between earth & sky

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Get To Know Me Meme: [1/5] Favorite Movies » Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

“The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when wild horses ran free.”

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They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I’ll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

get to know me → favourite animated movies (2/10)

After that experience [trying MDMA at Burning Man], which felt so complete, I decided never to do MDMA again because I didn’t want to tarnish what felt like a perfect memory. These days, as hokey as it sounds, the closest I can get to regaining the feeling of peace I found in the desert is through meditation. I use an app called Headspace that offers guided meditation and makes the practice easy and approachable. I’ll sit in a chair while I listen and visualize myself in that space in the desert between earth and sky, in that moment where I felt so connected to both. I try to meditate on that feeling so I can keep it with me. I want to be able to recapture it whenever I need it. That’s the goal I’m working toward. Drugs are just an artificial way of getting to that feeling. They’re like a shortcut. Only that shortcut can change you. And the feeling it produces is only temporary.

But achieving a sense of inner peace is real. It’s out there. You just have to be willing to walk past the darkness, and even past the light, to find it.
Foul Play

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Gifs are not mine. This was requested by an anon, although it is extremely late and I stupidly thought I knew the request well enough to write the fanfic without checking. And I got it wrong. Original request:  Draco and the reader are the most talked about couple at Hogwarts. He’s very protective over his girlfriend. Even though she’s the beater for the same house team. Until one day after they win, the Ravenclaw beater pushes her off her broom. Yeah, I strayed quite a bit from that, but I hope you really like it regardless. Sorry, though.

Enjoy!


“Have a good game, stay safe.” Your boyfriend said while looking into your (e/c) eyes and holding your hands in his. 

“I will.” You leant in and kissed his cheek in reassurance. 

“I’ll be watching from the stands cheering you on.” He stated. 

“Alright Slytherin, time to go! let’s get out there and win!” Marcus Flint’s voice echoed through the tunnel. 

“Bye!” You said quickly to Draco and chased after your teammates. 

“Hey, (y/n)!” Draco’s voice echoed, you spun around, and he continued, “Kick some Gryffindor butt!” You laughed. 

“Will do.” And with that you left. 


Out on the field you were overwhelmed by the roaring and cheering of the crowd. Adrenaline engulfed your being, you were pumped for the game to begin. 

You clutched your broom tightly in excitement, “And so we begin another quidditch match, Gryffindor verse Slytherin,” Dumbledore’s booming voice announced, “May the best team win.” Madam Hooch took that as the signal to start the game. After a quick brief of stressing how vital it is to play fair and safely, everyone mounted their brooms on her signal. 

She blew her whistle and everyone took off into the air. You shot into the sky above the game, from this vantage point you stayed out of harm’s way and could scour around for any signs of the golden snitch. 

You whizzed through the air quickly and skilfully with a natural elegance, your broom felt like an extension, a part of your body. 

Moments had passed and you still had not seen the flying golden object. You quickly glanced at the opposing Seeker, wondering if they knew something you didn’t. A flicker of light glittered just behind the Gryffindor boy. It moved fast.

Heading towards you, the snitch took a sharp drop, diving down. You followed in it’s wake. The air whistled in your ears and whipped at your face. The force pushed your goggles into the surrounds of your eyes as you swooped down in chase of the golden glint you saw seconds before. 

Cheers roared through your eardrums, the crowd stomped on the stands and banged the walls. Green and scarlet blurred around you as you gave chase to the elusive golden snitch. 

The golden snitch was just in sight, you dove after it, picking up speed. The grass-patched ground came closer and closer into view, ‘Abort, abort!’ You mentally screamed but you pushed it out of your mind. You were dangerously low now. Faster and faster the ground became your imminent threat. You pulled up harshly, narrowly missing the solid turf, now parallel to the ground. 

The Gryffindor Seeker came hurdling towards you swoosh you veered right but their broom clipped you, you fell to the ground. It was only thirty centimetres roughly, but given the abruptness and unpredicted collision, you had fallen awkwardly and had rolled half a metre from the original crash site. 

Now lying on your back. Your broom lazily continued forward on its own accord and dropped near where you lay. 

You stared at the grey sky, heavy rain drops exploded icily across your face. Players zoomed past above you, zipping this way and that. Throwing the Quaffle to one another while opposing players would occasionally intercept it. 

