burn brighter than the sun

Bygones of the Sun | 01 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 10.4k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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This is for the quiet girls. The ones who sit with their fingers intertwined or sleeves tucked inside their thumbs. The ones who speak with their eyes more than their words. These are the girls you don’t notice, but they notice you. They watch you snicker about people’s insecurities and doubts. They know who you secretly admire. They know about the secrets you try to hide, but for them are in plain sight. They still keep their mouth shut anyways, because they know how it feels to be thrown in the spotlight when all you want to do is dream in the shadows.

This is for the artificial girls. The ones who change themselves every so often to fit in. The ones who run from themselves, because they are afraid of being one thing. The ones who struggle with accepting who they are, because their minds have been infected with society’s standards of what it means to be pretty or normal. The ones who are brilliant at hiding their battles and scars. They will never show you that it hurt what you said. They are intriguing souls that once you got to know, you are bound to get lost in them.

This is for the independent girls. The ones who boldly accept that they are their own person. The ones with the fiery or extremely cold eyes. The ones who are not afraid to use their voice. The ones who are constantly being judged by sexist individuals for demanding what they deserve. The ones you know of, but are too intimidated to ask for their names. The ones who replace the word, ’fear’, with the word, ‘challenge’. They are the role models I strive to be.

This is for the wild girls. The ones who live for cheap thrills. The ones who crash too hard and run on fumes. These are the girls who wear their hearts on their sleeves. They turn reality into fiction. They know the difference between infatuation and love, even though sometimes the two become blurred. They love with their whole heart, and are too good for anybody. They can also ruin you with a single touch, if they chose to. They burn brighter than the sun, so stay away if you can’t handle it.

This is for the good girls. The ones who know how to say ‘no’, but choose not to do it. The ones who often feel like they don’t quite belong with the rest of the world, because they don’t do things that typically the people of their age group are doing. The ones who never get enough credit. Stars burn inside of their wrists and honey spills from their mouth when they speak. These are the girls you’d fall in love with if you dared.

This is for the heartbroken girls. The ones who constantly try to take away the pain of others by injuring themselves. The ones who feel that they are not enough in anything that they do, even though they do more than enough. They are the ones who give deep advice when you need it. The ones who are hungry to have a life that is so full of love and happiness that it leaves them starving. They are remarkable poets in disguise.

This is for the girls who exist too much or too little. You are much needed.

—  This is for all the girls who walk this planet. You are much valued.

i. Eros — is a lover with a burning passion that outshines and burns the all others with a fiery flame that in return burns them. It is a fire with raw intensity that could melt pure steel and harden the softest of hearts into the purest of diamonds. Eros is not always that of a true lover.


ii. Ludus — is a lover like that of milk and honey and innocence. Its whispers fainter than flower petals against soft skin. It is a soulmate that burns brighter than the sun whose heart is purer than the whitest of sands. Though Ludus’ love is not raw and passionate and burning. It is a love built on secrecy and promises and trust and toothy grins and nostalgic scents. 


iii. Philia — is a lover built on blood and dirt and gritted teeth. Philia is the iron in the blood and plasma from which the deepest stars in the galaxy are made of. They are passionate and forgiving and most of all undeniably understanding. A lover that is not easily found, nor a lover that is easily forgotten.


iv. Pragma — is a lover that understands with a maturity like no other. Pragma knows nothing of revenge or deep rooted hatred. It isn’t a first kiss or childish crushes. Pragma is a lover with selfless desires and a heart full of gold and warmth and an understanding touch. The bands between two hearts and the long journey to the stars. A lover who is everlasting even when their other half is no longer apart of them.


v. Agape — is a lover whose heart fell for strangers on empty buses and midnight train station platforms. The color yellow. A lover of naivety and hope and carefree. One who could only see others as if they had done no wrong. A lover built of wanderlust and fairy tales and stardust. One who extends galaxies to the ones they love, for nothing in return.


vi. Philautia — is a lover of themselves. A lover often mistaken for vanity and selfishness. A lover who need not to be desired, to appreciate their self-worth. Though they often are desired by many. Philautia is one who only needs the love they give off. They are a lover made of silver stones and a heart guarded by rusted chains.

