but that is not that day and i am not about to embark on that journey

lets-meet-there  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if I could request fics about wonderful Wedding and Honeymoon Adventures? (you're amazing).

Hi! Thanks for all these requests! These fics are so cute!

Wedding Fics

the clavicle-snapped wish by astoryaboutwar, Mature, 6.5k
The sun glints off their twin gold bands, the band strikes up their first dance, and together, they follow each other into the rest of their lives. SO CUTE 

What happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas by Gayson, Teen, 21k
What better place to hold a bachelor part then Vegas! Yuuri and his groomsman: Emil, Minami, Seung Gil, Otabek, and Phichit all embark on the craziest night of their lives thanks to the few connections the best man has within Sin City. LOVE!

Simple Misunderstandings by wine_did_this_to_me, Gen, 2.8k
Yuuri has finally won a gold medal, and when he and Viktor return to Russia, Viktor begins behaving strangely. He asks Yuuri strange questions and forces him to buy a new suit, and takes up discussing color schemes at all hours of the day, and finally, he realizes he might be misunderstanding Viktor’s intentions. Pre-wedding! Thumbs up!

vows by fan_nerd, Gen, 1.1k
The wedding is held on April 12th after Yuuri receives his first gold medal at a major event. I’m totally not sobbing *sobs*

On the Wedding Night of Two Lovebirds by leoji_is_life (pie_stained_trench_coat), Explicit, 3.7k
“Shouldn’t you be dancing with your husband?”
“Mmm, I don’t mind watching.”
“Uh huh.” Phichit raised an eyebrow when Viktor turned to look at him. “Are you sure he doesn’t mind you just watching?” OMG 

How to Be a Good Husband by phoenixwings, Teen, 2.7k
It’s not that he’s having second thoughts about getting married — Victor’s never wanted anything as much in his life as he wants to marry Yuuri, he’d trade all his gold medals and wealth for the privilege of being Yuuri’s husband — but he has no idea how to be a husband. SO CUTE!

We’re Going to Have a Wedding! by rememberednoah, Gen, 17k
After an intense figure skating season, Yuuri and Viktor decide to take a well earned break. Why? Well, there’s the small matter of having to plan their wedding. As the pair relaxes in their rented apartment in the States, they discover just how stressful wedding planning can be. Maybe they should have asked for some help… But this sort of stress can work as a bonding experience, right? Wedding planning fic! I AM ACTUALLY SOBBING I LOVE THIS 

Newlywed Bliss by garbage_dono, Explicit, 1.5k
After the ceremony, Victor and Yuuri celebrate their marriage together. Bottom!Victor!

the warmest part of winter by dadvans, Mature, 8k
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. So cute, I love the art in it!

One Night to Blow by qwartooty, Teen, 3.2k
in which Yuuri gets drunk, Viktor probably gets a boner, and Phichit finally gives his best man’s speech. BIG THUMBS UP

Wedding Presents by BatMads, Gen, 1.7k
Victor has a wedding present to give Yuri on their honeymoon, and it’s better than anything Yuri could have expected. Lovely one-shot!

5 Hidden Talents of Yuuri Katsuki (And one not so hidden) by Fangirlshrewt97, Gen, 16k
There are only a few days to the Victuuri wedding so all the skaters have joined our favorite couple at Hatsetsu in the days leading up to it. During their stay, they all learn some new things about the Japanese skater that they had previously not known. Love!

Something Borrowed, Something Red by bibliomaniac, Gen, 1.5k
Kenjirou Minami is feeling incredibly #blessed. The wedding from Minami’s point of view! SO CUTE I LOVE

Wedding Night by utlaginn, Explicit, 3.6k
The world may not believe it, but they haven’t yet shared a bed.Yuuri decides that that changes–tonight, of all nights. Smutty and sweet!

sight of the sun by cityboys, Teen, 6.4k
It’s still new, reaching inside himself and finding nothing but love there, and a yearning for life—for the rest of his own life—that’s never been this sort of present before. It’s still new, just like the band on his own ring finger is still a wonder, just like seeing Yuuri’s own band has not stopped giving Victor such a dizzying rush of emotion every time he sees it, days after the wedding. HONEYMOON FIC

Get me to the Church On Time by InsominiacArrest, Teen, 4.1k
Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched. CUTEE

honey sweet and slow by alykapedia, Explicit, 2.5k
Viktor wakes not for the first time to the sound of waves, the faintest rustle of sheets, and most importantly, the sound of Yuuri’s steady breathing. I adore this honeymoon fic! 

we’ll call this place our home by perennials, Gen, 2.2k
The Big Day approaches, and Viktor seeks advice from various members of the Katsuki family. I LOVE THIS

Always and Forever (Stay Close to Me-YOIWeek2017) by paxton1976, Mature, 5k
Battling nerves, Yuuri embarks on the greatest journey of his life with Viktor. LOVE!

izzycat6  asked:

Do you have recommendations for a Klance slowburn fic? (Doesn't really matter if it's an AU)

Friend f r i e n d it’s been ages since I actually got to sit down and read a fic but I’ve read lots of them in the past so you definitely came to the right person :P (I actually wrote one of my own; it’s called Magic Me Some Love and is about Galra!Keith/Magician!Lance in a medieval fantasy setting, if you’re into that.)

Now. Slow burn klance fics that aren’t on pretty much every fic rec list out there already with a minimum of either 60k words or that are unfinished still:

Ignorance Is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp

As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew?
Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he’s the less-evil one, too, so that’s always a plus.


The Message by Shipstiel

Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

>>wrong number AU with an extra dash of angst. But if you’ve read any of the other fics this author has written you’ll know that they specialize in fluff and that absolutely shines through in the fic^^

Quest for Altea by fandomlicious

20 years after the legendary sword Voltron was drawn from its stone by Queen Allura, it is stolen and eventually lost in the dangerous Balmeran Forest. To prevent the rogue knight Zarkon, his witch companion Haggar and their army of Galra warriors from claiming the sword and conquering all of Altea, it falls to Lance, with the help of a dark-haired hermit, to embark on the treacherous journey, save his kingdom and reunite his broken family.

>>if you don’t mind OCs that you get to know throughout the fic taking on a more important role, you should totally check out this fic. It’s plot heavy and reads like a published novel :D

Foreign Scenes by bwyn

Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

>>it’s one of the few fics that I haven’t read personally yet and still won’t hesitate to recommend. lots of my friends have read and praised it, apparently it’s fluffy and fun. it’s absolutely on my to read list :D

Crossroads by manamune

When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.
What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

>>this one. if you haven’t read it yet, go read it. it was my fav voltron fic for a long long time!!!! it’s got it all, plot, romance, character development, realistic amounts of angst- it’s very very good. 

Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani

The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city’s most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn.

>>not into cars and street racing AUs? neither am i, my friend, and yet this is one of the best voltron fics i’ve read. trust me when i tell you that you want to read everything written by this author.

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani (! unfinished!)

Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.
Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.

>>if there is one deaf!AU you should read then it’s this one. it’s really amazing all around - i’ve been following it since 2016 and i still always get excited over e-mail updates.

Ghost of the Future / Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani (! unfinished!)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.
When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.


Stick It by noussommeslessquelettes

After a run-in with the law, former national phenom turned delinquent Keith Kogane is forced to return to the regimented world of elite gymnastics, facing old foes and new challenges.

>>!!!!!!!!!! it’s such a good fic!! based on such a good movie!!!!! i’m kinda upset that not more people have read it, it’s good, give it a try, it won’t disappoint^^

Not That Bad by varelsen

A college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.

>>the summary nails it. also starring socially anxious!keith but despite that he seems pretty in character. it’s amazing and i really love this author’s style of writing :D

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

>>dragon au i repeat dragon au this is not a drill everyone - this fic!!! is freaking!!!! amazing!!!!!!! it’s in my top 5 minimum go try it out :D

Altea High by Lixie (! unfinished!)

Go back to school they said. It’ll be fun they said. Yeah, sure. It’s tons of fun scaling lava walls, accidentally setting things on fire, and being babysat by the school’s flirt.
When Lance signed up (*cough* bribed *cough*) to show the new firebug around the school he thought it would be a piece of cake. He did not anticipate the sour attitude, spontaneous explosions, intimate moments in elevators…

>>the sky high au you always knew you needed :D it’s still in the very early stages but the fic is really fun so far!!

Blue Shells and Comic Books by SonofHades (! unfinished!)

Lance has too much time on his hands, Keith doesn’t have enough. Lance leans more towards being outgoing and sociable, while Keith keeps to himself and can be mostly unpleasant. Neither think they have anything in common. What they don’t realize, however, is that there happens to be a very popular graphic novel that connects them together. Lance happens to be an avid reader and Keith just happens to secretly be the author.

>>another fic i’m super pumped for oh my god. each new chapter mail has me grinning like a maniac. the waiting between updates is suffering but all worth it in the end. it’s fun and interesting and i love it!

Flirting With Death by drippingpen (! unfinished!)

Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.
More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.
Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.

>>skdfghjksfhgdksjfhgjfjd i cannot describe it. the plot is really amazing and keith and lance are so attracted to each other but they can’t kiss because that would literally kill lance. it belongs to the top most interesting voltron fics out there :D

in your shoes by lydiamartin (! unfinished!)

The one where Keith and Lance live in different cities but swap bodies – and angry love notes – multiple times a week.

>>Kimi No Na Wa (your name) AU!!!! so basically anything but your typical body switch AU :P give it a try, you will be surprised by it, especially if you haven’t seen the movie.

Of Lions And House Cats by Ms_Towa (! unfinished!)

Keith is a superhero who’s been pining after the cute boy who works at the music shop across the street from HQ. He also doesn’t know that the cute boy is the same vigilante he wants to bring to justice.

>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all the chapters are insanely long but they’re all worth it. the plot develops rather slowly but it’s perfect as it is :P the slowest of burns. despite that it never made me lose interest in it so definitely go check it out if you have multiple hours of nothing to do!! :D

I’m gonna stop here because this list is already insanely long but it is faaaaaar from finished, believe me. This fandom produces so many good fics I can’t keep up with it ; - ;

Top Ten Awesome Fanfics *

* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec …
* yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.

