any weave

Sitting by the steps smoking, a frozen Pisces. It’s like she feels everything and also nothing all at the same time. She wears a cloak of invisibility, and it seems to find and soak all the secrets, wounds, and fears that everybody wants to hide. She can be a thousand women in one, seamlessly weaving into any shape or persona, her mind and body is in tune with so much more wisdom than anyone could know. Like she exhales the frost that other people have left around her heart, she goes into exile, a safe place to rest her 
weary head. Here she creates an imaginary world of her own, lined with crystal icing and royal bedding, even if her own room is a war zone. She is too delicate and sacred to live fully out there amongst the wolves

-C.


240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.

A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.

“Welcome to the 187th Annual Quidditch Match!”

“Oh, I regret this already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr. Black, we do not number our matches that way.”

“Well, we should,” Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”

“I think the system we’re using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.

With a nod and a wink, Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset. I get it. Change is hard.”

Professor McGonagall looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave yourself.”

“Did I?” Sirius asked innocently.

With a glare from his professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”

Despite the fact that she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once, indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.

Eager, Sirius immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.

Ignoring her, Sirius continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”

“This is our fourth game,” McGonagall corrected.

“On one side, we have the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”

Cheers erupted from the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the stadium.

“On the other side, we have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”

Cheers that matched the same volume from before went out for this other team.

“Let the battle BEGIN!”

“It’s – it’s not a battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just to get through this game with Sirius at her side.

“And the balls have been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They look like they mean business.”

The coach stepped out on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the ball into the air.

“And the quootle has been set free!”

“It’s the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected him.

“And we’ve got Kelly from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”

“Mr. Black, it’s called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.

“Kelly’s passing the quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa. Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing. Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just gotten themselves 15 points.”

“No,” McGonagall said with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”

“Yeah, but I thought that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”

“That’s not how the game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”

Sirius scoffed, “Of course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch? Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”

James waved his arm in a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.

Sirius tutted, clearly not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take one small moment to say hello. But no. Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he thinks is most important.”

“Ten points to Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.

“Oh no, after that rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor. Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.

Rolling her eyes, McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take away points from the teams.”

“Sure I can.”

“No, I assure you that you can’t.”

“Well, fine,” Sirius answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”

“You can’t do that either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just scored, but that’s it.”

“Ugh, fine,” Sirius answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.

McGonagall grabbed the scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.

“And Roger picks up the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes, but gorgeous.”

“Mr. Black – “ McGonagall started.

Sirius interrupted her, “I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done. Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then – INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”

“Mr. Black, stop objectifying the female players.”

“Would it make you feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I hear a hell yeah from the audience if you agree?”

Sirius looked mighty pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”

“Gerry passes it back to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”

Marian, the Ravenclaw Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.

“Alright, now where is that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”

“It’s the bludger, Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And another 10 points for Gryffindor.”

“The blooder?” Sirius asked.

“Bludger,” she corrected.

“Blugger?”

“BLUD-GER. 10 points to Ravenclaw.”

Snapping his fingers together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”

“Mr. Black – “

“I’m just saying,” Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”

“He’s not running away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”

Sirius tugged the microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s gonna get the snatch!”

“The snitch!” McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.

“He’s gonna get it! Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with his ugly face.”

“Mr. Black, don’t insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.

“It’s true,” Sirius answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”

“10 points to Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.

“Anyway, I’m rooting for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now! Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”

“Black! You will stop that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to Gryffindor.”

“He’s reaching – he’s reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to Gryffindor.”

“150!” McGonagall yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”

“Hot damn Gryffindor,” Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed in your beds this morning, huh?”

“Alright, that’s enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for Sirius to comply.

Sirius did with a smile and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”

McGonagall answered with a swift and resounding, “No.”

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 49

Sitting on the floor, me in his lap and nessled in his warm embrace, I realized this wasn’t about how well I didn’t fit in his life, it was about how well I DID. Initially, I was so shocked by what was happening I could see past it to figure out the ‘why’. All I saw was the action especially because is was so not like him.

Seeing that now, I was filled with regret. I wish I had taken another moment to step outside of my emotions and see the truth but I couldn’t. Even with Shannon’s advice to ignore it, I just didn’t put it together.

“You’re here now.” I said softly, my arms holding him close as my hands soothed his back.

We were both quiet for a moment, savoring the comfort of being in each other’s arms again. I could feel his nose buried against my neck and each exhale he took, it fluttered across my skin.

“I would only have myself to blame you if you left, I’m fucking up left and right today.” Jared said, pulling back slightly, our eyes connecting.

I couldn’t let him finish, I interrupted, “I couldn’t leave you like that…” I insisted, “Not ever.”

“I’m so sorry for how I acted, Vivie. I was way out of line.” Jared whispered against my lips before softly kissing me, “Thank you for not giving up.”

Cupping his cheek in my hand I whispered, “Thank you… I’m sorry too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby.”

