and nights grow shorter


The season of flannel shirts
With the buttons undone and
The smell of pumpkin spice wafting through homes

The season of over-sized sweaters and
Leggings skin tight
With an apple pie baking in the oven
And a book held between lax fingertips

The season of crisp mornings
With leaves crunching beneath heavy boots
A scarf pinned around a bare neck
Hands shoved into large pockets

The season of chilly evenings and
Nights spent by the fireplace
Cocooned by thick blankets and
Yearning for comfort

A season of death, or perhaps, a new beginning
When the days grow shorter and
The nights grow lonelier
When the leaves stray too far from their branches.

A season of depression and
A tired mind
Searching for the motivation to wait for the light and the warmth
To return

a walk through central park

REQUEST: Fall walks through Central Park with anyone.

WARNINGS: fluff!!!!!!!!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: yo it’s hot as balls where i live so here’s me wishing that it’s actually like this in SD lol 


Summer hit New York hard and everyone, including you and Sebastian, felt it. Through sweaty and sticky days on months end, the weather finally started to cool down.

Stores had brought out their fall decorations starting with Halloween items and slowly pushing out Thanksgiving merchandise as well. The days seemed to grow shorter as night fell quicker than before.

The air was crisper, the sun not as hot or bright, and the leaves were starting to change color and fall of the tree branches. Jackets, boots, long sleeves, scarves came out from storage and were placed in the closet.

Summer was finally over and fall had arrived.

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She liked to pick berries in the summertime, when the days had just begun to grow shorter and the nights were still warm and buzzing with insects. She would pile them in one of Gheleon’s woven baskets, or wrap them in the cloth of her cloak if she stopped unplanned in the thick brambles that wound ‘round the collapsed pillars of the city.

Once, she pricked a finger, and the thrill of the pain brought a flush to her cheeks, but she told her Ghost to leave the wound and instead she watched the crimson bead and swell and drip and disappear into the soil, dark and rich, from which the brambles sprang.

“You’re like a child,” Perun told her long ago, a smile on her face, as she crouched and filled her cupped hands with heavy fruit. A joke, because neither of them have ever known what it is to be young.

Perun marches beside her now, cloak drawn tight against the wind and blowing snow. They are all together here, the Wolves who remain, the Wolves who were there first; Radegast the tallest, Jolder close behind him, the others ranging through the drifts. Efrideet has gone, and only Saladin seems to think the plague has not claimed her as it has the others.

There are no berries here, only the glowing red of unnatural growth: rampant, hungry; brambles twisted by the programmed need to consume. She had to turn away when the tendrils brought shambling half-life back to Nirwen’s corpse, and when Jolder smote her down again and again it was with tears in her eyes and no laughter in her heart.

“West they ran, in packs of three, towards the dying Light -”

Perun barks out a laugh. “You’re still going, even now?”

“Even now,” she says, because she cannot stop, even if the words are no longer a celebration but a dirge. The ice that clings to their cloaks will not kill them but it can slow them, and speed is the only chance they have. So Radegast claims - but she knows, just as they all know, that they are marching to their deaths.

Mercy,” Nirwen cried out as she fell, the same word that was on her lips when she rose, over and over, the sound of it twisted just as Nirwen had been twisted, until at last Jolder granted her wish and the thing that wore Nirwen fell silent.

“Bayed and howled as they went, Iron in their hands.”

The syllables sound too sharp in the way that Perun’s teeth look too sharp when the deep, cool liquor of the berries stains them. The snows end, and they descend into the forgotten hollows carved beneath the ruins of Old Russia. There is a strange heat here, though they are far from the sun; a heat that does not warm so much as it oppresses, and she shivers again beneath layers of leather and metal and fur.

The plague tries to stop them as they wind their way deeper, but they are pack now, the nine who remain; practiced, strong, they fight as one with a grimness of purpose that she remembers from the early days, when at last they learned to trust each other. No warlord, no Fallen could have stopped them as they are now. And yet death has always been the punishment for hubris, for those unworthy of the grail, and Timur at least would see the irony, the parallel.

There are no berries here. When they fell from her overflowing hands she let them lie, so that new seeds might take root. An echo of the greed that led them to this moment, perhaps; the belief that if they ever sipped too much the spilled drops would lead to ever-greater things, not to Lords lying dead and cold in the snow.

Get up, someone had begged Finnala. They had not needed to beg Nirwen.

“West they ran, in packs of three, towards the dying Light,” she says again, as the radiance consumes her for what must be the thousandth time, as she burns away another reaching swarm. Beside her, Gheleon says nothing, his trigger-pulls unerring, his face the mask it always is.

