and the glorious wind


“Go to bed, you fool,“ Calcifer said sleepily. "You’re drunk.”
“Who, me?” said Howl. “I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.” He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.”

Wow! Take a look at this 1950’s vintage Movado 3 Register Chronograph. This watch features an original, patinated dial with luminous Arabic numerals, a 35mm, stainless steel case and a 17-jewel, manual-wind CML-90 movement. A glorious example! (Store Inventory # 10973, listed at $4800, available for purchase online & in store.) 

I’ve been told I’m clear to watch ED5, so let’s do that, shall we?

It begins with what felt like a full 20 seconds just for young Hohenheim standing in his ancient hometown, glorious hair blowing in the wind. And then, a sudden cut to Trisha’s grave… and now, a horde of Xerxians.

Man. What a lovely shot. These are the people lost forever, the people writhing within all the Homunculi, the people carried to this day by Hohenheim.

Xerxes means so much in this story. These people are the lifeblood of the show… literally.

shaneduskwolf  asked:

I really enjoy reading DW fics revolving around telepathy, and when they fall in love and explore a telepathic connection. Are there any fics you know of that illustrate that romantic connection really well? I love how close they become because of it

Sorry for how long this has taken! I always end up overthinking when it comes to finding recs. There are SO MANY good fics involving telepathy, and if I do too many, Tumblr will break the links, so I’ll try to rein it in!

See also: @thedalektables Telepathy Rec List, Bonding Rec List,  and telepathy tag,  the telepathy tag on @tardisbibliothek, and telepathic bond on @readingroomrose (I’ll try not to duplicate too much but we’ll see :P.) ETA: and this @dwficrec (and I always assume everybody knows about @allegoricalrose’s lists but I should add for completeness)

These I have read and loved, so they’re going to skew to my personal taste! :P I’ve listed just one per author, but I rec all these authors in general!

Lists under the cut!

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art-of-wandering  asked:

I do have a final request(s) after all. Could you please post the theme from the new Fairy Tail movie? Also could you try, because I am fairly certain they won' t pass the copyright test, Against the Wind or Glorious Days from the Kuroko Last Game movie. Not sure where to find them now that Hikari no Akari has them locked up in their forum. Thanks in advance for everything. You know where to find me if you ever need song help(although I'm locked out of bakabt now that their private). >^_^<

I’ll upload them to the queue!

(You could just sign up for their forum :P It’s easy!)

Creepypasta #1019: I Buy Antlers - All Kinds!

Length: Super long

CASH FOR ANTLERS! screamed the homemade cardboard sign at the side of the winding mountain road.

I slowed my car down to stare at it, immediately drawn in by the curious sight and enthusiastic words.

As a freelance photojournalist hoping to make it big with my portraits of the still-wild western United States, I was always on the lookout for all things strange, quirky and quaint. I’d soon discovered the remote mountain villages of New Mexico to be a goldmine for off-the-wall and unexpected gems.

In search of the perfect stories, I’d wandered among the blood-colored bluffs and cliffs, gathered sweet-scented sagebrush alongside wild horses, and scrambled across craggy lava flows that had buried the bones of ancient dinosaurs. I’d been blessed by medicine women and slept in haunted hotels. I’d even crawled into the dark hollows of allegedly haunted mine shafts in search of long-lost Spanish gold.

Even still, it was never good enough. After returning home, I’d often feel restless and unfulfilled, my blood hemorrhaging from some unseen cavern in my body. I’d dream of being taller than a mountain, burying my enormous hands into every cranny and every canyon, trailing my fingertips through the pallid white sand dunes, dipping my toes in the cold snowmelt streams. From above, my eyes would survey the landscape, its hills and arroyos as textured as the back of a horned lizard, and my dreamer’s heart would thrum and throb with love for my homeland, strange as it was.

But I’d never seen anything like this sign, a sudden flicker of civilization in the remote and untamed Jemez Mountains.

Such a fervent prayer for the severed, bony protrusions of hoofed mammals. I heard the prayer repeating, repeating, in the hidden folds of my mind.

What in the world would anyone want with antlers?

I parked my car in the gravel turnout, and slung my camera over my shoulder. I got out of the car and walked closer.

“Hey there,” came a voice from behind a parked pickup truck I hadn’t noticed until that moment. A man stood up from his canvas lawn chair he’d placed in the truck’s shade. “Have you got something to sell?”

“Ah,” I said. “No. I was just curious about the sign.”

“Curious?” the man said, slowly plucking pistachios and pinyons from a plastic bag. He cracked the nuts with his thumb, their dry shells plinking in the gravel like clipped fingernails.

“Why do you buy antlers?” I asked. “What sorts of antlers?”

“All kinds,” he said, simply, breezily, with the casual grace of an experienced salesman.

“I’m sorry to be rude or nosy,” I apologized. “I’m a journalist and photographer, and I’ve never seen anything like this. If I may ask, what do you do after you buy them?”

“I resell them, mostly,” he answered. “Tourists and locals like them for decoration. Some of them I carve into knife handles. I’ll take anything you’ve got. Deer, elk, bighorn sheep, pronghorn, chamacorn. You know. Anything.”

