and innate strength

Aries: “The floods have passed. You won.you stand victorious now, gold medal around your neck. You have conquered and won every required.  Let the flames come roaring home. Let them carry your spirit, because I know you’re tired. Let joy fill you again. The time for war cries have passed, it is now time to sing. Let the flames drape you in warmth and illuminate world. Let them restore all that has been laid to waste. It is the healing era.”

Taurus: “You’ve been at war against change for so long, ironclad in your stubbornness. If only you could see that this time is going to bestow your wings upon you. Preparing for you to take flight; from a caterpillar cemented to the ground, into a stunning butterfly. You just have to be willing to take the leap and enter your chrysalis first. This is no easy feat since there is no instant gratification here. You must put in the effort and persevere. You can do it.”

Gemini: “Time to grow quiet and reflect. You’ve wallowed in naïveté, and played in a childish mindset for too long, my dear. Being loud, screaming and laughing, jumping up and down until the ceilings rattle with joy. It’s time to silently ponder and deliberate carefully; especially in regards to what fate has in mind for you. It may not always be easy, the road may be rough. But hold on. Have faith that it all changes with time.”

Cancer: “I know sometimes the change looks scary, but it’s time to let it come. You already wore the crown and your reign was glorious. Let someone else take the stage, and pass the baton. You aren’t stepping down, just stepping aside. You don’t always have to be the image of sheer perfection. Let yourself fall every once in awhile. Being held up on a pedestal has to get exhausting every once in awhile.”

Leo: “This is it, your shining moment. All eyes on you, watching you light up the room like the sun. Take the risk, step up to the plate and give it your best shot. Aim your arrow and point it true. You cannot miss. Be sure of your steps because you’re heading in the perfect direction for you. We are all cheering you on. Can’t you hear us? We want nothing but the best for you right now.”

Virgo: “The world applauds you for all that you’ve done, but the time has finally come. Lock the door, lay down, close your eyes and breathe. Feel the weight of the world fall off your shoulders.  You do not have to carry the burden of everyone’s sins anymore. You are not responsible for kissing every single scraped knee better, and mending each broken heart. Allow yourself to focus on what you need. You can’t expect to save anyone if you yourself are drowning, my dear.”

Libra: “I know the storm is raging. The thorns sprouting from your blooming roses deprive your buds of the little sunlight they initially had. You’re feeling just as suffocated and trapped right now. Everything around you is a whirlwind of chaos, but don’t let that break you. Stand stronger than the storm pounding against you. Learn to make yourself big, even in the smallest of places.. Purchase some weed cutters; treat yourself to a solution, even if it’s temporary. Have faith in knowing that the storm will pass and the sun will radiate once more.”

Scorpio: “Heed my warning you stubborn child. Listen to me, I’ve been here before. This isn’t criticism or condemnation. It is just firm advice from someone who only wants to see the best in you. Who only wants to watch you succeed. By allowing the red haze of fury to cloud your mind, you surrender your better judgement. Every time you drink the poison you lose another piece of yourself to make room. The pressure builds inside you like a volcano and when you erupt; your pride, and joy will be your only casualties. You’re strong enough to let this shit go so, do it.”

Sagittarius: “Your words drip like venom from your fangs, digging under others skin. I know you think it shouldn’t hurt, but god does it ever. And yet, here you are, a beacon of optimism with a grin plastered on your face. What a beguiling cluster of traits you are. I can’t figure you out, and I suppose I’m not meant to. But if we could find some kind of peace that doesn’t give me anymore scars or leave you any more upset, I would call that a victory.”

Capricorn: “You’ve locked yourself in a tower for so long. Thinking that the only way to stop missing the sun’s warm glow is to never feel it in the first place. Open yourself up again. I know it terrifies you inside. But just because it gets rather cold some nights doesn’t mean the heat isn’t worth it. You can’t survive on your own forever. Eventually you’ll need to reach out. Just know I’m here waiting. Hand outstretched, waiting for your firm grasp.”

