disguise inside

Every Moon (man) has a disguise
  • Aries Moon: Inside the valiant and protective is a vulnerable child, fearful of abandonment and paralyzed by confusion
  • Taurus Moon: inside the grounded taurus moon a roamer really has nothing to stand on
  • Gemini Moon: an incessant gemini moon chatter conceals an innocent need to be heard and acknowledged for being aware and existing
  • Cancer Moon: an aggressive cancer moon veils the screaming child who is unable to cope with such powerful sensitivity
  • Leo Moon: inside the proud and performing lunar leo is a baby cub who truly craves acceptance from one true love
  • Virgo Moon: inside the internalized and intellectual virgo moon is an obligated healer who longs to help but doesn’t feel good enough
  • Libra Moon: inside the gracious libra moon there is a hollowness that could swallow the universe
  • Scorpio Moon: inside the intimidating scorpio moon is a wounded child who won’t stop screaming until she figures out why she was born at all
  • Sagittarius Moon: inside the carefree sagittarius moon is a wrestle against reaction, rage, and restlessness
  • Capricorn Moon: inside the sturdy lunar capricorn is a frightened child in the body of a full grown man
  • Aquarius Moon: inside the blase lunar aquarius is an empty scream at the condition of human existence
  • Pisces Moon: inside the sensitive pisces moon is an essence that generates the highest octave of motherly and maternal love, a ledge of the moon that touches the sea, all life, love, and suffering is born and dies here. in the moment that the moon rises, they see their reflection in the night. this is not all suffering but a true portrait of godly poetry
  • -C.
How To Keep a Diary Like Virginia Woolf

“Begin by making your own diary-books. Find some old books in a second-hand shop or a car boo sale, books with good covers and bindings. Pull out some pages and fill them with your own choice of paper. Disguise your diary inside old school textbooks, the ones that used to teach grammar. Virginia Woolf was appalled by her negligent grammar. But grammar was not the point. Practice writing with and without it. Allow yourself to move. Woolf galloped through sentences in her diary, in a haphazard way. ‘It loosens the ligaments,’ she said. Her diary was somewhere she could appear ‘slovenly’ and ‘elastic’. Not everything we jot down in our diaries needs to be carefully thought out. Put on baggy clothes. Relax your mental joints. No one but you is looking. Let your brain go loose and floppy. Let your hand lead the way. Get inside your body and find a rhythm. Bring your brain into contact with your breathing. Let go.”

Sally Bayley, The Private Life of the Diary

I put this in tags on a reblog, but I feel the need to put it in an actual post and gush about the RaviOli feels for a moment.

How much do I love the double meaning in the exchange between Chase and Liv (”Have I told you how much I like your new Look? I’m glad you finally got on board.”) followed immediately by Liv walking into the morgue in her old, pale look?

On one level we have her rejection of the Fillmore Graves method - Chase may not have put the plan in motion but he was following it through, FG is a bottom-line, big-picture company, and will do unethical things if they feel they need to - the ends justify the means. Liv is not “on board” with that and when Chase suggests that “tanning and dyeing” (or in her case wig-ing?) is a show of support for the Fillmore Graves way, Liv can’t wash that bronzer and tear that wig off fast enough. 

But also.

She doesn’t just show up any old place in her old look. The next scene is her walking into the Morgue, empty except for her and Ravi. 

She walks away from a person who is complimenting something shallow - and not just shallow, I mean there’s nothing inherently wrong with wanting to be pretty right? but a disguise, something that represents Liv hiding her “true” self.

And Liv walks right to the person who has always, always seen the true her. Who has never been put off by her pale looks. Who thinks she’s “kind of amazing” and “beyond bad ass.” Who still saw her and trusted her when she raged out on hitman sociopath brains. Who is always in awe of her. She walks right to Ravi.

And if there was any doubt that Ravi and Liv are the true heart of this show and truly belong together, we get Ravi’s speech, started off with his simple declaration:

“I want it to be you.”

If Ravi is coming from a purely scientific point of view, one scratch is as good as another, right? He doesn’t say “Major won’t want to” or anything; he doesn’t want to go to Blaine who won’t care about ethics. He doesn’t want to ask them, he wants this moment to be him and Liv.