You held your eyes closed tight to brace yourself to get back into the game. You opened your eyes to see a bludger heading straight towards you, instinctively you rolled to your right and was covered in dirt for your troubles. 

You got up immediately and searched for your teammates, “Oy, watch it!” You yelled to your Beaters who hadn’t stopped the bludger from almost smashing your skull, quite literally. 

“Sorry.” One of them called back simply. You angrily picked up your broom stretched your shoulders but pulled your left back sharply as pain shot through it. You clenched your teeth but mounted your broom anyway. You were not about to give up or let your team down. 

Soaring into the sky you flew above the game and circled above looking for any hint of the snitch. Time past and it felt like a long time with nothing gained for your team. 

Gryffindor was well in the lead according the announcement Lee Jordan just made over-excitedly. You groaned. Becoming increasingly annoyed and frustrated, “I should just join the game and try and score some points for us instead. The golden snitch doesn’t seem to be anywhere.” 

You scanned the abundant student-filled stands, Gryffindors were screaming and yelling in supportive glee, while Slytherins were yelling with anger and frustration which was evident on their distorted faces. Bombarding the team with strategies and critiquing certain plays, you assumed. 

Scanning around the stands in desperate hope for the winning object, you noticed the professors huddled in the stands trying to fight the cold. It was at this moment you realised from lack of movement that your body temperature had dropped, you shivered and wished you could take off soon and find that darn snitch. 

You caught a glint of spectacles, Professor McGonigall. She seemed pleased, in her ever so reserved way. Beside her Dumbledore sat with a jovial smile. Unlike Professor Snape; who sat to McGonigall’s right, who looked displeased. Although it was hard to see any difference in the man’s facial expression, you were sure Slytherin’s loss of their earned title from the past years was not helping the usual sour man. 

You felt the burden of Slytherin’s jeopardised reputation, “I have to do something while the snitch is momentarily gone astray.” It had become a habit of speaking your thoughts aloud on the quidditch field given your ample time away from other players, circling above. 

Back to using your vantage point as a means of betterment for your team, you decided to help your teammates by shouting out plays and advice. This lead to a quick, well-deserved two points. Still you were behind Gryffindor by a rather large sum, but not impossible to catch up or beat. 

Gryffindor took possession of the quaffle. “Another great goal by Gryffindor, by a very talented, and dare I say, pretty Chaser.” You heard Lee say, rolling your eyes in response when you caught something. A moment of distraction seized your attentiveness; you saw the familiar blond hair in the sea of people. You noticed how he kept up his high spirits and screamed in support of you and the team. You smiled. “Y/n! What are doing, we’re dying down here, find the snitch!” a teammate yelled. 

You set your features to look firm with fixed attention. Again you saw the recognisable glitter of the snitch, swooping low and fast you hurtled towards it. With an outstretched hand the golden snitch came closer and closer, your heart beat through your fingertips. Just in reach. Your fist closed when a force knocked you from your broom. 

Nothing was recognisable, you couldn’t comprehend shapes, you lost the ability to distinguish between earth and sky. Your breath left you. The wind distorted in your ears. You were free-falling. Your body spun as you flailed in mid-air. After what you guessed, was coming close to the impact zone, you reflexively stiffened your body to embrace for impact. Unbeknownst to you, this is the worst thing you could do, but given the height, it didn’t matter. Everything went dark.

Eyes fluttering open. Bright lights caused you to close them again and then blink rapidly and then slowly until they adjusted. The deep smell of industrial cleaning chemicals entered your nostrils, you had to be in a hospital wing. 

You looked around dazed, turning your head to the left. You saw glittering blue eyes, a mop of light blond hair and a kind smile, “Hey, how are feeling?” “Draco?” Your mind was still trying to register things. 

“Yes, love it’s me.” He moved his chair closer to the bed, resting his palm gently on your forehead and moving it back to stroke your hair. 

“The game?! What happened?!” You urgently stated, going to sit up, that was a bad idea. Draco jumped slightly at your movement, before gently coaxing you to lie back down. 

“Er well, we lost.” You looked horrified. Defeated and absolutely gutted, you had let your team down, you had let Professor Snape down and you had let down the entirety of Slytherin. He let out a slight laugh, you looked at him confused, why would he be laughing. 