The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …

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The Last Jedi Teaser Poster Anyalsis

Worth a Thousand Words

An Analysis of The Last Jedi Teaser Poster

Having just returned home from Star Wars Celebration: Orlando, I am filled with emotions, excitement and anticipation for the next installment of the Skywalker family saga. I was fortunately enough sit in the The Last Jedi panel, after 20 hours of sitting on a concrete floor, and an additional 10 hours before hand, queueing outside. However, that panel was worth every second of the wait time. And while most people will say the long anticipated teaser trailer stole the show, as an artist and illustrator, for me, the star of the show was the teaser poster, that was also revealed.

My jaw literally dropped as I stood in stunned silence as the crowd cheered around me. In fact, my line buddy, a member of the 501st by the name of Matt, repeatedly asked if I was okay as stood agape at the poster, amazed in it’s brilliant design as well as very clear and intentional use of visual story telling. I was flabbergasted at the bold choices made by Lucasfilm in this teaser poster, and I do believe that this is more of an indicator of the film’s story, rather than the trailer. This poster tells us, the viewer, everything we need to know about the direction of the upcoming movie, as well as helps dispel the rumors that The Last Jedi will be nothing more than a carbon clone of The Empire Strikes Back.

Before I go into detail I just want to say that it’s no secret that I ship reylo, however, for the purposes of this discussion, I am setting aside my implicit biases and talking about the facts stated in this poster, rather than fan speculation and conjecture.

First and foremost, what stood out to me is the simplicity in the poster’s design. We see only three characters, Rey, Luke and Kylo Ren. After doing extensive research, I found that this is the ONLY poster with just three characters. All previous Star Wars posters depict the main ensemble of cast members, as far back as 1979’s A New Hope. Never before has a Star Wars poster depicted only three members of the cast, and it is a clear statement that these three characters are the most important in relation to the story. There is also a not so subtle nod to Luke Skywalker in the original promotional theatrical poster for A New Hope. Both Rey and Luke are positioned in almost the same spacial area, in the same pose, with an ignited light saber raised up. For Luke, this symbolized his acceptance of his heroic journey, and the inherent power he possessed. For Rey, however, the meaning is vastly different. The sequel trilogy is very much about passing the torch from the old generation to the new, and unlike in The Force Awakens, Rey is present and accepting of that power, physically and metaphorically, in The Last Jedi, the second installment, rather than the first. Rey is our new hero, now heroine, embarking on her own heroine’s journey.

Now I know not many fans like Kylo Ren, and in fact they perceive him as a whiny emo cry baby, trying his best (and failing) to emulate Grandpa Vader, but his importance in the story cannot be overstated! He is the descendent of Darth Vader, and Leia Organa, and as much as most fans dislike him, that’s just simply a fact! The Star Wars trilogy movies are about the Skywalker family, and he is the new Skywalker of the trilogy. He is important to the cinematic universe as a whole, and characters from the The Force Awakens who easily had double the amount of screen time as him, such as Finn, were purposefully omitted from the poster in lieu of Kylo Ren. Regardless of how much fans like his character, he is going to play a very impactful role in the film to come. I know that he is not the most important character or the focal point of the poster, however, given the overly negative response he solicits from fans, I felt that it is important and necessary to make my position, and the poster’s narrative clear; even if you don’t like his character, Kylo Ren is a key player in the Skywalker family saga, and the cinematic universe as a whole.

When analyzing any piece of artwork, regardless of the the medium, the best jumping off point is the focal point. In The Last Jedi teaser poster, the viewer’s eye is immediately drawn to Rey, brought forth by the strong contrast of the blue halo of light emitting from her lightsaber. In terms of visual hierarchy and storytelling, she is the most important element to not only the poster, but in the movie it represents. Her position, in the lower center of the foreground suggests that she is the most grounded of the three characters, and thus the one that we, as the viewer, is meant to relate to the most. However, she is removed from both Luke and Kylo, positioned below them, which indicates that she was not a initially part of their conflict. And originally, she wasn’t. Rey was just a scavenger, abandoned by her parents on Jakku, struggling each day to survive. At that point, Rey didn’t know or care about the Force, Resistance or the First Order. Her primary goals and motivations were pure and simple, survival.

This coincides with the backstory indicated in not only The Force Awakens but also in Claudia Grey’s novel, Bloodline. There are no indication that either men knew who Rey was or her origins until she found BB-8 and became tangled in fight with the First Order. Luke and Kylo have a contentious and tumultuous past, filled with conflict and anger, as they stand on opposite sides of Rey’s light saber. This is a visual metaphor for the Force, and where Luke and Kylo represent the Light side, and Dark side respectively. Separating them is Rey, and the light of her saber. Although she is removed from their history, Rey has been flung into the foreground of the struggle between opposing sides of the Force. She is part of their present, and thus their future. In short, the resolution of Luke and Kylo’s conflict rests on Rey’s shoulders, both metaphorically and visually in the poster.

The struggle been Kylo Ren and Luke is an interesting and important to the story, but what is more important is what it represents! At its core, Star Wars is a fairy tail, and was intended to tell stories and teach children about the human condition and morality. Understanding every detail of Luke and Kylo’s past is less important as what their struggle represents. It is the timeless struggle of good vs. evil. If the timeline in Bloodline is to be trusted completely, and there are no extra twists and turns in the interum, Kylo Ren turned to the Dark side of the Force approximately six years prior, and has been unable to locate or confront Luke since his disappearance. What has changed in that time? Why will Kylo suddenly be able to locate his former master on Ahch-to? The answer is right in the poster, Rey!

This of course opens the doors to a whole new set of theories, such as a Force Bond, or Snoke obtains a copy of the map and so on. But there is practically no solid evidence to substantiate any of these claims, and at this point, they are pure conjecture.

I also find Rey’s placement in the middle quite interesting in the wider context of the history of the Force itself. One of the central themes Star Wars has always been finding balance. In the prequel trilogy we saw this through Anakin’s development from the heroic Jedi knight, to the Sith Lord, Darth Vader. And yes, Anakin is responsible for choosing his actions and must therefor accept the consequences of such actions, however, the biggest contributing factor to his descent into darkness was the Jedi Order and their absolute refusal to acquiesce to the basic human nature of love and attachment. In fact, one can argue that the Jedi Order is even more barbaric and cruel than the Sith. Companionship and attachment is one of the hallmarks of humanity, and by denying them, they are essentially denying being human. But the Jedi Order in both the prequel and and original trilogy was the personification of the Light side of the Force, while the Sith representing Darkness. Too much of either side’s influence causes the Force to spiral out of balance, and thus the galaxy is thrown into chaos again. This was demonstrated numerous times on both sides, such as Anakin’s betrayal, or the New Republic unknowingly creating the groundwork for the First Order.

In short, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Both light and dark must be present in order to achieve balance, and Rey’s placement, directly between the light and dark, makes her the fulcrum, or the point of equilibrium. In essence, it is Rey who is who is going to bring about that balance.

Another interesting observation I made was that all three characters, Luke, Rey and Kylo Ren are all colored in red. I cannot stress this enough, the psychology of color is important! Specific colors invoke particular and subconscious imagery and responses. Color theory and its use in marketing and illustration is a universal language. In fact, color tells just as much, if not more, of a story as the composition! There are two primary colors in the poster, red and blue. Red is the color of darkness, evil and passion. Blue on the other hand conveys serenity and tranquility. Why is Kylo’s lightsaber red? Not because he uses the Dark side of the Force, but because the color red has a strong visual impact and the human brain automatically associates red with darkness and power. It’s no coincidence that the color red is associated with the Sith, while blue is attributed to the Jedi! Everything you see on screen or in print was designed to create a specific response from the viewer and convey as much information as possible with no words.

Further more, in both The Force Awakens and the teaser trailer for The Last Jedi, it’s made quite clear that our heroes and villain are all experiencing a crisis of faith in the Force. Rey had her entire existence turned up on its head looking for guidance and training. Luke, it is suggested, fell into despair and solitude after the death of his acolytes because his teachings and philosophies failed to save his own nephew. Kylo, who just recently murdered his own father in hopes of committing himself entirely to the darkness, felt more weak and confused than ever before (this is said nearly word for work in The Force Awakens novelization). Because the color red is frequently associated with the dark side of the Force, and I find it quite compelling that all three figures are bathed in red. To me, this suggests that the trio are all going to be struggling with their inner demons, which often implies the temptation of the dark side. In fact, the only beacon of light and hope comes from Rey’s light saber. Some have argued that the light comes from Rey herself, but when you compare her upper body to her lower body, you can observe that just like the figures above her, Rey’s form is red, and the blue reflected in her face is emanating from the lightsaber, rather than Rey herself. This coincides with Rian Johnson’s choice to make the Episode VIII title font red, and maintains visual continuity. The most logical conclusion one can extrapolate is in The Last Jedi is going to delve into much deeper and darker overtones and story lines than it’s predecessors.

The positioning of Luke and Kylo in relation to each other is another aspect to this poster that I find intriguing. Luke and Kylo’s heads are above Rey; in this poster they are literally watching over her, and her choice to accept the Skywalker lightsaber. However, they are on opposing sides of the saber, as described above, representing the light and the dark. As a viewer, this design illustrates a sense of tension and conflict in both Luke and Kylo, but also in how they view Rey, and her choices. This image is clearly setting up the overtone that Rey has to struggle between choosing accepting either Luke or Kylo. In other words, it’s another iteration of the never ending struggle between the light and the dark.

Looking back in The Force Awakens for a moment, we remember that Kylo Ren extended the offer to teach Rey, “You need a teacher. I can show you the ways of the Force!” We all know the choice Rey makes at the end of the movie, but what about Luke? Will Luke even want to teach Rey after his previous failings at reviving the old Jedi Order? The following does begin to tread into the territory of conjecture and theorizing, however I do believe there is solid evidence to back up what I am about to speculate, or else I would have omitted it form this analysis. At The Last Jedi panel, Daisy Ridley, under the watchful eye and ear of Kathleen Kennedy, did reveal some very interesting information. We, as the audience were MEANT to know this information prior to viewing the poster, or else the CEO of Lucasfilm would never have permitted that information be divulged (like the Rogue One mishap at Celebration Europe 2016). Summarized, Daisy stated that Rey indeed does meet her hero, Luke Skywalker, and like in real life, how we  (Rey) envision our heroes does not always coincide with the reality of our heroes. This very clearly sets up the idea that Rey and Luke are going to have a less than harmonious relationship in The Last Jedi. This is also backed up by some previous leaks and spoilers from MakingStarWars.net, however until we know the veracity of those rumors, I do not treat them as fact, like I do the things said directly from the people at Lucasfilm. The statements from Daisy Ridley at the panel, however, were purposeful in sparking ideas and igniting the flame of this idea that Luke and Rey will not have a peaceful mentor/mentee relationship in the same light as Yoda and Luke’s relationship.