“I disappointed you.”

“You didn’t. I just…. It was just…ahhh.” he said, trying to gather his thoughts, “I don’t know..”

Looking away, he was struggling with what to say. He was searching for a reason to explain away his behavior. To do that, he knew he’d have to tell me how he feels and it was clear he wasn’t ready for that. I couldn’t fault him for that. I wasn’t exactly ready either.

“It’s okay…” I said, not wanting him to torture himself any longer.

Weaving my fingers into his damp hair, I gently pulled his lips to mine. Kissing him softly, I tried to express how much he means to me. I felt his true emotions as each kiss got deeper and deeper. With his tongue buried in my mouth and our hands gripping each other’s body, we finally felt connected again. This moment gave us a chance to reset ourselves and close the distance between our hearts.

Pulling his lips from mine, “Did you hear that?” He asked.

“Hear what?” I whispered.

A split second later, there was a knock on the door. This time we both heard it.

“Someone’s at the door.” He said, shifting me in his lap, “Probably Emma.”

We were still crumpled on the floor in front of the couch so I used the seat of it to lift myself off his lap. Slipping from under my legs he stood up then went to the door, pulling it open just as the person on the other side started to knock again.

“Hey..” Jared said, opening the door.

“You forgot your phone.” Shannon said, handing it to Jared.

“Thanks man.”

“Everything okay?”

Opening the door just a bit more, Shannon peaked around Jared to see me sitting on the couch, “Yeah, it will be.”

With a nod to his brother, Shannon said, “Good. See you guys in the morning.”

“Okay, good night. Thanks Shan.”

Closing the door quietly behind him, Jared came back to the couch and sat down next to me. Pulling my legs across his lap, he took my hand in his.

“Shannon?” I asked.

“Yeah. He dropped my phone off.” Jared said quietly, “About Shan….”

This was the other elephant in the room that I knew we needed to talk about but I wasn’t going to bring it up. Jared really lashed out at me after he saw Shannon and I talking and it was so upsetting. I could only imagine what he actually said to him concerning all this.

“I know he was trying to help and honestly, he knows me better than anyone so if you’re going to take advice from someone about me, he’s who you need to take it from. I was so wrapped up and pissed off about the whole day. It was just building and building. When I saw you guys talking and laughing and I just felt…. I don’t know, dismissed and it set me off.”

“I’m so sorry you felt that way, Jared.” I said, my heart clenching at the thought of him feeling like I dismissed his feelings, “When you looked over and Shannon and I were talking, it was only a few minutes and I don’t think he realized teasing you would upset you so much.”

“He told me I was overreacting and I didn’t want to hear it. Then the whole throwing his arm around you and the little wave… I saw red.” He said, “I’ll apologize to him tomorrow but I’m saying it to you now. I’m sorry.”

Wanting to be closer to him, I skootched myself up onto his lap. Laying my arm across his shoulders, I took his other hand in mine.

“I understand and I apologize for my part in it too.” I said, folding my arms around him I pressed my chest against his as I whispered in his ear, “I never want you to think your feelings are dismissed. I wouldn’t ever do that.”

“I know…”

We stayed like that together, holding onto each other. Comforting each other and at least for me, hoping these were just little growing pains every relationship has. For now, we seemed to be on the same page again and I desperately wanted it to stay that way.

“It’s getting really late, you have to be exhausted, baby.” Jared said, pulling back to cup my cheek in his palm, his thumb caressing my skin.

“I am tired.” I said and as if on cue, I started to yawn.

“Me too.” He replied, yawning himself.

With my arm across his shoulders, I suddenly noticed his shirt felt damp. I hadn’t noticed that before.

“Was it raining?” I asked, rubbing my hand gently down his back.

“No, why?”

“Your shirt feels kinda damp.”

“Ah, yeah, it is. I told you I left as soon as I walked off stage. I didn’t take a shower or change.” He said shyly, “Didn’t want to waste any time.”

I didn’t know what to say. Even though he was wrong, I felt terrible for both of us that things went the way they did. He seemed genuinely sorry and I accepted that. As when I make a mistake, we talk about it, apologies are made, then we move on. Lesson learned.

“I’m gross and need a shower.” He laughed, “I probably smell too.”

“I don’t care.” I said as the mood in the room lightened once again.

I Wasn’t...

Joe brushed it off at first, thinking that it was just Jack being Jack, and everyone knew how much of a flirt the younger man was.

But when it continued, and heavily, for nearly three months, Joe began to wonder if just maybe he wasn’t imagining it.

And perhaps the feelings he was beginning to develop for the other man were not his imagination either.

It was kind of difficult, ignoring the warm smiles and lingering touches, the easy words and looks being sent his way. All of it had only stirred something up in Joe, that which lead him to craving those moments with Jack, wanting those touches and smiles, falling further and further into it.

Now if he could just work up the courage to tell him.


