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A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into

For the always phenomenal @403secret:)

When Jeremy texts that he’s going to meet up with Christine to run lines for a new play, Michael replies with “go get her, ya killer ;) ;)” despite the frown painted on his lips.

While Jeremy and Christine are still new to the relationship, Michael knows how much Jeremy adores the girl, so he’s willing to root for the two, even if it leaves his heart crumbling into pieces.

Unsurprisingly, Jeremy doesn’t reply. Michael figures the latter is desperately trying to find something to wear to impress Christine while at their “play practice,” meaning their date.

Michael doesn’t know why Jeremy rarely talks about his relationship with Christine, but he figures that it is for the best. He isn’t sure if he can handle listening to Jeremy gush about someone that isn’t him.

Okay, so maybe Michael’s having a hard time dealing with Jeremy liking someone, being with someone. Since they first met, Michael knew Jeremy was the one, but he doesn’t want to hold Jeremy back, especially if the latter genuinely likes Christine.

It’s difficult, but Michael will deal; he always has video games to distract him after all. But, to his surprise, the video game he’s currently playing isn’t helping him in the slightest. His mind is focused on everything else, and after two hours, he powers down his play station with a sigh. It’s only then that his mind catches onto the splitting headache blooming across his forehead.

Oh. Michael has been feeling kind of off since he had woken up that morning, but he had pegged it on lack of sleep. Perhaps he’s wrong.

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i got you this rose and i need to know

Summary: She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.

Word count: ~2.4k words

A/N: For the two loves of my life, who share this glorious day as their date of birth. I love you to the moon and back. @bantasticbeasts @yulbos. (Also, thank you @ shawn for letting me borrow your lyrics for the title. Could not have done this without u)



It’s all very complicated.

At least, that’s what she tells herself.



They were arguing again—Lily can’t really remember what about, except that it hadn’t been exactly pretty. The second Lily’s insults became directed at her brother-in-law, an awful man named Vernon Dursley, Petunia got all angry and shrilly like usual, and then Lily’s tongue got sharper, and –well.

Her sister had wanted to make a point, and so it was only natural that when she implied Lily was unable to get a boyfriend of her own, which was—supposedly—why she was so incredibly rude to Vernon, Lily would have blurted out that she was in fact, in a relationship, thank you very much.

In hindsight, Lily reckons she should probably get a new mouth, one that waited for her to think before it started talking. Wouldn’t that be fucking great.


When Lily comes home after school one day, she finds her sister sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a gossip magazine—either Ok! Magazine, Grazia or Marie Claire, she doesn’t really remember.

“You’re not really dating, are you, Lily?” is the first thing Petunia asks her, with her nose turned up in disgust as she stares down at her younger sister. “No respectable male would be caught dead with you.”

Lily scoffs as Petunia places down the magazine. “First of all, why do you assume it’s a guy when I’m as bisexual as they come—“

“You’re confused, is what you are—“

“—and secondly, I’m not messing with you. I have better things to do with my time than find new and exciting ways to annoy you,” she replies, rolling her eyes.

A dangerous smirk dances on Petunia’s lips, and as her eyes light up, she says, “bring him ‘round for dinner, then.”

“I will,” replies Lily, staring defiantly at her sister’s eyes, daring her to go ahead.

She watches as Petunia picks at her impeccably manicured nails. “Next Saturday, at seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”

“We won’t,” Lily snaps, her voice two octaves too high.

Petunia smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth and perfectly hydrated lips.



She’s laying on top of Potter’s bed, with her feet hanging off from the side and her face pressed into his pillow. She lets out yet another long and pained whine, and then says, “what have I done?

“How should I know?” he replies from the leather swivel chair, biting his lip and furrowing his brown in concentration as he attempts a triple head combo on Ultimate Mecha Strike III. “The only thing you’ve done since you got her was complain about a ruined life. No clarification whatsoever.”

“It’s really bad. Like, worse than Sirius’-obsession-with-Gasolina-bad.”

He looks over at his bed and pauses the game, carefully placing the remote control on his lap.

“Get on with it, then.”

“I may have…” Lily’s cheeks are redder than her hair now, and for some reason, she can’t find it in her to face him.


She gasps for air before blurting out, “I-may-have-told-Petunia-I-was-dating-someone.”