They make it to the chamber, and Radegast dies almost as soon as they breach the doors, torn apart by writhing constructs, the cry of fury on his lips cut short. Felwinter falls soon after, and she watches as his body disappears beneath the swarm, watches him rise again, his light gone, and turn his weapon on Silimar. Despite all that they have achieved, all that they have built, only this ignominy awaits them; the bonds that could not be broken in life are undone so quickly in death.

Gheleon screams. Perun does not; roars instead, but her end is the same, and her bright eyes go forever dark.

She thinks of berries, black and red, thinks of smiles and stains and white teeth and dark earth and green growth, of laughter well-earned and well-enjoyed. Gone, just as the memory of them will soon be gone. Jolder finds her eyes from across the room, and as the mites begin to swarm her, as she feels them forcing their way into eyes and ears and throat, she frees her fire for what she knows will be the final time, burns brighter than she ever has.

“West they run, in packs of three, towards the dying Light,

Far behind them stands the Tree, boughs as black as night.”

They were the first, and it is fitting that they are the last. Fitting that they should be forgotten, just as their forebears were all but forgotten. It is Jolder’s duty now, to do what must be done. She will not ask for mercy, for she knows that none awaits. She hopes only that when she falls, she does not rise; that the dark that has always lived in the shadow of their glory will, in the end, bring her rest.

Transiting Sun enters Sagittarius

November 21 - December 21, 2017

Sagittarius is a fire sign, and fire gives us light and warmth - so here in the Northern Hemisphere, the days are short (and growing still shorter), the nights are long, and it’s cold! How do we reconcile that reality with Sagittarius being a fire sign? It’s the defiance of the dark and cold that is really representative of Sagittarian fire. Holiday lights are everywhere, people are bundled up in new warm clothes (I hope), and there is overall a sense of relief that the year is finally drawing to a close - there’s the fire.

Anything in our birth charts touched by Sagittarius, shows this attitude of defiance and triumph over “the inevitable.” Look at all those Sag celebs! Wherever Sag falls in your chart, the Sun now shines upon it. It’s an optimistic, potentially (but I hope not) foolhardy area of life. We’re restless there, too, idealistic and imprudent and benevolent and dogmatic….

It’s also an area that Saturn has been hanging out in, for the past couple of years. That planet has been busy testing our understanding - Sag seeks a breadth of experience, but Saturn wants to deepen our perceptions and judgments. This is the season for a little review, after all. How do you feel about the past three years? The Sun’s annual trip through the sign can “shine a light” on the changes we’ve undergone, and how we may have matured.

All the aspects the Sun makes seem to clot themselves around the first three weekends in December. Only the first one is unremittingly aggravating! But, the end of the year isn’t just for unlimited partying and going ever more deeply into consumer debt. It’s a time for reflection, and for planning for the future. Check out where and how Saturn has turned you into a grown up, and brainstorm about how to use that effectively once Saturn goes into Capricorn.

Celebrities with Sun in Sagittarius:
KEITH RICHARDS, Jimi Hendrix, ScarJo, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jay-Z, Alyssa Milano, Bruce Lee, Nicki Minaj, Tina Turner, Frank Sinatra, Pope Francis, Ludwig van Beethoven, Hector Berlioz, Edith Piaf, Maria Callas, Steven Spielberg, Winston Churchill, Jane Fonda, Walt Disney, Sinead O’Connor, Ben Stiller, Paul Klee, Mandy Patinkin, Jim Morrison, Jamie Foxx, Samuel L. Jackson, Lucy Liu

Friday, December 1, Uranus Rx/Aries (24:59) sesquare Sun/Sagittarius (9:59);
Saturday, December 2, Mars/Libra (25:58) semi-square Sun/Sagittarius (10:58);
Pallas Rx/Aries (26:11) sesquare Sun/Sagittarius (11:11);
Sunday, December 3, Neptune/Pisces square Sun/Sagittarius (11:29)

Not to mention that December 2-3 is a Full Moon, and eight hours before that Mercury goes retrograde. Lovely! I feel like this is a real “push coming to shove” situation, in which we realize how deeply entrenched our 1st world entitlement has become. (And in my case, first world white entitlement.) It isn’t so much the realization, as it is our reaction to it. Streamline, simplify, and “realign with the bigger story of our life and our soul’s purpose.” (Emily Trinkaus, “The Mountain Astrologer” - article on the Gemini Full Moon.)

Planets/Points affected lie between 8:59 and 12:29 of the mutable signs Gemini*, Virgo*, Sagittarius*, and Pisces*; and between 23:59 and 27:29 of the cardinal signs Aries*, Cancer*, Libra*, and Capricorn*.