For Ravi, the story started with himself and Liv. It will continue or end, for better or for worse, with him and Liv.

the moon has many disguises 
inside the valiant and protective aries moon is a vulnerable child, fearful of abandonment and paralyzed by confusion 
inside the grounded taurus moon a roamer really has nothing to stand on 
an incessant gemini moon chatter conceals an innocent need to be heard and acknowledged for being aware and existing 
an aggressive cancer moon veils the screaming child who is unable to cope with such powerful sensitivity 
inside the proud and performing lunar leo is a baby cub who truly craves acceptance from one true love 
inside the internalized and intellectual virgo moon is an obligated healer who longs to help but doesn’t feel good enough
inside the gracious libra moon there is a hollowness that could swallow the universe
inside the intimidating scorpio moon is a wounded child who won’t stop screaming until she figures out why she was born at all
inside the carefree sagittarius moon is a wrestle against reaction, rage, and restlessness
inside the sturdy lunar capricorn is a frightened child in the body of a full grown man
inside the blase lunar aquarius is an empty scream at the condition of human existence
inside the sensitive pisces moon is an essence that generates the highest octave of motherly and maternal love, a ledge of the moon that touches the sea, all life, love, and suffering is born and dies here. in the moment that the moon rises, they see their reflection in the night. this is not all suffering but a true portrait of godly poetry 

-C 

Lipstick Stains On Your Heart

(my first shallura fic~ i feel like i probably flubbed some stuff here, but i really wanted to post something so pls bear with me. i’m also fairly bad at titles soooo sorry for that too.)

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In another life, Shiro thinks, this would be a quiet Sunday morning. The window would be open, the sky would be clear and blue, and Allura would be settled at her vanity across the room, doing what she is now.

But he lives in the reality he does, which means he’s inside of a castle that’s also a space ship, he’s one of the leaders of the universe’s greatest hope, and he’s inside the bedroom of the princess of a lost planet.

Still, the moment is terribly domestic. 

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Azula and Tylee Fanfic.

All of these links are fanfictions of my favorite ship.

Azula and Ty lee from Avatar the Last Air Bender. 

I don’t take credit for these at all, I’m just sharing them among other people who happen to like this ship very much. Credit goes to the author!

These are the best ones I found so far. Feel free to add to this post if you wish! Once again, credit to the authors! 

“She’s here.”
My lying eyes stare downwards as I hear the familiar tap of her feet. It baffles me as her steps become louder and louder. She steps with grace, if you watch her, you wonder how her feet even touch the ground. I hear the soft chime of her laugh floating through the hallway, my anger rising with each soft giggle.
“Theres no escaping her today.”
Ever-present were her dark chocolate eyes. I used to stare into those irises, memorizing their beauty, sometimes even catching the green that was speckled all throughout. She would be close to me all day, her warmth radiating towards my icy disguise. Every atom inside me screamed to run to her, I’d have to all but chain myself down to suppress the urge.
“Don’t bother looking at her.”
I’d learned to lock my heart away, to win the battle between the very thing she'd captured the most. After I’d broken her, she made sure never to glance at me again. The punishment fit the crime.
“She’s unstable, she’s insane.”
Of course, I’d spoken those words out of hatred, hatred for myself. Knowing she would never look back. Of course she’s unstable, she’s a flame. Everything she does is fueled with her fiery passion, her emotions burning bright. She loved deeply, she’d fought vigorously calling upon every flicker in her soul.
“She's not who you thought she was.”
No, she’s not the innocent angel I’d fallen for 6 months ago. She’s changed entirely. I broke her and built her. She’s now reckless, cunning, and dangerously something darker. Her heart was now as blackened as her eyes; I’d scorched away innocence she’d had left. Creating a loveless belle in her wake.
“Pretending you don’t love her won’t make it any easier to hate her.”
For today, I will see my blazing wildfire once again. I will memorize how her dark curtain of hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders. I will gaze in wonder how it frames her pale freckled face. Tracing the full shape of her lips in my mind, recalling how they moulded against mine. When she is laughing, I will paint her dark eyes across the rough planes of my heart, aching as my sadden gaze fell spun her light pink blush, forever my favorite color.
“You deserve to be happy.”
No, no I don’t. I’d shut off my emotions, desperately trying to deny the hell I’d lived in. Blocking out the pain, blocking out her. She was my light, my hope. But after she’d almost torn apart her world to bring mine back from the demons in my home, I’d let her go. I couldn’t have her here, I couldn’t let myself tear her in two, just to save my damned soul. After this world is gone, after she’d found someone who could invest every atom in their body to loving her, she would be who I see at the end.
“Let go.”
Bringing a scowl to my quivering lips, I looked up. Turing away, I began to pretend once again, that I hated her.
—  She deserves more then this 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you guys knew that one fanfic where Phil had an abusive boyfriend named leo (?) And he went on a trip with a few other youtubers and the two of them had a fight. It was a slow burn, and Phil broke up with him and kissed Dan? Thank you omg

Love is Just an Empty Word You Say - (tw) Phil had gotten so used to being single, but that didn’t mean he wanted it that way forever. Insert Leo, who sweeps Phil off of his feet and steals his heart, and it doesn’t take long for Phil to come to the conclusion that his new boyfriend is an angel. But Leo’s halo and wings aren’t a good enough disguise for the devil inside.