Aquarius:  "Time to look forward to a new sunrise. Grab your jacket and let’s go! You have so much to show the world and so much to accomplish. The church bells are ringing for you. Your time has come. They are calling you, coaxing you into glory. Do not be scared, this is the blank page you have been craving for. You just have to take the risk and jump. To push your fears aside, leave them behind. They won’t do you any favors.“

Pisces: “Use your innate strength as fuel for your inner flames and utilize them. You are a goddess and you own that shit! Time to start acting like it. Make these flames dry your tears, make them dance for you beneath the spotlight. Use them as a shield, or a deadly weapon. Make them your tool to carve art onto every inch of your world. Whatever you do, just make it yours. Because, Honey if you can tame the roaring flames within you- you can tame anything”

—  This Week In Astrology (Co-Written by @babygirlastro )

it is so important to me that we have Celaena, a girl who shunned other girls and was taught to mistrust any and all competition, but who grows up to become a woman who mends bonds with the women she hated, like Kaltain and Lysandra. It means so much to me that Sarah shows how when girls hate other girls, often it’s because they have been taught to view others as competition, but that this attitude can be changed, and that the best allies women have are other women.

Because you know who helps Aelin the most on her journey? Other than Rowan? Lysandra when she helps Aelin trick everyone at the end of EoS, and gives up her LIFE to become Aelin and lead Terrasen. Kaltain, when she gives the key to Elide and burns Morath. Elide, when she takes the key and crosses continents with it clutched against her breast, braving fae warriors and monsters and fighting against all odds, all with a mangled ankle and steel in her heart. And fucking Manon. Manon who has never met Aelin before, who was hit in the face by Aelin- even Manon helps. Manon protects Elide and saves the wyrd key from Maeve’s clutches so that Aelin’s sacrifice will not be in vain. And Manon, Manon decides to ally her witches with Aelin, and pledges to find the crochans, again, to fight for and with Aelin. 

And all of these women rally behind a woman who at one point did not like some of them. Who mistreated them. But these women- Manon, Elide, Kaltain, Lysandra- all understand what it’s like to be fighting alone. They understand that Aelin is good at heart, and that she just needs forgiveness and a chance. So they help her. Against all odds.

And it just fills my heart will so much joy. That Sarah has given us a book that is so driven by women and by the bonds they forge and by their innate strength of heart. Ugh. It’s just so beautiful. 

the lyrics we have for call it what you want are hauntingly ethereal, brilliant and poetic. what’s most striking is the fact we know taylor swift is burning brighter than ever, and lyrics like, “you don’t need to save me” so powerfully contrasts with “romeo, save me,” further illuminating how she’s now truly embracing her innate resilience and strength. knowing that taylor swift will ever so beautifully breathe life into this song in a few hours is the most exhilarating, wild feeling.

Spider-Man Homecoming: Peter’s age and why I think that impacts the film greatly

Peter Parker is fifteen in this movie. He’s a sophomore in high school. And it shows. This isn’t like when an thirty year old or a person in their late twenties plays a high-schooler and its obvious, Tom Holland (though not 15) looks young. He sounds young. And Holland acts the age he is supposed to portray perfectly. Peter is fifteen. And to many people who will see this movie that doesn’t feel young, I know, but I’m barely 20 and already it feels terribly young to me. Not in a condescending way, I hope, but I look at him and see how much growing he has to do. Peter even says in the film he’s not even worried about college yet. He’s not even a junior. Peter is really young. And I think that’s important.

In a lot of superhero properties they try and downplay the severity of the child hero thing, for obvious reasons, what worked in the 50s and 60s comics doesn’t work as well now. And some of that is here. Tony Stark never tells Peter to stop until things go too far for him, when most real world adults in this age would end his heroing instantly, and taking Peter to Berlin was kinda… yeah bad on Tony’s part, even though he believed that Cap and his team would never really hurt anyone of them. In some aspects we are supposed to use our suspension of disbelief and wave away some of our concerns about Peter Parker’s age. 

