Hey ya’ll, I know I’ve kind of been MIA for months now, but this is why!!! I’ve been working with the awesome Sam Sykes to produce Brave Chef Brianna, the first issue of which dropped the other day >:)
This year’s N.O.W. Special Screenings at Tribeca 2017 feature AWAKE, A Dream From Standing Rock, executive produced by Shailene Woodley.
The film captures the story of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe’s peaceful resistance against the North Dakota Pipeline that captured the world’s attention and changed the fight for clean water and the future of the planet.
A live discussion with filmmakers Josh Fox and James Spione (both Tribeca alums and Oscar nominees), along with their co-director Myron Dewey, follows the screening.
if it’s true that Billie gets her powers not through being marked, but through the knife...
…that’s pretty appropriate actually?
One thing that’s always struck me about the Outsider is his fickleness. He canonically, textually, decides who to gift with literal magic powers only on how interesting he finds them personally, as opposed to, say, how good he thinks they are (and you’d think after a few thousand years he’d have a good nose for those things). He even cynically expects that his marked will abuse their powers, and continues marking people anyway.
There is a pattern of “giving power to the powerless” is who he chooses (which tbh Emily kind of breaks :/) but it’s obviously not the only criterion or else there would be a whole lot more marked running around.
IMO there is an easy argument to be made that he is, on balance, a sower of suffering in the world. He was made to suffer and now he is pretty blasé about the suffering of still-living humans. I mean, his marked include people like Daud and Delilah who internalize kill or be killed, only out for number one, and feel self-justified about all their abhorrent actions. Upon reflection, marked ones like low-chaos Corvo are… pretty damn rare.
And that’s to say nothing of how runes and bone charms tend to drive the random civilians who stumble upon them insane (which, may not be the Outsider’s active doing, but speaks to his nature as something with a, uh, problematic relationship with human suffering).
So then you have Billie. Who, in her youth, desired the Outsider’s mark. Who has deep, deep regrets about that time in her life but also… some sympathy for the hurt person she used to be, and complicated feelings about what her place in the Whalers gave her.
Trying to discuss who is “worthy” of the Outsider’s mark is a giant can of worms. But Billie… not youthful assassin Billie, but Billie who keenly judged Emily’s shortcomings during the course of DH2, Billie who, if Emily proved compassionate, came clean about her role in Jessamine’s assassination, Billie who saved Martha Cottings and cared deeply about an old washed-up natural philosopher and sheltered Alexandria Hypatia (another dual victim-killer) on her boat… Billie is a PRETTY DAMN GOOD CANDIDATE for “worthy.”
But the Outsider is fickle. For reasons only he understands, Billie’s not ~*~interesting~*~ to him.
So Billie finds her power in the implement that MADE the Outsider, takes her power literally into her own hands, against the God who inexplicably spurned her, against the former-human who has completely lost touch with what it means to be human.
I am making all sorts of mistakes
packing flesh like clay onto the skeletons of dreams
the fuller and more beautiful they are
the more painful it is
to remember that they are sculptures just the same
and that they will remain so
whether I carve prints into their fingers
or if I pop eyes into their heads
or tongues behind their lips
and that if they start to speak I am talking to myself
will someone please come teach me
how to build my desires into living functional bodies
so I can avoid growing any more attached
to all these fantasies turned mannequins
Many people have either poor physical, mental, emotional or spiritual health which causes us to feel imbalanced and unfocused in life. Follow this 7-Day challenge to better improve these aspects of your life.
-Meditate after you get up and eat breakfast.