Mentorship has always been another key themes throughout the Star Wars saga, from Anakin’s tutelage under Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, to Luke studying with Yoda. There is every indication that those reoccurring themes will continue, but in a different fashion. It’s been made pretty clear that Rey is going to struggle with Luke’s training, and we already know of Kylo Ren’s unrelenting conflict within himself, stemming from the teachings of Supreme Leader Snoke. Snoke ordered Kylo to kill his own father, an act that he did follow through with, but the novelization has proven that that act made him more conflicted than ever before. Where it should have brought him strength, instead he found weakness and doubt.

And all of this ties back to Kylo Ren’s original offer to Rey to teach her. It is my belief, based on the evidence above, that Rey is going to struggle between the teachings of Kylo Ren and Luke. You may ask “how will Rey learn from Kylo? They aren’t on the same planet?” Well even that is partially answered in Episode VII, and confirmed in tweets made by Pablo Hidalgo. Pablo definitively said that Rey learned so much so quickly at Starkiller Base because she extracted the information from Kylo Ren’s mind during the infamous interrogation scene. So in a way, Kylo has already become her first mentor.

Both the Light and the Dark are justified in their beliefs and teachings. Adam Driver previously stated in an interview that Kylo Ren vehemently believes he is and was justified in his actions, and it’s quite clear that Luke fully intended to disappear into the galaxy as a frizzled old hermit. What will happen if Luke does not agree to initially train Rey? She has all of these newly awakens powers, and no way to control them. Just like Kylo stated, she really does need a teacher. But which teacher? The Light or the Dark? Or, at what this poster suggests, something in the middle!

By placing both of Rey’s mentors above her, two Force users who are much more skilled and honed than she is, it indicates that both mentors are going to be fighting within Rey’s psyche. Luke will be teaching her one method, while Kylo and his Dark side influence will be pulling Rey in the opposite direction. This is wiring and character growth done right! The setting and characters have been established in the first film of the sequel trilogy, while the second installment places challenges and obstacles in their path. Without those challenges, characters will not grow or develop. Even more evidence for this is Rian Johnson’s prior statements that the characters in The Last Jedi are going to be tested and pushed beyond their limits. What would challenge Rey more than knowing she is can identify and relate to the person she hates the most, Kylo Ren? That would force the characters into a position where they have no choice but to adapt and evolve into something that spans beyond the juxtaposition of the Light and Dark side of the Force.

In other words, Grey Jedi!

Most likely it won’t be in so many words, but the concept behind it will remain the same. A world of Force users that are not bound by the narrow dogmatic codes of the Jedi or Sith! And while I do find both of their ideologies absolutely fascinating an an integral part of the Star Wars canonical universe, by constricting Force sensitives to Jedi/Sith, Good/Evil, Light/Dark is extremely limiting and grossly inhibits the idea of character depth, subtlety, progression and nuance. Maz Kanata and Ahsoka Tano are prime examples of Force sensitive individuals in the Star Wars universe who are canon and are Force sensitive, but do not fall into the dichotomy of Jedi and Sith. There has never been a main hero character in the films (which are the primary story telling means in the entire franchise that reaches the most viewers and has the biggest impact on mainstream pop culture). Luke Skywalker was seen as universal good, the epitome of the Joseph Campbell’s hero, who embarks on heroic journey on behalf of goodness and justice. The passing of the torch from Luke to Rey indicates a paradigm shift in the understanding of the Force for not only the characters but the viewers and fans as well.

The light saber in the poster is another piece of evidence for this! There is no partition between red (Darkness) and blue (Light). Instead there is a gradient emanating from both ends of the lightsaber, further emphasizing that this story will not be so simply as “kill the monster, save the world” but instead of dimensionality and gradation. There is middle ground to be found in the Force between the Light and the Dark, and Rey is the key to unlocking it. Or as Rey quite simply puts it in the trailer “balance.”


On a personal side note, I do believe this teaser poster does further add fuel to the Reylo fire, and it makes be believe even more fervently that Reylo will eventually become canon in some iteration, but I wanted to keep my personal biases and theories out of this analysis. If anyone enjoyed reading this and would like to read my views on The Last Jedi teaser trailer and how it relates to Reylo, I’d be more than happy to comply. But I wanted and needed to get this poster off my chest first. My mind has been boiling over, wanted to put these thoughts down in some sort of organized fashion because as someone who is fluent in the language of illustrations as a medium for visual story telling, this poster blew my mind. I stood just flabbergasted at how blatantly the story implications were, but when I asked people about their thoughts they all came to different conclusions. And yes, that is the point of this poster, to get people talking and theorizing about what it all means, however visual story telling generally complies with a set of rules that are universally, albeit often subconsciously, understood by the viewer.

 Whew! I wrote this entire analysis in a single sitting. I apologize if there are any immediate grammatical errors, but I proof read this a number of times, so I am pretty sure that it’s correct. 

EDIT: Thank you to @sleemo who helped me fix the grammatical errors in this!

🌹 How I met ana 🌹

I am not pro-ana but I am not judgemental.
I’ve been there, I’ve restricted and restricted until
I was counting calories in gum and mints. I’ve watched my body transform from a vessel of life to a skeletal shadow of death.

My body has burned with unquenchable thirst.
Not for water, Lord knows I drank more water in a week than most people drink in a month.. A thirst for beauty. A thirst for society’s acceptance, a thirst for a love that I believed only a skinny girl could afford.

I was one of 5 sister’s. All of which stood under 5'3 with dainty bone structures and size 0 privledge.
I was 5'6 with a large frame and 40 pounds I could stand to lose. Yes, I was the “fat sister”.. My existence was overshadowed by the compliments I was in ear shot of but never received.

I was raised in a strict Christian family that tossed stones in glass houses for fun. I was the target of jokes that revolved around my weight and referenced beached whales, great white whales and the Pillsbury dough boy. I would break down crying on occasion and was met with a less than sympathetic, “oh, grow thicker skin honey.”

I was 19 when I met someone who I trusted. soon my first son was born and I was encouraged not to be so critical of myself. I was told that I was beautiful, intelligent, an amazing mother and that I had nothing and no one to worry about. 3 years down the road I finally listened, I was 60 pounds over weight but I had so many qualities that made the number on the scale irrelevant to me.

I wasn’t perfect but that was perfectly okay. 🌹

And then my world was turned upside down..

01/06/14: my dad wakes up in a panic, he can’t breathe. The police are called, paramedics swarm the house, he’s placed on oxygen and transferred to the hospital. He’s going to be okay, he just needs oxygen, antibiotics and rest.

01/07/14: we get a call, he’s being sedated into a medical coma. His lungs are 98% compromised, it’s bilateral pneumonia, it’s not good. He’s stabilized and rushed to a more advanced hospital 2 hours away, he’s placed on ecmo.

01/20/17: he’s been sedated for 14 days, his last words are on repeat in my head as I attempt to sleep for the first time in days. He’s pleading for water in his semi-concious state but the doctors won’t allow him to have so much as a wet sponge. Suddenly, a cellphone rings out in the dark. It’s the doctors, we need to get to the ICCU asap. He’s bleeding internally and his oxygen levels are plummeting, he’s dying. There’s nothing that can be done so we’re forced to let him go.

Cue water obsession. I’ve carried water with me since his death, the only thing that can stop my crippling anxiety attacks is chugging water. It never made sense, but it worked.

3 months later, my relationship has deteriorated. My nearly two year old son still crawls into the living room and stares at papa’s recliner before walking up to it and saying “pah, pah, pah.” He still points at the picture of my dad on the dining room wall when we’re at the dinner table and smiles.. I wish I could be so young and innocent. I wish I could face tragedy with a smile.

Fast forward 3 days, I’ve just found out that my fiance, the same person who would tell me not to be so unsure, the same person who would reassure me that I had every reason to be confident in him has revealed that he has been having an affair with my younger sister for over a year.

I’m destroyed but I can’t muster a tear. I’d spent the last three months crying from the moment I woke up to the moment i went to sleep. I was numb. I’ve just lost the only two people who ever had faith in me. One to an untimely death due to a virus mutation that is still being investigated by the CDC and the other to my sister.

“It’s because she was skinny.” I rationalized, “It’s because I haven’t lost the baby weight.” I insisted that it was my fault for not being as visually pleasing as I could have been.

That’s when I met ana.

From that day on and spanning the coarse of two years I restricted, I turned pain into willpower and lost 90 pounds within the first 8 months, Leaving me at 125 pounds. I had done it, I had forced my body into society’s mold. I was the “skinny sister” people made comments like, “you better hold on or you’re going to blow away!” And, “I wish I could look like you! How do you do it?” Oh, and my personal favorite..

“I wish I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight.” With a passive aggressive tone in her voice, or maybe it was jealousy?

You’re right, I do eat whatever I want. I come home to a refrigerator with a couple meals worth of tomatoes, cucumbers, celery and carrots. I have a couple frozen chicken breasts and a container of ice for eating when I’m on a water fast and I want texture.

While I’m curled up in bed, clutching a water bottle and diverting my focus from the nauseating hunger pain with calorie calculations, you’re sitting around the bar with friends, sharing small talk, laughter and appetizers.

While I’m standing in the same isle for 15 minutes with my anxious fingers pacing nutrition labels, you’re tossing items into your cart without so much as a glance. You’re running into friends and co-workers, you’re sharing small talk and your collective frustration over shopping last minute on the tax free weekend.

You have a life and a social circle, I have a bottle of water and a Tumblr account. Don’t envy me.

You see, Ana lures you into her trap with the intention to strip you of your better judgment and blind you with dysmorphia. She sets goals that are attainable only to congratulate your success with another set of goals, only this time they’re less attainable. Ana will never be satisfied with you. Your body will forever be a work in progress, not the work of art she promised. I am now in complete recovery, I have been for two years. I found out I was expecting and I had to learn to love my body just as much as the life within. I’m now embarking on a weightloss journey, a healthy One! I began with calorie restriction to shrink my stomach over the coarse of a week and due to my sedentary occupation I am now eating between 800 and 1,200 calories a day. Fruits, veggies and lean meat. I’m using the power of ketosis instead of the power of starvation and I’m happy to say that I’m seeing the same results as I did two years ago but I’m not experiencing the lethargy, fainting spells and fatigue. I know that it is scary to see food as your friend as opposed to your enemy but it’s well worth a try. Thank you for reading and as always, stay safe! ♥

Four Years. (Peter Parker.)

