually hurt itself or you if it gets out. Bindings are the same way. Bind someone and they could flip the fuck out. Don’t tackle big cases if you are a newbie to magic. Don’t try to bind every abuser you meet, don’t try to bind someone when professional and legal help are needed. Go slowly, do what you can in the most careful way possible, and watch the effects of your binding carefully before taking other magical actions.

To bind someone from thinking of you, take a photo of them or draw a picture of them. Cut this photo or picture out so it’s just the little paper figure of a person. Take a large black or red ribbon. Glue one end of it to the heart chakra of the image. Take the thick ribbon and gently (not tightly) wrap it around the head of the person. Say,

You do not know me. You do not think of me. It is impossible for you to think of me.

Repeat this over and over until you have finished the length of ribbon you chose. Take a dab of glue and glue the end of the ribbon in place on the head of the person. Don’t use tons of glue, that’s way too symbolic. Just a little touch will do.

Keep this poppet in a safe place (even better, take the poppet and use it in a banishing spell to get them out of your life for good).

To bind someone from taking action, take a paper representation of them and pop it in the freezer. If that won’t work, weigh it down with heavy rocks. Say,

I freeze your actions. I freeze your ability to move. You cannot move, you cannot act when it comes to [this situation].


I weigh you down. I bind your ability to move. You cannot move, you cannot act when it comes to [this situation].

Keep the poppet in place until the situation is over with, then undo the binding.

When disposing of a poppet, put your right hand over it. Say, “I release this paper [clay/dough/wax/cloth] poppet from its magical duties. It no longer represents [person].” Throw it away in the trash.

Or, for a particularly nasty banishing, don’t undo the poppet and throw it away in your outside trash anyway.

Breaking bindings is easy. If you come across an unnatural binding and you feel it is your job to undo it, take a pair of good scissors and some string. Bless the string as what it represents – the binding of so and so to such and such. Then simply meditate until you are “there” magically, and snip the thread in half. It should feel like a powerful and significant moment. This can undo magical bindings, and it can also undo nature’s bindings (such as if you want to sneakily make two people break up).

This is a shorter post than I intended. I suppose this is all I feel comfortable sharing. If you have a binding problem, please get in touch with me:

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