-Consume only the foods and drinks for the day (you can drink as much water as you want)
-Use candles, incense or air fresheners for the aromatherapy
-Listen to music that mainly uses the corresponding instruments for the day
-Do the exercises as soon as you can in the day or when convenient
-Try your best to follow the healing activities for the day
ROOT CHAKRA - Survival
-Spices (horseradish, hot paprika, chives, pepper)
-Dandelion root tea
-Patchouli, Cedarwood, Ginger, Rosewood, Cloves
-Grounding exercises, squats, walking, jogging
Self-Care & Activities
-Get a massage (at least a foot massage)
-Get 8 hours of sleep (nap if you need)
-Take a long, hot bath/shower (wash yourself with your favorite things)
SACRAL CHAKRA - Pleasure
-Honey & nuts
-Spices (cinnamon, vanilla, carob, sweet paprika, sesame seeds, caraway seeds)
-Orange, Jasmine, Rosewood, Grapefruit, Geranium
-Pelvic thrusts, sex, masturbation, yoga
Self-Care & Activities
-Drink 8 cups of water
-Hug someone you love
-Treat yo’ self
-Talk to a good listener about anything that’s on your mind
-Do something creative
SOLAR PLEXUS CHAKRA - Power
-Grains & seeds
-Spices (ginger, mints, melissa, chamomile, turmeric, cummin, fennel)
-Lemon, Corriander, Lime, Frankincense, Myrrh
Self-Care & Activities
-Sit in a steam room or just do a steam facial
-Engage in positive self-talk (e.g. I look great today. I did a good job)
-Make a list of your best attributes
-Get something you’ve been putting off done with
HEART CHAKRA - Love
-“Air” vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, celery, squash)
-Spices (basil, sage, thyme, cilantro, parsley)
-Ylang Ylang, Rose, Jasmine, Pine, Rosewood
Self-Care & Activities
-Practice deep-breathing exercises
-Try your best to sit up straight
-Do an act of kindness (the more, the better)
-Spend time with your loved ones (even if it’s your pet)
-Get some fresh air
THROAT CHAKRA - Communication
-Liquids in general (no soda or energy drinks)
-Tree growing fruits
-Spices (salt, lemon grass)
-Red clover blossom tea
-Rosemary, Lime, Sage, Indian Champa, Cedarwood
Self-Care & Activities
-Talk to an old friend
-Play music you love to sing along to
-Get a shoulder and neck massage
-Write in your journal (or start one)
THIRD EYE -Intuition
-Dark bluish fruit (berries mainly)
-Liquids (red wine & grape juice)
-Spices (lavender, poppy seed, mugwort)
-Geranium, Basil, Jasmine, Lavender, Rosemary
-Visualization, lucid dreaming
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear dark blue, indigo or purple
-Draw or paint
-Do a grounding senses meditation
-Analyze the dream you had last night
-Look at the night sky tonight if you can
CROWN CHAKRA - Spirituality
-Fasting (after lunch)
-Organic, GMO-free food
-Sandalwood, Saffron, Lotus, Jasmine
-Guided meditation and Silence
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear purple or white
-Meditate (there’s guided meditations on youtube on many subjects)
-Pray or just think about life
-Learn a new skill or language
-Do word or number puzzles
-Get a head massage
-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…
-What is this? I don’t know what this is… hahahaha 🙃🙃🤔😏 Read it and decide for yourself. (then maybe let me know what this is haha…Sigh, I need help.)
-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)
-S/O to @7n13bang for being MVP AF for requesting and read through 2 (soon 3) novel sized pieces of my shitty ass writing.
Jolting awake from a sudden thunderous bang in the pin drop quietness of the lecture hall, you raise your head up angrily and stare up still in a daze. Your hands rub your eyes sluggishly to rid them of the leftover blurriness of sleep before trying your best to locate the source of the disturbance. Looking around the room, a few frustrating expressions pair with the scribbling sound of pencils on exam papers, you concluded that you had for once not slept pass the ending of the class. Finally, your eyes land on a boy 5 rows in front of you who’s nervously picking up his textbook, apologizing profusely to the 20 pairs of eyes glaring daggers his way.
Fucking Brian, always with his clumsiness.
A low grunt escapes your lips as you glare down toward the flustered boy nervously pushing his textbook underneath the ugly blue plastic chair of the rundown lecture hall with his foot. Now, normally you’re not so uptight that you’d be cussing someone out for an accident. It happens, especially during a high stress period like midterm week. However, what he did just now cost you one of the most amazing dream ever, or dirtiest… or maybe you need holy water kind of dream, depends on who’s talking.