And in some ways, no, the movie addresses this. Or at least acknowledges it. And I think that helps and elevates the film. 

Making the audience aware of Peter’s youth increases the tension tenfold. 

Many people have talked about how they have superhero movie fatigue. And I get it, to some extent, specifically in Marvel. Age of Ultron-post I have felt just a little disconnected. And I think it has to do with stakes. The villains are typically STRONG, the plots are WORLD ENDING, and the heroes are INVINCIBLE. And that’s how the first movies were, but now we’ve seen it so many times that I don’t believe anyone can hurt the Avengers. I’ve seen the avengers go through buildings, concrete, and portals. I’ve seen them get smashed to bits and stand back up, I’ve seen them at their lowest and know they will always be okay. Until someone actually dies (which a morbid part hopes will happen in Infinity War) the stakes are no longer there. To me, it seems like they will always get back up.

But Spiderman is different. He’s fifteen. And though I logically know he’s super strong and more invulnerable than normal humans, he is fifteen. He shouldn’t be out there!- my mind screams. But I know he has to be, for himself. They explained his motivations so well in Civil War I have to root for him now. I understand how Tony go sucked in to his enthusiasm and goodness because I am. So I don’t want him to stop. But every time some threw Peter down, or into a wall I gasped. I threw my hand over my mouth like a little old lady and went “oh no”. I was an emotional wreck in the theatre, constantly whispering and reacting and emoting. I promise that’s not normal for me.

Without spoilers, there is one scene where Peter hits his lowest. He is suit-less (that was in the trailers) and he’s beaten up and trapped. And he fights. Captain America, Iron Man, even Hawkeye and Black Widow, I know can get out of there. They are seasoned, strong, greater than I can ever be. But Peter is a highs school kid trying to balance after school activities and taking spanish and going to the dance and I was that kid. I remember being vulnerable in that way, if not physically but emotionally. And Peter fights through it, even when I wasn’t sure he could. Every time he got hurt I thought ‘is Iron Man going to show up?’ I wanted Tony to show up to help this poor child, even if I knew from a screenwriting standpoint Peter had to save himself. But because, emotionally, I wan’t sure Peter could do it alone it made everything so much more rewarding when he could. 

Throughout this movie, when Peter messes up I understand, he has so much learning to do. When he losses I understand, he isn’t as experienced as the bad guy. When he gets mopey, sad, or indignant, I understand because he’s a teenager of course he’s angsty. I am willing to to forgive and empathize with Peter instantly for things I would not be so lenient with adults about. Though I adored Civil War, I rolled my eyes at almost everyone in that movie at least once. There was a better, more adult way to confront this. But Peter is not expected to behave adult-like or maturely, at least not from me. He’s just trying to help and he can make mistakes along the way. 

Peter’s youth and inexperience and vulnerability reinvested me in a world where logically I know he can never lose. But because the adults in this movie acknowledged that this was a kid, because the movie took time to experience school and what Peter should be doing instead of running around in tights, because Holland showed that beneath that innate goodness and strength, Peter’s still immature, I felt for this kid. This young kid trying his best touched a point of empathy with me these movies about Gods hadn’t touched in a while. And I think that’s beautiful. And I think it’s important.

Advice For The  Signs

Aries: “The floods have passed. You won.you stand victorious now, gold medal around your neck. You have conquered and won every required.  Let the flames come roaring home. Let them carry your spirit, because I know you’re tired. Let joy fill you again. The time for war cries have passed, it is now time to sing. Let the flames drape you in warmth and illuminate world. Let them restore all that has been laid to waste. It is the healing era.”

Taurus: “You’ve been at war against change for so long, ironclad in your stubbornness. If only you could see that this time is going to bestow your wings upon you. Preparing for you to take flight; from a caterpillar cemented to the ground, into a stunning butterfly. You just have to be willing to take the leap and enter your chrysalis first. This is no easy feat since there is no instant gratification here. You must put in the effort and persevere. You can do it.”