Saturday, December 8, Ceres/Leo trine Sun/Sagittarius, 18:01
North Node/Leo trine Sun/Sagittarius, 18:04;
South Node/Aquarius sextile Sun/Sagittarius, 18:04

Remember the ongoing North Node/Leo “personal authenticity” project? The Sun and Ceres are checking on our progress today. How much of a nurturer are we, anyway? This might play out as spending a little too much holiday cash on the kiddos - if we must overdo that, why not shell out for a memorable experience? A museum visit, an impromptu trip someplace new, a wilderness adventure, whatever. The experience will end up benefitting ourselves, too. (Me: trip to local
“New Age” bookstore for gift certificates, because my kids are adults.)

Planets/Points affected lie between 17:01 and 19:04 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

Tuesday, December 12, Mercury Rx/Sagittarius conjunct Sun/Sagittarius, 21:14

This is the Inferior Conjunction between the Sun and Mercury, and it will be blogged about separately.

Thursday, December 14, Eris Rx/Aries trine Sun/Sagittarius, 22:49;
Friday, December 15, Chiron/Pisces square Sun/Sagittarius, 24:22;
Saturday, December 16, Uranus Rx/Aries trine Sun/Sagittarius, 24:41;
Pallas Rx/Aries trine Sun/Sagittarius, 25:05

We’re identifying (Sun) with being rebellious, righteous pioneers. Whether or not this is even remotely accurate isn’t for me to say! What I hope for this pattern, the weekend before the solstice, is that we’re going to heal ourselves (the Chiron square) by unleashing new, improved, clean versions of our better selves.

Planets/Points affected lie between 23:22 and 25:22 of the mutable signs Gemini*, Virgo*, Sagittarius*, and Pisces*; and between 8:22 and 10:22 of the fixed signs Taurus*, Leo*, Scorpio*, and Aquarius*.

Planets/Points affected lie between 21:49 and 26:05 of the yang signs Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius.

castellomargot  asked:

You're writing/stories are exquisite!! How do I find your ficlet on dancing with Will & Hannibal?

Thank you! 

I don’t believe I’ve written a dancing fic for them (other than the stripper au and the belly-dancing one) so here are Will and Hannibal doing a bit of post-season 3 dancing.

“Right there,” Will says, causing Hannibal to pause his carving. “You’ve had this broken hearted look on your face all day and I can’t imagine it’s because of the pork roast.”

Hannibal finishes carving and serving the main course of their dinner. He sits to Will’s left at the head of the table, but doesn’t move to start. Will takes a sip of his wine. He folds his hands in his lap and waits.

“It’s August fifth.”

“All right.” Will says.

Hannibal looks at him, the date a knife in his chest Will is somehow unable to see.

“I would have thought you’d hold some sentimentality for your wedding anniversary.”

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Campaign Prompt:

The light is failing.

Not in a philosophical or metaphorical sense, not like good versus evil or hope versus despair, but in a most horrifying and terribly literal sense: The light is failing.

Each day, the light from the sun grows dimmer. Each time a lantern is lit, its light shines a little shorter. Shadows grow longer, nights grow colder. Even magical illumination seems to be losing its luminance. The world is marching inexorably towards a time of utter and complete darkness, and none can explain why.

Some are taking this in stride, namely the races possessed of greater vision than humankind (the elves are worried, the dwarves are scarcely concerned save for the growing lack of warmth, etc.), and the division of response is increasingly threatening to explode into a political division.

The party is conscripted by a very panicked council of philosophers to seek out the cause of this seeming apocalypse and, most importantly, discover if it can be reversed.

Hot Oil Prompt

Hi!  So…I haven’t written in awhile and I wanted to pick back up so…here goes nothing! I’m a massive Inuyasha fan and love reading Inufics so I figured I would start there~  I love @mustardyellowsunshine ‘s writing prompts so this is what I did with their 3rd prompt.  I’d love to know what y’all think of my little fluffy one shot.  <3  (Plz be kind.  I’m new to le tumblrzzz.  I’ve just been silently loving the Inu-community for years!) 

“So there I was, like, covered in hot oil!”

“How did you get away without a single burn?”

“Oh, well, I suppose it’s wasn’t that hot,” Kagome quickly corrected, the two girls walking with their heads together, their laughter floating up into the air and swirling into the evening sky above them.  “I was so embarrassed!  I had finally gotten the lead in the school play and what do I do? Sneeze into a candle during the climax of the entire story!  Oh, I could have died right then and there.”  Giggling over the memory, the young priestess looped her arm through the taijiya’s, bumping her hip as they continued along their path.  