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Requested – No.

Prompt – Peter is late to his graduation because of Spiderman business.

Warning – Nope. King of unrealistic considering the fact Peter should not be valedictorian because he probably misses a lot of school. By the way, I also put Class of 2017 because why not?

Words – 1,751. 


“Peter! You are the valedictorian of this class! Where the fuck are you? Graduation starts in fifteen minutes and if you’re not here, we have to let Flash make the speech!” (Y/N), Peter’s best friend, screeches into the phone as Peter holds it away from his ear trying to regain his hearing.

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As you may (or may not) know, a few months ago I embarked on a journey to create a document for the Clexa fandom that would serve as a resource for those of you who enjoy reading fanfiction about our favorite lesbian warlord and bisexual space leader (and any AU personas they may take on…). Today, with much help along the way from the best co-captain and technology wizard ever  (@ayokidd), WE ARE EXCITED TO RELEASE THE FIRST DRAFT OF THIS DOCUMENT! (Containing over 600 completed fics!)

Please continue reading for the download link, as well as more information on how to use the document!

It’s a good thing you all love reading so much, because this post is quite long…but hopefully informative!.

Check out Clexarkives or keep reading to access The Clexa Fanfic Master List!!

What is the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List is an on-going Microsoft Excel document that will eventually contain ALL completed Clexa and Lexark fanfiction - categorized, organized, hyperlinked, and listed all in one exportable document for your reading and fic-tracking pleasure! YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT…all 5,000+ fics (or whatever the final tally is!) will eventually be included! The document will be periodically updated and re-released as more fics are added to it over time. This will all be located on our blog @clexarkives, where you can find the frequently updated Master List and some other cool features.

How do I access the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

You need Microsoft Excel (or a program that opens Excel files) to access the document. You can download the document by clicking this link here. This link will take you to Google Drive where you can download the file and open it on your computer.

DO NOT view the document in Google Drive - the hyperlinks won’t work! YOU MUST DOWNLOAD AND OPEN THE DOCUMENT IN MICROSOFT EXCEL. We are also working on a Google Sheets version of the document for anyone unable to access the document through Excel or a similar program. Hang tight!

Once you download the document, save to your desktop and enjoy!

What fics are/will be included in the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List will only include completed fics (it is simply impossible to keep updating such a large document with individual fic updates…we’ll leave that to the internet). We are, however, keeping track of current on-going fics and these will be added to the document as they are completed. Unfortunately, any fics that have been started but abandoned (author has no plans to finish or hasn’t updated for an extremely extended period of time) will not be included (unless they are one day completed) because I’m sorry but my heart can’t take that kind of investment and let down.

How is the Clexa Fanfic Master List organized?

The entire document functions as one large Excel workbook. There are four main sections, accessible from the Table of Contents:

1) Master List: contains a list of all the fics in the workbook, organized alphabetically by author
2) Canon: contains fics set in the canon universe, organized by ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’
3) AU Categories: contains fics set in alternate universes, organized by specific categories (ie., ‘Enemies to Lovers’, ‘Teacher/student’, ‘Fake Dating’, etc.)
4) Smut: contains sexy time fics, organized by specific categories (ie., ‘Fluffy Smut’, “Strap On’, ‘3x07’, etc.)

How do I navigate the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The entire document is hyperlinked to make navigation as easy as possible. You can click through individual tabs if you so desire, but we HIGHLY SUGGEST using the hyperlinks to navigate through the workbook.

Navigating within a main section:

The Table of Contents contains four main sections, or pages (as described above). Clicking on each of these sections will bring you to the page set up for that specific section.

Example 1: If you click the “Canon” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “Canon” page where the “Canon” categories ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’ are hyperlinked.

If you click on one of these three categories, let’s say ‘Season 2’, you will find a list of Clexa fics that take place during Season 2 of the show organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count, Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Example 2: If you click the “AU Categories” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “AU Categories” page where you will find a list of AU categories.

Let’s say that from the “AU Categories” page you’re interested in the ‘Fake Dating’ category. You simply click the ‘Fake Dating’ category, and now you have a list of ‘Fake Dating’ AU fics organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count. Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Same goes for the “Master List” and “Smut” sections as well.

Navigating between the main sections and throughout the document:

Each of the four sections has a hyperlink that will take you back to the Table of Contents in the upper left hand corner of the page.

Each individual category has two hyperlinks, both in the upper left hand corner of the page.

1) The “Table of Contents” hyperlink will, you guessed it, take you back to the Table of Contents.
2) The specific category hyperlink will take you back to the main section of whatever category you’re currently in. (For example: If you’re in the ‘Season 2’ category, clicking the “Canon” hyperlink will take you back to the “Canon” page. If you’re in the ‘Fake Dating’ AU category, clicking the “AU Categories” hyperlink will take you back to the “AU Categories” page.)

How do I know I am looking at the most recent version of the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Master List will be updated periodically as we add more fics and as more fics are completed. You can find the most recent version of the document by checking our @clexarkives blog! We will also keep an updated link to the master list in our individual Tumblr bios (@ayokidd & @swan-heda).

Isn’t the Clexa Fanfic Master List basically like AO3 and FF? Why create a separate document?

Yes and no. We’re hopeful that the Clexa Fanfic Master List will give you more control over your fic reading than using AO3 or your web browser alone. If you’re like me (really neurotic and anal), you might also hate having 1,000 bookmarks saved on A03 and your computer browser that you have to search through every time you’re looking for a specific fic, and you might desire a higher level of organization and control. This document will help bring fics right to your desktop. We will update with fics we find and any fics you send us, which delivers a “master list” of not only your personal bookmarks, but everyone else’s as well!

This document is intended to make searching for new fics to read and keeping track of fics you’ve already read as easy as possible. Using Excel functions like “search” make it possible to find any specific fic you may be looking for anywhere in the document, on a specific page, or in a specific category.

Once you download the Excel file, you can edit, change, and personalize the document however you’d like! You can highlight fics you’ve read, sort by chapter or word count, or color code or rank fics based on whatever system you want to create. You can even delete fics or fic categories that aren’t for you if you know you’ll never read them. The world is your oyster! (…or more so this doc is your oyster?…)

Can I make suggestions for the Clexa Fanfic Master List ?

ABSOLUTELY!!! We both love fanfiction. We both read A LOT of fanfiction. However, we are only two people, and there are likely many fics we have yet to include (this IS a first draft after all), so:

READERS: If your favorite fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be, tell us and we’ll add them! (Please also tell us if you’d like to see a specific category added - if there are fics written that fit it, we’ll add it!)

AUTHORS: If your fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be (there are A LOT of fics and chances are if it’s not included, we just didn’t get to yours yet!), please tell us and we’ll add them! If your fics ARE listed, but you don’t want them to be, please tell us and we’ll remove them! Also, let us know if you disagree with the category we placed your fic into and suggest a new one, and we’ll move it!

EVERYONE: PLEASE reach out to us with any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, advice, love, dislike (polite, respectful dislike) etc. you have to offer! Please feel free to contact us in any way you feel comfortable, anonymously or not (reply to this post, message us, flood our ask boxes, send us submissions, etc.) We are both super friendly and would love some feedback! Tell us what you like, what you don’t like, what you’d like to see in future versions, etc. Any feedback you provide us with will only make the subsequent updated editions of the document even better. This is, after all, for each and every one of you.


May We Meet Again,

Swan-Heda and Ayokidd

Lots of Announcements / Updates

Okay, I meant to make this post yesterday but this is literally the first time I’ve gotten to sit down a computer since the weekend. 

If you currently have an unshipped order with us, please read this. Also please read if you’re interested in what’s happening with the shop this week! 

-Mystery Boxes: 

So, as written in the post announcing the return of mystery boxes, the listings for each mystery box, and in the various posts I’ve made about it since, mystery boxes take two weeks to ship. This is because they are assembled to order AND each component of the box is labeled and very carefully wrapped. This takes quite some time. They were taken down from the shop last Sunday, meaning after this weekend everyone should have their email shipping notifications with their tracking numbers. If we are a day or two late (which we are working night and day to try to make sure we’re not) we deeply apologize, but it is because things are currently super hectic. We are working around the clock to make sure that we get everything done as fast as humanly possible! 

But if do end up being a date or two late with your box, you will get something added to your package to hopefully make up for the inconvenience/wait. :) 

-Other Shop Orders: 

Since we’ve been having all these sales directly on tumblr, there are just a small handful of shop orders that aren’t the older mystery boxes. They will be shipped out tomorrow! 


Since orders are more time sensitive, giveaways tend to get pushed to the side, but I will be shipping all of them out before the weekend! 

-Mineral Lots / Auctions:

All the mineral lots and auctions from this weekend will start getting shipped tomorrow, and we will gradually do them probably until early-mid next week. It’s always our goal to get orders out in less than a week (other than the mystery boxes), however when we do a huge sale like this, it can take a little longer. But of course, we work as fast as we can while still making sure things are accurate and safe when they embark on their journey to your doorstep! 


As the current situation stands, we have about 200 total orders that need to be shipped out. Any patience or understanding that you extend to us at this time is so seriously appreciated- I am not sure I can express it in words! 


Now, some other things. I am currently really behind on messages and, once again, emails. I was at a point where I was catching up daily, but I’ve fallen behind. There is such an accumulation of huge things happening right now that my regular daily routine got thrown out the window. I have to go to two different warehouses tomorrow (one for crystals, one for shipping supplies) which will involve a total of 5 or 6 hours of being in the car, and I will try to use that to catch up on communications! If I take too long to respond to you, please do not be afraid to give me a poke. 

As far as this week’s shop update goes, I have been working super intensely on jewelry! This Friday will be a jewelry shop update. I have dozens on top of dozens of pieces that are going to be listed. I will also be re-listing some of our best selling crystals that are currently sold out in the shop. Just a few, since we are trying to downsize our inventory for a move. 

Okay, if you read this whole long jumbled mess, THANK YOU! Seriously. It’s been kind of a struggle to not have a giant freak out about all the things that I have to catch up on, but I think writing it all out like this helps both me and you guys. So thank you for reading, understanding, and supporting the shop! 

I am also planning another big giveaway to go up soon, to thank you guys for sticking with me. :) (I’m just not sure if I want to start it before or after the move- we will see what works best!) 