James, the idiot, throws his head back and lets out the loudest bark of laughter, one that can only be rivalled by Sirius’ that one time during the year eleven ball when they saw Dumbledore roller-blading through the venue.

“It’s not funny, Potter,” she huffs, because of course he’d revel in her agony.

“On the contrary, Evans, it’s hilarious.”

“She wants me to bring them over for dinner this weekend,” adds Lily, looking absolutely miserable, and of course, James replies by laughing even harder. “What am I going to do?”

He pauses to think for a second, furiously running his hands through his hair, when suddenly, his eyes light up.

“What?” asks Lily, mid-ponytail-adjusting.

“I could be your fake-boyfriend,” James proposes, shrugging his shoulders like it isn’t that big of a deal. (It is.)

Lily lets out a breath.

“Would you?”

“This will really annoy Petunia,” he prompts, licking his lips.

She looks down at his mouth, but shifts her attention back to his eyes before replying, “so it’s settled then.”

James stretches his hand forward. “Carved in stone.”

Lily takes it, and they both hold on for slightly longer than necessary.

“Brilliant,” she nods. “Thank you for doing this, Potter.”

“It’s no problem. I’ve always liked a good ruse.”

It’s a shame, then, that in reality Lily is completely infatuated with the bloke and would love nothing more than to grab him by the collar and shove him into the nearest closet. And, when Algernon –Potter’s cat– comes in with a bacon sandwich, it almost feels like he can sense how distraught Lily is over the whole thing.

Much later in the day—Potter invited her to stay over for dinner, because of course he did— they’re sat in his carpet, soaking up the moonlight, a bottle of rum that James nicked from Euphemia’s cabinets swinging back and forth between the pair of them.

“You were my first kiss, Potter,” Lily admits.

“You were mine, too.”

She tries convincing herself of how lucky she got, because honestly, it’s quite the perfect set-up. They’ve been mates for so long now, and she’s at his house more often than not, and he took her as his date to his second-cousin’s wedding.

Still, there’s something tugging at her heartstrings, but she vows to try her damn best to squash it. Whatever butterflies she’s got going on have got to go.


At precisely seven o’clock, Lily rings the doorbell, James at her side, holding her hand. When Petunia opens the door, he tightens his hold on it.

The house looks just like always, but tonight it feels even colder. It’s not particularly pleasant living with Petunia and her husband, but even Lily is not used to the icy blue hue that colours the kitchen. It’s the dead of winter and it almost feels like the weather is doing it on purpose. Maybe Petunia had something to do with it—she’s always liked having connections.

Petunia greets the two of them with a smile, a fake one, of course, and looks Potter up and down as if she’s testing him, as if she’s testing them. She can hear Vernon’s voice coming from the living room, rough and gravelly, and Lily hates it, hates that she feels like an outsider in her own house. James senses this, and presses a kiss on her left temple, all part of the act, nothing short of bittersweet.

They make their way to the dining table, calm and quiet, and James puts his arm around Lily’s shoulders, a silent way of telling her he’s there and she can rely on him for support.

She knows. He is her best friend, after all.

Petunia serves them meatloaf and mash, with green beans on the side. Vernon tucks right in, blissfully ignorant to Lily and Petunia’s silent argument. Vernon Dursley is not dumb, but he’s also not particularly clever, and Lily wishes that was the worst she had to say about him.

Today, however, he’s not important. What matters is that she and James make their sham of a relationship seem believable enough.

It’s harder for her than it is for him, she learns. He doesn’t have to think before reaching up to trace the back of her hand, or to flick her on the nose. Lily guesses he must have loads of practice in pretending, what with every ploy he pulls with the rest of the Marauders, his brothers in everything but blood.

And so, because he knows Petunia, James doesn’t launch into an elaborate story of how the two of them came to fall in love, and then into a relationship. Instead, he sums it up in two quick sentences, tries to act as normal as possible, and stares deep into Petunia’s eyes as if to say ‘I’m on her side.’

If Lily’s parents were here, it’d be different, he’d be different, but they aren’t. They aren’t—and well, Lily finds it best not to dwell on such things. This is what she has to deal with. This is her life now.

She is certain her sister can feel the animosity radiating from James’ body. He’s tense, and Lily can feel his leg jumping up and down in a failed attempt to let go of all the pent-up energy. She places her hand on his thigh. He looks down, and then his eyes trace the skin up her bare, freckled arm, to her exposed collarbone, to her flushed cheeks.