—  Six Kinds of Lovers by Nicole Moon

anonymous asked:

Please do tell me more about that AU with Cas as a pagan god.It's absolutely necessarily.Believe me.The world needs it.

Oh, Nonnie  ❤︎

Dean stands in complete silence, breathless as he understands what he’s seeing.
It’s a temple.
It sits quietly between the trees, unmoved by time, light dancing on the leaves covering it’s surface.
Forgotten and ruined, it became part of the forest, stone floors and crumbled walls covered in moss and vines.
It’s almost impossible to see where one ends and the other beings, with columns made of trees it looks like it belongs there, right in the middle of nowhere.
It looks so natural that Dean doesn’t even realize where he is until he’s right before the altar.

He breathes, taking the final step and finding himself in place which is usually reserved for the higher priests and priestess.
Slowly, he starts to clean the altar, revealing dark stone with edges covered in sigils.

Somewhere a bird starts singing, and the dust drifts lazily in the air, glittering in the sunlight.

Gods are absolute.
Some are older than the world itself, able to bend and shape both time and space.
Some are younger, created by the violent fire of newly-born Sun or the first drop of rain on Earth.

He traces the symbols with his fingertips, unfamiliar shapes he wishes he could understand. He doesn’t need to know their meaning to recognize that they are ancient, though. This temple belongs to a god so old that his worshipers spoke in a language no one knows anymore. An language that doesn’t look like anything else Dean has ever seen.

A shiver runs down his spine.

He know stories about the old gods, born of chaos and the first light, gods that are here from always and that will be forever.
About their many faces and countless wings, thousand eyes burning brighter than the Sun and voice louder that thunder.

Young gods are scary, the old ones are terrifying.



This thought alone makes him drop to his knees, suddenly aware of how disrespectful he was, walking like that into a god’s home, standing before an altar with his soul so dirty.
He doesn’t have much ; all he can offer in apology is a little bit of milk and honey he has left.

He watches as the stone becomes white and gold, and prays for forgiveness to a nameless diety.



Girl,
you were born with a fire inside you,
and this world is determined to stamp it out. 

You will see it when you stand up for yourself
and you are told ‘it isn’t ladylike to raise your voice.’

You will hear it when you wear something that hugs your body
and feel the uncomfortable sensation of being stripped naked
by the eyes of men who call you names you are still too young to understand.

You will know it when a man tries to use his strength
to have his way with you the first time,
and you need to use your fists/teeth/legs to get him off.

You will understand it when you see
your mother’s eyes filled with terror
because you are an hour later than you said you will be home.

But you must never ever let them take
those flames from within your soul,
Instead, you must burn brighter than ever
because you are a daughter of the Sun,
And you belong only to yourself, not to this world.

—  For Girls Who Are Filled With Fire | Nikita Gill

Since a few people seemed interested when I said I’d do it, a list of every time Yang’s been compared to the sun off the top of my head:

  • I Burn: “You’re standing too close to a flame that’s burning, hotter than the sun in the middle of July.”
  • Gold: “I will burn like the sun, I will keep you safe and warm.”
  • Gray during the 2x06 Burning the Candle commentary: “So like, Yang is the sun and, hey, surprise, Blake is in shadows and whatever. And by the end of it, Blake’s a little sunnier for having been around Yang.”
  • 4x04 Family: “You’re Yang Xiao Long. My sunny little dragon.”
  • 4x09 Two Steps Forward, One Step Back: “You’ve always been one to burn brighter than everyone else.”
  • Armed and Ready: “I am the golden one, who burns just like the sun.“

I’m think that’s all of them? I could be wrong though.

The one in 4x09 isn’t a direct comparison to the sun so maybe I shouldn’t count it, but the phrasing of “burn[ing] brighter than everyone else“ still brings up sun imagery to me.