“You can do this, Sugg.” Joe muttered to himself. “Just tell him.”

He was pacing outside of the restaurant that Jack was sitting inside of, waiting for him to enter so they could do dinner.

It wasn’t a date exactly, but Joe liked to think it was, since it was only the two of them. But it also happened to be the night that he decided he would tell Jack his feelings, because it needed to happen. They couldn’t continue the dance anymore. Not when Joe wanted so much more than what was being offered.

Taking in a deep breath, he straightened his denim jacket before pushing the door open, his eyes quickly scanning the dining area for the familiar face.

The moment his eyes landed on Jack, Joe felt a smile grow on his lips, and all the worries of the day dissipated as he weaved between the tables towards the younger man.

“About bloody time!” Jack laughed as Joe slipped into his seat, “Thought I’d have to order without you.”

“Sorry, traffic.”

“As long as you weren’t standing me up.” Jack winked, sending butterflies a flutter in Joe’s stomach.

“Stand you up?” He joked weakly, “Never.”


The conversation carried easily from there, the two quickly delving into a topic that lead to multiple others, until suddenly their dishes were being cleared away, and the dinner was coming to an end.

Joe decided it was now or never.

“Uhm, Jack,” He wet his lips as he ran his hands along his thighs, trying to rid the sweat with his jeans, “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Ah, was wondering when you’d finally do this.”

“Wh-what?” Joe stared wide eyed over at Jack, trying to figure out if he was that obvious.

“You’ve clearly had something on you mind all night,” The younger man smiled easily at him, “But I was waiting for you to bring it up. So, what’s up?”

“Oh, right.” Letting out a small breath, Joe realized he wasn’t caught, and so he quickly gathered his courage back up, his eyes meeting Jack’s.

“Just blurt it out, if it’s easier.”

“Okay.” Nodding, Joe wet his lips once more, deciding to take the other man’s advice: “I like you.”

“I like you too?” Jack replied in slight confusion, his smile fading just a bit, “That’s what you were nervous to tell me?”

“No, I mean, yes, but I mean,” Joe ran a hand through his hair quickly, “I mean I like you.”

“Oh.”

There was a shift in Jack’s eyes, and he leaned back in his seat, his smile disappearing. “Joe…”

“I thought at first it was nothing,” The older man starts to ramble, filling the silence, “Because we all know how much of a flirt you are, but then I realized that no, it wasn’t nothing. And when I started to flirt back, you responded so well, and that’s when I also realized that I like you. As more than a friend. But I was too scared to tell you. Which is ridiculous isn’t it?”

“Joe!” Jack said abruptly, causing Joe to snap his mouth shut, noticing for the first time the pitiful look on the younger man’s face, “Shit. I just,” Sighing, Jack leaned forward again, “Joe, I haven’t been flirting with you.”


The words washed over Joe like ice cold water, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

There were more words being said to him, but they sounded muffled in his ears and the world blurred with what he realized was tears.

“Joe?”

“I have to go.” He said, standing up quickly, “Where’s our waiter? I need to pay for my half.”

“Come on, sit down.” Jack reached out for Joe’s hand, but he was quick to pull away.

“No. Don’t. You don’t get…you don’t get to do that.”

“I’m sorry, Joe, really…”

“It’s fine. My fault entirely.” He couldn’t look at Jack, because he knew as soon as he did he would break down, so his eyes scanned the restaurant for the absent waiter.

“Go.” Jack said simply, “I’ll cover dinner.”

“I don’t need you to cover it,” Joe hissed, finally looking down at the man still sitting, feeling his heart break at the pitiful look in the blue eyes he had fallen for. “This isn’t a date after all.”

“But clearly you don’t want to be here, so just go. The least I can do is pay for dinner.”

“Fine.” Joe pulled his eyes away from Jack, “Thanks.”

“I really am sorry…”

But Joe wasn’t listening any more, he was weaving through the tables as quick as he could, needing to get as far away as possible from the man that had just broken his heart.


He barely made it to the end of the block before he collapsed onto a bench, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to try and muffle the cries so desperate to slip out.

He sat there for a while, until the cold creeped into his bones, until his throat felt raw, and his eyes swollen from crying.

People had walked past him, glancing uneasily at the distraught man, but no one stopped, and Joe was glad they didn’t. He couldn’t handle talking to anyone.

Eventually though, he pushed himself to his feet and started the walk home.

Joe didn’t know what would happen, with their group, but at the moment, he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t have to see Jack Maynard again.

Jeonghan & Ren Vs. Pledis #EndtheHairWars

Pledis: Jeonghan my sweet, I’m really busy with Seventeen promotions and advertising right now, but because I love you dearly I’ll make time. What is it?

Ren: Actually this meeting was my idea an-

Pledis: Wait…you still work here?

Ren:

Ren: Yes

Pledis: Oh sorry it’s hard for me to keep track of who’s not in Seventeen. How’s Nudest? Do you guys still keep in touch?