Dozing off in class wasn’t a rare occurrent for you. Math has always been one of those subject that comes to you without much struggle which leaves plenty of time for day dreaming about nighttime activities. Actually, what is a rare occurrent would be you attending class. Sign up for a late class, your best friend had said, it’d be easier to get to class since you’re already awake, he said. No chance of being late to class from oversleeping. Well he was right about the not being late to class part. You can’t technically be late if you never bother with showing up to begin with. What a load of bullshit. If anything, the tiredness built upon itself and by 4 o’clock, your body physically give up. Regret welcomes you in its cold embrace every single time you drag your feet across the grossly worn out, stains filled carpet of the 100 years old math building. If it wasn’t regret, it’d be the constant stress to your poor heart every time it creaks from the settling cold of dusk. You wouldn’t be surprise to see it completely in ruined one of these day. Honestly, how is the building even in function still.
Having nothing better to do after finishing the exam early, you resorted to your usual activity during class time. As much as you enjoy the thrill of solving problems, sitting through a 2 hours lecture just isn’t your thing, even worse when there’s nothing to do after an exam. You lost count of how many people that had asked why you even bother showing up to class just to fall asleep 5 minutes into the lesson.
“Oh, they threaten me if i don’t start showing up to class, i’d get academic probation. Plus they say they’re considering kicking me off the cheer squad so you know, sleep here sleep at home… it’s the same shit.”
That was one of those lie you told so often it’s slowly becoming the truth. You could be strap onto a lie detector right now and neither will you sweat nor blink. What choice do you have but to deceive everyone. Plus, it’s not even that important of a lie, white lie even. If you told them the real reasons, probation would be the last thing you’d need to worry about. It’s not as if you can publicly declare your love for the hot professor. Actually, that in itself isn’t really the problem, 70%-99% of his students secretly mentally undress him during class anyways, boys and girls alike.
Seriously, who wouldn’t.
Being one of those genius kid that had everything figured out by the time they graduated high school, he’s barely even 4 years older than you with a Master and a Phd. under his belt with a fancy job at a prestigious university. Towering over most at nearly 6 ft, he pretty much stands out in any crowd. Even if his intimidating height doesn’t do its job, his impressive look will take care of the rest. Despite being a professor, he looks anything but with perfectly sculpted face, even better figure, and a fashion sense that shamed even models. He pretty much could be standing there reciting the phonebook and it’d somehow be interesting.
The problem itself is that you actually acted upon your desire when the opportunities arisen a few months back. Well, that opportunity wasn’t just a simple heat of the moment thing but rather months of intense push and pull, suppressing and wanting to unleash a fury of unimaginable desires on each other. But let’s leave that tale for a later date.
Staring up at the center of your deepest darkest secret, you muster up a sleepy smile when your eyes meet his. He had been busily grading away at his desk while simultaneously proctoring the exam before now, looking ravishingly stunning under the rare appearance of his oversized brown tortoise specs. A playful smirk rests upon your mouth without your knowledge, tongue breaching its barrier for a slow sensual meeting with the lower lip. He often wears contacts, only busting out the glasses whenever he knew he needed to get on your good side.
You’ve never meant for this little preference to be made known, much less to Hanbin. Late night spend in his office in reality is much less exhilarating than what one would anticipates of a willing single lady and an open available man lock in a room, wee hours of the darkness with nothing else but the quiet cricket of night as companions. He had been on the 3rd pile of paper scribbling away furiously with a few disappointing sigh. It had only been the first exam of the quarter and already, stress bestowed upon the poor professor. His brows furrowed in frustration of where could he have gone wrong that resulted in such detrimental way to the class learning curve. A soft “God” slipped through his lips like the most dainty of wind rushing through the leaves. Your heart ached for the young professor blaming himself for the lack of the class. Seconds of sympathy turned into minutes of absentmindedly staring at how his hair no longer holding its shape but rather flopping over in evident of a exhausted long day. Even with the guilt of not being able to do more to help him coursing through your blood vessels, you couldn’t stop the primal calling of the pooling heat in between your legs.