- Eliza

anonymous asked:

How Papyrus and Sans would react if they learn that Frisk has a skeleton in their body? ((They would probably freak up if Frisk brokes their arm for exemple XD))

I haven’t decided yet if I think animal-based monsters have something like a skeleton in their bodies. Obviously there aren’t bones left when they die and turn to dust. But while they’re alive? Is there some kind of scaffolding? Or does the magic just know where to be firm and where to be soft and where to be furry, etc? (And for that matter, how can they shed fur? Shouldn’t the fur turn to dust? AND ONE MORE THING–)

I only bring that up because it would likely change how Sans reacts to it. If there are monsters who have skeletons, then I think Sans would know about that from his studies, and have enough sense to apply it to humans too. Bones in certain monsters are probably not common knowledge (the same way, say, cows having many stomach chambers is not common knowledge to humans), but he’s a smart cookie who would probably be into factoids like that.

But lets suppose they don’t have bones. 

They are told. Sans thinks Frisk is just screwing with him and laughs. Pap does this: ಠ_ಠ

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I adored this request. That being said I still struggled to finish it properly - until my girlfriend suggested Tony being clumsy. Why is she so much better at this than me? She also badgered me to post it when I was going to put it in a queue, so you guys owe her one. XD Anyway, this request was made by @sxnali and I loved writing it so thank you, my darling. Enjoy!

Prompt: I saw a list of AUs and this one reminded me of Tony, could you please write a Tony x reader for this? “I’m always the top score at arcade games and you beat my score at my favorite game and made your scoreboard name “(PERSON A)SUX” and I went to confront you about it and holy shit you’re really hot’ AU” (you don’t have to if you don’t want to but thank you!!!)

“Fight Me”

Tony Stark’s pride was almost as famous as he was. Magazine covers, newspaper headlines, and daytime television all documented his daily life.

Despite this, however, he always needed private time, and cherished it where he could get it. In as conspicuous clothing as he could get away with, Stark would regularly take himself downtown to an arcade he had frequented when he was younger.

Were it not for Stark becoming an anonymous benefactor for it, the arcade would’ve closed long ago. No longer was it bustling with kids wearing jumpers tucked into their trousers and aviator glasses. Instead a few teens lingered on the steps out front, smoking who knows what. Tony didn’t let it get to him as he manoeuvred past them and stepped inside. His disguise wasn’t professional but it did the trick – a hoodie, hat, and shades. Classic.

The smell that hit him was intoxicating and nostalgic. Dust mixed with the unmistakeable scent of old metal. The wooden walls and dark carpet glittered with the lights from the arcade games which beckoned him closer. Muscle memory drew Tony to his favourite game, the one he played every week. Galaga. The screen was dark and inviting. Insert Coin to Play. Tony wasn’t one to ignore orders.

The game fired up and he was quick to get started. He hummed along to the catchy and memorable tune as he waited for the ship to appear. God, he wished games were still like this! Maybe he’d invest in a games company… An indie games developer. Those games were always better than half of the popular market.

It took a moment to get into it again, but once he did, Tony Stark was away. The tiny little ship flew about the screen like there was a professional pilot in the cockpit. And to some extent, there was. Tony fired blast after blast towards the aliens and slowly their numbers depleted. Tony smirked. He was enjoying this far too much.

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Insomnia

Somewhere in the distance a car siren rings. It’s not very loud, but for those awake in the silent hours of the early morning it is deafening. The typically assiduous highways are depleted, with only the odd car driving through on the way home from a late night out. The silence one can bask themselves in is both eerily calming and eerily frightening, for there is nothing more daunting than encountering a night alone. Those who are awake on those early hours customarily have things more formidable to be afraid of. There was a very well known quote that stated that those who were awake at such early hours were either in love or heartbroken. The insomniac who lies awake for nights on end would altercate that endless nights of unsettlement was much more frightening than the prospect of being in or out of love. Those who are heartbroken often can’t sleep due to sadness and those who are in love often can’t sleep due to happiness. Two opposite ends on a intertwined continuum. To an insomniac, the emotions of happiness and sadness were never fully expressed for they often sat in the centre of the continuum, and having the encounter solely one night of sleeplessness for being on one end or the other of that continuum was like a dream for the insomniac - if they had dreams that is.
The night was never fully silent though, that was impossible. The loneliness of insomnia was often joined by the ringing of sirens or the singing of birds. Some nights it was accompanied by the falling of rain or the rustling of wind. That famous quote never mentioned that sometimes those who were awake to watch the sun set were kept awake from insomnia rather than love. The quote liked to romanticise the calamity of unsettled nights, of purple bruises under tired eyes and of racing minds inside disguised smiles. The quote liked to exhort that nights without sleep were romantic and endearing, but it never once mentioned what it was like to live like that night after night. Never once experiencing the comfort of blissful sleep and the beauty of being trapped inside a dream with no awareness of the troubles surrounding them.
Somewhere in the distance, a car siren rings. It’s morning now and the noise is welcomed by the rising sun. In beds around the city young children and elderly grandparents are emerging from their caves of blankets and pillows. But for the insomniac who is staring out the window it is just another reminder of the bed they have yet to enter. Of the dreams and nightmares they have yet to endure. For the insomniac it is not an alarm, but merely a haunting laugh, entertained by painful night they’ve just endured. The alarm clock that rings is not their to wake them up, instead to remind them that they have not slept and they will not sleep. They will not dream.