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                              MABON (AUTUMN EQUINOX)

                             * Masterpost and helpful information HERE <—*                  
                           DATES: northern hemisphere date is September 20-23
                                       southern hemisphere date is March 20-23
 Also called The Witches Thanksgiving, Madron, Alban Elfed, Second Harvest, Wine Harvest, Harvest Home, and Harvestide. Keep in mind that pronunciation obviously differs between accents but, these are the most popular.
  Mabon is a fairly recent term we use for this day, naming it after Mabon son of Modron in Welsh folklore; it’s been more commonly referred to as the Autumn Equinox and just like the Spring, it divides the day and night equally. On this day we take some time to pay our respects to the waning sunlight and prepare for the coming darkness. Mabon is considered a time of balance because this is when we can relax and enjoy the payoff of going to school, working at our jobs, raising our families, or just coping with the poop that can sometimes pop up in daily life. 

The Equinox is the day of the year when the light is finally defeated by the darkness; from now on the days grow shorter and the nights get longer and colder. The green life energy of nature returns back into the Earths roots, giving us a sight of death in the treetops that has never looked more stunning. Although many view the Harvest season as a celebration of life, it is also a celebration of death and a reminder of the entire cycle of life. We are returning to the dark from whence we came but, before we do that, there has to be another feast! This is the Second Harvest and the Great Feast of Thanksgiving. The Goddess is radiant and wise in her age and the God who passed on his crown during Lammas now dies with unconditional love in his heart as he provides us with so much one last time. We don’t have to be sad though because he will return and that is why we celebrate! With death comes rebirth, reminding us that energy never truly dies… it only switches form.

Activities on Mabon vary with region, tradition and personal preference. Some may go out the evening before to collect certain herbs, flowers, rocks and other things found in nature but, for the most part, it is celebrated the day of. Group or solo rituals to give thanks are beneficial to do at this time, specifically relating around giving thanks to those you respect or look up to. Just make sure you have a large feast, sing, dance, have fun and take some time to remember that life is a celebration and it is what we choose to make of it!

  The Gods that are associated with Mabon are the Sun God, Mabon, Sky Father, the Corn Man, Thoth, Hermes, Hotei, Thor, Dionysus, Bacchus and all wine Deities + more, depending on specific path/cultural background The Goddesses that are associated with Mabon are Gaia, Triple Moon goddess, Modron, Bona Dea, Persephone, Demeter/Ceres, Morgan, Snake Woman, Pamona, the Muses + more, depending on specific path/cultural background The Colours of Mabon are pretty much all of the autumn colours like reds, oranges, browns, gold, greens and purple/violet Animals/Beings that correspond with this day are dogs, wolves, stags, blackbirds, owls, eagles, salmon, goat, gnomes, sphinx, minotaur and cyclops Essences that are perfect for Mabon would be benzoin, myrrh, and sage (TIP: mix these three together for the perfect autumn blend!) Also look into pine, frankincense, jasmine, black pepper, cinnamon and clove. Stones that pair perfectly with this celebration are clear quartz, amber, peridot, diamond, gold, citrine, yellow topaz, cat’s-eye, aventurine, sapphire, lapis lazuli, carnelian and amethyst. Popular things to consume during Mabon are wheat products, berries, nuts, grapes, acorns, seeds, dried fruits, corn, beans, squash, onions, carrots, potatoes, beets, apples, pomegranates, wine, ale and ciders Decorate your Altar with things like the corresponding herbs and stones. You can display acorns, pinecones, autumn leaves, pomegranates, a statue of the Triple Goddess in her Mother phase, wine, gourds, apples, dried flowers, and horns of plenty The areas you should put thought into during Mabon include what you have managed to achieve so far in the current year and the things that you are thankful for. Mabon is very much like Thanksgiving, representing a time to honour the cycle of life. It is very important to give thanks for the end of the harvest season and the abundance it provides.  Rituals and areas of Magick work include protection, security, self-confidence and balance. Prosperity and abundance rituals, reflection and past life recall. Some fun activities of Mabon include gathering dried herbs, plants and seeds that correspond with the season, walking in nature, scattering offerings in fields for the Gods, visiting burial sites and leaving things that you would also place on your altar to honour those who have passed over.  You could make a protection charm, corn dolls or a witch’s broom.