His svelte fingers rubbing his brows vexingly as his head twisted in discomfort. Judging from the amount of red blooming on the page, it had to be one of the stoner kid that’s even worse at showing up to class than you are. When he wasn’t nibbling gently on his knuckles, his teeth would be busy gnawing away at the redden abused lips, rolling and licking them to smithereens. You let your attention engulfed in the slight sheen on those high cheekbones, eyes lingering along the sharp jawline that had definitely had every girl in the department wishing they could trace them with their tongue. His jet black locks messily draped over the peeking undercut, no longer sinfully neat from the constant ruffle of his hand rummaging through in disappointment. A near moan-like sigh escaped your lips when his index effortlessly push the oversized pair of glasses up the bridge of his noise, tugging it gently by the end piece. Hanbin is undeniably handsome, that’s for sure. But God forbid how immorally good he looks with his specs on, playing into his part as a professor so damn well. Unknowingly, your legs less than inconspicuously crossed over themselves, clumsily rubbing hard knocking the underside of his desk a few times, begging for any sort of friction. All from the way his glasses framing his ethereal face so perfectly. You had been so lost within the mesmerizing view that you nearly lost your soul from the sudden rasp of his voice.
“Baby girl, what are you doing over there?” Checking in on you was something he had always done. Even grading get rough and tedious so you provide the right amount of distraction for a quick break.
“H-Homework…” You stuttered out in an almost incoherent mess, chest heaving, breaths steadily rising. Heart rapidly drumming against your ribcage out of shock.
“How’s that going?” He sighed, a slight smirk nestled itself on his lips.
“Uh-Uhm. Good!” You shamelessly stared at the busy man in front of you that was sparing you no glance. He continued with jotting down comments, circling mistakes.
“Are you working on art?”
“Huh? No. Physics.” For once, you wished for nothing more but for him to return to ignoring you, leave you to your day dream. You whimpered pathetically, losing command over all your senses.
“Judging from the way you’ve been absentmindedly doodling circles on your paper, I’d have guessed it’s a kindergarten art assignment for learning shapes. But hey! What do I know, right?” Not even one single second spared. He didn’t even look up while cooly making his observation. “Then again, I could be wrong. I think your legs are busy doing something else though.” His tone remained as calm as ever. As if he was just making a passing comments on how pretty the night sky was, not the fact that you were pleasuring yourself off the jaw-dropping sight of him hard working. “Or should I teach you some anatomy lesson right now. We’ll start with picking up your slacken jaws off the floor…” Finally, that haughty, mischievous expression graced itself on his features, his eyes glanced upward just enough to witness all the color disappeared from your skin.
“C-Can you blame me though? It’s late and I-we should be in bed by now” You somehow managed to still be the least bit sassy while throwing down your pen after the mortifying realization that he was right. Atop your free body diagram a jumble of scribbles and circles layered themselves in no particular order. Your hands immediately went to press down your awkward legs in hope of controlling your dampen core. You bit your cheek out of pure embarrassment, physically impossible to look his way. You must’ve looked so stupid drooling over him with your mouth gaped wide open while drawing random shit on your homework.
“Is that so? I did said you don’t need to keep me company when I grade exam. You can go home first…” Clearly amusing himself from watching you suffer, he quipped playfully.
“No… I’ll stay.” You insisted, wincing a bit from a particularly hard chomp against on your own lip.
“You’re way too distracted today. What is it? Is it because I’m ignoring you?” He halted his movement, right hand placed over his left matter of factly. You tried your best remaining still in your seat, eyes glancing around, sweating like a sinner in church.“Hmm, that’s not it. I’ve ignored you for weeks before when my folks came to town. I bet it’s not my clothes either. You’ve seen me in these slacks plenty of times…” You swallowed hard, fingers nervously tapping on your thigh. He eyed you up and down, inside out, left to right with an inquisitive note to his burning gaze.