There’s also Yang itself, which, according to that Akira inspired shirt they did a while ago, is written as 陽 (阳 in simplified form) which literally means “sun”.

Also, that’s three for three on Yang songs that compare her to the sun.

*rolls around quietly on Isabela, Merrill and Anders feelings*

I just

Merrill is so good and she has such a good heart?

And she wants so desperately to save this one relic of what the Dalish used to be

And she’s willing to take her own risks and pay her own prices and she knows damn well what she’s gotten herself into

And she tries so hard and just can’t predict how the others will react. 

And she makes mistakes because of it and she still believes in second chances and in people and she’s so kind to Anders and Fenris even when they’re awful to her, because she believes in them and she knows what they’ve come through.

And so much has gone wrong for her but she still sees the beauty in everything.

And Isabela! Isabela who believes in freedom and has been through so much. Isabela who closes off, trying to protect herself, because she’s seen what happens when you don’t

Isabela who knows who she is and who embraces her mistakes and who fucks and drinks and fights and will not fucking be shamed for any of it (and shouldn’t be) and who believes in finding your own way and making your own decisions

(And who is goddamn hilarious too like oh my god, I have so much fun with her and my purple Hawkes. Like I don’t rival b/c it comes off as like super judgey of her choices to me and I am not about that but there are some definite lines with really unclear summaries that have caused reloads and while it can’t be in my canon b/c it gets like ridic amounts of rivalry I can’t stop fucking laughing at “I always knew you had a heart of gold. We just have to dig it out and sell it.” Because I mean, she does have a heart of gold, she really does, she is good and she is kind and she’s had to do some terrible things to survive for which I do not judge her but she hasn’t let any of it steal away that good heart)

And she’s slow to love and slow to trust for good reasons but goddammit if you stand by her she will stand the fuck by you in the end. She can’t help it, not even when she knows this book in her arms could buy her freedom

(And her interactions with Merrill oh my god. Literally the only Companion I can think of who I have never once wanted to smack upside the head over at least one potential line about Merrill and just. ‘Because you have a good heart and you deserve better’ and she treats Merrill like a fucking adult, because she is, and she’s the only fucking one to walk up Sundermount with you and Merrill in the end and ask “Are you sure?” but support her no matter what.)

And Anders. Anders. I mean we all know how much I love him but I just.

Anders the runaway, Anders the rebel, Anders the symbol of revolution. 

Anders in Awakening the ‘not nearly as selfish as he likes to think’, seizing his chance at freedom again and again but when you let him go he comes back to fight darkspawn with you, no matter the risk. Who speaks up if you decide to burn Amaranthine, who plays at cowardice and self preservation and hides his pain with bad jokes and who knows how fragile his position is and how few people get to run away as many times as he has, who knows from a fucking year in that cell with no one but a cat what they have already done to him. 

Who banters with Justice about the impossibility of more rebellion than this. Who comes to wonder if he really can do something, who sees that the Templars will never stop coming after him, who is so fucking angry at what has been done, to him and to Circle mages everywhere.

Anders who sets up a Clinic in Darktown, who loses the man he thought he could run away with, who is bright and bitter and jagged at the edges, who is mentally ill in unpretty ways and who I don’t always agree with but goddammit who burns with passion and belief and love brighter than any sun and who does not has not will never submit.

And I love them all so fucking much.

JACIN AND WINTER WOULD BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ICE DANCING PARTNERS EVER. Just hear me out.

- Their parents signed them up as children because why not but THEY WERE IN LOVE THE MOMENT THEY REALIZED HOW IT FELT BECAUSE OH MY STARS AM I FLYING
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They start going often. And then daily. It’s just a hobby—just a hobby—but pretty soon they’re going backward and looping and one day, one day, they’re jumping.
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The chemistry between them unbelievable. The way Jacin looks at her? The way she looks back? No one else sees it, but when they’re on the ice…they find a part of them that shines.
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And now they’re older. Undefeated. Their signature dance is called The Princess and her Guard, and at the pinnacle, when he holds her in his arms, when they are sent backward and around and around again, when everyone holds their breath—that is the moment they fall in love. Every time.
- At the end, they first smile at the crowd, but the second smile is for each other, and it burns brighter than sun on glittering ice.