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the most significant concept stemming from this video is that the ‘real’ taylor was built up just to be knocked down by the media’s representation of taylor. the 'real’ taylor has curls, and the 'constructed’ taylor has straight hair. the 'real’ taylor shows innate strength in that regard, whilst the 'constructed’ taylor acts as a robot who has no choice but to succumb to the media’s bs. the 'real’ taylor is strongest when she’s most bare; most natural; most vulnerable. the 'constructed’ taylor is torn apart as the 'real’ taylor breaks through the chaos, and is finally at last able to reign her kingdom.

Of Flower Crowns (Elriel Fluff)

This one was inspired by this gorgeous pic. I blame it fully for this drabble and its tooth-rotting fluff. 

The garden had been a sanctuary for Azriel and Elain since the very start of their relationship, back when they had been nothing more than tentative friends thrown together in a time of need. But even then, Azriel had always enjoyed being able to sit on one of the many benches, wings out as he quietly watched Elain tend to the blooming flowers. It was a still, soothing peace – one that he had often yearned for in his long existence, but rarely attained. His friends were a rowdy bunch after all, and the world was forever a dangerous place; far too dangerous to allow him any measure of rest.

But Elain, lovely Elain… she could calm Azriel down like no other and yet could also set him all ablaze with a single touch. (She was shy and sweet, no doubt, but underneath all of that careful poise, underneath all of the ingrained manners and etiquette, was a fiercely passionate heart. She was truly a wondrous thing to behold, in every aspect of life.)

As their relationship progressed from friendship into something else entirely, they spent more and more of their time in the garden of the house she kept with her sisters. Azriel treasured the moments they had together amidst the carefully manicured plants… Like when he would be lounging on his usual bench, eyes closed against the bright sun, until Elain would suddenly be at his side, a small smile tugging at berry-colored lips. She’d settle softly next to him without out a word, her body half on top of his so they could both fit on the bench’s narrow iron frame.

There was just nothing quite like the sheer warmth of those moments. He hoped the memories of them would forever stay clear in his mind, that even decades, centuries from now, he would remember the feeling of Elain Archeron lying atop his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers through soft, soft hair.

The first time she’d done it, laid with him like that, she’d been so hesitant, afraid of making the wrong move, of scaring him off… afraid of asking for what she truly wanted after she’d had her heart so brutally broken. But when Azriel had opened his eyes to find her standing nervously in front of his bench, her hand half raised towards him, he had only reached out and tugged her onto him. He could bear her weight easily, and would gladly do so for as long as she wished. Elain, for her part, had worn a soft smile as she slowly relaxed into his body, her cheeks flushed with color. There was no embarrassment in her countenance, however, not with Azriel.

So, yes, their time in the garden was precious. It was a place so wholly peaceful that even Azriel, who lived the majority of his life wreathed in shadows, who greeted pain as an old friend, could not help but bask in it. It was also the only place that seemed to ease the visions that so often plagued Elain. Though it did not happen nearly as often as it once had, there were still days where her mind was so full of the threads of their futures that she could barely think. Days where Azriel could do nothing more than be there and listen to the soft murmurings of futures he could barely decipher, watching over the world around them as Elain’s eyes remained clouded and sightless.

There was nothing else he could do… but bring her into their favorite sanctuary. The peace of the garden helped to rein in her visions, the quiet buzz of life around them giving her strength. It was the familiarity, Azriel thought, that helped her most; the one tie apart from her sisters that she continued to have to her former mortal life.

Today was another bad day. Azriel had awoken to Elain’s feverish mutterings, had tried to calm her in his usual way (soft hands stroking down her sides, kisses pressed to her shoulders as he tried to bring her back into the present). When that didn’t work, he immediately wrapped a shawl around Elain’s shoulders (modest even in immortality, Azriel knew she be humiliated if she woke to find herself in nothing but her thin night gown) and spared a brief moment to pull on some pants, forgoing a shirt in his urgency. He lifted Elain gently, holding her tight to his bare chest as he walked them down into the ever-peaceful garden.

