also it was snowing that day

swanscapitan  asked:

Favorite episode of each season?

 It always depends on what day you ask me.

Season 1 – Snow Falls. Honestly it’s the only one I remember, but I did really enjoy the meeting between Snow and Charming, definitely a stand out for me.

Season 2 – Tallahassee –  The truth is that I haven’t seen every episode of S2, however even if I have I suspect this would still be tops. Because… Beanstalk!  Talk about a swash-buckling, epic romantic adventure to set the tone for how Hook and Emma would relate to one another for the rest of their lives.  It’s also super fun to rewatch and talk to the characters, “Hey, now, that’s your future husband!” or  “Slow your role, sir, you’re talking to the future mother of your children.” Love it.

Season 3a – Dark Hollow. Honestly, it all comes down to one scene, “When I win your heart, Emma, and I will win it, it will not be because of any trickery, it will be because you want me.”  I seriously wanted to punch anyone in the throat who took issue with that line. He was NOT stealing her agency, he was giving her full agency by stating his feelings truthfully, being transparent about his intentions and telling her it was all going to be on her terms. Swoon. One of my favorite scenes ever.  

Season 3b – Snow Drifts. I talked about this episode recently, it might be one of the best this show ever produced.  It had humor, heart, romance, action, a clever plot and excellent pacing. Not to mention the incredible acting and technical work by everyone behind the scenes. It’s gorgeously shot, expertly scored, perfectly costumed and one of the best all-around hours of OUAT.

Season 4a – White Out. This one is a bit of a toss-up between it and The Apprentice.  However, White Out usually wins.  Of course, I love the end. The first hug, the first snuggle, the first real displays of affection in front of her family.  But I also love Warlord Bo Peep, Charming with the flowing hair, Regina being confirmed as the worst mother on the planet, Elsa and Emma meeting, and loads of Captain Charming working as a team.

Season 4b – Poor Unfortunate Soul.  It’s hard to get better than the “it’s you” scene. In fact, I have an entire tag on my blog devoted to “it’s you.”  One of my favorite declarations between them. And Jennifer Morrison! That single beautiful tear rolling down her cheek as Emma kisses Killian, this has to be one of the most emotional and expressive kisses that they share.  The episode also had lots of good stuff, Hook making amends with not only Ursula, but Ariel, and Emma standing up for her man with her parents.

Season 5a – Birth. Sometimes I lean towards Broken Kingdom, but for CS focus, angst, romance and heartfelt devotion, almost no episode of the series comes close to this level.   It’s a rollercoaster going from thrills when Arthur has them all cornered, to iconic moments such as lighting the eternal flame with their kiss to dark devotion when Hook jumps off the roof to get DarkSwan’s attention to sheer shock when we find out Hook is also the Dark One.  

Season 5b – Last Rites. At times I might be tempted to name The Brother Jones or Firebird, but I’m always swayed by the reunion scene. Plus, I love them separated by life/death, dimensions/realms and still managing to find a way to work as a team.

Season 6a – The Other Shoe. This is one of the easiest to pick. It’s one of the only episodes from 6a that is excellent from top to bottom and so much good CS to choose from. Captain Cobra Swan working a problem together, and Emma leaning on her boys and the moving in scenes is one of the most romantic of the season. I enjoyed the Cinderella bits as well.

Season 6b – The Song in Your Heart. I was super skeptical about a musical episode and used to cringe like crazy when fans would ask for one at cons, however, I believe that OUAT produced one of the best musical episodes of TV ever done.  The story flowed, there was a reason for the music, the songs were well done and relevant and of course the wedding. Emma Swan marrying her pirate prince in front of their friends and family in a dress fit for a princess, a fairy tale beginning if ever I saw one.

(Nice ask, Anon! Hmm, I’m thinking… Avila Beach, California! Not particularly tropical, but relatively small in population, perfect breeze in the summer… Also, I may or may not live nearby said beach, so I know all the super-secret in & outs of the beach. Maybe. You’ll never truly know :3 Feel free to look it up on google earth or whatever, follow along with the headcanons!)