“Ah…” Like the devil had just thrusted himself upon the man lost in thought in the mere microsecond it took you to blink. A wave of indiscernible mix of ego and arrogance submerged him in its toxic lake, darkening the light in his star filled eyes with lust. You felt lost gazing in those blown out pool of brown, feeling its seductive calling drawing you closer to losing yourself. You tried to resist but like a spell bound fool, you found yourself wandering further into his embrace.
The sudden shift in mood had you sinking into your seat as if it could somehow eject you out of the thick tension of the room that was overworking your lungs with harsh gasps. Curiosity burned away and contentment bursting out with life like a phoenix reborn from ashes, his eyes still following you closely, latching onto the way yours darted between the collar bones peek-a-booing beneath the unbuttoned collar of his disheveled button up and his face. An all too familiar grin spread across those plump hot lips of his, a smuggest of a smirk.
“So. My baby girl got a thing for glasses huh… Why didn’t you said so in the first place.” He leaned back into his chair, legs spread wide as if daring you to perch atop them. With a swift motion of his finger, you hopped out of your seat and straight to his side as if you just won the lottery.
WHAT THEY LOOK FOR IN A LOVER: Sanji, Ace, Law, Luffy, Zoro
A/N: Warning. Looooooong post ahead. I hope this makes up for my silence. I’ve got Naruto headcanons coming up within the next couple days. Reading week is drawing near! (Thank God).
-Passion. Sanji has the most
fantastical dream of all of the straw hat pirates, given that the All
Blue is entirely a myth when compared even to the Hieroglyph that
Robin is seeking out. Despite the question surrounding his dream, he
actively and furiously defends his vision in any form that it takes.
He has the same attitude towards cooking. If you disrespect his craft
he doesn’t only become defensive, but will physically, mentally, and
emotionally combat this disrespect. He is a passionate individual,
and sometimes he can barely contain his passion and love for the
things he holds dear. He needs a lover who holds the same fiery
passion in at least one aspect of their life.
-Empathy. Given his past, Sanji
has grown up knowing the importance of empathy, and sharing all of
your goods with the people around you in need. In order to properly
understand arguably the most important lesson he learned as a child,
a potential lover would need the ability to see the world and its
pains and have the strength of character to be able to share these
pains. They would need the strength of character to aspire to create
a positive change for the people around them, and not just a greater
change for themselves.
Let us all rejoice now that singer songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and producer Pat Grossi, better known as Active Child, has returned! It’s been a very, very long time since we last heard from the California based artist. Active Child re-emerges with a poignant ballad named Cruel World, inspired by recent tragic events in Manchester. It’s a beautifully mournful orchestral number, of which Grossi says:
honestly struggling today. this latest one broke me 😞and i’m having trouble finding the words… but, let me wrap my arms around you . this new one is up now and i’m working on a full length for the fall but i want to give you more. i want to release more music and feel freer, so that is what i plan to do . self released under my own label ‘sun rooms recordings’ . i wrote this with the pain of the current state of affairs on my mind but with sincere hope in my heart . let’s all create more / perform more / love equally / worry less . and always, keep our heads up 👊🏻
Expressive strings and Active Child’s wispy falsettos caress our aching hearts in the sorrowful wake of this past week’s events. We’re in dire need of such comfort and assurance, and we’re grateful Active Child has provided some much needed respite.
How does your character feel about personal space? Do they tend to make others uncomfortable with how close they get, or are they the ones constantly being uncomfortable with anyone getting too close to them? Or do they not care either way?
What is your character’s dream career? Are they actively trying to pursue it, or is just a wish/fantasy they have that they know can never come true?
Would your character have fun in an art museum? Or would they be bugging their friends to leave the whole time?
If your character is in pain, do they let everyone around them know just how bad it is, or do they tend to try and cover it up and say they’re fine? Does this ever result in negative consequences, whether it’s people ignoring their complains when they actually do have a bad injury, or their injury going untreated when they really do need help?