Instead of heading to their bench, however, he sat amidst the grass, Elain laying against him in the v of his legs. He knew that she would come back faster down here, amidst the product of all her hard work, the flowers rustling in a gentle breeze. So Azriel sat, keeping his arms around the seer as a reminder that he was there, but loose enough that she didn’t feel locked in. (It was hard for her, when her body was here with him, but her mind elsewhere. She was often panicked when she came back.) 

Azriel sat and he did what he did best. He listened. His wings were a shelter around them, the riddles of Elain’s visions contained within as she muttered them to him. Azriel memorized them all, catalogued them for later. He was the spymaster after all, even on days like these.

Slowly, slowly he felt Elain return from wherever she’d been. He only relaxed fully when she crawled away from him though, her hands going into the flowers all around them. Her mind was still half in the future, eyes slightly glazed, but she kept her hands busy, using the task in front of her to regain control. Azriel watched as she methodically picked flowers, weaving them together with a kind of artistry that all of the Archeron sisters, even Nesta, seemed to possess.

He stayed carefully silent as he leaned back onto his elbows, his attention never wavering from Elain. She looked so heart-achingly beautiful in the dawn light, soft and gentle but with that innate strength of hers shining through as she slowly mastered her powers.

And then she finally, finally blinked. Her eyes were clear as they gazed at him. Blessedly lucid.

“There she is,” he said softly, proudly.

Elain immediately smiled, even through her exhaustion and pain. She crawled back into his embrace, wrapped loose arms around his shoulders as she ducked her forehead against his. Her eyes closed. “Hello,” she said, her voice filled with relief. 

Azriel’s hand went under her hair to rest on the back of her neck. “Hello,” he responded in kind.

(There would be time to question her about the visions later. She deserved a little bit of peace first. She always did. Azriel would have given everything he had, if only he could continue to give Elain Archeron the peace she deserved.)

She shifted back a bit from him, her arms falling into her lap as she looked at the flowery creation she held in one hand. Her fingers trailed over the red and pink petals. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

A mischievous glint lit in Elain’s tired eyes. “It’s for you.” She crooked a finger at him, gesturing for him to duck forward.

He did so. And then Elain reached up placed the flowers atop his head, hands almost benevolent as she settled them in his hair. Azriel blinked in surprise. A crown. She’d made him a crown. He felt something like heat fly to his cheeks.

“I’m not entirely sure a spy like me is fit to wear a crown,” Azriel finally managed to reply, sardonic.

Elain watched him for a moment, her fingers tracing over the whorls of the Illyrian tattoos that covered his shoulders. (Their design was unlike those of his brothers – these swirls looked like smoke and mist and shadow.) Finally, she looked up to meet his burning gaze. “You’re much more than just a spy, Azriel,” she said in a soft voice that left no room for argument. “And you deserve more than just a crown.”

He had to swallow past the emotion in his throat when she took one of his hands in hers, kissing the inside of his scarred palm without fear or revulsion.

“Regardless, I think something’s missing here,” Azriel told her after a pause, reaching out to pick a pretty white flower with his free hand. He put it gently behind her ear, tucking her hair around it. “There. Now we match.”

Elain responded with rosy cheeks and a smile… and then by throwing her arms around him again, pressing kisses to his jaw. She was always so beautifully tactile with him, especially after a vision. He buried his head in her neck for a long moment, wanting to just breathe her in. Her arms tightened around him at that, fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. Azriel held on long enough to be surrounded by nothing but Elain, by her comforting scent.

When he reluctantly loosened his hold, she didn’t go far, only placing her forehead against his. This time she kept her eyes open though, and he would had to be blind not to see the love and adoration and want shining there.