Midnight Sun

Midnight sun, please come alive
And set this world on fire;
In my heart will your light thrive
Brighter than my burning pyre.

Midnight sun, stay with me;
Hand in hand, we’ll face together
All the pain that we can’t see,
During cold and stormy weather.

Now night reigns upon the land,
Darkness caught me in a cage;
I won’t let this be my end,
For all I see is red and rage.

Midnight sun, I will not break,
Because my fight will last forever;
And in red dawn’s final wake
I will make every endeavour.

Midnight sun, I’ll keep you safe,
A promise for my final breath;
It’s colder here than in my grave,
And I am not afraid of death.

~A poem inspired by Victoria Aveyard’s Red Queen series (specifically the end of Glass Sword). It’s from Mare’s point of view. I hope you enjoy it.~

Here`s a list of songs that motivate me - feel free to add yours!

  • Ready - Kodaline (”Never let the pressure tell you that you`re not capable of being everything that you want.”)
  • Hallelujah - Paramore
  • Change Your Life - Little Mix
  • What Are You Waiting For - Nickelback (This makes you think so much…”Everyboy needs a leap of faith, when are you taking yours?”)
  • Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys (For all my ladies out there 🔥)
  • Shine - Birdy (”…if your heart tells you to, then who are you to question it?”)
  • Find Your Way - The Afters
  • The Promise - Emma Blackery (”You are more than capable.” This song means the world to me.)
  • Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy
  • New Americana - Halsey
  • Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall - Coldplay (Really cool for people like me, who find comfort in music.)
  • Firework - Katy Perry (I know, it`s old and cliche but everytime I hear this I want to dance and light fireworks - and I don`t ever dance.)
  • We Are Young - FUN (”So let`s set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun…” 🔥)
  • I`ll Stand By You - Glee Cast
  • I`ll Be Okay - McFly (This song is so much fun???)
  • Don`t Forget Where You Belong - One Direction
  • Now - Paramore (So damn powerful: “There`s a time and a place to die but this ain`t it!”)

There are so many more!! I would love to see what your favourites are… x

Norse "Non-Gods”

These are all beings who have godlike powers and/or status but they are not technically gods. As usual I will be using the Swedish names as only some of them have English translations.

Some of the information here might be a bit vague; if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.

Ägir

  • Ägir means ocean.
  • Married to Ran | Father to the Nine Waves
  • Ruler of the ocean, mostly associated with the surface, islands, and shipping lanes.
  • It is also said that when there’s a lot of sea foam he is brewing mead and preparing for a feast.

Ran

  • Ran means robbery.
  • Married to Ägir | Mother to the Nine Waves
  • Ruler of the ocean and everything in it.
  • Anyone who drowns is caught in her net and get to live with her (and Ägir) in their home at the bottom of the ocean.
  • Both of the phrases “climbing into Rans bed” and “getting stuck in Rans net” are synonyms for drowning.

Ägir and Ran

  • King and queen of the ocean.
  • They live in a grand palace made out of pure gold at the bottom of the ocean and are probably the richest beings in the creation as all treasure that fall in the ocean belong to them.
  • Even though they are both giants they are good friends with the gods. This is probably because they often host huge feasts and are known for having the best mead.

Angerboda

  • Her name is a mixture of the words regret and foreshadow this is probably because two of her offsprings (Fenrir and Jörmundgand) will play big parts in Ragnarök.
  • She is a giant and a powerful witch known for her prophetic powers.
  • Lives deep in the dark, ancient forest, Järnveden where järnvidjor (female evil giants, skilled in magic) lives.
  • Järnveden is also filled with werewolves all of which she has given birth to.

