earth wind and wait for it

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

Flora for the Zodiac

The signs as various myths and legends surrounding the origin/creation of certain flowers (not the flowers directly associated with each zodiac sign).


ARIES // Amaryllis (Greek) – A love struck maiden longed for the handsome Alteo, but he was cold to her. In a desperate gesture, she pierced her heart with a golden arrow and walked to visit him every day. On the thirteenth day, beautiful scarlet flowers bloomed along the path from every drop of her blood. Alteo fell in love with her, and her heart was healed.

TAURUS // Rose (Greek) – Chloris, the goddess of flowers, found one of her beautiful nymphs dead in the woods. She cried, and turned body into a flower. She asked her husband Zephyr, the wind, to blow the clouds away so Apollo could shower her in sunlight. Dionysus added nectar for fragrance, and Aphrodite added pure beauty, then named it for her son, Eros, and hailed her the “Queen of Flowers”.

GEMINI // Foxglove (Celtic) – Foxgloves from “Folks Glove”, as in fairy folk. Fairies would hide in the bell blossoms and wear them as petticoats, caps and gloves. If you pluck the foxglove, it angered them and they may play tricks in revenge! Fairies would give the flowers to foxes so they wouldn’t get caught raiding chicken coupes. With the magic gloves on, they could steal eggs without making a sound.

CANCER // Pārijāta (Hindu) – Pārijāta was a princess who fell in love with the sun god, Surya. However, he left her for another. When he deserted her, the princess became hopeless and committed suicide. From her ashes grew a tree. Unable to stand the sight of the lover who broke her heart, the flowers only bloom at night under the eyes of the moon, and she sheds them like tear-drops before the sun rises.

LEO // Sunflower (Greek) – The nymph Clythia was in love with the God of the Sun, Apollo, but he shunned her and courted a princess. Jealous Clythia told the king who, furious at the princess, buried her alive. Saddened, Apollo went back to heavens without a word. She lay on the ground distraught for nine days, watching him, hoping for a single glance. Clythia wasted away and became a flower, whose petals still follow his chariot across the sky each day, waiting for forgiveness.

VIRGO // Aster (Greek) – When the god Jupiter decided to flood the earth to destroy the men constantly at war, the goddess Astraea was so upset she asked to be turned into a star. Her wish was granted, but when the flood waters receded she wept for the loss of lives. As her tears turned to stardust and fell to earth, the beautiful aster flower sprung wherever they landed.

LIBRA // Anemone (Greek) – Chloris, the goddess of flowers, was married to Zephyr, the god of the west wind. Zephyr fell in love with a beautiful nymph that served Chloris named Anemone. Jealous and angry, the goddess banished her to keep them apart, and Anemone died of a broken heart. Zephyr resurrected her as a flower. She withers every winter but returns every spring to greet Zephyr with open petals.

SCORPIO // Peony (Chinese) – Queen Wu was disheartened to see only winter jasmine in her garden. She wrote a poem to the goddess of flowers asking her to make everything bloom that night instead of waiting for spring. The next morning, all flowers flourished except the peony, which refused to bloom out of season. She was offended and banished it. Once gone, it bloomed beautifully. Furious, she ordered it to be burned – however the next year, the burnt peony grew back. With black petals.

SAGITTARIUS // Pa'u-o-Hi'iaka (Hawaiian) – When Hi'iaka, the goddess of island nature, was a baby her older sister, the Volcano goddess Pele, left her on the beach while she went fishing. Due to a storm, Pele was gone for a very long time. When she returned, she found flowering vines had grown over the baby to shield her from the sun. Hi'iaka now wears them as a skirt to protect her on adventures and in the forests.

CAPRICORN // Aconite (Greek) – As one of his twelve labors, the hero Hercules was sent to fetch the three-headed dog Cerberus from the underworld. With the help of Persephone, he was successful. The spittle of the beast dripped upon the rocky earth, and from it sprang the first aconite plant. The purple wolfsbane flowers are elegant, but it’s leaves and roots are deathly poisonous.