She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.


“She saw right through us,” Lily breathes, holding her head between her hands as she crouches down on Potter’s sofa.

“You don’t believe that.”

“I do,” Lily murmurs, and then her silent sobs become louder and it doesn’t take long for her to be drowning in her own tears. It’s a good thing his parents aren’t home.

“Hey, hey, hey,” James tells her, his voice so gentle that it’s barely even there. “What’s wrong?”

She can’t really tell him, of course. Can’t tell him the way it stings, because he’s a damn good actor and she’s desperate for it to be real. It’s overwhelming, and she’s tired, and she just wants to go home, but where even is that anymore? Certainly not at the house, where she’s treated like absolute garbage, and has been for the better part of two years.

“Lily?” he asks, running his hands through his hair, making it even messier than usual, and Lily wishes it could all just stop.

“I think I’m having a panic attack,” she says, and realisation dawns upon James’ face. It doesn’t take long for him to go into full-blown nurse mode. It’s not unusual for Lily to keel over with anxiety. Now that he has a name for it, he knows how to deal with it—he’s done so before.

“Lily,” he starts, slower this time, “breathe with me, okay? We’ll count to ten.” In and out, in and out. “You’re doing great, I’m right here.”

She closes her eyes and does as she’s told, and eventually her head stops spinning and she clings onto James like he’s her only lifeline. “Thank you,” she croaks out, and he shakes his head and assures her that it was no problem.

“How can I help?” James asks, carefully sitting next to her. Lily shrugs, at a complete loss about what to do. He is, too, until an idea pops into his head, except it’s coming from a place of wishful thinking, and so ridiculous that he doesn’t know if he should share it.

Lily, of course, notices. “What is it?” she asks, biting her lip so hard it could bleed.

“We could… um…”

“Yes?” she prods.

“We could practice,” James coughs. “For when she’s around.” He can feel his flaming hot cheeks burn, but when he sees the way Lily’s shoulders relax and her eyes light up, it’s worth it.

“You don’t have to do that, James,” she tells him, in the quietest little voice. It’s sweet, and somewhat hoarse, and he’s oh so very attracted to her.

“I don’t mind.”

She bites her lip again. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Besides,” he presses, “it’s not like we’ve never done it before.”

That was true. They’d been about fourteen at the time. It had been right after school, and they were bored out of their wits and wanted to get it over with.

“So there’s no reason for it to be awkward,” Lily replies, excitement starting to bubble in her stomach.

“None at all.”

“That’s great.”

James nods. “I’m going to kiss you know.”

And so he does.


It’s been two months since the beginning of their charade. Neither of them have been able to sleep, the fact that this is only a ruse tugging at their brains, ripping at their insides. It didn’t take much to convince Petunia, to be honest. She just… walked in on one of their practice sessions and that was it. That, of course, only meant that now they absolutely had to keep it going.

Besides, it’s not like they can fake-break up to get it off their backs. No, Petunia’s annoying as is, it simply wouldn’t do to add fuel to the flame. They’re too young to be prey.

It’s the beginning of March and they’re back in his room, the colourful walls mocking their shared misery. In the midst of the strained silence, Lily hears James mutter, “I can’t do this.”


“This,” he says, this time a little louder, gesturing to the space between the two of them. “I can’t keep this up anymore.”

He wouldn’t. He can’t. No.

“It was your idea!” she counters, panic starting to cloud her vision. She’s desperate, scared out of her wits that this is their downfall. She can’t lose him too, not him, she’s lost so much already.

“Yeah well,” he starts, and Lily notices how he looks about to burst, “I thought I could ignore my feelings, but I guess not, uh—“ his mouth clamps shut. He’s said too much, and there’s no turning back now.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lily asks, the tiniest hint of hope flaring up inside her, and she’s trying to contain it, because it’s likely that she only heard him wrong, but she can’t. She can’t and it’s taking over.

“I’m in love with you.” It’s Earth-shattering. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t deal with it anymore. I can’t stand not knowing what’s real and what’s not, or if there’s anything real at all, because—fuck I wish it was, all of it—“

Suddenly, her body is flush against his. Their lips are tangled together and she’s prodding his mouth open, and it’s desperate, really, the way he’s clinging to her back and she to his neck.