“Hello,” he said again, his mouth mere inches from hers, his voice rough.

“Hello,” she replied, breathless.

Azriel’s eyes flicked down to her lips for the briefest moment. “I’m going to have to kiss you now.” 

Elain smiled, a thing so bright it was almost painful. “If you insist.”

And he did. After all, how could he not? It was Elain.

45 Questions About Magic
  1. Who has it?
  2. Who can use it?
  3. Where does it come from?
  4. What does it go through?
  5. Is it active? Passive? Both?
  6. Is it tangible? Visible?
  7. Can magic people sense magic?
  8. Can non-magic people sense magic?
  9. Can non-humans be or have magic?
  10. Can objects be or have magic?
  11. Can it be used by accident?
  12. What are the consequences of using magic? Of not using it?
  13. Do some things (eg causing injury, death, etc.) have greater consequences?
  14. Does level/degree of use correlate to degree of consequences?
  15. Does magic require a bargain (eg service to a god)?
  16. Can someone lose their magic?
  17. Can someone gain magic?
  18. Can magic be transferred or stolen?
  19. Is magic something to be turned on and off or is it always there?
  20. Does a person have a limited amount of magic? Can it be replenished?
  21. Does everyone’s magic manifest the same way?
  22. Does everyone call upon their magic the same way?
  23. Does magic require physical aids? Meditation?
  24. Is strength innate or based on training? Can it change?
  25. How is strength indicated?
  26. Are there physical indicators of magic use?
  27. Is there some sort of test to be allowed to use magic?
  28. To show competency?
  29. To show mastery?
  30. To certify teaching?
  31. Is magic tied to or antithetical to religion?
  32. Must magic obey science?
  33. Does magic operate the same way everywhere?
  34. Does magic operate the same way on everyone/everything?
  35. Is healing possible? Is it telekinetic? Time-based? Done by switching physical health?
  36. Does magic require a sacrifice? Before or after? User’s or others’?
  37. Is magic something a person is? Does? Uses?
  38. How is magic conceptualized? Is that correct?
  39. What can someone do with magic?
  40. What can’t someone do with magic? Why?
  41. What are ethical/moral lines that have been drawn regarding magic? How are they enforced?
  42. Is belief necessary?
  43. Can magic only be done at certain times or in certain places?
  44. How do powerful magic users face consequences from the law?
  45. Is magic something that people want to be?
Todoroki vs Bakugou and Midoriya

Not a shipping post.

Let’s talk about Todoroki and the way he relates to people.
Specifically, to Midoriya and Bakugou.
I think it’s safe to say that the three of them are, at this point in the story, the Main Three. They’re arguably the strongest boy in class 1-A. They’re also, as I mentioned briefly before foils for each other.
So how do they relate?

Where Midoriya strikes up an easy friendship with Iida and Ururaka from the start, and Bakugou seems to become bro’s with Kirishima fairly early on, Todoroki is… slow to warm up to people.
The kid has spent his childhood isolated, so that’s easy to understand.
If you want to go symbolic, you could also say that his fire side, and how he uses it, quite literally makes him warm up to people. Getting to grips with that side of himself is a major part of his character development, and as he becomes more attuned to his own personality, it makes sense that he’d become more comfortable with other people as well.

 Sports Festival

Let’s start at de sports festival, because we get some very nice development for all three of them.

 Todoroki vs Midoriya

Todoroki singles Midoriya out fairly early on, when he does that whole ‘declaration of war’ thing. At this point, I don’t think he does this purely based on merit? The kid he’s 'going to beat’ barely made it into UA, he’s nowhere near the top of the class but Todoroki can recognize a quality seedling when he sees one.
He watched Midoriya’s fight with Bakugou in the Heroes & Villains exercise, he watched Midoriya jump in during the villain invasion.
And what he recognized there was that out of all of his classmates,
Midoriya is the one most like All Might.
He even says this, at some point.