AQUARIUS // Iris (Greek) – The goddess Iris would bring messages to the gods across the sky, appearing to mortals as a rainbow. She acted as the link between the heavens and earth, where she left irises of many colors, the three upright petals symbolizing hope, valor, and wisdom. If purple Irises were planted over the graves of women, it would summon the Goddess, who would guide the dead in their journey.

PISCES // Water Lily (Brazilian) – When the moon goddess, Jaci, hid behind the mountains, she’d take beautiful girls with her and turn them into stars. Naiá, a girl who loved the goddess, dreamt of becoming a star, so she roamed the mountains every night. While resting by the lake, she saw the moon’s reflection, dove into the water and drowned. To reward Naiá for her sacrifice, Jaci turned her into a star different from all the others – the star of the waters.

I need all of you to appreciate the fact that Psych has the absolute best episode titles of any show ever. For instance:

  • Woman Seeking Dead Husband: Smokers Okay, No Pets
  • He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me, Oops He’s Dead!
  • Cloudy… With a Chance of Murder
  • Poker? I Barely Know Her
  • Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder
  • If You’re So Smart, Then Why Are You Dead?
  • The Old and the Restless
  • Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead
  • Murder? … Anyone? … Anyone? … Bueller?
  • The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable
  • Disco Didn’t Die. It Was Murdered
  • Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing
  • Earth, Wind and… Wait for It
  • Tuesday the 17th
  • The Devil’s in the Details… and the Upstairs Bedroom
  • You Can’t Handle This Episode
  • Feet Don’t Kill Me Now
  • Chivalry Is Not Dead… But Someone Is
  • One, Maybe Two, Ways Out
  • This Episode Sucks
  • Indiana Shawn and the Temple of the Kinda Crappy, Rusty Old Dagger
  • Lock, Stock, Some Smoking Barrels and Burton Guster’s Goblet of Fire

and my personal favorite: Gus’ Dad May Have Killed an Old Guy

“Ted... I’ve got a serious question.”

Ted the Animator: “Huh? Wait, what’s wrong?”

Carl the Animator: “Nothing huge, just… do you have a second?”

Ted the Animator: “…I’ve never seen you like this before. Did someone die?!”

Carl the Animator: “No, no, chill, I’ve just got something bugging me right now. Can we talk?”

Ted the Animator: “Yes! Yes. The pen’s down, just say it… goodness, you’re freaking me out, here.”

Carl the Animator: “Ok, well, here goes…. I think I can do it. Deep breaths, staying calm… just need to–”

Ted the Animator: “JUST *SAY* IT!”

Carl the Animator: “…speaking of staying calm.”

Ted the Animator: “Sorry, sorry… suspense about seemingly-bad things always freaks me out.”

Carl the Animator: “Well, uh… to put it simply… when I was a kid, I’d watch Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and–”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, what?

Carl the Animator: “In Rudolph, they have this song, and–”

Ted the Animator: “What on earth does this have to do with anything?”

Carl the Animator: “The song the elves sing… why do they sing abou–”

Ted the Animator: …wait, all that wind-up was for a question about freakin’ Rudolph? I thought you were seriously traumatized over something!”

Carl the Animator: "This is a very serious and traumatizing matter.”

Ted the Animator: ”…huh?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you seen Rudolph before, Ted?“

Ted the Animator: "Like, meaning the ‘60s Christmas special? Uh… yes?”

Carl the Animator: “Do you remember the elves’ song?”

Ted the Animator: “l think? Sorta?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you ever really thought about it?”

Ted the Animator: “…no. No, Carl, I haven’t.”

Carl the Animator: "I envy you. There are darker implications hiding just under the surface.”

Ted the Animator: ”…”

Carl the Animator: “Part-way in, the elves perform their big song for Santa. Not just any song, mind you – one praising and extolling the virtues of Santa, and how their lives revolve around him.”

Ted the Animator: “…uh-huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Doesn’t it seem just a little weird to sing a song like that directly to the subject? Either they have an unhealthy adoration of their employer, which is creepy, or Santa requires them to sing it, which is even creepier.”

Ted the Animator: ”…hm.”

Carl the Animator: “And it doesn’t end there. Oh no, that’s just the beginning.”

Ted the Animator: “Uh-oh.”