Ren: Um we’re called Nu'est and we didn’t break up…We’re on our new comeback right now.

Pledis: Really? Oh that’s nice.

Jeonghan: Anyway we just both wanted to ask you to stop giving us the same hairstyles.

Pledis: Jeonghan, my precious beautiful flower child, I don’t understand what you mean! Please explain.

Ren: He means that we’re tired of sharing the same crusty old weaves an-

Pledis: Excuse me but are you Jeonghan?

Ren:

Ren: No

Pledis: Continue sweet Prince.

Jeonghan: We just want our looks to not overlap and for us to not constantly be compared. We’re individuals and we just want to be appreciated for being two separate people.

Pledis: So Jeonghan and Rent, you feel like I make a competition between you?

Ren: Did he just call me Re–

Jeonghan: Let it go.

Pledis: Well if it’s that much trouble, I’ll fix it by buying a whole new wig!

Jeonghan: Or we could just use our own hair…

Pledis: No I’m feeling generous! I don’t want to seem evil like those other companies. Okay Rinse, I’ll make you a deal! You stop distracting Jeonghan from his visual world takeover and I’ll call Dora the Explorer to see if she has any extra weaves lying around!

Ren: What if I don’t want to take that deal?

Pledis: Then you’re fired…Which isn’t that bad a thought actually I would probably save mon–

Ren: I’ll take it!

Pledis: Good! See! This is a caring company! Look how well this meeting turned out. Now I have to go because there’s a company party for the artists starting in a few.

Ren: Oh I didn’t hear about it.

Pledis: Well it’s for bill paying artists so of course you wouldn’t.

Ren:

Pledis: Tata! Hurry up and get ready Jeonghan, I got you a limo for the day! *leaves*

Jeonghan: Well I think that turned out we–

Ren: Shut Up.

.colors | style

▫ When surrounded in her beloved woodlands, the maiden fashions herself in lace that allows sunlight to slip through its fabric, of silk that threatens to peel away from her limbs at any given moment. Spiders weave her a garment that glitters when dew dances upon its fibers. Her dresses are sheer and billowy, inviting the breeze to sweep through them. Long are the trains of her dresses, enough to gather fallen branch and ever tugging flowers.

▫ During the fall of winter, and when she seeks to hunt, she is wrapped in leathers and furs that conceal her form, completely contradictory to her usual form of dress. It is practical and loose fitting, made more for a ranger of the wilds.

▫ Armaments of silver burden her body when she takes up the mantle of knight. Her sabatons and greaves, that rise high along the length of her legs, are covered by a skirt, since she refuses now to wear tassets. A cape of white rests upon her pauldrons.

▫ She loves to wrap herself in the color white and ivory, pure and unblemished, it symbolizes a fresh start for her. Gold is a primary color, accenting the color of her eyes and the natural hue of her tresses. Though she is mainly found adorned in these colors, she adores scarlet. Red is what she has been accustomed to seeing most of, for it reminds me of blood, but as of late, it is shifted to passion, and she decorates her hair in blooms of that shade.

▫ And finally, the colors of the earth, brown and green, though seldom worn as attire, she is not without it in a different form. Her hair has natural adornments of flowers and twigs, of a crown made of bark. Vines are draped upon her arms like whimsy shawls. 

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you had an advice or verses maybe to help coming out as well gay but in a "please help me, I dont want this" kinda way? Im scared my family will miss understand and think I take pride in it. Im scared, ashamed, drowning in the guilt that this is even something going on, but I cant get myself to get those words out of my mouth. I can't think of any Bible stories to weave this into conversation where my family understands where I stabd on the matter and that maybe God can use it

To be honest I am probably not going to be of much help. It seems that you recognize homosexuality to be a sin, which is huge. However, I don’t want you to be feeling all this guilt and shame. I am friends with many people who struggle with homosexual attraction and they ask me what I think and what they should do. They all feel ashamed and guilty and some even feel angry that they are the way they are. I feel like people expect me to be shocked or expect me to scold them when they come out. But, it’s usually all this guilt and shame they express that hurts to hear the most. I don’t know how much of it is genetics, choice, or whatever. I do know that Christians who struggle with this wish they didn’t. For those people I feel like all I can do is encourage them to follow the Lord in heterosexuality and to continually ask God for help. I personally struggle with pornography and alcohol and I wish so badly that I didn’t. I don’t it’s comparable but it is so.egging I wished I didn’t have to deal with. But I am trying to fight it with God’s help and the help of the church body. So if you want to come out to your family, just be open and honest. You have these attractions, but you don’t want to have them. And it sounds like you are trying to obey the Lord. Just say it, keep going to God for help, and no matter what their response, know that God and the church loves you. You are never alone in any of this. Let people help you. Reach out, but especially to God. I hope this is even marginally helpful. Sorry if it’s not. God bless you!