Does your character tend to make decisions based on instincts or “gut feelings,” or do they rely more on logic and careful consideration? Do they ever try to find a balance between the two?
Is your character easily creeped out by ghost stories, horror movies, scary images, etc.? If so, what kinds of stories scare them the most? Why?
Has your character ever had to overcome a big fear in order to complete an important task? If so, what was the fear, and what did they have to do to overcome it? If not, have they ever failed at a task because of a fear?
Describe how your character deals with failed or failing relationships, whether familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise. Do they easily let go of people, or are they more likely to hold onto a relationship for as long as they can? Does this affect how they form relationships?
Is your character gullible, or do they tend to be more skeptical? If they’re gullible, do people ever take advantage of them for it? And if they’re skeptical, is it hard for others to convince them of things that are actually true?
If your character emptied the contents of their pockets/purse/backpack/etc., what would be inside? Do they often have a lot of stuff on them from day to day, or are they light packers?
Just for fun: If your character was the protagonist of a fantasy RPG, what would their class be?
I was inspired by my companion Horror to teach witches how to
make their own “jar of souls”
A bit about Horror: His kind keep and care for lost souls by
keeping them in jars. It is their purpose and life’s goal to take care of as
many souls as possible and see them all flourish in their care. Each of them
has one jar and will have it for all of their days as their most prized
Now let’s talk about how a witch can do something similar
with a jar. In my mind, we should care for things just the same, but instead of
souls, let’s use something that is entirely ours: Wishes, hopes, dreams,
memories we want to hold close and watch flourish. These can be as big or as
small as you like, but keep them within the realm of possibility for you. (What
I mean by that: Say you wish to become a famous author but never write, never
intend to write, and hate writing with a passion. Maybe that’s not the best
wish. But, if you wish to become a famous author and you write whenever you
can, will write in the future, and love writing, that’s a great wish!)
We will be taking our hopes, wishes, and dreams and
assigning them to beads we will keep in a jar of our own. The jar I will be
showing you how to make will look similar to the jars Horror’s people have when
finished, but the way your jar looks is ultimately 100% your choice, so get
creative and feel free to personalize this as much or as little as you feel is
What you need-
- A jar
(as big or small as you want)
Blue/clear beads (Marbles, buttons, or other objects can also work)
time to spend alone with your thoughts
Other instructions: I recommend doing this on a table or the
floor just in case you drop a bead on accident. Make yourself comfortable,
maybe light a candle or put on music to heighten mental energy and decrease
your beads into the bowl to keep them contained. Take the lid off your jar/open
it. Set both the bowl and jar in front of you.
Begin clearing your mind. Empty your mind of thoughts that are not wanted.
Think only on what you want to accomplish or hold dear. At this point, be
general with these thoughts and let their mood fill you.
you are ready, pick up a bead and find a specific wish, hope, or memory you
want to keep and watch flourish in the future with your care. Maybe say it aloud.
Hold the bead for a moment, focusing on that thought, and when you are ready
drop the bead gently into the jar. *(Side
note for this: You can also make a list of these thoughts before you begin so
you don’t forget something important. Take the pressure of remembering each
little thing off your mind.)
Repeat until you have filled your jar or feel you are done.
Place the lid on the jar saying or thinking, "I will keep these close. I
will value them, and seek to see them become reality.” (You can add in
anything else that you would like to say at this time) Seal your jar tightly.
And you’re done! You now have your own witchy “jar of
souls” of sorts. Now you can put your jar in a place that you will see it
often and be reminded of your hopes and dreams. Look at it daily and think on
it. Feel free to open your jar to add more beads or completely redo these steps
if your thoughts change or you have more to add.
Remember, things like this will only help you accomplish
your hopes and dreams if you actively go after them. This is why I made a big
deal about keeping wishes realistic. Go after what you want and get it. That’s
just good life advice in general.
Hope you guys like this and found it as nice as I did! Let
me know what you think, ideas you have about it, and how you did it yourself,
I’d love to hear all about it.