And then, they slow down, and it soon becomes more laughter and smiling and teeth-clashing-against-teeth than actual kissing, but it’s fine, really, because now Lily has her answer. This, right here.

This was home.

I will blow life onto the lips that no longer speak

Is this “love” something that lasts forever?

Is this “love” something forbidden?

I have only one wish, just to see you once more

Is it that in itself seen as a sin?

A depiction from “Parting Regrets”. I just borrowed the lyrics from The Necrophile’s Bride by Kanon.

You Were No Mistake, Baby

You were no accident;

You were a therapeutic chain of events.

You were the bullet that began the war.

You were the angel who began the fall.

You were the first to bite the apple.

You were the bell that tolled thrice.

You were the first brick in the Berlin Wall.

You were the second plane to crash.

You were the destruction of Hiroshima.

Oh, baby, you were no mistake;

You were a planned catastrophe.

~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks

*Note: first two lines borrowed from Camisado by Panic! At The Disco so credit to Ryan Ross*

After fake Claudia vanishes from existence and the rumbling stops, Stiles runs over to where his dad and Lydia are and scoops both of them into a hug, stuttering out a “Oh my god I love you guys, that was so cool, that was so badass.”

When he makes to pull back, the Sheriff smothers him, and they descend into mumbling “I found you again/you found me again” into each other’s shoulders.

Then he turns to Lydia and pulls her close to him, placing a hand on her cheek then sliding it down to her neck, while her hand slides up his shoulder to around his neck.

“Did she hurt you?” he asks the same time Lydia says “Are you okay?”

There’s a pause, then they both chuckle because they just are so in tune with one another and they are both okay - because they have each other. Stiles doesn’t know who pulls who in, but they are hugging again, like in the locker room. Lydia nuzzles her face into his neck, and he feels her breath rush over his ear. “I love you.

His heart stutters in his chest. He pulls back, presses his forehead against hers, noses touching.

“I wanted to say it,” Lydia whispers into the space between their lips, the space which Stiles quickly closes in a chaste but lingering kiss.

“I love you too,” he tells her. “I love you, so much.”

The moment breaks when his phone buzzes. Stiles untangles himself from Lydia (partially, because her arms insist on being wrapped around him) and picks up the call.

Scott’s on the other side. He’s panting heavily, but he sounds relieved and happy when he says “We did it. We diverted the train.” Stiles learns that ‘we’ refers to Scott, Malia, Peter, and - what the heck? - Theo, and figures the rumbling was the - the borrow a lyric - midnight train going on and on and on and on.

Scott says he heard Liam howling from the hospital, and they agree to meet up there (and maybe he’ll punch Theo in the face, just because).

“Scott?” his dad asks once he’s hung up, and Stiles nods.

“We’re meeting at the hospital. Liam’s there.” His jeep is there to, he realises. He drove there but then he and Scott followed the tracks out

“Alright,” the Sheriff says. “Hospital. Then you’re going home to get showered. You smell.”

As they walk over to where Lydia’s car is parked on the back road behind the library building, it suddenly occurs to him that he’s with his dad, who is, well, his dad, and Lydia. Lydia, who loves him back. Lydia, his tether, who pulled him back into reality. Lydia, who is his…something. And somehow, it feels like a family. He looks down at where their hands are interlocked, and something warm and fuzzy stirs in his heart.

“Oh my god.”

Lydia stops in her tracks. Father and son turn to look at her.

“My mum - I haven’t called or seen her in two days…” her head snaps up and she looks at the Sheriff. “Did you - “

He shakes his head. “I didn’t see her when I was down there, but the place was huge. The only person I found was Stiles, thank god.”

The warm and fuzzy feeling gets warmer and fuzzier.

Until Lydia’s hand slips out of his. She’s pulling out her phone, hastily dialling for her mother, all the while mumbling “I can’t believe I forgot.”

The phone rings once…twice…three times, and then her mother picks up.


She visibly relaxes. A long sigh escapes her throat.

“Mom,” she says.

“Lydia?” her mother says again, and Lydia hears the rustling in the background that suggests she’s in bed. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Lydia breathes, smiling at the boy who’s watching her. “We found Stiles, mom.”

“Oh.” There is so much mixed into that one word. Surprise, relief, pride. “You did it, honey. Is he okay? Are you all okay?”

“Yeah, we’re all okay. He’s with me now.” And I’m not letting him get away from me again.