A blissful smile paints my face
As you flow through my thoughts
Weaving into any and everything
Fingers poised over keyboard
Just to have your attention
For one extra moment
Just to remind myself that
You’re actually real
I never thought faces said much
But the way you look at me
Tells me everything
The way you touch me
As we slowly, softly kiss
Is like nothing I’ve had before
The way we talk about us
What we can do together
In the present and future
Fills my thoughts as another
Blissful smile paints my face

Mage of Rage

The Mage of Rage. One who manipulates anger, fear, and instincts using their vast knowledge of anger, fear, and instincts.

“Knowledge of the dark arts? Yeah, I got you covered.”

Mage- have vast knowledge of their aspect and use that information to manipulate their aspect. They gained their knowledge through experience.

Rage- major themes of anger, fear, falsehoods, pain, and negative emotions. Minor themes of temper, spite, and base instincts.

Abilities

Profane

Through experience with Rage the Mage of Rage can mimic key parts of it. They’ll be able to bestow pain, discomfort, paranoia, anxiety, and fear. Through understanding what would give those feelings the Mage can create it. By tapping into basic fears and sources of pain they’ll be able to instill those feelings into enemies.

A lower level Mage would have little experience with Rage, but as they grow to understanding the functions of pain and hate and fear and anger the Mage’s power of calling those emotions would grow.

At medium levels they’ll be able use finely tuned points of pain and fear, knowing exactly what would hurt most and what would be scariest, all the while acting with startling efficiency. They would have magical lightning to shock, burn, and generally leave trauma with. Scars and marks would be nearly un-healable and leak unholy energy.

As they progress further they could transmit their spells into traps. Seals and sigils and runes that when set off could release effects. A thunderous, kinetic attack for rejection. Fire for fear. So on and so on.

A fully realized Mage of Rage would understand the true horrors and suffering of the Universe, allowing them to harness all sorts of dreadful, debilitating, negative feelings. They could make unholy symbols that bear great power.

Instinct

The Mage of Rage can subtly manipulate instincts through their vast knowledge of it and other guiding factors. Only those of powerful will could resist these false instincts.

At lower levels the Mage could control consideration, making some choices seem worse than they actually are. They could increase doubt.

As they progress they’ll be able to masterfully craft falsehoods (lies, forgery), giving bad thoughts and feelings towards anything, even things which their victim likes. They’ll grow to push and corrupt instincts into something unidentifiable.

At medium levels the Mage could see through any illusion. They could weave complex illusions that bind targets, placing seals that create illusions in the room or putting seals on targets. Targets with seals could develop hallucinations and even insanity.

At higher levels the Mage of Rage would be able to twist all senses and notions, making instincts screaming to go against certain actions. Insurmountable fear, pain, anxiety, and doubt would shroud concepts, leaving the target to follow the path the Mage has carved.

Skills

Predator- you can sense a person’s anger, fear, and pain

Killer instinct- your instincts are nearly always right

False image- you are immune to illusions and trickery

Imagine Request- Night Show

Anon: can you do one where y/n is gigi’s friend and she doesn’t know kendall so gigi introduces them at a party and they get on very well and flirt and kendall ask y/n on a date?

Originally posted by perfectionisaddictive

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benefits ; kim taehyung

genre : fluff + angst + bit of smut ║ drabble gamerequested

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

word count : 2033

summary : Best friends, roommates, classmates, Mario Kart kickass team, anime fans, you and Taehyung were everything together — except what you really wanted to be. Maybe all it takes is wet clothes and an empty stomach for you to confess.

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Your wet clothes clung to your skin in a way that made shivers climb your spine and a dizzy turmoil settle in your lower stomach. It had possibly been one of the worst days of your life, and, if the weather was anything to do by, it wasn’t going to get any better. After your shift as a chef in a five start restaurant, you reluctantly agreed to take a co-worker’s shift as a waitress because of her family matters.

Five hours of getting kids’ meals dropped on you, receiving hurried check please yells after you while you were running around with plates up to your forearm, and having sweat coat your flesh to the point where you’d forgotten what dryness felt like. But finally, you were out of those damned four walls, happy because you loved cooking and you loved your job, except waitressing wasn’t on the agenda.

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maj-cutiepatootie  asked:

1 // 4 // 13 // 18 💕

4: Any minor characters that have either taken over or branched off into their own stories?

not stories i’ve ever written out, usually, but i have a lot of character backstories or future-stories for a LOT of minor characters that i’ll probably never write out. but i’ve written out at least 3 short stories to do with lyle’s past that have no real place in five other lies, but they’re about his past relationships—his first boyfriend when he was 13 growing up in a super tough part of new jersey, sleeping with his dad’s boss when he was in his teens, dating this guy named dan (who shows up in 5OL) at the height of his coke phase, and getting out of that through his time dating marnie, who’s great. no real way to weave any of that into the time that five other lies takes place, but i think about them a LOT.

or like, dee’s time being best friends with telly, before ben was really in the picture. how telly and sophie met, and what they were like before having kids. stuff like that. nothing that’s ever spun off into its own story except for in my head.