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5/100 days of productivity
It’s been a while since I have any written notes. But I’m trying to keep things consistent now onwards. 😉 Some notes for what I want to do in future. That’s right = to become a VFX Artist.✨
Also the day was productive since it’s snowing outside 🌨️

+ Stationary Used +
~ Tombow brush pen
~ Muji 0.5mm black pen
~ zebra mildliners pastel colors
~ loose leaf A4 paper

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snow angels

stozier christmas anyone? (all i make is angst im sorry)

also sorry for any mistakes 


snow beat down softly against richie’s window. he had hung up christmas lights around his room, since his parents weren’t exactly festive.

his mom? drunk like usual. he didn’t know where his dad was, but if santa was real he’d wish for his moms whiskey bottle to turn into a gingerbread cookie and for his dad to be home. just so for one night, he could feel normal. christmas was never his day. it was supposed to be the best day of the year. but somehow, for the black haired boy it was the mere opposite.

while looking at his glowing reflection from the window he remembered he could call stan. christmas wasn’t a jewish thing, from what richie could remember.

he reached for the phone that sat upon his bedside table, and dialed in his numbers. clicking sounds bouncing off the thin walls as he did so.

“hey! this is stan-!”

“stan-”

“im not by the phone right now, leave your name and if you’re not richie ill get back to you.”

richie smiled and shook his head as he put the phone down. he forgot all about that dumb thing stan recorded. he got up to put an elvis record on the record player his history teacher gave him. he softly layed back down and shut his eyes, humming to ‘are you lonesome tonight?’

that is until a loud tap startled him from his window. richie looked out and saw stan, making another snowball to throw at his window.

with a huge grin he shoved on his boots, and neglected his coat or scarf and rushed down the stairs and bolted out the door.

“stan my man!” he grinned hugging him. “what brings you here? aren’t you freezing! you’re wearing friggin shorts man!” richie finished, his breath crisp and fog forming from his words.

he took in stans appearance, he was glowing and he looked beautiful as ever. his lips were warm, and his hair seemed to be bright in the cold winter night.

“what brings me here is, im a lonely jew boy on christmas, and you’re just flat out lonely.”

they both laughed, and richie, despite freezing felt his chest bloom with warmness.

“do you wanna come inside? we can watch shitty christmas movies and i can make-”

“i can’t” stan said, a sad look sat upon his face.

“why not? cmon you’re gonna be so lame, right now out of all times? is it because im too sexy and you don’t think you’d be able to sit through elf with a major boner?!” richie was laughing and stan smiled.

“beep beep, richie.” he sighed.

silence filled the air, and richie didn’t know what to do. until he did.

“cmon, this is gonna freeze the both of us. but it’ll look pretty.”

“wha-”

richie took stans hand and made them fall backwards into the snow.

“snow angels stanley!”

stan let out the cutest giggle richie’s ever heard, and that same warm feeling spread about him.

so, on the night of christmas two boys spent an hour giggling and talking about nothing and everything. finally, when richie was just about dying from hypothermia, he invited stan in again.

they were standing up, richie above stan from standing on the step to his door. he would usually curse their height differences, stan was like 4 inches taller than him.

“cmon stan!” he smiled.

stan gave him that same sad look, and placed his hand on his cheek. his hand was so warm compared to richie’s cool cheek.

“there’s so much i wish we could have done, richie.”

richie was confused. stan leaned in, and pressed their lips together. richie revealed in the kiss, he had never felt this at home in his whole 16 years of life. warmth spread about his whole entire body. all he could feel was stan, stan and that cozy warm feeling protecting them from the cold night.

“be good richie. ill always be here.”

a warm hand pressed to his heart, and any ounce of cold air left his body and was replaced with warmth. 

richie woke with a start, his heart pounding and sweating like crazy.

he looked at his bedside clock, it was the 26th. what a christmas huh? he laughed grimly to himself. 

he sat there humming the elvis song he played last night until his phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts, he scrabbled for his glasses and picked up the phone. 

bills voice piped up, and announced stans death. a car accident, coming home from the shop. the road was slippery and he lost control and died as soon as his car impacted a tree. he was pronounced dead at 11:59 pm. 

richies heart dropped to his stomach.

“r-richie, i know that this is h-horrible but we need to t-t-talk. all of us losers are go-”

richie hung up, the phone dropping to the ground. 

he didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. he went over to his record player and played that same song. 