“(Y/n), you were knocked off your broom!” He said flabbergasted. It suddenly came back to you, the unrelenting force that knocked your breath right from your lungs. Spiralling out of control. But, how you ended up here exactly, you didn’t know. “And you’re worried about a game?" 

"How did I get here?” You said just above a whisper. 

“Dumbledore saved you. It was not a pretty sight, seeing you falling from such a nasty height. It would have been lethal, sudden death for sure,” It got quiet as you thought over his confronting words and as he willed himself to speak again. In a cracked voice as he held back tears he spoke, “Time didn’t seem real. I couldn’t comprehend anything. I was in complete shock. I was utterly and completely helpless, there was nothing I could do (y/n). Nothing I could do to help you, I didn’t have the knowledge or the willpower to break free from the binding paralysis of shock." 

"How- how did Dumbledore save me?” Tears brimmed your eyes from his words as you queried him on your salvation. 

“He used the stopping of momentum charm with the incantation 'Arresto Momentum’,” Draco smiled softly at you before adding quickly, “Oh right, I brought you these!” He gestured to your bedside table and sure enough there were flowers there with get well soon cards and loads of sweets from friends.

“Congratulations Qudditch Champion.” He said so casually that you almost missed it. 

“What?! I thought we lost the game? Did I catch the snitch?!" 

"We did lose the game.” you scrunched your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed, “You almost had the snitch,” Malfoy gritted his teeth, “that git of a Gryffindor Player purposely knocked you off your broom." 

"So, how are Slytherins champions if we lost the final match?” Nothing made sense, how did losing the championships equate to winning. Malfoy seemed amused with a sly grin plastered on his face, he enjoyed his use of verbose, purposefully keeping you in the dark of the game’s eventual outcome. 

He finally relented, “There was an uproar in the stadium after the initial shock of you falling and then realising you were ok, of course. Snape was furious and demanded justice on your behalf, even McGonigall was speechless. Although knowing her, she would never tolerate any kind of misbehaviour, even if it is a Gryffindor and would cost her the Cup. There was absolutely no way the Player would escape justice. Or her wrath.” He smiled amusedly to himself. 

“Slytherin were awarded the golden snitch as compensation at Dumbledore’s request. So, congratulations Champion.“ You were absolutely speechless, you hugged Draco, you were completely over the moon. 

"Ouch!” You pulled back wincing as your shoulder experienced sharp pain. “Careful, you need to take it easy." 

You turned back to your table, "Can you please pass me the cards, I want to read them.” Draco leant over and sat them on your lap. 

You came to a peculiar one, a name you didn’t recognise, you noticed it was also on a rather expensive looking box of chocolates as well. “Who is this from?”

“The Gryffindor who knocked you off your broom,” Draco said flatly. 

“What made him do this? I mean he did knock me off my broom in the first place, he didn’t strike me as the remorseful type." 

"Oh I hexed him, he won’t be bothering you again,” Draco said shrugging and giving you a satisfied smirk. 

You smiled, “Thank you." 

"For what?” He questioned. 

“For looking after me." 

He leant down to you capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, "Up until that moron knocked you off your broom, you had a great game, babe. Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I love you." 

You didn’t reply as your recovering body succumbed to sleep, but Draco knew how deeply you held him in your heart.


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anonymous asked:

“Take a deep breath.” the 100 Ways to Say I Love You thing? Nyx/Noct

uh oh i got prosey


“Take a deep breath.”

Noctis gripped his hand tight and did as he was told, despite how hard it was to catch his breath when Nyx looked at him like that. When his eyes shimmered like sheltered cobwebs caught in the rain, and his smile was as soft as a kiss, even when it wasn’t touching his lips. He stood so tall and so strong, with the moonlight dusting his scars and the night painting his inked skin. A beautiful thief in the dark, stealing the breath from Noctis’s chest.

He took it back just before they jumped. Stone underfoot, then the whistle of air in his ears and the whooping, wanton laughter of his love, falling beside him.

And then, the endless blue.