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the signs as fall
  • Aries: The last of the summer sun's rays warm your skin as you sit in a hidden corner of an apple orchard. The sour smell of rotting apples hits your nose as wasps buzz around. It's bittersweet.
  • Taurus: Sweaters and boots come out of their hiding places, filling your closet as fuzzy socks find their way onto your feet. Scarves curl around your neck and hats nestle themselves down over your ears, you've no excuses to be cold!
  • Gemini: You light up a bonfire one last time. You and your friends huddle close, watching the flames reach out into the air for a final goodbye. Days later your hair and clothes still smell like smoke and you smile.
  • Cancer: Rainy evenings call for you to stay inside, wrapped up in blankets on the living room couch. The television screen glows, lighting up your face. Both you and the rain have no intention of leaving and you don't mind.
  • Leo: Town and state fairs and carnivals roll around, people scream on rides that glow and flash vibrantly against the dimming sky. The smell of petting zoos, popcorn, and cotton candy meld with the sounds of laughter and metal thunder of each ride in a feeling of happiness.
  • Virgo: The gray of the morning sky blends into the same gray of the mid-afternoon as you drive out of town. The trees on far away hills burn in bright reds, oranges, and yellows, lighting up the earth more vibrantly than the sun.
  • Libra: Days become shorter as nights grow longer. The sun sets in deep shades of orange and rich purples. The leaves shake on the trees as the air turns crisp. You feel the earth turn beneath your feet as you try to take it all in.
  • Scorpio: Early mornings drowned in fog and draped with a blanket of wet leaves. Drops of water run down, streaking the fogged car window, giving you glimpses into all of the quiet neighborhoods you drive by.
  • Sagittarius: Birds fly south overhead as you make your way home. Your house is warmer, your bed softer, your blankets softer than you remember. You lay awake in bed with your dog nestled at your feet, you haven't been this cozy in months.
  • Capricorn: Books stack themselves around you as empty cups and mugs of coffee work their way into what free space is left on your desk. The smell of said books fills the air as a cat purrs on your bed, sometimes it's good to get lost in another world.
  • Aquarius: The cool air bites your cheeks and sweeps your hair out of your face as you ride your bike through the dark, streetlamp lit evening streets. You breeze through neighborhood after neighborhood, clearing your mind, alone and at peace with it.
  • Pisces: Halloween rolls around and the opportunity for disguise arises. There's no telling who you will or won't be and just who you are, and that's only half the joy.

anonymous asked:

My friend asked me a while back if I thought Ygritte was fridged (in the books). After thinking on it I'm still undecided. What are your thoughts?

I can see where that came from. Female character in a romantic relationship with the main male character, killed off to profound effect in that male character’s inner monologue…nine times out of ten I’d be suspicious and angry. There are two things that stop me from calling this a fridging.

Just so we’re clear going on, I understand fridging to be a female character’s death, primarily as a plot device to motivate a male character’s story.

First, while Jon is undoubtedly affected by Ygritte’s death and her death marks the end of his first romantic relationship, I don’t think Jon is motivated by Ygritte’s death. Jon’s actions in book five, the most we see of him after her death, are instead motivated in large part by profound empathy for the Free Folk - and that empathy developed independently of Ygritte’s death (though not her life). This is most poignantly shown in Jon V of ASoS:

Every day he spent among the wildlings made what he had to do that much harder. He was going to have to find some way to betray these men, and when he did they would die. He did not want their friendship, any more than he wanted Ygritte’s love. And yet…the Thenns spoke the Old Tongue and seldom talked to Jon at all, but it was different with Jarl’s raiders, the men who’d climbed the Wall. Jon was coming to know them despite himself: gaunt, quiet Errok and gregarious Grigg the Goat, the boys Quort and Bodger, Hempen Dan the ropemaker. The worst of the lot was Del, a horsefaced youth near Jon’s own age, who would talk dreamily of this wildling girl he meant to steal. […]

Jon had to bite his tongue. He didn’t want to know about Del’s girl or Bodger’s mother, the place by the sea Henk the Helm came from, how Grigg yearned to visit the green men on the Isle of Faces, or the time a moose had chased Toefinger up a tree. He didn’t want to hear about the boil on Big Boil’s arse, how much ale Stone Thumbs could drink, or how Quort’s little brother had begged him not to go with Jarl.

- Jon V, ASoS

Whether he ever wanted to or not, Jon sees the Free Folk as people first, through his interactions with more of the Free Folk than just Ygritte, and this drives his policies in ADWD.

“So tell me, my lord, what are these wildlings, if not men?”

- Jon XI, ADWD

Ygritte didn’t need to die for him to realise that. Ygritte’s death did not motivate him into choosing to try and make a peace with the Free Folk. Likewise with Jon’s realisations about the Others.

“Your losses haven’t been that heavy.”

“Not at your hands.” Mance studied Jon’s face. “You saw the Fist of the First Men. You know what happened there. You know what we are facing.”

“The Others…”

“They grow stronger as the days grow shorter and the nights colder. First they kill you, then they send your dead against you. The giants have not been able to stand against them, nor the Thenns, the ice river clans, the Hornfoots.”

“Nor you?”

“Nor me.” There was anger in that admission, and bitterness too deep for words. “[…] I’ve come with my tail between my legs to hide behind your Wall.”