“Wait. What?” I said. “What was that last one?”

“What?” he said. “Anything. I said I’ll take anything.”

“You said-“

He stared at me.

I looked back towards my car, and considered just walking away. But oh! I desperately wanted that photograph. Or at least, I wanted some sort of souvenir. Something to plug the hole in the bleeding depths of my secret heart.

The man beckoned to me.

“Come on up to the shed,” he said. “I’m sure I’ve got what you’re looking for.”

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Surprised Presence: Draco Malfoy One Shot {Requested by Anon}

Request: Can I have a draco malfoy imagine where draco and his friends always tease y/n. then one day that they are teasing her draco tells his friends to leave because he said he is going to “deal with her”. After they leave he pushes her up against a wall and kisses her and she is in total shock but kisses him back? Thanks!!

Your P.O.V

“Ey, lung head!” A low and broad voice called from down the corridor.

I rolled my eyes, along with Hermione. We both turned our back to meet the smug expressions of Draco Malfoy, prissy boy of Lucius, and his hounds, Crabbe and Goyle.

The three were trudging towards us, pushing numerous clumps of students out of the way. Crabbe even pushed over a little first year.

“Should we just keep on walking?” Hermione whispered quietly.

“C’mon.” I say back quickly, turning around on the tip of my heel.


Draco, Crabbe & Goyle all ran up in front of us and stepped on our shoes to prevent us from going any farther. Hermione gave me a worry full look, but then shot a dangerous one to Malfoy.

Ever since the middle stages of our first year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has always find some sort of excuse to both manipulate and tease me. I don’t know why, but it just happens. To be completely honest with you, it doesn’t really take a toll on me at all. I just wonder, why.

“How’s the little bug head doing today, huh?” Malfoy taunted at me.

“Just leave her alone. She hasn’t gone about your business, so why go about hers?” Hermione said loudly, without a pinch of fear being audible.

“And for any of you who actually think that this is worth it-”

“HUSH IT MUDBLOOD!” Malfoy screamed at her.

Hermione sucked in a breath as soon as those words escaped Draco’s mouth. I looked over at her squeezing her eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears that would flow at any moment.

“Just go, ‘Mione. I’ll see you in the common room in just a bit.” I said to her, eyeing Draco.


“Please, just go. Tell Harry and Ron that I’m at the library studying for Slughorn’s test.”

With that she walked away.

“Looks like it’s just you and me.” Draco said lowly, stepping closer to me as Crabbe and Goyle followed behind him like lost puppies.

Crabbe and Goyle were trying to be intimidating to me. Their faces we’re scrunched up in tight balls, while their eyes were slinted and creased upwards. I actually wanted to laugh.

Draco was staring right into my soul.

His silver blue eyes were imbedding within my brown ones. His body was towering over my figure, muscles clamping as he stepped closer and I took one back. It actually looked quite attractive.

Wait, what?

“What should we do with her, Draco?” Goyle’s nasty voice remarked, while cracking his knuckles.

“Should we toss her book down the toilet?” He suggested.

“Or maybe even pour broomstick cleaner on her?” Crabbe came in.

“Are you serious? Is that all you can do?” I laughed in their faces. Their expression were mild, but Draco’s eyes didn’t leave me at all. He didn’t even flinch.

“Draco?” Crabbe said, shaking him a bit.

“What should we do?” Goyle asked.

Can you believe this?

“I’ll deal with her. You guys run off and I’ll meet you later.” Malfoy protested back.

We were all in utter shock.

“Okay then?” Goyle questioned, but walked off in the other direction with Crabbe following behind him.

Is Draco being serious right now? I can’t even believe this! He wants to be alone, with me? What could even possibly happen now? I mean, is he going to kill me or something? Wait, no. He wouldn’t ever do that. I suppose…

“Pesky little rat you are.” He muttered.

“What?” I scoffed back at him.

“Nothing. I just said how nice you are.” He laughed.

“You little fucker.” I beamed at him.

“Oooo, we have a bad ass here.” He mimicked.

“I have only one thing to ask you and that’s it.” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What?” I said back rudely.

Draco clenched his jaw, creating a reluctant strength underneath his mouth. His hand went into the large pockets of his robes as he stood with his weight on one leg.

“Why do you tease me so much?” I asked him.

“And do you even have a reason for it?” I added in.

“You said you only had one question-”

“Fuck that, I want answers. I’m sick of you just coming around and tossing at me like I’m some sort of doll of yours. Your hounds over there aren’t completely the most pleasurable people I presume. You need to suck this all up and become a real man.” I taunted at him, rolling my eyes as he gushed out in a giggle.

“A real man?! I’m already a real man!” He chuckled out.

“Are you kidding me? Last time you said that you ran into the girls laboratory!” I shouted into his face. His laugh descended along with his smile.

“You need to realize what pain and suffering you’ve put me through. It makes me sick to think that such thoughts could be in a persons mind. You know, I actually thought you were a nice person.” I said to him. I softened up a bit.

“I am (Y/N).” Draco said.

“Wait-” I said.