13: Do you create playlists for your characters?

you fucking bet i do and they mean absolutely everything to me. i talked about them in a previous ask so now i’m just gonna link em all here:

little warlord
ben
dee
little warlord ost (general story-building)

five other lies
comely
lyle
comely/moira

the little warlord ones are newer so i like them a lot more, but they’re all great. i have older 5OL ones i didn’t link here cause they don’t fit well anymore.

18: Is there anything you really wish you could do, character-design-wise, that you feel is outside your current skillset? A concept that you wish you could pull off but are uncertain about?

i’m still getting comfortable writing women well, which i know comes from my own gender identity issues and misogyny inherent in fandom where everyone writes about gay men and no one writes about gay women. i’m obviously just as guilty of this as anybody. but, going forward, i’d like more of (all of?) my stories to centre around women or non-men, because that’s where i am right now. i wrote a story for the 3-day novel contest last year about a lady who falls in love with a lady-ghost and that was pretty sick. we don’t need any more writing about cis men and i should contribute to that as little as possible.

otherwise, i’m pretty bad at writing fantasy characters– monsters, fantasy species/races, D&D-type stuff. no idea why. a lot of my stories are very non-fantasy even though i read so much fantasy and sci-fi in my free time, but i’m not great at species creation at this point in time.

We Were Married Last Christmas [Epilogue]

The last hurrah for this series is here! You don’t exactly have to read the first parts if you haven’t, but if you have then this will just be that much more emotional and perfect! This marks the end of my collaboration with @pleasecallmecaptain and it was so much fun to do, so make sure you read her series too!

Playlist for this series > HERE

Pairing: Bucky x OC!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Oral Sex, Strong Sexual Themes/Reference, Intense Violence, Gore, Mention of Alcohol Use, and Fluff.

Word Count: 6,886

>> We Were Married Last Christmas Masterpost <<


March, 2017  |  Ten Days Before

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“Hey, babe?”

The brooding, metal-armed soldier turned from his weapons locker holding a glistening sniper rifle, he raised his brow at you to let you continue and you shot him a brief smile. Your fingers were adjusting the comm device in your ear and with a soft crackle you were connected to your partner who stood across the Quinjet from you.

You lowered your arm and asked, “Where do you think we should go out for dinner tomorrow?”

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Perv [a Jimmy Darling imagine]

Request: Kyle or Jimmy walks in on the reader getting dressed?

a/n: i’m in a jimbo mood rn i kinda changed the request to undressed whoops

It’s wicked hot this week in Jupiter, Florida. There’s a heat wave happening and everyone is baking in the sun. Especially you. Though you have a light green tank top and jean shorts on, you are roasting outside.

Not being able to take any more, sluggishly you weave your way through the tall grass. It scratches against your skin until you get to your small trailer. As soon as you enter and shut the door, you start stripping; removing your shirt and shorts. Leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. 

With this action, you cool down luckily. “Hey Y/N, I- woah…” Jimmy smirks, leaning on the door he opened. His midnight eyes run down your exposed body ever so slowly. “Now I’ve seen it all…” He muses, licking his lips. Damn, he knew you had a nice body but, damn.

Quickly, you cover your upper body with the tank top. “Jimmy! Close the door, I don’t wanna flash the whole fucking camp!” You whisper-scream, hands turning into fist along with the shirt. Jimmy can be such a perv sometimes.

A long dramatic sigh escapes his lips but he shuts the door, still standing in the trailer. You eyes widen and you wave a hand. “What? You said closed the door, I closed the door!” He reasons, arms up in defense. Nothing can hide the smirk apparent on his face. “Ya know… I might as well join you. It would only be fair…” Jimmy shoots a shit-eating grin in your direction, trailing a hand down to his pants zipper.

You can’t lie, you wanna see him naked, but not now. Your hips cock to one side while you roll your eyes, stalking towards him. Keeping one hand safely on your chest, holding the fabric in place, your other hand finds his shoulder, spinning him around. “Goodbye, Darling!” You joke, pushing on the back of his blue, yellow and white striped button down. 

He pouts, continuing to be shoved by you. Which isn’t that bad, given the circumstances. “Oh, come on, that’s all I get?” He whines, moving outside your trailer. “Barely even saw anything!” He spins to look at you. There’s still a smirk on his lips. 

“That’s all you get.” You confirm, blowing him a kiss before slamming the door. 

His shoulders slouch and he frowns at the metallic door. “Damn it.”

Help out Latesha Clay

from her mom:

Ok.. Latesha Clay court date is the 27th of January not sure of time..
For those helping to get her things
Shirt size is medium
Pant size is medium
Shoe size 7 ½ women’s
5 ½ boys.
And she said weave 27 inches..lol..