“are you lonesome tonight?

do you miss me tonight? 

are you sorry we drifted apart?

does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day,

when i kissed you and called you sweetheart?”

richie sat down on his bed, now that it had set in, and started to cry. it wasn’t violent, it wasn’t loud and frantic. soft hiccups escaped from his throat, and tears streamed down his cheeks freeing the grief erupting in his chest. 

his hands shook and he placed one on the cold glass window of his bedroom and looked out. 

there in the snow, clear as day

was a snow angel

Why all of the Disney princesses are awesome

Snow White

- was a survivor of attempted murder, and was resilient to not let that horrid and traumatizing event bring her down or let it ruin her life

- was a victim of emotional abuse, and didn’t let the abuse get to her

- would save a baby bird from danger and make sure it found it’s parents

- knows how to hold a rocking party with friends

Cinderella

- survivor of emotional abuse from her stepmom and stepsisters for many years, and stayed kind towards others

- despite her family treating her so wrongly and poorly, she just wanted to spend a night with them and have fun with them, and just be like a normal family “ Prince Charming, who “ ?????

- she’s sassy as fuck “ Well I don’t want to interrupt their “music lesson “ during her stepsisters bad singing

- even though she had a short time to be at the ball, she was grateful for the opportunity anyways

Aurora

- Gives up her happiness, to perform her duty as a princess for her kingdom and her kingdom’s future and knows that she must do her job as a princess. That’s pretty brave and selfless.

- that gorgeous blonde curly hair !!!!

Ariel

- she’s the first Princess that goes forward to make her dreams come true, rather than just wishing, hoping and waiting.

- she’s adventurous, curious, loves to explore, learn about new things and new cultures and new world

- she’s the first Princess to save her love interest, but once, but twice

Belle

- different, odd and a misfit from the common crowd and gives no fucks

- “ Women shouldn’t read “ Well shut the fuck up, I’m going to do what I love and enjoy anyways.

- takes no bullshit. You are a asshole ? Got no time for that. She’s outtie.

- sees the good within people, but is also isn’t naive, she knows that some people are just plain monsters, through and through.

Jasmine

- will stand up for her rights, and won’t be pushed around

- is quick, sharp, intelligent and a fast learner

-wants to learn more about the outside world and her people

-if you try and lie to her or manipulate her or treat her like she’s a fool, she’s not having that shit

Pocahontas

-will fight for her people, her family, her world, her home, her culture

- she’s the first princess to save the day, not the guy, not a male sidekick, she’s the one the saves the day, while Snow had the Dwarfs, Cinderella had her mice friends, Aurora had Prince Phillip, Ariel had Eric, and Jasmine had Aladdin. ( Belle is debatable imo )

- loves the earth and nature and will protect it from harm

Mulan

- she saves China, I mean, come on

- she never gives up, no matter what. If she fails, she will just try even harder to succeed and will find a way on how can succeed.

- brave, determined, strong mentally and physically, a kind friend

-teaches girls that it’s okay if you haven’t found yourself yet- if you don’t give up, one day you will, and you will conquer

- pushes gender norms

- another female princess that saves the day, not her male love interest, or sidekicks, is also the first princess to defeat the villian in battle, like a previous male character like Phillip or Eric would

Tiana

- is hard-working, and never gives up on her dreams, and will work hard to get there

- teaches that dreams are done by sweating your butt off, giving up on fun sometimes, sometimes having to work more than one job, than just wishing and hoping, you have to take action, and make that dream happen

-ambitious and smart and realistic

- teaches that you shouldn’t take a short-cut, find a lazy option, cheat or gamble your way to success, the only to get there is through hard work and effort

- again,another badass princess that saves the day on her own

Rapunzel

- is kind to everybody

- is cheerful, positive, warm and supportive towards others, even people who seem “scary “, she knows inside, that we all have dreams

-is brave enough to step outside her  zone and new and strange places and territories

- anger her by harming one of her loved ones and she will fucking tear you apart

- a talented artist

Anna and Elsa

- teaches girls that family love is just as important than romance love, if not more so

- Anna goes through a abusive relationship and isn’t put off love forever, she learns her lesson, doesn’t let Hans bad treatment of her ruin her or let her become a toxic person, like he was, and moves on with a better man, and a healthier relationship

- Elsa goes through basically being locked up with lack of other human contact, fearing her powers and fearing what other people think of, to come out as better and stronger person

- Elsa teaches that sometimes its best not let what others think of you, and just say “ fuck it “ and just be yourself and be free