“Did you just call me by my actual name?” I questioned. My thoughts turned into positive ones towards him, and I actually started to believe that he may actually be the good person he claims to be.

“Y-Yes.” He stuttered out.

“It’s actually a quite nice one I might add.” He said once more, looking down at the floor.

“Don’t kid around with me Malfoy! I know all your little tricks! I’ve been played by them for the past 5 years!” I screamed at him.

“If you even plan to come near me I swear to Merlin I’ll-”

My sentence was interrupted by a pair of soft, lustful lips crashing onto mine. It felt as if I was kissing a cloud on high winds, brisling me away into a glorious imagination. I soon realize it was Draco whom’s lips were on mine.

I gruntled in disbelief, trying to break out of his grip from complete shock.

Was this actually real?

Am I in a dream?

I couldn’t believe what was going in in this moment. His hand was wrapped around my waist as another crept onto my cheek, cupping it and moving his mouth to make the kiss deeper.

I felt myself melt into the mold of the kiss. The passion that went along with it was tremendous, and I never felt anything like it. I closed my eyes and redeemed the feeling I craved for such a long time. I felt love.

His tongue glided along the bottom of my lip, causing me to moan and wrap my arms around his neck, causing the kiss to go even more deeper. Our lips were moving in synch and complete bliss. Nothing could ever ruin this moment I had between him.

What seemed like seconds, our lips detached as our mouths grasped for air. Our eyes met in the touch.

“What was that for?” I asked, brushing his hair out if his eyes.

“Everything that I didn’t say.”

Oh. My. God.

You really hadn’t planned this, scouts honor.

You had only come to see if Jason was alright. To make sure he wasn’t bleeding all over the place, or neglecting himself as per the usual behavior.

Imagine your surprise when you see him working out, doing pull ups, shirtless no less. The sight alone made you feel like someone had punched the wind out of you.

Every muscle was on glorious display, his biceps flexing with every pull. You remmber briefly wanting to call attention to yourself. But with every passing second your resolve faded.

This was silly really, you couldn’t even speak. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him naked before, it’s just you usually do it with the lights off. Besides you’re usually so taken away by the moment you hardly try to memorize every inch of his body.

Every single fiber of his muscles contracting, and expanding. The way his shoulders twitch everytime he comes down, the way his back contracts whenever he pulls himself over the metal bar. The thick layer of sweat you can make out, his entire body glowing under the fluorescent lights. The way his hair clumps together from the sweat.


You need a paper bag, or a cigarette or something.

Just when you feel like you’re losing all control, he drops down, apparently finished.

He drapes a towel over his shoulder, turning around.

His expression is what really gets you.

At first he’s scowling, eyebrows furrowed over piercing blue eyes. If you thought his backside was impressive, the front is something completely different.

You always knew he was fit, he went around beating up criminals after all. But this was an entire different level. His six pack practically had a six pack. His chest is heaving, and suddenly it’s like your entire body has gone numb.

The minute he see’s you his brow relaxes. He’s still breathing hard, but there’s a shy grin on his lips.

“(Y/N).” It’s just your name, but it makes you want to explode. “What are you doing here?” You can barely hear him, you’re still staring at him with wide eyes, the most turned on you’ve ever been in your life.

Actual sex isn’t even half as sexy as he is right now.

“Do you have a cigarette?” You ask, his eyebrows pull together once more, he has a hard time believing you came all the way here just to ask for a cigarette, but he nods.

He leaves for a second, trifling through his clothes before finding the pack he bought yesterday. He tosses it to you, and it fumbles out of your grasp. As you bend to pick it up he returns with the lighter.

“I didn’t think you smoked.” He notices the way your hands shake as you pull one out, he lights it for you as you slip it between you fingers.

You take a drag and promptly cough.

“I don’t.”

You stand like that for a few minutes, Jason watching the thin stick disappear between your lips.

Honestly it’s kind of a turn on for him, seeing his good girl do something so bad.

“Come home in ten minutes.” Usually it’s a question, but today it sounds more like a demand.

Your (Y/E/C) eyes are narrow, and he doesn’t miss the way they’ve darkened, or how they linger on his body. You flick the used cartridge onto the ground, grinding it with the heal of your shoe.

When your eyes meet his again there’s a light red dusted over his cheekbones, and a boyish grin arched onto his lips.

“Ten minutes? I’ll go home with you right now.” He’d hoped it would lighten the mood a bit, maybe ease a smile onto that pretty face of yours.

“Well fair warning, we might not make it all the way home.”

A/N: Might make an NSFW part 2 if you guys want.

you were the evening,
i saw you everywhere
you wrapped yourself in summer breeze and flew, with that wind chime laugh
you were the glorious world in a blur, rushing to meet me
in everything, in the spokes of the wheels, beneath the pedals, somewhere in between my burning lungs, i found you
breathless with exhilaration, i see you and know you feel it too
i see you, in the palette of this turning earth, your vibrance was streaked in the whispering woods and the flaxen sky
the glowing moon rose above, ever watching the curve of the horizon that flares with the sear of day
and i remember you in my soaring heart, and i remember that i have healed, and i remember you are still with me in everything i do