And while it’s played off as a joke, with him assuming he’s All Might’s illegitimate son, he’s not… that far off, really?
Either way, it’s this link that draws him to Midoriya.
Todoroki, you see, is an All Might fanboy. (they literally all are)
He may have been 'created’ as an Endeavour 2.0, to BEAT All Might, but in those moments with his mom, what he truly wanted was to be LIKE All Might.
He wants to be that kind of hero.
All Might himself mentions that the both of them had the same sort of vibe.
Among his peers, Midoriya is the closest to All Might 2.0, in type of power, in general disposition and in the sense that they’re literally pretty close.
It makes sense that Todoroki would see him as 'the one to beat’.


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Marichat May - Kiss it Better

It’s super late, but I said I’d do it!

The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.

TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.

Paris lay in ruins.

Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.

He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth regretted releasing a power like that into the world.

The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever near.

Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.

In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.

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to all of you courageous and resilient women, taylor swift included: you’re worthy of bountiful respect. keep fiercely fighting for your inherent right to wholly exercise control over your own body. taylor’s trial has proven that this is truly a worthwhile fight, in light of how distressing and hard it is to relive any form of sexual assault.
taylor is grace and innate strength personified, and her bravery has illuminated how no woman deserves to be alone in seeking out their right to explicit consent. she’s an empowering and inspiring force to be reckoned with.

Stone Lore: Jet

Jet, a form of Lignite, is a mineraloid gemstone and a precursor to coal. It is made from decaying wood that is placed under extreme pressure. It is found the world over, but is mined foremost in Australia, China, and Germany. It is usually black or a very dark brown, but can sometimes have pyrite or other minerals mixed in to make it look brassy when polished. The inclusion of these other materials does not dissuade from the innate strength of this stone. It’s hardness is between 3 and 4 depending on the original tree and other minerals. It has been used in fashion, off and on, since around 10,000 BC, and the oldest known piece has been found in Germany, it was shaped into feminine figures and are called the Venuses of Peterfels.

Associations: protection against nightmares, dispelling of fear, good for protecting business ventures and finances, absorbs negative energy.

Element: Earth and Fire

Planet: Earth

Healing: Menstrual pain (headaches and cramps)

Season of the year: None

Time of Day: Night, particularly the hours between eleven pm and one am.

How to use it:

  • Placing a piece of jet in your cashier drawer can bring income to a business. If you work from home placing jet in your work space can help with personal productivity.
  • Placing a piece beneath your pillow or beneath the bed can protect from bad dreams or nighttime anxieties (racing thoughts and similar)
  • If you have an item that is carrying negative energies with it, place a few pieces of jet around it and put it away in a box or wrap it in fabric. Leave it for a couple of days (depending on the strength of the negative energy). After the jet has absorbed the negative energy you will need to cleanse them. I highly recommend smoke cleansing or a simple water cleansing (running them under water) I do not recommend salt. Not only have I scratched jet using salt on them, I’ve also noticed that after salt cleansing jet is not as absorptive.
  • Carrying a piece with you while going on an interview can help handle the nerves associated with this. Since it is associated with financial gain it can also help secure a new position at work.
  • incorporating a piece of jet into other jewelry meant for the practice of witchcraft can protect the item from negative energy.
  • Using Amber and Jet together is a powerful combination. Amber is made from tree resin, jet is made from tree wood. Amber is for longevity, jet is for protection. Adding these two gems to other spellwork, in tandem, will elevate the spell. A piece of jewelry made with alternating stone of amber and jet will not only be pretty, but will protect a witch during all forms of spell craft.
  • Wearing a ring of jet while at work can help keep you focused on the job you are supposed to do.
  • Holding a piece of jet to your brow or below your navel while experiencing menstrual pain can relieve the worst of it, though not make it go away entirely.
  • Some witches swear that a jet bracelet will help with blood flow and swelling in the hands or feet. I have not noticed this myself, but I’m passing along the information I was given from several personal sources.
Sword Play - Lord of the Rings

Hey! I love your blog, I was wondering if you could please write an imagine about the reader being eowyn’s hand maid and a sparring partner (sword fight I mean), and she catches eomer’s eye?