She can almost hear her mother smiling on the other end of the line. “That’s great, honey,” Natalie says. “Do you want to stay with him tonight?”

Stiles is smiling back at her now, having picked up on her relief. Something swells in Lydia’s chest when she replies with “Yes, I think I will.”

Her mother wouldn’t have expected anything else.

“Okay then, call me if you need anything okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, mom.”

“Night, honey.”

She stares at the phone for a while after ending the call, then she looks up.

“She’s okay,” she tells the Sheriff and his son. And when Stiles’ hand finds her again, Lydia thinks, we’re okay.

“Song Of Healing” Spell

Based of the Legend Of Zelda song of the same name.

Originally posted by thestonemask

What You’ll Need

  • Thyme
  • Peppermint
  • Chamomile
  • Sage
  • Lavender
  • Waxing Crescent Moon Water
  • Waxing Crescent Moon
  • Red wax for physical healing
  • Blue wax for emotional healing
  • The Song Of Healing
  • A Poppet 
  • A Small Bowl

What To Do

  • Make sure you’re in a place where you can see the moon for this to work properly.
  • Pour your moon water into the bowl.
  • Place all the herbs in and let them soak in the water for a bit.
  • If you want physical healing drip red wax into the bowl, if you want emotional healing drip blue wax in the bowl, if you want both drip both waxes into the bowl.
  • Place the poppet into the bowl of water so it’s floating while the song plays.
  • Chant/Sing/Think 
    “Day to night, dark to light,
    Fall the sands of time.
    Let the years like the gears
    Of a clock unwind
    In your mind walk through time
    Back to better days.
    Memories, like a dream,
    Wash tears away.
    Like a star in the sky,
    Darkness can’t reach you
    Light the night, joy is light,
    Till the new dawn.
    Cast away your old face
    Let go your spite,
    With this mask I’ll ask
    To borrow your light.”
    (Lyrics by ColdFlameZero on Youtube)
  • Let the poppet soak all the herbs over night and then let it try in a dark place where the moon water’s healing energies cannot be dissipated. (The poppet drying represents the healing process)



- When she had hold of you, I thought, just for a moment, I thought maybe you could die after all.
- Want to know a secret? So did I. And just for a second there, I felt so alive.

Rascal Flatts   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Wow, your hair got so long.”
  • “Just tell ‘em we’re survivors.”
  • “Been waiting on a girl like you.”
  • “’Cause it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “There you go again, it never ends.”
  • “I love you, now, like I loved you, then.”
  • “Every kiss already feels like you own it.”
  • “I just feel it’s time… it’s time to move on.”
  • “I don’t want to spend another lonely night.”
  • “I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while.”
  • “There’s one more sip in this bottle of wine.”
  • “Call me crazy for missing you like this, but I do.”
  • “Baby, come back to me. I swear I’ll make it right.”
  • “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you love me.”
  • “May not be what you want, but it’s what you need.”
  • “I can feel the change… the change you’ve made in me.”
  • “I know it ain’t much, but it comes alive with every touch.”
  • “Yeah, life throws you curves. But, you learned to swerve.”
  • “You talked me out of giving up on myself so many times…”
  • “I’ll try to be that kind of man… because you love me like I am.”
  • “You’ve got a place to lay your head on the other side of my empty bed.”
  • “I was born the day you kissed me. And I died inside the night you left me.”
  • “Some people say we’re too good to be true. But, they don’t get to be loved by you.”
  • “And every bit of love left in this beat up, banged up, scarred up heart, Baby, it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “Every dollar, every dime, every drop of rain, every single thing I could beg, steal, or borrow…”

Title: Romeo and Cinderella [ 4 ]

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Genre: Angst
Characters|Pairing: Zen (Ryu Hyun) x MC/Reader/You

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a|n yay!! i finally updated lololol we all move fast. i am fairly in love with liam payne’s strip that down that’s why i borrowed the lyrics of his song. let’s all sing and dance, shall we? lololol.

You know, I’ve been taking some time
And I’ve been keeping to myself (self)

Your eyes were carefully trained on the television in front of you as you memorized every move and steps he was making while performing. GD Entertainment just released the very latest music video of their top selling artist for the year. Your ears were absorbing every words and lyrics he was singing as he danced and performed on the music video.