Originally posted by andthensuddenlycats


Title: Memories

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,500

Warning: This is angsty, fluffy, soul touching and heart breaking all at once

A/N: Okay guys, this is my first ever soulmate piece and I worked really REALLY hard on this. It took a very long time to outline and smooth out so that it all flows right. PLEASE send feedback!! Major shout out to @mysteriouslyme81 for giving me the inspiration for this many months ago and helping me find the perfect song for the final part. 

The Beginning

Every single one of us would go to extremes for the one we love.

When the Alzheimer’s treatments stopped working and you couldn’t remember the simplest of things, Dean got desperate.

Shuffling his way into the familiar witch’s work room Dean grabbed a pen and paper and listened carefully.

“Only give her this on the worst of days”

“Remind her of a happy time, you will both be transported to that time, and upon return the memory will remain”

“This magic must be used carefully, only the strongest of loves will power it”

“I will give you enough for 7 memories to be restored to start”

“Remember though, giving her everything may cost you everything”

Dean Winchester never let warnings stop him. Eighty-five years old and watching the only true love of his life slip away he sure as hell wasn’t going to start listening to them now.

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All I really want to do is mend
Every soul that needs a friend
Each and every beating heart
Can I spread peace and joy through art?
Chaos proliferating all around, There’s hateful protesting in every town
The earth is trembling & voices too
Signs held high
They loved once, just like you
Don’t give up, Mama said
How blessed you are to read the news from your bed
I’m crying in bed wrapped in my silky duvet
600 thread count, who am I to complain? I’m living in euphoria amidst the chaos that remains
I spent last Tuesday beneath the rising sun
While a terrorist was online shopping for a gun
I ask for your forgiveness. Because I know I can do more
There’s children in Aleppo who don’t know life without war
While bombs went off and families said their final goodbyes, I was at peace, under cotton candy skies
Waves crashed as I sipped red wine
While rates of violence, terrorism, and human suffering took a massive incline
It’s time I turn my prayers into actions. Damnit, please stop bombarding civilians
Let us plant seeds of peace and love for generations to come
And if we all start accepting and understanding our differences, one day those seeds will blossom
Let us cherish the times we hear “Honey, I’m home” Before we’re forced to face the true meaning of being alone
Teach your mind to only look for the similarities. Show empathy and be a precious jewel through your rarities
If you spread anything but light, then why are you here? In a world with too much sadness and not enough cheer
In the Buddha’s words, “Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
I pray to god one day you can stop feeling scared
You have a purpose. You are the change you seek. You matter, you really do; and I dedicate this poem to you
Wherever you exist in this beautiful world, let my words be a hand to hold, reminding you, be brave and be bold
Harmonize love. This I know is the key. Everyone with a decent heart deserves to be free
It’s not about win or lose
Your strength and courage can do wonders when you try walking in someone else’s shoes
Don’t you ever forget the power of love
And may you live for the angels kissing you from up above
How do you want to be remembered? 
What will your legacy be?
To inspire one human to rise above hate, 
that in itself is enough for me
Prioritize your education.
When your knowledge on the world expands, your potential can only strengthen
Because through education the resources to make a difference are provided
To someday live in a world that’s not so divided
What makes you passionate, my dear?
Answer this question and infinite potential is near
I know there’s something within you. 
A match that’s waiting to be lit
And once it’s sparked the journey you’ll embark on will be one you’ll never quit
Roses are red
Violets are blue
America’s got a new president
And dear god I hope he’ll practice empathy too
—  “We Are All One” by Riley Burke

Author: Luna

Content Warning: Violence, Body Horror

Length: Short

I don’t really know how this started. I had always been interested in the occult and growing up in the buckle of the bible belt, so it was customary for my friends and I to rebel. Piercings, tattoos, all black in the blistering, summer heat.

We considered ourselves to be the outcasts. The kids that were shoved into lockers and trash cans by the football teams. My friend Finnie and I would spend most of our time in the art room or other corners of our rundown school hiding from the harsh words and beatings others would get.

It was before graduation we had found a cool looking old leather bound book filled with spells and rituals in our local library. It too was a run down old building  that was rumored to be haunted by ghosts from the civil war and other horrors.

We snatched it up of course, loving to believe that’s what it truly was, but knowing those were just old urban legends to scare children into eating their broccoli or saying their prayers before bed. Each boogeyman having a specific prayer to keep him at bay.

I shot the idea, “How cool would it be if we made our own coven?”

“Like witches?” my friend Finnie asked.

“Yeah dude. Let’s be witches!”

So, we embarked on this new journey, trying to find anything we could on witchcraft. Our noses were glued to the screens of our phones, browsing web forums, tumblr, and anything else we could think would help us learn.

We had even met a few more local witches who had been in the craft for a couple years. Sometimes we would all visit each other at night in the graveyard just taking in the silence and serenity that settled over that place like a blanket.

By the time graduation rolled around, Finnie and I had moved in together, setting up our altars, and began doing daily rituals to our deities. Finnie focused more on home remedies with herbs and essential oils and daily blessings over our home.

I learned divination, doing daily spreads for myself and sometimes for Finnie or other friends. A few years later after Summer once again transitioned to Autumn, Finnie and I decided to do some cleaning around our house.

“Hey! Look what I found!” 

Finnie held up a picture of us from middle school, our hair dyed six different colors and with bangs swooping over our heavily lined eyes. Laughter quickly turned to cringes, then into immediately playing bands from our dark, emo past.  

During our little jam session, we decided to organize the bookshelf.

“Hey, do you know where this came from?” I say as I hold up a leather bound book.

“You stole that from the Library before we graduated, I can’t believe you of all people wouldn’t remember that.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh shut it, ‘Miss Pickpocket’,” Finnie grinned deviously, her eyebrows raising with snide in her voice.

“One does not simply remember the multitudes of things they’ve stolen over the years,” I winked back.

But it seems like the memories had come flooding back. I flip through the stained pages of the book, taking in the lovely smell that vintage books all seem to carry. I had noticed on a couple pages towards the end that the text was in Theban, an old language that seemed to have died, but can sometimes be found in a witch’s book of shadows.

“Hey Finn, have you ever actually looked through this thing? Some parts are in Theban.”

“Yeah I had tried translating it, but it’s pretty difficult. I think there’s a part talking about a blood sacrifice or something. Lots of torn and ripped out pages too. Pretty sure the Librarians don’t even miss a piece of junk like that.”

I shrug it off and put the book away, it’s dark spine standing out from the rest of the collection like a sore thumb. Might get rid of it soon. 

Later that night, a couple of our friends come over for dinner. We chat about various things including the emo phase we all inevitably went through. Finnie mentions the book and our friend Sarah lights up like a Christmas tree.

“You have to show me this! It sounds so cool!” she exclaimed.

Sarah’s new to our little coven. She also isn’t the smartest person, but she has a wonderful personality and is gifted in many ways. One being she could make us bust a gut laughing. Finnie gets up and grabs the book off the shelf and lets Sarah flip through it.

“We should do one of these rituals as my initiation into the coven.”

“I don’t know Sarah. This book is pretty old and parts are in Theban, so it’s hard to read. Methinks we should do something easier for something like that.” The other girls agree, this book is no walk in the park when it comes to spells.

“But a ritual like this would would be perfect.” Sarah points to a ritual that’s all in Theban, obviously grasping at straws.

“Well… I guess I can try to translate it.” Finnie proclaims. 

I know she’s trying to keep the peace and hear Sarah out but I’m worried this might end badly.

So Finnie did her best to translate the text that night.

“Hey this is a blood sacrifice,” I hear Finnie shout from her room

“Leave it to Sarah to pick blood magick am I right?” Finnie and I chuckle but I feel anxious, blood magick isn’t something I’m comfortable with.

Over the next few days, we had to gather the few materials that we didn’t have:
A black goat
A copper bowl
And wood for a bonfire.

We also had to make sure the location where we normally preformed our rituals was clear of any squatters.

We had gathered up everything we needed, and got everything set up and ready. I never really enjoyed performing blood magick, but it was a majority vote. One of our local farmer friends had sold us the goat.

Something didn’t feel right about this, I usually preformed white magick but this felt wrong. It was chilling. It felt dark. Once the sun had set and the moon was above us, the fire was lit. We each stripped down and began to dance around the fire, the smoke rising above us to the heavens.

I felt more and more uneasy as the time grew closer and closer.  Something about this definitely didn’t feel right. The goat was humanely put down recently and was hung upside down from one of the trees. His neck was slit and blood collected in the copper bowl.

Sarah then marked her body with symbols and sigils up and down her arms, legs, and abdomen. She then drank some ceremonial mead that Finnie had made.

Then Sarah began to mark a sigil on all of our abdomens with the goat’s blood. Each of us took a sip of the honey wine and held hands as we chanted in an ancient and dead tongue.

Then everything had gone black. The last thing I remember was seeing the goat back on the ground and walking around as if it were alive.

I woke up that morning, sore from falling asleep on the ground.

We were all covered with soot, dried goats blood, and bug bites from the night before. I was the first to find my clothes. I couldn’t wait till I could go back home and take a much needed shower.

The rest of the group slowly woke up and began putting their clothes back on and cleaning up the mess we had made that night. We then said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

“Hey Fin? Did any of that feel really weird to you last night?” Her eyes were glazed over as she sat quietly in the passenger seat, the only noise she made was a slight cough.

“Fin, you okay?”

She snapped out of her dissociative state, “Huh? What? Um never better. I feel like a million bucks.”

She was sweating profusely. I could always tell when she was lying, but I didn’t press any further. I was suddenly hit with a sharp pain in my stomach and had to pull the car over. I removed my seat belt and pulled up my shirt to see that the sigil that Sarah painted on me was burned into my skin.

Finnie pulled out of her vegetable like state again and was screaming, her voice filled with misery and pain. She couldn’t pull her seat belt off fast enough and practically ripped off her shirt. It looked like someone had taken a branding tool and pressed it right under our belly button.

I try to swallow any scream of agony that might escape through my lips and put on a brave face for Finnie. I drive us to the nearest hospital and try to get Finnie through the doors without collapsing.

I yell, “We need to see a doctor immediately! We’ve been burned!”

The nurse at the counter takes us in the back where a Doctor comes in and looks at our abdomens. He sighs and whispers something to the nurse.

He leaves after handing me a prescription for burn cream, and we are told to leave with Finnie having to be wheeled out. I call the local pharmacy and place in the prescription, which will be ready in a few hours.

I take a long sigh and try my best to drive us home. We finally make it back where I have to help Finnie walk in and lay down. She had stopped screaming on the ride home after her voice gave out, now only letting out hoarse grunts and silent sobs.