- Jon X, ASoS

That chapter also features Jon thinking about what the North might be like if the Free Folk cross the Wall. The only mention of Ygritte in this conversation between Jon and Mance is what Ygritte told Jon. Again, there’s no link between her death and Jon’s decisions about how to act in this situation.

Second, Ygritte’s own story leads to her death. There’s doom written all over her. On a thematic level, she’s the representative and foremost proponent of the freedom found north of the Wall.

“D’ya think you’re the first crow ever flew down off that Wall? In your hearts you all want to fly free.”

“And when I’m free,” he asked, “will I be free to go?”

“Sure you will.” She had a warm smile, despite her crooked teeth. “And we’ll be free to kill you. It’s dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o’ it.”

- Jon I, ASoS

Yet that freedom is inevitably coming to an end in the face of the Others, one way or another. It is Ygritte who openly weeps on hearing ‘The Last of the Giants.’ (See this post for my thoughts on what the song means to her.) Then there’s Ygritte’s foreboding, bittersweet words to finish Jon III, ASoS:

“Let’s not go back to Styr and Jarl. Let’s go down inside, and join up with Gendel’s children. I don’t ever want t’ leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever.”

Returning to Styr and Jarl means returning to the reality where Ygritte is fully committed to attacking Castle Black and helping Mance’s host through the Wall  - and Jon is not. They will never be closer than they are at this moment. Literally. Jon hadn’t pulled out yet, at her request.

Sure enough, over the following chapters we see irreconcilable differences between the two, that only reinforce that this relationship is doomed in one way or another. They see things very differently.

“I hate this Wall,” [Ygritte] said in a low angry voice. “Can you feel how cold it is?”

“It’s made of ice,” Jon pointed out.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow. This wall is made o’ blood.”

- Jon IV, ASoS

What’s more, while Jon believes he might die, or will probably die in the continuance of his mission, he’s certain that if Ygritte continues as she does, she’s doomed. As is her cause.

She raised her chin defiantly, and gave her thick red hair a shake. “And men can’t own the land no more’n you can own the sea or the sky. You kneelers think you do, but Mance is going t’ show you different.”

It was a fine brave boast, but it rang hollow. […] “Ygritte,” [Jon] said in a low voice, “Mance cannot win this war.”

“He can,” she insisted. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. You have never seen the Free Folk fight!”

Wildlings fought like heroes or demons, depending on who you talked to, but it came down to the same thing in the end. They fight with reckless courage, every man out for glory. “I don’t doubt that you’re all very brave, but when it comes to battle, discipline beats valour every time. In the end Mance will fail as all the Kings-beyond-the-Wall have failed before him. And when he does, you’ll die.”

- Jon V, ASoS

This is the author speaking through Jon as much as anything else (Jon doesn’t know of the fall of Winterfell, nor that Robb will shortly be murdered), yet we see the truth of this when Mance Rayder’s overwhelming numbers break in the face of Stannis Baratheon’s superior organisation and tactics. As Jon thinks shortly before the first attack on Castle Black, the one in which Ygritte dies,

Ygritte, stay away. Go south and raid, go hide in one of the roundtowers you liked so well. You’ll find nothing here but death.

- Jon VII, ASoS

On a character level, Ygritte did not die because of anything Jon did or was or failed to do. She died because she did dangerous work, put herself at risk, and physically fought for the things she believed in. We first meet her when Jon is this close to killing her. Her mortality is foregrounded in that chapter, to say the least.

“You never killed a woman before, did you?” When he shook his head, she said, “We die the same as men.”

- Jon VI, ACoK 

So basically, when that crucial link between Ygritte’s death and Jon’s foremost motivations doesn’t seem to exist, the author establishes right off the bat that Ygritte isn’t safe, consistently shows that her death is a likelihood, and ultimately kills her off not for her relationship with a man but acting in furtherance of her own personal goals (in this case directly opposed to her love interest), I don’t think I personally would call it a fridging.

anatomy of a second language 

When a sadness chews at the bottom of your heart, it’s as though you walk all day with your dress on backwards, the buttons facing the forest, the collar facing the village.

- Deathless, Catherynne M Valente

John moves through the hall silently, hardly disturbing even the shadows. Night fell hours ago – the days grow shorter – and the quiet inside the halls is deep. During the day, Winterfell hums with the shared breaths and labors of near a thousand men and women dedicated to restoring it, preparing for winter, preparing for war. But in the night it’s so quiet and still, he thinks sometimes he can  hear his own heartbeat.

Too quiet, in truth.

There are ghosts in Winterfell, and in the night, John can hear them whispering.

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Midsummer Ideas

I’ll be going camping with the fam till mid next week, so I’ll leave you with some Midsummer/Litha celebration ideas for until I get back.