- Anna teaches the difference between a unhealthy relationship (whirlwind romance,quickly trusting people, getting into a deep relationship with somebody you don’t even know )  and healthy one ( somebody who gives you his jacket when you are cold, holds you close when you are scared, is worried about your well-being, getting to know somebody first before leaping in, somebody who asks for your consent before kissing you, will do anything to make sure you are safe and okay )

Moana

- will do anything for her island and people and make sure they’ll all okay

- her leadership skills are A++

- no “ you are forced to marry this boy so you can become his queen”, BS, Moana is the future leader

- is brave to fear the unknown waters, learn new skills, and battle monsters

- is understanding, and understands why somebody acts the way that they do

- is extremely independent


in short, they are all awesome, even the three originals.

🌊 Water Magick🌊

Here’s a list I’ve compiled for different types, places, and times to collect water and charged waters. I use these primarily for different energies to paint with but the information can be used in a variety of ways to fit your practice.

Types:
💧 Rain: cleansing, protection, energy (if collected during a sun shower it is also associated with balance and the first rain in the month of May (Aqua de Mayo is considered to bring good health, luck, and eliminate dark entities )
💧 Creek/Stream: purification, harmony
💧Dew: Health, eyesight, beauty
💧 Fog/Mist: Creativity, balance, partnerships
💧 Ice: Transformation, balance, creativity💧 Pond/Lake: peace, contentment, relaxation, self reflection
💧 River: moving forward, protection
💧Sea/Ocean: health, power, goal manifestation
💧 Snow: Transformation, balance
💧 Spring Water: growth, cleansing, protection, prosperity
💧 Swamp/Waste: Banishing, binding
💧 Waterfalls: power, energy, success
💧Well: healing, wishes, intuition

💧 Tears: healing, compassion, emotional upheaval, blessings, binding, fertility/pregnancy, self reflection

☔ Seasonal Rains☔
These are specific associations for rains collected on the day or night of a solstice or equinox which make them more rare.
💧 Spring: New Ventures
💧 Summer: Growth
💧 Autumn: Gratitude
💧 Winter: Blessing

🌙 Moon Water🌙
In general water charged under the moon is considered sacred to the goddess and is associated with feminine energies and intuition. Here are some associations with the specific phases:
🌑New/Dark: curses, banishing, divination🌘Waxing Crescent: attraction, wealth, success
🌗 First Quarter: creativity, motivation
🌖 Waxing Gibbous: good health, attraction
🌕 Full Moon: Healing, cleansing, clarity
🌔 Waning Gibbous: undoing, cleansing
🌓 Last Quarter: breaking bad habits, banishing
🌒 Waning Crescent: wisdom, illness, balance

📝 Note: you can also charge your water under full moons that correspond to your intentions. Examples- full flower moon for fertility, beauty, and feminine energy or full moon in Aquarius for the added associations.

🔆 Sun Water: (Water charged from dawn til dusk) positivity, energy, power, strength, masculine energy.
🌹 Rose Water: (Either rain, dew, or snow collected from roses or condensation collected from boiling roses) love, protection, commitment, beauty, compassion
💀 Gravestones: (water collected from grave sites) ease of loss, restfulness, burying or releasing feelings.
🏛 Monuments: (water collected at monument sites) remembrance, nostalgia, patriotism, loss
🌈 Rainbow: (Water collected during a sun shower while a rainbow is present) luck, wealth, happiness, fulfillment, positivity.

I hope this helps you guys! As always, listen to your intuition about the energy of a particular water you have collected and remember to charge it with your specific intent.

Light and Love friends!

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]


Part 7 - I’ve got you now

Simon

I wake up with Baz arm around me, and I don’t want to move. He’s still sleeping, I can hear his soft breathing, so I let myself stay like that for a while.

When he wakes up, he slowly disentangles himself from me “I’m going to hunt before we go back,” he tells me while he’s getting dressed.

I’m momentarily distracted looking at him getting dressed, that I only tell him, “okay,” right before he leaves.

I feel like I just missed my chance to talk to him about this, so I take a quick shower and decide to go after him. I can’t stand it anymore, not knowing how he really feels.

I start walking into the woods, making as much noise as I can, so that he’ll hear me.