I run a bath of cold water and sink into it, almost feeling relief. The rest of my body goes numb and I can’t feel the burning anymore. I try to scrub the dirt off my body, but I have to get out.

I do my best to try and bandage the burn and keep it clean and covered, then drain the water and run another cold bath for Finnie. I lift up her shirt and put a cold wash rag over her burns. She starts to weep.

“Fin, if you want, sitting in cold water seemed to help a lot.”

She nods, moping with tears in her eyes and pulls off her clothes to the best of her strength, but only manages to do it halfway.

Finnie walks into the bathroom and almost throws herself in the tub, letting the freezing water engulf her. She seems to return back to herself. I help her out and dress her burns.

Feeling as normal as I could, I head back out to town to pick up the ointment. I can’t help but wonder if this happened to the other girls. I sort of forget that thought for about a week, trying to get the burns to heal and eventually scar over.

I had finally called all of the other girls from the coven which they seem to be fine and had no idea what we were talking about. We had met each other for dinner again and no one had scars.

I had also been losing weight. At first a few pounds now turned into something concerning. My face became hollow and gaunt, the same happening to Finnie. It’s like something was sucking the life right out of us.

We searched through the book and the internet to see what was happening to us but nothing added up. I grew weaker and weaker. I knew this was killing me, but tried to push forward. For Finn. For the pain to just stop. Oh, God. Just stop. My fingers are even getting weak. Just flipping through the pages of the book feels like work and I have to keep it set down on a table to read. A heavy and dark energy soaks up the air around it. We look online to see if there’s anyone who could help translate the spell we did more accurately.

Finnie comes across a little shop in a city just a hop skip and a jump from where we are. I’m in too much pain to even drive, so I decided to call the shop and see what we can do from there. Finnie hands me the phone and I call the number on the website.

“Hello and thank you for calling Our Little Shop of Horror! How may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m calling to ask about curse removal?” The person on the other line hangs up immediately. “Well so much for that.” 

I look over to Finnie and she’s curled up on the floor, vomiting.

“Oh my God! Finnie, are you okay?” she’s throwing up so much she cant speak. It looks like it has coffee grounds in it, a sign of internal bleeding.

I call an ambulance which arrived five minutes later to take Finnie. The EMT’s ask me if she’s on anything and I tell them we’ve been experiencing weight loss and severe burns on our abdomens. Then I begin to vomit. It feels like fire coming up and I’m carried into the back of the ambulance to be rushed to the hospital.

Doctors and nurses ask us question after question. They are unable to diagnose what’s wrong with us. We lay in the hospital beds with tubes and wires hooked up to us as Finnie is still unable to keep anything down. She now has to have a feeding tube put in. I’m barely able to stay awake longer than a few minutes, coming in and out of consciousness.

The sky’s dark, the air is still and hot. The only sound for miles are the cicadas. I don’t know where I am, and there’s no one else here. I to walk forward and my eyes adjust to the darkness a little more. Making sure I don’t fall, I take little steps leading me into a thicket of bushes and trees. There seems to be a faint light growing in the distance. The closer I get the more I can make out what it is.

I’m dreaming, at least I hope I am. Everything seems so real. I can see the bonfire and even smell the rich scent of the smoke filling the sky. I see all my friends dancing around it. Finnie is there and she looks like nothing even happened. They begin a ritual just like last time. I can hear the blood dripping in the bowl and I watch as one girl coats the others in it. They chant around the fire and then begin dancing again slow at first but growing ever faster. Their movements are almost animalistic as their spines contort unnaturally.

One girl cuts down the goat from the tree and draws a sigil on him using some leftover blood and dirt. The goat’s eyes open and he rises to his hooves. Two girls fall to the ground. I wake up covered in sweat. I- I’m back at the hospital.

I don’t know if I’m hallucinating or not. I pinch myself but I can’t feel it. Then the smell hits me. Sickeningly sweet, it makes me want to vomit. I get up to find the source.

I go into Finnie’s room and there she is laying in a puddle of now dried bodily fluids, her gaped mouth infested with flies and their maggots. How long had she been like this? How long was I out? Her body is bloated from the gases building up inside her. I’m too shocked to scream or cry, I just drop to my knees and cradle her.

Then I notice something strange. Lifting up my shirt shows the burn scar had turned completely black. I touch it just a bit with my finger and a stabbing pain causes me to cry bloody murder! I wake up screaming this time once again hooked up to wires and tubes! Nurses try to hold me down while attempting to inject something into my I.V. fluid.




It flows into my bloodstream and everything is calm now. There’s a fluidity to everyone’s movements. I can’t see Finnie, I can’t see anything.

Someone is standing at the foot of my bed. I can’t make out their features but I can hear them clearly. A shadowy silhouette, much less visible than anyone else in the room. It starts to pace back and forth, passing by nurses like he’s disappearing and reappearing in some kind of ominous peek-a-boo game.

When the nurses are satisfied with our calmer demeanor, they leave the room. Only the shadow remains.

Then a voice burrows itself into my head. Something deep. Something unnatural, emotionless, almost robotic.

“It’s time to go.”

The voice is loud and starts to make my head throb! I feel like my brain is going to burst out of my skull!

“It’s here! We no longer need such fragile shells!”

I feel the worst stomach ache in my entire life! It’s like a knife is cutting through it! Soon I just give up from the sheer amount of pain. My body goes limp. My head rolls to see Finnie staring back at me.

Her mouth is wide open. And I mean wide. Multiple, sharp objects like blades are coming out of it, splitting her lips, tearing her entire jaw apart.

The last thing I see in the abyss between her sweet lips are two lights, like cigarette butts, burrowing their malice into my fading eyes.

I’m swallowing knives.

Did Lemony stalk the Baudelaire orphans from his taxi?

The very first discovery readers make about the mythology of “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” is, naturally, the purpose of its semi-fictional narrator:

  • Who is he?
  • What does he want?
  • When did he start recording the lives of the Baudelaire orphans?
  • Why do they matter to him?

We do get an answer to all of these mysteries, in “The End”.

But these are all the wrong questions.

The real question is: “Can we, as a reader, trust the benevolent image he tries to project?”

There is indeed a difference between giving the facts and telling the truth. And when it comes down to it, there is something unseemly about the idea of a grown man exposing these children’s darkest turmoils for the benefit of complete strangers. Without apparent consent, no less.

Let’s embark together on a troubling journey and retrace Lemony’s investigation, step by step. We will analyze his methods; we will question his motives. And we will paint a very different picture of Mr Snicket’s works than the one he wants us to believe… after the cut.

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dancinandgrindin-deactivated201  asked:

Okay here goes. How u gonna tell me that abortions are wrong when you're never going to have to make that decision? That's my only question and I'm genuinely curious. You have no idea what it's like to go through that as a person because it tears souls apart but sometimes it's really necessary and it's not your business to tell women whether u think it's wrong or not because it's already hard enough on them and you have no idea what they're goin through. Please consider that.

I was almost killed by abortion. Seriously. My birth mother was sitting in her room thinking she would do it. If my father hadn’t stepped in to save me it would have likely happened. I would have had my entire body destroyed in the name of someone else’s ‘choice’. 

I wouldn’t have even been given the respect of a real burial. 

I would have never met the father who loved me so very much and he wouldn’t have been so prompted to change his life for the better. 

I would have never heard the songs that make my entire body want to get up and move. 

I would have never seen a sunrise and decide that morning was my favorite time of day. 

The absolute love of my life, my soulmate. I would never have met him and gotten to see and feel his beauty. 

I would never have been able to help the people that I’ve helped. 

I’d never taste my favorite food (french toast).

I’d never meet my siblings. 

I’d never have the family of my own that I spend every day dreaming about. 

I’d never get to experience the life-changing journey that I’m embarking on. 

I can go on and on. I love my life so very much and all of it and all of this ^… was almost taken away from me and I would have had no justice. I spent my childhood constantly reminded of how disposable I was and to this day I feel so afraid because I am so lucky to have this life and I panic if I ever think that I may be wasting a moment of it. Sometimes these thoughts give me straight-up insomnia.

So it really makes me so frustrated when people think they can just assume that because I don’t have one organ, one chunk of flesh inside me, that abortion doesn’t affect me. It has always affected me. It almost took my life away and I wont stop until it can’t take any more lives away at least without some justice! 

There are 2 people primarily affected by abortion. Don’t act like I have no right to speak just because I’ll never be one of them, because I’ve already been the other. 

In the Waiting Dark (The Red Moon Rises)

Written by: @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Prompt: #5 Everlark fairytale au of Little Red Riding Hood, preferably similar in tone to the film “The Company of Wolves.”  [submitted by Anonymous]

Rating: T for this chapter

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fantasy and horror thematic elements

A/N: This is the first chapter of what will be a multi-chapter story. Overall rating will be M for the following reasons - Blood, fantasy and horror thematic elements, violence, mentions of non-consensual, mentions of child abuse, disturbing imagery, and sexual content. There may be more as I am still working out a few details. Inspiration for this story was pulled from several different versions of the Red Riding Hood tale, to include the film mentioned in the prompt. I’ve been wanting to write this AU for a long time, so I truly hope you all enjoy what I’ve come up with, especially you, Anonymous! Feel free to stop by and tell me your thoughts, I have Anon turned on in case you wish to remain so. <3 KDNFB

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Surprise! - Connor McDavid

Requested by Anon:  Hi! Your JVR one was amazing!!! Can you do a Connor McDavid one where the reader plays for the Canadian women’s Olympic team (hockey) and Connor doesn’t know but finds out. Can the reader also be best friends with Dylan and Mitch? Hope this is okay and makes sense. If it doesn’t, no pressure. Thanks so much!

Word Count: 1273
Team: Edmonton Oilers
Warnings: Cussing

Hope you enjoy Anon! I skipped Dylan because I didn’t want too much going on but I hope this is still up to your standards!

“Who are you snapchatting?” Connor asked as Mitch interrupted their conversation to send a Snapchat. The two were chatting outside of the Edmonton locker room after the game before Mitch had to head back to his hotel and then the airport.

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Words to you;Jaehyun

sequel to Fool

Genre: -

A/N: so i just randomly had this idea and i wanted to try it out with the sequel to that fic because quite a few asked for a part 2 but im sorry to disappoint yall if it isn’t the ending you hoped for :-( but enjoy reading!! i hope this works out oh my

Word count: 1,716


Your fingers fumbled with the pink envelope in your hands, your eyes knitting together as you examined how neatly it was sealed, your name written clearly on it, big enough for anyone to see.

No other things were written apart from your name and address, not even the place of origin.

Carefully, you tore apart the sealed end of the envelope, as your lips pursed together while taking out the contents.

Two papers filled with words, not even a single blank in between. You squinted your eyes at the handwriting on the letter; neat and tidy, a few strokes here and there as he subtly tried to cover up his mistakes - it must be him.

You let out a deep breath before you straightened out the letters, before getting lost in the sea of words.


“To the one i want to apologise to the most, i hope you’re doing fine. Whether you know who i am or not, i just want to say a few things to you; the things i could not say when you left, and i hope you would spend the next few minutes reading what i want to say. It will mean a whole lot to me.

I told myself everything would get better after you leave, and i thought that maybe not seeing you for a few months, i’d get better. But truth is… it’s already been a year, and the guilt and remorse still haunts me every single day.

If i had to choose one thing i regret doing the most in my entire life, was making use of you and not cherishing you while i could.

The foolish me took your kindness and tenderness as an advantage, and it didn’t occur to me once, that it would last that long.

I saw it as a game between me and my friends.

I didn’t mean to carry it on for too long; i planned to break it out to you after our second month, before you fell even deeper, but i couldn’t bring myself to.

Your little imperfections and small habits seemed attractive to me and every day i found my feelings for you starting to develop, as i’d notice the small significant things you did for me to show your affection, which once meant nothing to me.

I found myself lost and confused; i wasn’t sure if i was having true feelings for you, or i was too caught up in acting in the stupid bet.

On that day, i saw you. I still remember my heart aching as i struggled whether to leave my friends and chase after you, to explain to you that my acting was all over; i had already developed feelings for you. But the foolish me sat right in my seat, unable to move as my friends continued joking around, the ego in me not surfacing down as i couldn’t bring myself to tell them that i had already lost the bet.

And it was a stupid decision, not to chase after you. But by then, it was already too late.

So i pushed you away, slowly. I felt immediate guilt that you had realised that you had been pouring your heart out to someone who started the relationship because of a game his friends and him started.

But at the same time, i didn’t want to lose you.

But it only got worst.

I knew that behind the strong front you were putting up, you were weak and vulnerable. You were crying to sleep almost every night, blaming yourself for not being able to leave me even after realising the truth; and this ached my heart even more.

But i have no one to blame but myself. You deserved someone better than me, and every day after you left, i wake up praying that you’re doing well, to make up for all the suffering that i had caused you.

I am sorry, i really am. Even though you may not accept my apology , and i know just my words themselves won’t cover the scars i had caused because of my selfishness, i just want to let you know i really am sorry.

Until the day i am able to forget all of these and leave this in the past, i won’t be able to forgive myself, for making use of and hurting such a wonderful, devoted and affectionate person.

Jaehyun put his pen down as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as soon as he felt a tear rolling down his cheek.

He promised not to shed a tear while writing this, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t able to forget anything.

It was suffocating him, thinking about what he had done to you.

The sides of his lips lifted a little as he saw a photo of you smiling happily on his instagram feed, glad that you’re much better now. But a part of him ached as soon as he noticed the man beside you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pouted at your smiling face, your arms wrapped around his neck.

His faint purple shone brightly under the sun as the two of you were surrounded by cherry blossoms. Jaehyun shook his head as he reminded himself that you were much happier with someone else now, and that he should be happy instead.

Lifting up his pen, he continued.

I see things have gotten much better for you now, and i’m very very happy that it is. I’m sorry for trying to hold you back, and asking for chances i knew i never deserved, when you had so much to come for you.

I’m glad you left me, i was a toxic to both you and your life.

And it warms my heart to see you so happy again, that you’re able to let all the things i’ve done go, as you embark on your new journey, with someone who can treat you so much better.

He would be able to make you smile more, make you feel more appreciated and make you experience the things i could never once give and show you.

I hope you’re receiving much more than what i could give you and that he loves and cherishes you fully.

I would never, ever forgive myself if you got hurt again And i’m sure he’ll be able to give you all that; from the way he looks at you in the pictures i’ve seen, it’s the same way you used to look at me, full of love and hope.

I hope you realise that you meant a lot to me, and you still do. For you made me realise how this selfish side of me could hurt someone so much, and what true love really was.

Even though i didn’t take it seriously at first, i felt how it was to be loved by someone this much and to have you sacrifice so much just for my sake, it was true love.

And here you are, with your true love who can give you the warmth and affection you need, and to have someone you can lean on when you need it. And i’m really happy for you.

But i’m still alone, and it’s been close to almost a year and a half that i’ve had anyone to show me what love feels like.

I guess i brought it upon myself. I hope one day i’ll be able to look back and thank you for being such a tolerant, humble and sweet person, who never once held it against me for causing such harm to you.

Stay happy and healthy and i hope you’ll only continue to be more contented in life,

from the one you probably want to forget.”

Jaehyun let out a sigh of relief as he schemed over the long essay of words he had wrote, from the bottom of his heart.

He hoped that by the time you received it, he would have been able to let things go, and to be happier than he was before, for he finally got to get the thoughts he had been thinking of every single day for the past year off his chest.

He folded the papers into thirds, before placing them gently into a pink envelope, before writing your name nicely in cursive.

His hand reached out to trace the outline of you in the photo frame he never once removed from his table desk, then smiled lightly to himself one last time before he lifted it up to place it in his drawer,

whispering to himself as he took another deep breath, “It’s time to let go”


A pair of long arms encircled around your waist as you felt a weight on your shoulders, followed by a warm breath against your neck, “Babe, what are you reading?”

You shook yourself out of your own thoughts as you reached your hand out to ruffle the man’s soft hair, “A letter.. from someone who used to mean the world to me”

The arms around you tightened as he snuggled closer to the crook of your neck, “Ahh… What does it say?”

You turned around to rest your head on his chest, “To apologise.. And also, to thank you for entering my life”

You heard a confused hum, then your cheeks were lifted up by the long and thin fingers of his, “Me? Who is this person?”

“Doyoung, it doesn’t matter. It’s all over anyways. Want to grab lunch?” you chucked as you pinched his cheek lightly, causing him to pout.

It only took him a few seconds to smile again, as he grabbed your hand tightly in yours, “Yes! Let’s go”

You smiled at his response, your thoughts running back to him.

You never once thought you’d hear from him again. Yet after reading the letter, you felt relieved, and contented. The words you never once heard from him helped clear all the thoughts you once had, and you were glad he was willing to finally let go.

Thank you too, Jaehyun.

Loving Vincent Painter Blog

Tiffanie Mang is one of the 125 painting animators who worked on Loving Vincent. She travelled to our Studio in Gdansk, Poland all the way from America to work on the project  and shares her experience of working on the film below. Look out for your chance to ask Tiffanie your own questions soon, at one of our special LA events!

Tiffanie Mang inside her Loving Vincent PAWS

First Steps

I applied to Loving Vincent in early 2016 after a couple friends saw an advert looking for painters and urged me to apply. I remember thinking how amazing the project looked and how cool it would be to be accepted as an artist. Of course I didn’t actually think it would happen…

I didn’t hear back for about two months, and when I did, I almost forgot what I had applied for! After Skyping with the production coordinator, they asked if I could fly to Poland to do a three day test. That would mean quitting my current job, giving up the plein air painting class I was about to teach, and possibly moving away from LA for the rest of the year. I was almost not going to go because the risk was so big - there was no guarantee I would make it on to production because I had to pass the test first.

I hastily booked a ticket and flew out to Gdansk, Poland. After a weekend of exploring the beautiful town by the Baltic Sea, I arrived at Breakthru Films’ studio to take the test. I had no idea what I was getting myself into; I majored in Animation, and this was definitely the hardest animation test I had ever done. I had never done paint on glass animation before, let alone paint on canvas in oils. It was a real challenge, and I truly didn’t think I was going to pass. When I found out I had crossed the preliminary line, I was the happiest person ever. It was such a surreal moment. I then went through two weeks of training before officially starting production and embarking on the crazy journey of working on this beautiful film alongside many other extremely talented painters, who I am so honored to have met. I would not have traded this job for anything else, for it truly was a life-changing experience. The film itself and the people I worked with made it worth every penny, risk, and sacrifice.

A few Loving Vincent Painting Animators outside our Gdansk studio with Douglas Booth

Painting Style

I worked on the film for about 5 months. I did a total of 6 shots and animated Dr. Gachet, Marguerite Gachet, Armand Roulin and Louise Chevalier. I am thankful I got to work on a variety of shots, from closeups, to wide shots, to walk cycles. It was a new experience and challenge each time, from mixing new colours to getting the right brush strokes. I also got to work with the director on creating two original key frames for a couple shots, which was really fun to do because I had to take immediate reference from Van Gogh’s work and other design paintings done by talented senior painters in order to paint the first frame.

I really enjoyed working on the shot where Dr. Gachet and Armand Roulin are chatting in his garden, and Louise Chevalier walks in briefly. I got to paint some awesome camera blur of Louise walking towards the camera and off screen. The biggest challenge was animating Dr. Gachet talking, whose head was the size of a penny. I also really enjoyed animating an extreme close up shot of Armand’s face towards the end of the film when he is contemplating everything he has heard and learned about Vincent Van Gogh. I thought I might get bored painting those subtle movements in his eyes and lips, but I actually had a lot of fun capturing the important nuances to convey the conflicted emotion! It was my last shot for the film, so that definitely added to the bittersweetness.

Louise, Armand and Dr Gachet in the garden

Van Gogh

Working on this film made me admire Vincent so much more as a painter, restless fighter, and poet of strokes and colour. I read a book about him to prepare for the animation test, and I remember resonating so much with his pain of being a struggling artist and finding his true voice, even when it meant going against society’s norms.

“Always continue loving nature, for that’s the real way to learn to understand art better and better.”

Vincent van Gogh, 1874

Since I love painting landscapes and I do find true, endless inspiration in the natural beauty that surrounds us, this Vincent quote always makes me smile.

After Vincent…

I currently work at BartKresa Studio (a 3-D projection mapping studio) as a concept artist and designer. One of our latest projects was creating the stunning visuals that were used for the Game of Thrones Season 7 Premiere Party, where I got to meet Jerome Flynn in flesh after painting him as Dr Gachet for so many months!! I also teach classes for plein air painting, one of my lifelong passions. My never- ending profession, however, is to continue to search for and sculpt my independent voice as a true artist, which as Van Gogh stated, will be the most painstaking but rewarding path of all.