Utgårdaloke

  • He is an extremely powerful and intelligent giant.
  • He is the master of illusions and is known for “playing” with his victims before killing them.
  • He lives in a giant fortress called Utgård which lies beyond Järnveden.

Hel

  • Her name comes from the old word halja which means to hide/hidden.
  • Ruler of Helheim, the biggest death kingdom where most people go when they die.
  • She is as cold and grim as her kingdom and only seems to care about the souls that have ended up there.
  • During famine and plagues she can be seen riding a three-legged horse called a Helhest (mostly talked about in Danish folklore).
  • She is one of the three children Loke had with Angerboda (the others being Fenrir and Jörmundgand) and when the gods discovered her they through her down to Nifelheim. The fall caused her to be so badly wounded that half of her body is black/blue, the other half is as pale as a corpse and she also has a humpback as well as a limp.

Nornorna

  • There are three of them: Urd (fate), Verdandi (creation), and Skuld (necessity).
  • Verdandi creates the thread which represents life, Urd intertwines different threads, and finally Skuld cuts the thread, ending the life.  
  • They control the destiny of every living thing and they never tell anyone what is going to happen, not even the gods.
  • They live under one of Yggdrasils roots by Urds well where they rub white clay into the tree to keep it alive and healthy.

Valkyrior

  • The word means “chooser of the fallen”.
  • They are female beings who work for Oden.
  • Their job is to retrieve the heroes that Oden (and, according to some sources, Freja) has chosen as they die in battle.
  • Sometimes they can be seen right before a battle, usually pouring out blood on the ground; though there is a story about a man who saw them right before a battle sitting in a small cottage, singing while weaving a weave out of human intestine.
  • Skuld (one of Nornorna) is their leader.
  • In Asgård they appear to be beautiful women as they serve food and mead to the gods and fallen heroes. When they are in Midgård they reveal their true form as terrifying, raven like beings.

Surt

  • Ruler over Muspelheim, home of the fire giants.
  • He is older than any of the gods as well as the creation itself as he was born out of the fire in the begging of time.
  • He is always at his post at the entrance of Muspelheim and destroys anyone who gets too close.
  • He owns a burning sword which burns brighter than the sun itself and is the most powerful weapon there is.
  • After Ragnarök, when the gods has been destroyed, he and his giants will burn down the entire creation.

This is compiled from my own grimoire / what I was taught growing up

Last edited 28-11-16: @ the person who politely asked me to clarify some things: thank you for pointing out the parts that were a bit vague, if there’s anything else you would like me to clarify just send an ask my way.

Relocated [1/10]

Summary: Reader recently moved to another city. She meets a man, spends a day with him at an iconic tourist location, and the story goes…

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: Extremely cliché, slight cursing

Word Count: 3,003

Author’s Note: This is heavily inspired by Before We Go and Playing It Cool. I’m a romcom fanatic, so this will be the most cliché of the clichés. Hope it ain’t too bad?

Originally posted by forassgard

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It was only 9AM in the morning and the sky was a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen. With a groan, Y/N slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As her sleepiness washed away, the sight before her made her drop her head back onto her pillow with a whine. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Having only moved a few days ago, she hasn’t had the time to unpack and sort everything out yet. Her arms dangled off the side of her twin size bed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to plan out her day. I should unpack and put everything in place today, she thought. Y/N turned her head to the right and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly and she could hear the faint chirping of birds outside.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “The weather’s too good to be cooped up inside.”

Decision made, she tossed her blanket aside and dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up. Twenty minutes and a bowl of cereal later, she’s ready to take on the day. Dressed in a plain white V-neck and a pair of dark wash jeans with an army green backpack slung over her shoulders, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and was off to explore her new home – the city of San Francisco.

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We Are Young (Fun cover)
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We Are Young (Fun cover)

We are young (Fun cover) || Hozier

Now I know that I’m not
All that you got
I guess that I, I just thought
Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart
But our friends are back
So let’s raise a toast
‘Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun