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I’ll Follow You Into the Dark

Alex is surprised to see Maggie. So surprised that her breath catches in her throat and tears prick at her eyes and she has to pinch herself to make sure it’s real.

Maggie wears trackpants and that damn orange t-shirt she stole from Alex all those years ago.

It was the exact outfit she had died in.

Which is mostly why Alex hadn’t expected to see her; you don’t usually see your dead fiance at work on a Tuesday. But she’s there, and she’s walking towards Alex and her hair has that just-woken-up mess to it.

“Maggie,” she breathes, “what are you doing here?”

Maggie smiles sadly and nods her head towards the alien with a gun pointed at Alex, frozen in place, just moments from pulling the trigger.

“I’m… I’m about to die, aren’t I?”

“Afraid so, Danvers.” Her voice sounds exactly like it used to, and Alex feels her heart soar despite the predicament she’s in. “He’ll pull the trigger in a few seconds, it’ll hit you in the chest. You’ll bleed out too quickly, before anyone can get to you. Before Kara can get here.”

“Wow. I really should’ve waited for back up,” Alex says, deadpanned. Maggie laughs. She takes another step towards Alex, standing directly between her and the alien.

“I’m sorry it had to happen like this,” Maggie tells her, “I’m sorry Kara or J’onn aren’t here. You shouldn’t be alone for this.”

“I’m not alone; I’ve got you,” Alex says fiercely, tears forming in her eyes. Maggie cocks her head to the side, in the way she knows drives Alex mad.

“You’ll always have me,” Maggie promises, taking a few more steps towards Alex and standing beside her, shoulder to shoulder. “But I can’t hold this off for much longer. Time will start again soon.”

“Does it hurt?” Alex whispers, her voice shaking.

“It’s just like going to sleep,” Maggie says, and Alex is grateful for the lie.

“Stay with me,” Alex says, somewhere between a command and a desperate plea.

“Forever,” Maggie says, and she reaches down, intertwining hers and Alex’s hands.

Alex takes a deep breath, before nodding her head. Maggie squeezes her hand.

A shot rings out.

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September 3rd, Bangtan was prepping for Show Champion in Manila. This is the day that Tae found out his grandma had passed away. (He announced at MUSTER that his grandma passed away, which is why he randomly said, “I love you my grandma” during their music show.) K-ARMYs tweets say how they’re sorry for not fully paying attention to the sadness painted on his face. We love you, Tae, and hope your heart heals soon.

Reasons I Fucking Love This Picture:

  • Chyler is a fucking nerd making that face what a nerd
  • the concentration i cannot handle it
  • thats clearly in the kitchen and those are cookbooks
  • alex likes to cook, slash she decided to learn so she could make dinner for maggie that lesbian
  • alex has rock bookends lol #edgy
  • maggie at the table in the background with multiple glasses of wine
    • #WineGay or #DinnerParty u decide
  • chyler: so how're we filming this? we'll snuggle into each other, kiss, flirt, banter maybe? we can talk about our relationship, or just say cute stuff?
  • floriana: i can call her danvers and do the head tilt thing, bitches love danvers and the head tilt
  • director: nah i was thinking you lie there asleep and maggie wakes up and we pan for about 1.5 seconds and then end scene
  • chyler & floriana: *look directly into the camera like theyre on the office*

Ok but remember the first time Teru tried lifting Mob, he had his defenses up & it was sO HARD FOR TERU

but then afterwards they became friends & just

and also more recently

“Go ahead and take a nap! I’ll just float you around ‘till we get to school.”

I imagine that before Alex found out about Maggie’s parents, she was really excited to get to know Maggie’s family, and for Maggie to meet Eliza. Like, these are the people who raised the best person she knows and she wants to get to know them and be a part of Maggie’s family and intertwine their lives as much as they can.

And then Maggie tells her how her dad kicked her out when she was 14 and Alex feels so upset because she just yearns to comfort and protect a kid who doesn’t exist anymore. So she settles, and she comforts the woman standing in front of her, the woman she’s falling in love with.

But Alex becomes increasingly nervous about introducing Maggie to Eliza, if not for the fact that she really doesn’t want to rub anything in Maggie’s face. She knows it’s not fair that Eliza is supportive and Maggie’s parents aren’t, and she doesn’t want to draw any attention to that, so she puts off having the two of them meet.