I had my eyes up on the prize
Ain’t watching anybody else 

You bit your lip as you watched how he grind his body and swayed to the rhythm he was singing. His voice, his eyes, his jawline, his nose and everything about him were screaming gorgeous and hot. You watched at how he was intently looking at the camera as his hands roamed the body of the woman he was with in the music video.

But your love, it hit me hard, girl
Yeah, you’re bad for my health 

He moved at her back and wrapped his arms on her waist as he leaned in on the crook of her neck, the woman tilting her head to the side to give him access. His eyes were blazing with desire and passion as he flicked himself off of her and started dancing inanimately. He was kicking his feet to the ground and his movements were fast. This was a side of Zen you didn’t know existed. You knew he was good in everything but to be able to dance this sexily and make every possible person want him more and more was just beyond the roof.

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Intimacy and Expansiveness
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Texas painter, Andrea Pramuk, creates organic, drawing-based abstractions. Her pictures may seem familiar at first glance, but on closer inspection, they are not things or places that exist, but rather lyrical subjects whose dialogue originates out of line, color and light. She looks to earthly things that are constant throughout time, reminiscent of stone, sea, sky and botanical forms – all traditional painting subjects.

Andrea uses acrylic paint and dye-based pigments within a system that includes a carefully mixed color palette, paint pouring and drawing techniques, working both flat and at the easel. She arrived at this current method of working due to physical limitations with manual dexterity and also for technical reasons like drying times and limited time constraints. Andrea is well versed in most every painting medium and draws on those technical skills every time a new challenge presents itself. Pouring paint for Andrea is like building sediment layers in stone, creating wave patterns in sand and bringing about tree rings born out of drying paint puddles shrinking one ring at a time. The subjects often look like an aerial view, but might also be found under a microscope.Her process and the subject matter are both temporal and symbiotic.

Poetry comes into play with her choice of titles, often borrowed from music lyrics, poetry or books, while also folding in themes from current events. First, Andrea is first influenced by her artist father, Louisiana painter and Professor Emeritus, Edward Pramuk, who has both a long history as an abstract painter and a teacher at LSU for over 35 years. She was born and raised in and around art from the very beginning, shuffling back and forth between New York City and Baton Rouge.

Next, she looks to artists like Pat Steir and Alice Baber for their looseness with pouring paint and use of color. They are also able to achieve a natural feel to their work that resembles the environment or botanical forms without literally being so, a technique Andrea also employs. She also responds to the sensitivity found in the work of Georgia O’Keefe because it is not an effeminate sensitivity, but feminine in ways that differ from a male artist’s perspective. It is the feminine strength, will and artistic intention that stems from an inner honesty and understanding of ego embodied in her work that Andrea finds compelling. And last, for storytelling and metaphor, Remedios Varo, one of the only women in history to be labeled a surrealist painter, has been an influence on Andrea for many years. As Octavio Paz said about Varo, “she does not paint time, but the moments when time is resting” and then goes on to say that her paintings are “like a sea voyage within precious stone”.

Andrea describes her pictures as intimate and expansive, chronicling the passage of time. Things on her mind today include the balancing act between the terms of formal abstraction and the issues related to the fragility of human life and the planet we inhabit.

Artist Statement | May 3, 2017


Taste in Music, Chapter 5

The song that Levy sings, and therefore lyrics I borrowed, are from It ain’t Me, by Kygo and Selena Gomez.

The song she performs and sings is Oasis - Wonderwall ft. Katy McAllister (Monkey Joker Edit)

WARNING: There is a small mention of drug use in this chapter, but in future chapters this will might intensify. Warnings will be placed, and I will make it a skippable area of the story for anyone who is uncomfortable with the subject.

Fairy tail belongs to Hiro Mashima

The next few days flew by quickly as Levy prepared for her tour to start and they were rarely at home. Getting Gajeel’s passport in order, setting up international phones, packing, recording, approving album art, a photo shoot. Luckily, the big things were taken care of by Levy’s manager, and she owned her own private jet so she could haul Pantherlily without him being stuffed in an animal crate and tossed around, as well as their bikes.

Gajeel cooked pancakes for breakfast and went grocery shopping while Levy stayed with Lucy, still too much in shock to return to the store. He gathered ingredients for real food and planned meals for the next two days in his head, figuring they would eat dinner at the jazz club on Friday for his “going away party.”