- written by reck-less-teen-agers

Akatsuki Reacts to Finding out Tobi was Obito

Requested by anon!

How would each other Akatsuki member react if they found out Tobi was Obito all along?

1. Pein: Tries to act like he knew all along. Is actually genuinely shocked.

Pein: “I see. So "Madara” was actually Obito. That…..is not a surprise. Not at all. I am not upset. Not one bit. I am god and therefore I know all. Including the fact that Tobi was Obito. I mean it’s simply his real name used as an anagram, only an idiot wouldn’t figure that one out. But not me. Nope. I knew it all along.“

2. Konan: Angry at herself for not figuring it out. 

Konan: "I should have known better than to trust the word of a man with a ridiculous looking orange mask who goes around acting like an idiot. Madara my ass. Madara is much more masculine than that anyway.”

3. Deidara: Angry. Upset. Wants to blow something up.

Deidara: “Are you kidding me?!? That idiotic kid was actually some incredibly powerful guy all along?! He called me "Senpai” and mocked my art! …..HE WAS MOCKING ME ALL ALONG. AND HE KNEW. WHAT THE FUCK.“

4. Sasori: Not really bothered enough to express shock.

Sasori: "Oh. More deception. Doesn’t really surprise me. I myself wore a disguise inside my puppet at first. Seems like it’s common in these evil organizations to pretend to be something you’re not.”

5. Hidan: Doesn’t care. At all.

Hidan: “So the stupid guy turned out to be the powerful guy. Big fucking deal. Happens all the time. Now what I REALLY want to know is why he acted so fucking stupid. I mean I know acting dumb is part of staying in character but SHEESH.”

6. Kakuzu: Wonders how much money he could make off of him.

Kakuzu: “I could have made millions….I wonder….how much just his organs would sell for. No no, the whole body would be better. How many suitcases would I need…”

7. Itachi: Kinda maybe upset.

Itachi: “…..whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Obito?!”

8. Kisame: A little bemused. Mostly sympathetic towards Itachi.

Kisame: “That’s rather unfortunate isn’t it Itachi? I mean all along we were being puppeted by this guy who was supposed to be dead. Oh….oh my god I am so sorry.”

9. Zetsu: Laughing at everyone and everything.

Zetsu: “HAH!”

I’ve read that part of “Unseen Academicals”, where Vetinari throws party at UU for football captains and gets drunk, and I have too much feels.

I’ve loved Vetinari from the beginning, which for me was “Guards! Guards!”, but in comparison to other characters, Vetinari, once established, hasn’t changed much (although of course he had his relationships’ developments, especially with Vimes). 

But in “The Last Hero” and especially “Unseen Academicals”?

Oh my. He is kinda softer, and really jokes, and he is more open - well, as far as Vetinari can be open. He is still “tyrant, remember”, and manipulative, and all that professional stuff, but I have the impression, that he is more confident in a way: city runs itself more effective, his authority is unquestionable, and he can let himself appear more human.

And I can just imagine, how his communication with Vimes must look like these days. Like, they’re totally old married couple after all these years, and there is no way they don’t understand each other with just half a glance, but they continue their little play of “I have nothing to do with it, I don’t know, what did you do, no way, but it was awesome” - “Sir”, cause that’s what they do, and now it’s rather their way of revealing the truth than hiding it.

And at one point (somewhere in “Raising Steam” I believe) I was imagining, what would happen, if Vimes and Moist became sort of friends, cause they have at least one thing in common - their pain-in-the-ass boss - but, considering how Vetinari is in UA, I can now imagine, that it’s rather him and Vimes would be having some kind of disguised inside jokes about Moist.

And when I think of that time, when Vetinari threatened to take away Vimes’ badge, all of this development gives me even more feelings.