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Coven - A Modern Coven Playlist

[8tracks] [Spotify]
By mrsilva

1. How Soon Is Now - Love Spit Love (”I am the son, I’m the heir”) //
2. Landscape - Florence + The Machine (”Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow”) //
3. Between Earth and Sky - Rhea’s Obssession (”As one we move with the breeze”) //
4. Human - Christina Perri (”But I’m only human and I bleed when I fall down”) //
5. Paradise (What About Us) - Within Temptation feat. Tarja Turunen (”The wheel embodies all that keeps on turning”) //
6. Scarborough Fair - Celia Pavey (”Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme”) //
7. Peaceble Kigdom - Rush (”The wheel against the rules”) //
8. The Weight of Us - Sanders Bohlke (”I’m not ready, for the weight of us”) //
9. Who Are You Really - Mikky Ekko (”Lift me higher, let me look at the sun”) //
10. I Awake - Sarah Blasko (”Fire and ice, all in between of this world and all unseen”) //
11. Season of the Witch - Hole (”And when I look in my widown, so many different people to be”) //
12. Human - Gabrielle Aplin (”Show me that you’re human”) //
13. Run This Town - Spanish Harlem (”We gonna run this town”) //
14. I Am The Fire - Halestorm (”Alive and burning brighter, I am the fire”) //
15. Get Lucky - Daughter (”We’ve come to far to give up who we are”)

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I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here.

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Infinite List of Favorite Movies - Spirit: Stallion of The Cimarron 2002

“The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it’s never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between the earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you’ll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I’ll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one.”

Ash

Ogham Letter: N
Ogham Name: Nion
Ogham Tree Meaning: Connection, Intuition, Vision

Symbolism

  • sacrifice
  • sensitivity 
  • higher awarness
  • renewal
  • resurrection 

    The Mass, height and deeply embedded roots were all metaphors to the Celts. Not only are the girths of Ash trees impressive, some trees were known to reach over 200 feet tall. The Ash speaks to us of growth, expansion, and a higher perspective. we can compare our own soul growth to that of the Ash tree, the higher attainment we seek the more well grounded we must be.
     Certain Druid accounts were to said that the realm between the Earth and the sky were connected by the Ash tree.
       Even though associated with the element air, it is also akin to the fire element for its amazing burning qualities. The wood burns with an intense heat even when green. This made the Celts associate it with ideas of renewal and resurrection.
       The ash was often used in protective rituals because it was believed that helpful energies were contained within the tree. The Ash was thought to be the guardian of children and was often used as a healing agent in childhood illnesses.  In some accounts the ash was considered the cradle of life, so too was it considered a gentle giant and a protector of youth.

You are aware of only one unrest;
Oh, never learn to know the other!
Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,
And one is striving to forsake its brother.
Unto the world in grossly loving zest,
With clinging tendrils, one adheres;
The other rises forcibly in quest
Of rarefied ancestral spheres.
If there be spirits in the air
That hold their sway between the earth and sky,
Descend out of the golden vapors there
And sweep me into iridescent life.
Oh, came a magic cloak into my hands
To carry me to distant lands,
I should not trade it for the choicest gown,
Nor for the cloak and garments of the crown.
—  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part

Between sky and earth,
Is all that exists?

All those words,
That I said,…
All the beautiful literature,
To me, he ever read,
All that time, frozen€¦
Like an essence,
A state of Zen,
All the effervescent thoughts,
brighter than the sun,
long shadows, that they drops,
fathom the deepest of oceans,

All those bonds,
And tear drops,
All the longings to a candy shop,
Every kiss that happened
Perfectly In head,
and the ones, when I messed,
All the smiles that brought joy,
Those smokey gazes,
Oh boy!

Between the beginning and now,
is all that exists?
if every moment, is nothing
But a birth,
Of another universe,
Equally vivid and diverse
A place where,
All I ever could be,
All I will never be,
All I will be,
Between sky and earth,
Is all that exists.

markers on paper, white pen + PS

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One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them. Filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present : like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I don’t know, but I t felt as if something that grew in the ground — asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between roof-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years.

Title: The Last of us: Calm Before The Storm

Chapter: 1

Universe/Fandom: The Last of Us

Warnings: Language

Notes:  Here’s the first chapter. It’s going to start off with the parts from Left behind then start turning into it’s own thing. It’s going to be a AU where Riley never got bit. Bare with me on this. This is my first official fic. Hope everyone will stick around for it because I want this to be a long one.

Word count:  4,236

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