While Levy was with him and they were out and about, he kept a close eye on her and rarely let her out of his reach. A part of him wanted to tell her to just wear some god damn pants to prevent anything else from happening, but he didn’t want to dictate what she could wear… besides, she looked so adorable yet sexy in her dresses. He thought he saw a dark figure stalking them while they walked from building to building, but it always vanished before he got the chance to get a look. Tonight was Levy’s first performance with him as her body guard, and he was 100% ready for the bastard if he tried to make a move.

As the night drew nearer, Levy distanced herself emotionally from Gajeel. Her brow was a constant furrow and her answers short, she didn’t joke or make small talk with him like she normally did.

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No Turning Back

“The Floyd… war, death, bitter childhood, alienation, indoctrination, madness, greed, vicious animal husbandry, imprisonment, old age and, inevitably, death. Hi ho, it’s off to work we go. Yet, somehow, there’s something supremely uplifting about them, which has nothing to do with their music’s deep roots in the blues, music devoted to finding resolve in your sorror.

- Jim Irvin, MOJO, December 2001

As one astute reviewer noted in 1972, Pink Floyd ‘don’t dig creative complacency’. A certain amount of pressure, even the well documented tension between band members, has always seemed to fire their creativity. By the same token, philosophical and often mournful reflections in many of their lyrics on the nature of what it is to live and be human are balanced by the uplifting energy and empathy of their music. They are one of the best loved bands, as well as most respected and influential, in the world.

Pink Floyd fans can claim to be hardy as well as passionate. They have spent all night immersed in swirling light and feedback in the ‘60s, were plunged into darkness or blinded with white light as Pink Floyd tested the limits of stage electronics in the ‘70s, and camped out in freezing temperatures for the band’s grand comeback tours of the late ‘80s and ‘‘90s. On every occasion, they have supported a truly progressive band; one who never stopped experimenting and always seemed, to borrow their own lyric, to be ‘stretched to the point of no turning back’.

Week 1 Appreciation post!

Hello everyone, and thank you so much for participating in the first drabble challenge for the Nirvana in Fire Fandom! The goal is to keep inspiring all the wonderful writers we have in bits and pieces!

The themes of Week 1 were borrowed from the lyrics of U2′s greatest hits.

Here are the Week 1 submissions!

  • @umi-has-noodles wrote The One with the Goat… Again - the story of Jingyan and Lie Zhanying meeting a friend from the past at the Spring Hunt for the theme ‘The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear’
  • @katekatharos wrote Indulgent a sweet little story to fill our Jingyan/MCS needs for the theme ‘You give it all but I want more’
  • Strangefen wrote Look not into the past, for it burns - a poignant drabble about MCS’ return to the Lin Manor for the theme ‘Home, that’s where the hurt is’
  • @swankitty wrote take your time; you are coming home to yourself - the story of Jingrui in the aftermath of the disastrous birthday for the theme ‘Home, that’s where the hurt is’  
  • E-contra wrote her very first work in a long time, a soulful Vampire AU MCS X Jingyan drabble for the theme ‘We’re one, but we’re not the same’
  • Strauss also added her first work to the NIF Fandom, a cleverly written drabble from JY’s POV, the way the guillotine wears gravity for the theme  ‘You give it all but I want more’
  • Ancient Moonshine wrote Comfort - an adorable floral encounter between a cranky Changsu, Lin Chen and our baby Fei Liu for the theme ‘The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear’ 
  • @llonkrebboj  was the first poster with her heartfelt We reach the shore - exploring the beginnings of the bromance between Lin Chen and Lin Shu for the theme ‘You give it all but I want more’
  • @orangememory was an irresponsible host and just finished minutes before the deadline :P with her take on pre-canon Liyang and her sufferings in A House is not a home for the theme, ‘Home, that’s where the hurt is’


Two of our authors also submitted extra works/ longer works as well and thanks a ton to them! 

@umi-has-noodles posted the eerie, and beautiful prelude of Jingyan’s heir, trapped in the Eastern Palace in In summer the sky burns. We’ll be waiting for the rest of the story!

Bearundersiege posted the hilarious gaming AU we all have been waiting for in Covenant. It’s a rollicking read!

Thanks for all the support everyone, and please go read all these wonderful stories! Week 2 sign-ups are till tomorrow, so sign up if you can and keep em coming!