Play it again, Jack I: A love letter to the mfmm fic writers

“Haven’t you read that story already, Miss Fisher?” “Once is nothing, Jack… and this one makes you come off especially well.”

A month ago, I asked you for recommendations of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries fanfic – more specifically stories that you reread, choosing to come back to them again and again, and also saying something of why you come back. I have gotten many wonderful answers, and I will give them back to you in posts over the coming weeks, where I mix the recommendations together. 

Also, please know that you can still send me recommendations. I will keep my inbox open for another couple of weeks – I know there are many of you that have been meaning to send stuff but haven’t gotten to it yet! Being allowed to hear what people love so much that they reread it is such a wonderful gift, I hope you’ll indulge us! (for how to write me, see the original post.)

But – there was one answer that was so eloquent and loving that I felt I couldn’t cut it up for the mix. Therefore, I will start this short series by posting that in its entirety. This is what @quiltingmom sent me, and I answered her that it’s like a love letter to the fanfic writers of this fandom, which she agreed it rather is. 

So, now I’ve given you my initial comment and reminder – the rest of this post is @quiltingmom‘s answer to my question. 

Look at this, Dot. It’s a love letter!

Hi whopooh,

When you issued this request my first thought was oh my goodness, that’s practically all of them, but then I started to think about the ones that I have read over and over again. Truly, there are just too many to list. One of my favorite things to do is to go into an author’s portfolio and reread all of their works again. We have so many – so many, truly gifted and talented writers in this fandom that it is an embarrassment of riches – and makes it so hard to cite everyone. I’ve decided to limit myself to a few which believe me has been incredibly difficult. The fan fiction milieu of MFMM offers so much variety in storylines, character development, style of writing, and AUs that there is a story for everyone. While I love them all, I think my favorites are the ones that incorporate a beautiful or interesting setting, an intriguing casefic, witty and clever banter, gorgeous wardrobe (I know, I can’t help it) and a romance between Jack and Phryne. So trying to follow my own criteria, here’s my list:

When I first discovered fanfic I don’t think I really understood what I stumbled into. Reading “Creatures of Stillness” by @gaslightgallows was life changing for me. I had never read anything like it before and I was hooked and so began my hopeless journey down the rabbit hole of fanfic. This story has Jack showing up in London after a harrowing trip on board a ship to get to Phryne. He shows up disheveled and unshaven and the reunion with her is glorious. Then there’s that shaving scene…

“That Moment is Now” [only available for registred users of ao3] by @phrynesboudoir/Sassasam. Well anything by Sassasam really, but this is my favorite of hers. It has got everything. Everything. I can’t even count how many times I’ve reread it. Jack and Phryne embark on a two week trip to the Blue Mountains in Sydney because even though she and Jack had been courting she has decided that the moment is now for their romantic coupling. The setting is positively gorgeous, those ice caves, wow, the murder mystery terrific, the banter between the two of them is perfect, clever, funny, witty, sweet – sigh, the romance and steamy passion is off the charts, oh and yes, her wardrobe is stunning. I think I’m going to go read it again now.

Like the Deserts Miss the Rain” by @flashofthefuse. I love everything she writes, that’s why I’m the president of her fan club. She is just so gifted in her storytelling. She’s one of my go-tos, her portfolio is amazing and prolific. I could lose myself for a day or week or two in it (not that I’d fess up to it). In this story, Phryne is in London but as they are romancing each other through letters they decide to meet halfway in Columbo and a romantic and thrilling adventure ensues. Phyrne buys a plane and she and Jack travel back to Melbourne via several stops along the way. In Singapore they are pulled into defending a party guest against the charge of murder. This story has it all. I really think this should be made into a movie. Again it’s another one that I have read countless times.

A Man in Need” by @jeneenp/Collingwoodgirl. As I told her, I was glad I arrived late to the party because I got to enjoy this story in one sitting. If I had to wait the entire year for her updates I would have pulled my hair out of my head. But I’d have gladly worn a wig for this story. It’s delicious because it has all of our favorite co-conspirators working together to unite an estranged inspector and lady detective. The reunion, ensuing murder and investigation, and romance are stellar. That train scene though – in the window…

Fear Not the Bugle” by @firesign23. I can’t even begin to comment properly on the depth, variety, richness of her portfolio of stories. She kinda leaves me speechless – well except her angsty ones, I can’t remain speechless about those, lol. “Fear Not the Bugle” explores Phryne and Jack in an established relationship but when a brutal murder takes place orphaning a traumatized 2 year old named Anthony, their relationship goes into an entirely different direction. It’s such a captivating look at the character development of Jack and Phryne given these circumstances. 

@omgimsarahtoo, @omgimsarahtoo, sigh. Yet again another author who it is so hard to pick just one of her works that I’ve read over and over again. She writes steamy passion with such poetic beauty that I’m in awe of her. But sticking with my it’s got it all theme, “Coded Expressions” is another one of my absolute favorites. Jack is called away into the Australian outback by one of his war buddies in a mystery surrounding another one of their war buddies just as he and Phryne are about to take their relationship to the next level. She decides she’s missing him too much and goes after him. The story, the original characters, the art, and the reunion are to die for. 

Taking a departure from the it’s got it all theme, another one of my favorites is actually a two-fer by RakishAngle/@afterdinnerminx. “Truth or Dare” followed by “Messengers and Forfeits” starts with a still chaste Phrack and Phryne getting Jack to agree to a game of truth or dare. It is sexy times indeed and a great read.

And as this is getting ridiculously long my last three are ones I absolutely adore because they are so fun to read. Light hearted and full of moments that just make you smile or outright laugh, they are the ones I go to when I need to giggle. The first is “Lost in Vegas” which is @ollyjayonline and @221aubrina’s hilarious story of a broken Phrack and the cast of characters, based on real life characters, that they meet along the way to their reconciliation. It is a hoot. The next is “Breakfast with Jack and Jane” by @davidandbillie. I love fics with Jane in them and this one is terrific. Phryne is away on a case and this story follows breakfast each morning between Jack and Jane and her attempts to get him to drive her to school. It’s funny, sweet, and just so adorable. My last reread recommendation is “Wardlow Whoopie” by @olderbynow. Every time I read this I start giggling uncontrollably. I love her work but this tongue and cheek fic is hysterical. She has another WIP that I absolutely adore but as I don’t want to pressure her – I’ll just do it passive aggressively through here – I’ll wait patiently for her to update it. 

There are so many, too many more works of a huge variety of authors that I haven’t named in this post, but I’ll have to stop to not make this too long. I cannot begin to express how many countless hours of joy I’ve had reading the stories of this amazing group of people dedicated to blessing us with their talent and creativity. I am eternally grateful for finding this fandom and falling into the rabbit hole of MFMM.

Thank you so much for this letter, @quiltingmom!

It's been almost two months...

With a subject heading like that the initial assumption is probably that it’s been two months in chastity, or two months since I came. Neither of these is true. It has simply been two months since my Wife and I started on our journey towards FLR.

I say journey towards it, even though you could argue that it really is a black and white scenario. You’re either in one, or you aren’t. That’s probably the first misconception that these two months have dispelled. Our roles seem to be constantly changing and evolving, and the evolution is very much an “x steps forward, y steps back” type. While my Wife is very much the one in charge, sometimes the responsibility becomes too much of a burden and it leads to stresses that force Her to retreat from Her power. I’m so proud of Her strength though, and also Her willingness to appear fallible. I think there would be a great temptation to hide that, but Her showing it really does increase Her power in my eyes. It’s strange that embracing our weaknesses usually makes us stronger. Well, perhaps not so much strange as obvious.

My initial hope had been to catalogue every step of the journey in as straight a way as possible. While I love reading erotically charged posts, I wanted to provide a dry commentary on the realities of embarking on a true FLR for those interested in following this path. The problem is, since my Wife took control of my orgasms I am in something of a permanent state of heightened sexuality. Funnily enough that has led to a struggle with my own judgments of myself. I have never been the ‘guy who only thinks about sex’, (probably because I’ve been masturbating at least 5 times a week since before I could even cum. Sometimes 5 times in a night) and I took pride in that. Now I find that every moment of every day has an ever present hint of sex. Part of me is overjoyed to be 'normal’, and the other part feels shamed at being 'just another man thinking with his dick’. It’s confronting and I find myself apologising for making everything about sex. It also means that 'dry’ attempts at journaling soon devolve into charged accounts of precum leaking onto the sheets while I go down on my Queen once again.

Instead, I’ll offer here some random thoughts from the last two months.
• The time She said I have to 'earn’ chastity, forcing me to acknowledge that it is my desire, and not something 'forced’ upon me.
• The moment when She said I could cum after a month of no release, and I felt conflicted - desperate for the orgasm, but sad that my heightened state of constant arousal would soon explode out of me, and I would go 'back to normal’ until I could build it back up again. I did cum in the end. The orgasm was possibly my most intense, but I carried a palpable feeling of loss for the next two days
• I’ve been surprised by the sexually charged joy of doing the laundry. Each time I hang Her clothes I feel a spark of excitement. I’m sure it will fade in time, but it’s still there after two months.
• Something else that I have noticed is that cum occasionally just 'spills’ out of me. It’s the oddest sensation and I’ve come to cherish it. It feels almost like I’m about to pee, but then a substantial 'load’ (maybe a half teaspoons worth) will just leak out. It’s different to precum, but thicker than urine. It’s odd and fascinating.

This is all a bit train of thought, I just wanted to fire off a quick post so I could actually get started doing it, rather than just planning it in my head. So far, here’s what I will say after two months:

If you are thinking about embarking on this journey don’t wait. Do it. It is not easy. As submissive as you think you are, you going to be challenged, and your probably going to find out just how submissive you aren’t. But stick with it. It will take work, but it is so worth it. And if you are like me and you thought your Wife/Girlfriend would never go for it, just take the plunge. Be honest and open.

BUT, don’t empty the whole toy chest on them. For me, it was as simple as saying that I wanted to learn to love Her better, and that I thought that tying my sexual release to Her, and only Her would help facilitate that. You don’t need to go into detail of your fantasies (unless She asks) because they’re just that; yours. You need to be willing to surrender them. If you really want it, then Her fantasies will become your fantasies. Even if they’re a little too tame for you to begin with. Trust me, once She starts in this path, She can get plenty dirty. And it is so worth it.