AN: Since the Anon specified pronouns I wrote this as female reader

Words: 790

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Bite Me (Part 16)

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam, guest appearance by Castiel

Warnings: Angst (self-hate, shameful thoughts, inner struggles), implied smut (so implied you’d have to do an archeological dig to find it), mild language

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,930

A/N: This is the sixteenth installment in my first ever fanfic. It’s sectioned into months to show time progression. Lee and Han (@wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie) have been betas for this from Day 1 and I love them more than words can say. Thank you both, for everything. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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April

The self-hate never really went away. I’d managed to push it down and focus on hunting instead, on my time with Sam and Dean, on trying to emerge from the nest I’d lived in for the past five years. But it stayed tucked away, reappearing periodically with its crushing weight. I still blamed myself for everything that had happened. I would disappear from the bunker from time to time, going back to my old town to watch my dance studio from the rooftop across the street, reminding me of my times as a teenager. I’d gone to each person’s wake that had died by Gareth’s hands. Mallory’s was the hardest to attend, and I’d sat in my truck for a long time afterwards before returning to the bunker. The boys never questioned where I’d gone - I think they were mostly relieved that I came back at all.

I made the choice to stay with Sam and Dean at the bunker, doing my best to make their home mine as well. We eventually fell into a steady rhythm of hunting together, my extensive research and hunting expertise being a welcome addition to the team. The mentality of a born and raised hunter slowly rose from the depths that I had pushed it into for five years. It felt like I was discovering how to properly breathe again, and my lungs continued to expand and flourish within those first few weeks.

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Our Times (我的少女時代) dir. Frankie Chen. 2015. 

Lin Zhenxin (“sincere of heart”), an unbearably stressed office worker, flashes back to her years as a high school student, reminiscing upon the innocent days of love, friendship, and the thrill of youthful risks and secrets. 

A young Zhenxin, played by Vivian Sung, receives a chain letter warning her of terrible misfortune if she does not pass it on to three others. One of the unlucky recipients is Hsu Taiyu, played by Darren Wang, the school’s notorious bad boy and gangster, sparking a tenuous, cautiously budding friendship between them as Taiyu scares her into becoming his errand-girl and introduces her to a wilder life the goody two-shoes Zhenxin had never dreamed of. 

Despite their rocky beginnings, the two unite over the goal of ending the clandestine relationship between the two others they are respectively in love with. Their friendship becomes far more genuine as truths of Hsu’s past surface and they slowly come to recognize each other’s rising strengths and innate vulnerabilities. 

Our Times was Frankie Chen’s directorial debut and has been compared to the 2011 Taiwanese hit romance film You Are the Apple of My Eye. It is the highest-grossing film from Taiwan at the mainland Chinese box office and achieved significant acclaim throughout east and southeast Asia. 

Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Seven

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC  |  Word Count: 4450
Warnings: not quite smut but a little smexy, Loki being Loki


“Was that, perhaps, excessive?” he asked, glancing down at Lauren.

She gave a soft sigh. “Maybe, but… would I be a horrible person if I said I rather enjoyed it?”

He chuckled softly, drawing her in by the waist. “We shall simply be horrible together, for I, too, rather enjoyed myself. Both the breaking and the repair.”

Lauren shook her head, smirking a little for she could see the merriment twinkling in his eyes. “I can tell.” Taking him by the hand, she glanced around to orient herself. “Huh, well that was convenient.”

He’d landed them not far from Main Street.

“You’re portals, are they like Dr. Strange’s?” she asked, leading him toward the town square.

Scoffing softly, Loki shook his head. “All that circling,” he waved his hand absently. “What you Midgardians are tapping into is only a fraction of what is available. Perhaps in a millennium or two you will catch up. For now, I leave you to your Mystic Arts and sling rings.”

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