-It’s the longest day of the year, so you can create an altar for light, fire, and/or the sun with candles, a fire bowl, sparklers, stones and herbs associated with the sun, reflective objects, a gold altar cloth, etc.

-If you’re more into night and darkness, wait for sunset and do a little ritual to welcome the returning night, as now for the next six months, the nights will be growing longer and the days shorter. Light a gold candle shortly before sunset and extinguish it when the sun is gone, bury it and replace it with a black or silver one. Leave offerings and prayers for dark deities. 

-The sun enters Cancer this day, which is a water sign, so you can honor that too by swimming, visiting the ocean, pegging water balloons at those who have wronged you, taking a ritual bath/shower…

-Drum circles and other music making. (You can also include making the drums and shakers in your festivities, especially if you have kids).

-Making and leaving treats for the fairies because either a.) you genuinely like them, or b.) to give them a peace offering so they won’t hide your stuff or fuck up your house.

-Do research on sun deities.

-Meditate on the Sun’s energy. (*whispers* work on your tan.)

-This year it’s on the same day as the full moon, so take advantage of this glorious blend of solar and lunar energy. Work magick to promote harmony, healing, bringing much needed motivation, energy, or inspiration into your life, bringing in new relationships, or strengthening already existing bonds. 

-Watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, Book 3: Fire, Chapter 13: “The Firebending Masters.” I’m not entirely joking, this episode gives a nice commentary on the properties of fire and the sun.

-Wildly dance around the bonfire like the heathen you are.



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Have fun, ya’ll.

Astrology & The Seasons

The Signs are associated with the Season in which they occur. The entire Tropical (Western) Astrology system is constructed around the seasons. Aries begins when the Sun crosses the Vernal Equinox Line and Spring begins.

The Summer Solstice marks the beginning of Cancer, the Winter Solstice marks the start of Capricorn, and the Autumnal Equinox signifies the beginning of Libra. It is from those Cardinal points that the 30° divisions are drawn.

The Cardinal Signs are the signs of initiation - and they mark the beginning of a Season. The Fixed Signs are the signs of sustainability - and they occur when a Season is at its most stable, 30° after the beginning of the Cardinal Sign that preceded them. The Mutable Signs are the signs of adaptability - and they take up the time period when Seasons are changing, 30° after the beginning of the Fixed Sign that preceded them, and 30° before the Cardinal Sign that succeeds them.

Aries is the beginning of Spring, Taurus is full-fledged Spring, Gemini is the transition from Spring to Summer, Cancer is the beginning of Summer, Leo is Summer at its hottest, Virgo is the transition from Summer to Fall, Libra is the beginning of Fall, Scorpio is full-fledged Fall, Sagittarius is the transition from Fall to Winter, Capricorn is the beginning of Winter, Aquarius is Winter at its coldest, and Pisces is the transition from Winter to Spring.

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“When I see your smile . Tears run down my face I can’t replace  And now that I’m strong I have figured out . How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul . And I know I’ll find deep inside me I can be the one 
I will never let you fall . I’ll stand up with you forever . I’ll be there for you through it all . Even if saving you sends me to heaven
It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. 
Seasons are changing. And waves are crashing . And stars are falling all for us. Days grow longer and nights grow shorter. I can show you I’ll be the one” 💠The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angels💠
I’ll stand by you my love and never leave you…❤❤❤❤ 
#prayforonew #weloveyouonew #onewprotectionsquad
#onewmymvp #Onew #Jonghyun #Key #Minho #Taemin #LeeJinki #KimJonghyun #KimKibum #ChoiMinho #LeeTaemin #SHINee #SHINeeWorld #Shawols #OT5
#SexyLeaderOnew #CharmingLeaderOnew #CuteLeaderOnew #WeAreLivingInTheSMTown

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Dropping Anchor 2/5

SUMMARY: As if returning home penniless and heartbroken isn’t bad enough, the last thing Emma needs is for her mom to get her a job – and for her future boss to pull her out of the harbor before she even knows his name. But Killian Jones has never been afraid of the water…

Rating: M (later)

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A follower appreciation “one shot” for @32variations that got completely out of hand, part 2. 

I love the photosets @lenfaz made for this (just you wait for the one for part 3) and am so happy she offered when she heard about this project! And a big thank you to @evil–isnt–born for beta duties in the midst of holiday madness. 


She doesn’t mean for it to happen, but somehow after that night of drunken companionship on the docks, she can’t seem to find a way to apply the word stupid to Killian Jones.

It’s awkward when she first arrives at the bar. Killian is obviously nursing a hangover, dark shadows under his eyes and his scruff unkempt. The sight gives her pause, a flicker of something like curiosity, only somehow more tugging at her. He wasn’t sober when he left her at her door, but he wasn’t that drunk, either. Had he gone home and started drinking again? And if he did, why?