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i will pm an address for anyone who wants to send this baby things; she has spent the last year, from 15-16, in the women’s prison in Ypsilanti because she was used as bait by two older teens in a scheme to advertise sexual access to her body online and then rob the pedophiles who responded and set up dates.

unbelievably, none of those pedophiles were charged with anything!

Latesha has two children and had a hard life BEFORE this, please support her now that she’s gotten a break!

Manwe, a bad brother to Melkor?

(This is in response to a comment I originally deleted out of respect to the OP, but too much work went into writing this that I refuse to throw it away. In short, this is kind of in part a defense of the Valar that @nyarnamaitar mentioned a ways back, and also my two cents on the suggestion of Manwe being a poor brother to Melkor. I respect alternate interpretations, but I also have my own. @nyarnamaitar, you’ll have to reblog this again if you want it shared, and thanks for the comment. ^.^) 

I personally can’t agree with the idea that Manwe was a bad brother to Melkor. I already rambled about it a little in this post here (mostly just me rambling without too much substance), but if you were to take a poll in Valinor, I think it’d be majority consensus that Manwe cared too much for his brother versus not showing any concern at all.

I love delving into Melkor’s psyche and in no way hate him, but I think it should be remembered that he reaped what he sowed and I don’t think it’s proper or fair to victimize him at Manwe’s expense. For one thing, he forfeited his right to be the Elder King. In the beginning before entering Ea, Manwe was actually tasked to follow Melkor, to improve/complete whatever Melkor made/devised/began. So yeah, he was going to be Melkor’s right-hand man, his advisor in every sense of the word, but then Melkor blew it by entering into the Void. Tolkien wrote that there were many Ainur who were willing to follow him and serve him if Melkor called them to, including his own brother, and that Melkor would’ve been Master of all that was done.

Melkor knew all of this from the beginning, but still, Tolkien writes that it was not enough for him. He wanted more, wanted more control, wanted that Imperishable Flame. He wanted to “hold absolute sway” over Eru’s Children and be their sole lord and master in every conceivable way, all because he currently couldn’t be that way with his own Maiar who followed him (despite how subservient the Umaiar were, they still assented to Melkor’s rebellion of their own volition. Melkor, however, planned to blind the Children from the fact that there was “light” from the getgo, to purge from them the idea of even thinking to seek it).  So instead of being content with all that Eru granted him, which was a frickin’ lot – I mean, he’s already the greatest power under Eru, his little brother by fact being less great than him, he’s going to have absolute authority and have the highest royalty in Ea (something he knew Iluvatar designed solely for the kingship of Elder King), but no. Instead of being content with that bucket load, he wanted more for himself and (probably without thinking) decided to forfeit it all by entering the Void. Which was pretty much no-no land as it was the place where Eru had not yet turned the light of his face unto (or however it was worded). Melkor knew the risks, knew what he should and shouldn’t be doing, but he still blew it.

Yes, the Valar did avoid him when he entered the Void, but why? Because Melkor had “fallen into pride and desire of his own dominion”. In lieu of that, the Valar began building and creating Arda without him. If they had waited for Melkor, it’s possible he would’ve tempered his “evilness” or at least would’ve begrudged Manwe a little less (though maybe not, since it was the kingship more than anything else he held against Manwe). Tolkien writes that it’s because the Valar avoided him that there’s now “great evil in Arda and many things therein are at discord.” (please note that all the Valar avoided Melkor here, not just his brother) BUT, because the Valar avoided Melkor in his newly found evil tendencies, Tolkien also writes that nonetheless “the foundations of this world are good, and it turns by nature to be good, healing itself from within by the power that was set there in its making.” So even if Melkor would’ve been less aggressive if the Valar waited for him, Arda would’ve suffered for it in the long run, not being able to heal itself and falling irreversibly into the sway of evil all the faster. Because the Valar chose this route, evil would still exist in Arda because of Melkor, but at least it would fail and pass away without the ability to sustain itself, which would’ve happened if Melkor aided in constructing Arda.

Because think about it. If Melkor had taken part in the Song of Arda as much as the Valar did, just like the planet could heal itself because of the initial powers placed in its making, any evil Melkor weaved in there at the start would also have been self-sustainable. But instead, to bring evil to Arda, Melkor had to corrupt what was already created, and that made the biggest difference in the world: the evil now existing would die out and pass away if left alone unless its rejuvenation came “from wills and being that are other than Arda itself”, unless Melkor himself renewed it. That’s why the good in Arda is self-sustainable, because it was Manwe who had the greatest part in the Song, and despite whatever mistakes he made, Manwe has always been a very good person, unable to comprehend evil or desire it. That’s why the Valar avoided Melkor when he split off to do his own thing, and it’s a good thing they did, because could you imagine the state of Arda if the evil Melkor imbued was self-sustainable? For the sake of the Children, Manwe did the right thing.