After a few minutes he shows up. We stare a few seconds at each other, until he finally speaks. “Snow… what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“You could have waited-”

“No, I really couldn’t,” I interrupt him, and he’s looking at me in a strange way now.

I step closer to Baz, but I can’t look up while I say it. “I can’t keep doing this Baz, this fake relationship with you…”

“I see… ” That’s all he has to say? I look up at him and he’s looking hurt. So I just grab him by the neck and kiss him one last time. He’s not kissing me back, so I pull away to look at him.

“This is why I can’t keep pretending…” I close my eyes and let go of him. “It feels too good,  too real, when we’re together and it isn’t.“

Suddenly Baz is kissing me.

It’s so good.

It’s been so good every time.

And somehow we end up falling to the ground, and he’s not letting go of me. “Simon…” he tells me, between kisses. “This has been real for me too.”

I’ve got you, I think. I’ve finally got you.


(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)

Important Quotes from GRRM

“Some people I met thought we have to find the story’s through line. Who’s the important character? Somebody thought that Dany’s the important character – cut away everybody else, tell the story of Dany. Or Jon Snow. Those were the two most popular characters to build everything around, except you’re losing 90 percent of the story. “ - Rollingstone 2014

“[T]hey couldn’t get a handle on the size of the material, the very thing that I set out to do. I had all these meetings saying, “There’s too many characters, it’s too big — Jon Snow is the central character. We’ll eliminate all the other characters and we’ll make it about Jon Snow.” Or “Daenerys is the central character. We’ll eliminate everyone else and make the movie about Daenerys.” And I turned down all those deals.” -Time Magazine 2017

These two quotes are probably the most important quotes from George because he plainly states that the story is not just about Jon/Dæny. George narrows them down to being only 10% of the story. Are they important? Yes. But so are a host of other characters.


“So all that time I thought Gandalf was dead, and now he’s back and now he’s Gandalf the White. And, ehh, he’s more or less the same as always, except he’s more powerful. It always felt a little bit like a cheat to me. And as I got older and considered it more, it also seemed to me that death doesn’t make you more powerful. That’s, in some ways, me talking to Tolkien in the dialogue, saying, “Yeah, if someone comes back from being dead, especially if they suffer a violent, traumatic death, they’re not going to come back as nice as ever.“ That’s what I was trying to do, and am still trying to do, with the Lady Stoneheart character.” - Time Magazine, 2017

Death does not make you stronger or nicer. Applying this to Jon, he is not the same and never will be.


“At some points, when [Game of Thrones showrunners David Benioff and Dan Weiss] and I had discussions about what way we should go in, I would always favor sticking with the books, while they would favor making changes,” he said. “I think one of the biggest ones would probably be when they made the decision not to bring Catelyn Stark back as Lady Stoneheart. That was probably the first major diversion of the show from the books and, you know, I argued against that, and David and Dan made that decision.” - Time Magazine, 2017

Leaving Lady Stoneheart out was something George feels is a big mistake, we can assume that Lady Stoneheart is integral to the storyline in the unreleased books.


"It was the summer of 1991. I was still involved in Hollywood. My agent was trying to get me meetings to pitch my ideas, but I didn’t have anything to do in May and June. It had been years since I wrote a novel. I had an idea for a science-fiction novel called ”Avalon. I started work on it and it was going pretty good, when suddenly it just came to me, this scene, from what would ultimately be the first chapter of A Game of Thrones. It’s from Bran’s viewpoint; they see a man beheaded and they find some direwolf pups in the snow. It just came to me so strongly and vividly that I knew I had to write it. I sat down to write, and in, like, three days it just came right out of me, almost in the form you’ve read.”- Rollingstone, 2014

The Starks sparked the idea, and are at the very root of the story, but not the entire story. This also emphasizes that this book is not just about a bastard and dragon. +Bran is important, though the show fails to portray this.


“You have to remember that I started writing this story in 1991 and I first met David and Dan in 2007. I was living with these characters and this world for 16 years before we even started working on the show. They’re pretty fixed in my mind and I’m not going to change anything because of the show, or reaction to the show, or what fans think. I’m just still writing the story that I set out to write in the early 1990s.- Time Magazine, 2017

Self-explanatory.


I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they’re going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there’s going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up.”