Maggie is secretly a bit hurt, because she’s in love with Alex and she wants to meet the woman who blessed the world with Alex Danvers only Alex isn’t picking up any of the hints Maggie’s dropping about meeting her mom, and she thinks maybe Alex isn’t as invested, maybe she doesn’t want Maggie to meet her.

And then one day, Alex comes home and almost has a heart attack because Maggie and Eliza sit at her kitchen counter, each with a coffee, and they’re laughing at something or other (definitely at Alex’s expense) and once she gets over the shock of it all, once she greets her mom and her girlfriend, she realises she was being stupid, and she realises that Maggie fits into her whole life in the most natural of ways. 


happy valentine’s day, booger 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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285: Witch Animals

Witches have long had associations with certain animals. In the Ozarks we inherited a folk tradition from European, African, and Native sources, so when we talk about witch animals we have a wide variety to mention. First we can talk about white and black animals and their supernatural associations. Often black animals, like crows, ravens, cats, are thought to be witches in disguise and are looked at with a cautious eye by hillfolk. There’s also the boogers, a whole class of supernatural animals most often linked to black dogs, cats, wolves, pigs, etc. The boogers are specifically seen as the animal form of certain malicious witches, but on rare occasions they are creatures of their own, linked to ghosts (or haints/hants) and spirits of the land in general or a specific haunted site. It’s seldom that a black animal is seen as a creature of good or celestial power but instead are bringers of doom.

White animals, on the other hand, while still held with great suspicion, are most often associated with otherworldly, although not necessarily evil, powers. Creatures like the snawfus, a giant white stag, can be bringers of ill omen as well as entities with the power to bestow great boons on those who are fortunate to find them. For example the white stag often grants hunters certain powers over game, allowing them a sure shot that never misses. This gifts, much like those given by the fae in British/Irish lore, comes with a price, and there are many stories about these supernatural creatures coming to claim the gifted man’s soul at the hour of his death. White birds, often with no real-world counterparts, are sometimes bringers of great power. I’ve heard stories from many healers that traced their gifts back to the finding of a white bird. One story that I incorporated into one of my Mr. Green folk tales says that a strange white bird was seen one day hovering in the air near a cabin. A boy watched on as the bird fell to the ground and was transformed into a patch of white clover. The clover was eaten by a cow resulting in quickly filling udders. The boy milked and milked the cow, buckets full, but the udders remained bursting with milk. The boy drank up the extra until the cow finally stopped giving. The boy delivered the milk back to his mother and told her the tale of the bird, and the clover patch. Hearing the boy say he drank up some of the milk the mother knew in that moment that her son had been given healing powers. Occasionally you will hear a story about a healer that can turn into a white animal (or sometimes just an animal in general, with no color association) but most often the white animal is more ghostly, connected to spirits of ancestors or of the land itself.

It’s unknown whether Ozark hillfolk inherited their beliefs about owls, a well known witch bird, from their European ancestors or from the indigenous peoples of the Appalachians. The Cherokee, it seems, have had their own beliefs about owls being witches for hundreds of years before contact with Europeans, and certainly this association with owls can be found in the folklore of many Old World cultures. My best guess is that the owl, being a night bird, has had this association with witchcraft and darker magics across the world.

Crows and ravens have a similar story, being associated across cultures with death and therefore ill omens and witchcraft. The Cherokee have their raven mockers, witches that hover around a person’s deathbed looking to suck the last breath from their bodies. This belief found its way into Ozark lore where the crow is almost always seen as a witch spy or bringer of some evil power. See a crow, still living, while driving on the road is an ill omen in the Ozarks, while alternately see a dead crow is a token of good fortune.

Toads, while having a deep tradition of association with witches in European folkways, seem to not have translated into Ozark lore, or at least I haven’t been able to find the same associations here.

Red birds like the cardinal are seen as both bringers of good and bad fortune. There’s a story of a woman who beat her daughter without mercy everyday until redbirds started pecking on her window. Seeing this as a ill omen the woman changed her ways before something much more terrible happened to her. This redbird lore seems to at least in part come in from Cherokee sources where the bird is seen as having a connection to the supernatural. For more information see the story of “The Daughter of the Sun” collected by James Mooney.