Melkor was a bad dude and was very self-centered. I’m not saying he was evil in every way (I can’t believe that, not with how great and good he started out to be, so he still had his good qualities deep down in there somewhere), but he deliberately chose to go against the design of Eru, chose to enter the Void on his own for his own purposes, and chose to pursue that path. Melkor was a smart cookie, okay? He wasn’t stupid or unaware of the potential consequences. He might have thought he was above such reproach, but there’s no way he was so naive as to be unaware of it. And so he took the risk and wound up forfeiting all such rights.

No, he wasn’t happy to return and find that Manwe had ascended to his place on the throne. “He sought ever for Arda and Manwe, his brother, begrudging him the kingship” and yeah, there probably were a lot of conversations that consisted of “you won’t ever be king”, conversations that were probably instigated by Melkor himself because he was always hounding after Manwe’s kingship, wanted it back, and he had to be told again and again that it wouldn’t happen because it was true. This wasn’t Manwe’s decision, it was Eru’s, a directive from the top guy himself. If Melkor wanted something done about it, he would have to take it to Iluvatar, not his brother, who always being faithful and obedient to the One, was not about to follow his brother into rebellion now.

Frankly, I do think Manwe cared for Melkor and was a good brother. In fact, an argument could be made that his care/love for his brother was so great that it affected his rule as Elder King and things would’ve turned out very differently if he were a lot less lenient on his brother. I also talked about that some in this post, but throughout the lore, even the old stuff(!), we’re shown again and again how Manwe gave Melkor chance after chance after chance to redeem himself, to prove that he could turn back and be the brother he was once supposed to follow and heed.

Please help me out here, but how can it be said that Manwe didn’t care for Melkor with all those chances he gave him? As I elaborated on in one of those posts, even when all the other Valar gave up on Melkor at one point or another, Manwe was ever the one who didn’t give up on him, giving him chance after chance to the detriment of Arda. In my opinion, he cared a little too much, loved him a little too much and was even unable to let go of his brother, to accept that he had fallen into folly and couldn’t resurface. Despite all the evil Melkor had done, Manwe alone still had faith and sincerely believed he wasn’t beyond help, wasn’t beyond repentance. Because against the counsel of his Brethren (such as Tulkas), Manwe had mercy on Melkor (though Melkor only hated him more for it because he thought Manwe wasn’t merciful enough).

That’s why my heart goes out to Manwe, because he was the only person who never gave up on Melkor and was still stabbed in the back as a reward. Manwe did care for him, did love him, because I can’t conceive of any explanation why Manwe would give Melkor so many second and third and fourth chances after so many incidents that cemented the idea that Melkor was beyond redemption/didn’t deserve it. Why would Manwe do that if he didn’t still love him? Melkor already forfeited his right to the throne, so he can’t get that back, and Manwe as Elder King and first Guardian of Arda has the responsibility to protect and ensure the perpetual peace of Arda, which means his heart theoretically should have been the hardest against Melkor and his mercy the smallest. Yet it wasn’t. To the person who least deserved it, Manwe continually gave the most benefit of the doubt and hope of healing.

The dynamic between Manwe and Melkor is one of my favorite things in the legendarium, precisely because of this. Manwe is practically hogtied, being told to choose between one and the other even by his own Brethren, yet at the risk of everything going to crap, he kept trying to compromise for Melkor’s sake, kept defending him, kept holding onto him and truly believing he would come back. He kept being merciful until he could no longer afford to, until it truly did come down to choosing between his brother and everything he stood for.

So yes, I do fully believe that Manwe loved Melkor, that he cared for him and was concerned for him. There’s just way too much evidence pointing to that to suggest otherwise, imo. Melkor made bad choices and had to reap what he sowed, no less than how he chose to be alone, chose to enter that Void alone, chose to enter it at all. There was no logical reason in terms of Arda’s sake for Manwe to win Melkor back to his side (except to make amends and have Melkor start the healing of Arda, but as previously highlighted, the evil would’ve dissipated out of Arda so long as Melkor was removed from the picture, which finally happened after the War of Wrath. Make no mistake, Manwe wanted Melkor to bring about Arda’s healing, but he didn’t need Melkor to make it happen). So without any excuse to grant Melkor such leniency, what explanation is left? My belief is that Manwe simply wanted his brother back. The healing of Arda would come faster if Melkor would do it himself, but since it would come anyway so long as Melkor was no longer renewing it, Manwe’s continual faith in his brother had to be born of more.

Manwe was a good brother to him. Too much so, as I’d wager some of the Valar believed and certainly the Elves. It was because of Manwe’s faith in Melkor that all this disaster befell Aman and I’m sure Manwe was simultaneously castigating himself mercilessly and grieving as never before then. Manwe showed every evidence of continuing to reach out to Melkor and Melkor only ever kept pushing him and his outstretched hand away, whether out of jealousy, pride, hate, or all three.