The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it,“ he told the Guardian. "They kind of know what seed it is, they know if [they] planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows.-2011, The Guardian

“In the case of any of my novels, I know where I’m starting from, I know where I want to end up, more or less,” he said. “I know some of the big turning points along the way, the stuff I’m building for, but you discover an awful lot along the way. Characters rise up and seem more important, and you get to what you’d thought was going to be a big turning point and… the thing you’d thought about two years ago doesn’t really work as well, so you have a better idea! There’s always that process of discovery for me. I know not all writers work that way, but it’s always been the way I work.” -Time Magazine, 2017

Putting these quotes together because they’re implying similar things. 

George has a view of where he’s going but that doesn’t mean things can’t be reimagined. For an example, George’s original outline is almost completely different from the books we have now, but a few parts of the outline are still there, but taking shape in different characters.


I did consider in the very early stages not having the dragons in there. I wanted the Targaryen’s symbol to be the dragons, but I did play with the notion that maybe it was like a psionic power, that it was pyrokinesis — that they could conjure up flames with their minds. I went back and forth. My friend and fellow fantasy writer Phyllis Eisenstein actually was the one who convinced me to put the dragons in, and I dedicated the third book to her. And I think it was the right call.” -2017 Meduza


“In some senses, Theon is struggling all the way through to be a hero. They both come out of the same situation: they’re both raised in Winterfell by Eddard Stark, but they’re not part of the real, core family. Theon is a ward, and Jon Snow is a bastard son. So they’re both a little outside, but Jon handles this successfully, and Theon fails to handle this. He is poisoned by his own envy and his sense of not belonging.” -2017 Meduza

This quote brings the Season 7 scene with Jon and Theon to mind. Theon tells Jon that he always made the right decision, while Theon made the wrong decisions (choosing the Greyjoys over the Stark family that raised him). Jon will make the right decision.


“So many readers were reading the books with so much attention that they were throwing up some theories, and while some of those theories were amusing bulls— and creative, some of the theories are right. At least one or two readers had put together the extremely subtle and obscure clues that I’d planted in the books and came to the right solution." -The Telegraph, 2014

Extremely Subtle and obscure hints; George’s bittersweet ending will not be predictable. Only a few people have figured out the ending. If your predicted ending involves ultimate good (humans) vs ultimate evil (others), you already lost.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 1

Simon

I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake up.

 

Simon,

 

I don’t know exactly how to say this

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank page for ten minutes

Why did you have to be the Mage’s Heir?

I wish this didn’t have to be so hard to say

Crowley, this is ridiculous

We’ve lived together all this time and

Bet you thought I hated you

I don’t hate you

I can’t even explain what I

Why did we have to be enemies?

Fuck it.

 

I love you Simon Snow.

 

Baz

He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he storms towards me I see the letter in his hand. I brace myself.

Simon

“When did you even write this?” I begin.

           Baz looks taken aback.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

           “And why did you have to write it today?”

           “It’s April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”

           “That’s just it,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a prank?”

           “For exactly that reason.”

           “Well, what am I supposed to think?”

           He gives me a look.  “Think whatever you want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”

           I glare up at him a second longer.  His eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.

           His mouth is right there, and his lips look soft like his hair.

           I wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.

Baz

I wonder if he’ll reach up…

           Or if I’ll have to reach down…

           Or if I’m even brave enough…

Simon

I’m not brave enough.

           I step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or before one of us closes the distance.

           I wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck you”, but I don’t.

           So I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.

           I wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.

Baz

Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank, but when else am I supposed to tell him? When else would he take it with a grain of salt?

           Except he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.

           I hope it makes him hate me.  I hope he burns it in front of me.  I hope he makes me burn it with my own fire.

           I wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.

           Because the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.

Simon

I could have kissed him.

           I wanted to kiss him.

           Why?

           I’m outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.

           “Hello?”

           “Penny?”

           “Hey Simon, what’s up?”

           I squeeze my eyes shut.  “You’ve got to help me.”

           “Why, what’s wrong?”

           “I…”

           “What?”

           “I almost kissed Baz.”

Penelope

I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.

           “What’s wrong with me, Penny?”

           I shoot him a look.  “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him, “you’re just scared.”

           “Baz hates me.”

           I don’t answer.

           “And I hate him, right?”

           “If you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”

           “But I must,” he insists, “I always have.”

           “Things change.”

           “Not this.”