Firmly telling herself it isn’t her concern – and that the last thing she wants to do is open the door she’s firmly slammed shut on all the things she thought she wanted to do with him last night under the influence of way too much tequila and rum –Emma settles into the rhythm of Monday afternoon. The bar isn’t that busy, only the handful of regulars present in their accustomed spots, and it doesn’t take long before she’s run out of things to do to occupy herself.

She tries leaning against the wall opposite the bar, her eyes drifting toward the TV without really absorbing anything occurring on the screen. It’s mostly just a way to avoid the heavy weight of Killian’s bloodshot eyes that follow her around the bar – he isn’t even attempting to be subtle about it; the few times she’s looked up and met his gaze, he hasn’t looked away, his stare full of questions.

It’s as if she’s a puzzle he’s determined to solve, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes slightly narrowed. What the big mystery is, she has no idea. Emma likes to think of herself as fairly straightforward. Maybe she’s not into sharing her deepest secrets, but what’s so complicated about that?

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Banana & Pumpkin Spice Bread with Dark Chocolate

There is a word in Swedish that specifically describes that warm, comforting feeling you get when cozying up to a fire, tea cup in hand, and the taste of sweet baked bread lingering in the tongue. Fika is only specific to northern countries where days become shorter and nights colder during the long winter months. Growing up in Puerto Rico there was no need to cozy up to anything. We were sweating through the day; findings respite in shaded spaces, with just enough sea breeze to easy all troubles away. When moving to the states, I discovered the power of tea in negative digit temperatures and the gratifying effects of well-spiced cookies. Banana bread gained a whole new meaning and so did ginger cookies. These previously irrelevant treats now seemed essential to survival. They magically warmed up the bones and soothed the mind.

Fall baking should feel like a warm hug: always be spicy, mildly sweet, and decadent. This quick bread is a delicious hybrid of banana and pumpkin bread. The secret ingredient is butternut squash. When mixed with a ripe banana, almond flour, and oatmeal, butternut squash pure serves as a super moist base to a super moist bread. It is seasoned with fresh ginger, nutmeg, vanilla, and cloves, the topped with rich dark chocolate. Gently sweetened with maple syrup and a few dates, this cake is decadent without being overtly sweet. The balance between the aromatic spices, sweet bananas, and savory cake, against bitter chocolate makes for one tasty treat.

Perfect for breakfast, this recipe is best when served warm with a tall mug of steamy tea. Cozy up!

Banana & Pumpkin Spice Bread with Dark Chocolate

Cook time 60 minutes

Serves 8 

  • 1 large extra ripe banana
  • 1 cup roasted butternut squash or pumpkin puree
  • 3 eggs
  • ½ cup maple syrup
  • 1 tbsp. vanilla extract
  • 2 dates
  • ¼ cup coconut oil
  • 1 tsp. cinnamon
  • 1-inch piece fresh ginger
  • ¼ tsp. cloves
  • 1 ½ cups almond flour
  • 1 cup gluten-free rolled oats
  • ½ tsp. sea salt
  • 1 tsp. baking soda 
  • ¼ cup chopped dark chocolate

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Grease a loaf pan with coconut oil. Line with parchment paper. Set aside.

Add bananas, squash puree, eggs, maple syrup, vanilla,coconut oil, and spices to a blender. Pulse until smooth and well incorporated. Add dry ingredients and pulse until well incorporated.

Pour batter into greased pan. Add chocolate chunks over the top. Bake for 30 minutes. Reduce heat to 325 degrees Fahrenheit and bake for another 20 minutes.

Remove from oven and let cool completely before transferring out. Tastes best warm.

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REQUEST:  Hmmmm hubby cAL imagine? THANKS gurls

A/N: Thank you for your request, beb.  I literally love this gif because… Grant Gustin.  I have another imagine in the drafts.  I hope you guys like this one.  Let me know what you think.


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November welcomes wailing winds, as their goal is to leave every tree without a single leaf. Autumn rains wash away every trace of leftover summertime warmth. Days grow shorter and nights grow colder, and though the year is nearing it’s end, there’s a refreshing promise in the air that everything will soon begin again.
—  november’s truth (autumnablaze)

I wish I could be at a beach somewhere in the south where it’s still warm and I can be alone. It’s an element I love about cancer season because it’s summer where it’s hot enough to be near the ocean and have quiet moments to heal yourself. Scorpio season is the most harsh water season. It’s like a period of darkness where memories you thought were hidden float to the surface like a dead body in a stagnant pond. You remember all your embarrassing faults and mistakes as the days grow shorter and are shrouded by longer nights so you have more time to waste away in your bed avoiding the cold as you are stuck thinking about all the things you could have done instead of being awful.