           “Where is this even coming from?” I ask.  He hands me a folded slip of paper.  A letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.  

           “It was on my bed this morning.”

           “You do realize this is probably a prank, right?”

           “But that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”

           “Simon,” I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”

           “But why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”

           “Oh, I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”

           He doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.

           “Quick question.”

           “What?”

           “Who almost kissed whom?”

           He shakes his head.  “I’m not really sure anymore.”

           “Did you want to kiss him?”

           It’s a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods.  “Why would I want that, Penny?”

           I put a hand on his knee.  “Oh, Si,” I murmur sympathetically, “you know why.”

Baz

I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.

Baz,

 

I love you too.

 

Simon

Of course I do.  How could I have doubted for a second that I did?

Baz

I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood.  I climb to the top of the highest tree I can find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.

           I don’t know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own fault.  I did it to him, so he did it to me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.

           Yet neither of us have actually said April Fool’s.

           I wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s dark already.  Simon doesn’t appear to have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I found his note.

           As I stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air lazily.

           I venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is.  A dragon’s tail.

           Part of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.

           “What in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”

           “Turns out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me.  I should go back inside (I don’t have anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.

           “What are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.

           I shake myself out of my trance.  “Nothing,” I say, ducking to retreat back in.

           “You should come up.”

           “What?”

           “Up here, it’s a great view.”

           “I can see just fine from here, Snow.”

           “Yeah, but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

           “You can come down if you want to talk to me.”

           “Where’s the fun in that?”  He shoots me a shy smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed. “Seriously, just get out here.”

           I peer over the windowsill to the moat.  “I’ll fall.”

           “No you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”

           “And I fell.”

           “I’d catch you.”

           He won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.

           I look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might have done yesterday.

           One almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.

           Well, two almost-kisses.

           I settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the angled roof.  It’s really not the most comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here I can see what he was talking about.  The Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into the distance.  “Not a bad view,” I concede.

           “Told you.”

           “It would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”

           “You won’t.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why?”

           “You just won’t.”

           I should, just to prove him wrong. Yesterday I might have.

           “Baz?”

           “Yes?”

           “Why haven’t we teamed up before?”

           I give a dark laugh.  “It might have something to do with being mortal enemies.”

           “Is that what we are?”

           “Well, it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”

           “So why haven’t you?”

           “Are you getting impatient, Snow?”

           “You’ve had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve ended up saving me.”

           “I’ll make a note to stop doing that.”

           “Please don’t.”

           “I doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.

           He looks genuinely curious.  “Why not?”

           “I think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”

           “I trust you.”

           I raise an incredulous eyebrow at him.  “I sold you out to a goblin yesterday, and now you trust me?”

           “It seems that way.”

           “Maybe that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible decision-making skills.”

           Simon just laughs.  “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides, look how it turned out.”

           My mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly grateful for the darkness hiding my blush. “What do you mean?”

           “You killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”

           I shrug.  “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t exactly difficult.”

           “Exactly. Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long gone by now.”

           “How boring our lives would be.”

           “We wouldn’t have to be enemies.”

           I look down at my legs.  “We’d still have to be enemies.”

           “We could be unlikely friends.”

           “No we couldn’t.”

           He glances at me carefully.  “Maybe not,” he agrees after a pause.

           Maybe he could be alright with friends, but I don’t know if I ever could.

           Fuck the Families.  Fuck the Mage.  Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts we have to play.  Fuck it all.  I just want you, Simon Snow.

           “Baz?”

           “Hm?”

           “Why did you have to write that letter today?”

           I don’t know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both.  “I’ve already told you why.”

           “Why couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”

           I cast him a sideways glance.  “You know that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to lie to you, right?  Saying it any other day wouldn’t make it true.”

           “If it were true,” he says slowly, “today would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously, right?”

           I shrug carefully.  “I suppose.”

           “Baz?”

           “What?”

           He looks me right in the eye.  “Did you mean it?”

           I hold his gaze.  “Why are you expecting the truth?”

           “Because I trust you.”

           “That’s right, I’d forgotten.”

           He waits expectantly.

           “It doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.”  It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.

           “Baz?”

           I don’t answer, just meet his eyes.

           “Did you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your letter would mean something to me?”

           I don’t speak, I can’t.

           “Or that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”

           I gulp.  “The thought crossed my mind, but it was too ridiculous to entertain.”

           He shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle between us.  “It’s not that ridiculous.”

           “What are you saying?”

           Simon’s eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him.  “I think…”

           I can’t breathe as I wait for him to finish.

Simon

I don’t know if I can say it.  Writing it down is one thing, but saying it face-to-face, and this close…

           Baz’s eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.

 

Baz

“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject.  (And then kiss his cheek.)  (And then kiss his mouth.)

           “Because I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”

           “Because you were scared, and… it hurt me to see you hurting like that.”

           He won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.

           “When you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”

           I already know where this is going.  “What else did I say?”

           “My name.  Simon.”

           Figures.  “I was afraid of that,” I nod.

           “Can I ask what you were dreaming about?”

           It takes a long time for me to answer.  “I had to kill you.”

           “And did you?”

           Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.

           “You don’t have to…”

           “Yes.  I did.” He’s silent as I take a ragged breath. “That’s why it’s my worst nightmare. I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to refuse.  But in my nightmares, I always give in.  Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”

“After I woke you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated myself for what I’d done to you.  I wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too afraid.  When I walked away, it was like someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more.  I thought the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.”  He looks me in the eye, and he looks terrified.  “It still hasn’t.”

He’s only inches away.  There’s tears in his eyes to match mine.  

“I think…” Simon moves even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”

My heart goes quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I wrote.”

It’s taking everything in me right now not to fall against him.

I don’t miss his eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up. When he speaks it’s less than a breath. “May I…”

“Please.”

He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to him.

Simon

Baz tastes like citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent.  His mouth is softer than I could have imagined and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening his mouth with mine.  I feel his sigh vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough.  I want to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering.  I know right now that I’ll never get enough.

Baz

Simon kisses me like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle.  His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow, like we have nothing but time.  The tears are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for more.

Simon

Breaking away from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a breath away.

“Are you shaking?” I whisper.

“It’s cold up here, Simon,” he murmurs back.  “Not everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”

I grin and wrap my wings around the two of us.  “Call me that again.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.  “Simon,” he breathes, and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.

Baz keeps whispering my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.

A Guide To: Graveyard Snow

Originally posted by leedle-witch


I had a thought the other day speculating the concept of graveyard snow, and after thinking about it for a few days, I’ve finally come up with a proper post on it !


What is graveyard snow?

Graveyard snow is, well, snow that’s gathered from a graveyard.


What makes graveyard snow different from graveyard dirt?

While graveyard dirt holds the essence of the dead, graveyard snow also holds the properties of snow water.


Graveyard dirt is used for cursing, luck, and protection. Snow is used for transformative magic, cleansing, purification, and protection.


So essentially, graveyard snow is a mix of that.


So what’s more powerful?

Here’s is a list from least to greatest gaging the power of graveyard dirt and graveyard snow.


- Graveyard snow (gathered from the ground or from nearby stones/trees).

- Graveyard dirt (not gathered from a gravesite).

- Graveyard snow (gathered from a headstone or gravesite); is just a bit more powerful than regular graveyard dirt.

- Graveyard dirt (gathered from a gravesite).


The reason that dirt is generally more powerful than snow is because dirt has been sitting there longer. It has gathered up more of the energy and essence of the dead than graveyard snow.


Think of it like this, if you pour water into snow, it melts away and doesn’t hold that well, but if you pour water into dirt it holds the water a lot better. The same can be applied with energy!


How to gather graveyard snow:

Graveyard snow can be gathered from the ground, or from nearby trees and rocks. Snow that has been sitting longer will hold more power, so try to gather older snow if possible.


If gathering graveyard snow from headstones or gravesites, you should provide an offering to the spirit like flowers, coins, etc. Please be considerate and respectful to the spirits there!

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The Dragon and the Wolf - outfit details

“There is obviously some chemistry at work!” Clapton said about the relationship between Dany and Jon. “I wanted to reflect this with a dramatic yet extremely practical costume. I took reference from the Wildlings’ attire, particularly the coat that is worn by Jon Snow which was in turn influenced by Mance Rayder. I wanted to define Dany’s shape by cutting into and shaping the fur. Also, I was keen to create a warrior look, a thing of beauty. ” (Michele Clapton, GoT Costume Designer)