Carl the Animator: "During their song, we see all these reactions where Santa’s irritated…” 

Carl the Animator: ”…even unwilling to mask his disappointment and boredom.”

Ted the Animator: “Not exactly his jolly old self, huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Not at all, Ted… not at all.”

Carl the Animator: "And to top it all off, at the end, he just says ‘Well, it needs work. I have to go’…”

Carl the Animator: "And just leaves, slamming the door on his way out.

Ted the Animator: ”…oh.”

Carl the Animator: “No thank-you given. No ‘Gee, elves, I really appreciate this tribute you’ve practiced all year for me.’ Santa gives them nothing but a reminder that they don’t hold up to his standards, and further neglection.”

Ted the Animator: "That… wow.”

Carl the Animator: "In that moment, as a kid, I realized the true villain of the story wasn’t the Bumble… it was Santa all along.

Ted the Animator: ”…I had no idea Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was an allegory for emotionally-abusive relationships.”

Carl the Animator: “We can only guess as to what Yukon Cornelius and his sled dogs might represent.”

A woman I used to take care of would stay in her pajamas and watch Rachel Ray in the morning. English breakfast tea with just enough milk to make it light. She’d make jokes about staying dangerous when buying a spontaneous extra can of cream of mushroom soup. Some of us never lose our jokes.
 
My best friend closes her eyes when the summer wind runs its fingers through her hair. She inhales deep, like she’s about to dive down into the sun. It is something special to watch someone fall in love with the world.
 
My husband keeps an art gallery of growing greens. There are wildflowers on the windowsill and succulents by the back door. He tells me the snap peas are almost ready to harvest; that he can’t wait to show our kids how the earth works, how good things require care.
 
In small glimpses, I am stealing snapshots of people in their purest moments. I am pasting moments over. I am scrap-booking the good in humanity, the little visions of light, and saving it when everything else goes dark.
—  Schuyler Peck, The People I Know

I wish I could write about fields of lilacs
Not the bodies
And I wish I could write about majestic sea-whales
Not their bodies
Filled with parcels of our food tablets

Let me make an overbold
Sure to be foolish in 20 years statement at 24

A poet’s job should be to write what must not be written
What burns your eyes when cast into the light
Because you’ve been waiting to hear this your whole life,

“Friend, I was walking down the street and heard the wind say this and thought I should let you know.

‘The earth is dying
And I am dying
And everyone needs you
To write about lavender instead.’"

—  “Lavender instead” by Ben Aaron
No Longer

Summary: Bucky reflects on your relationship. 

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 335

A/N: Something a bit different, but I really like this one. It gives me poetry vibes.

Originally posted by bovaria

He no longer thinks she is beautiful.

He no longer thinks she is his other half.

He no longer thinks she is The One.  

No longer.  

Bucky knows from science class that the sun is the centre of our solar system, a gaseous orb floating and spinning in space. To him, the centre of his solar system wears his t-shirts to sleep, sips tea on rainy days, and serenades him when he can’t sleep.  Any room that is gifted with her presence shines, the drops of light painting a mosaic on the walls just so, a masterpiece of reds, oranges and yellows marvelous enough to rival Van Gogh’s.

She’s not beautiful, she is radiant.  

At night, when the sun is extinguished outside, he finds it in her kisses.  The heat burns like an inferno when he hears the sounds she makes, when they are both breathless and she whispers his name. And in the morning, when he wakes from the darkness and sees her sleeping face, the light comes all at once; not a switch of a dimmer, the illumination of a spotlight in the show only for him.  A brighter and happier yellow than the yolks in her famous fried eggs.

She’s not his other half, she is his everything.  

Hers is the only face he wants at the end of a long day.  Struggles feel like the gusts of a hurricane, but when she is there the wind passes and the gentle warmth of her rays come. He wants to spend the nights wrapped in bed with her, until it’s impossible to tell where he finishes and she begins, scents mixing to create a perfume better than the most expensive Chanel.

She’s not The One, she is The Only One.  

Bucky has the ring box  as he approaches her, heart in his hands, about to beg the sun to warm his earth forever. He is no longer going to wait to spend the rest of his life with her.  

No longer.

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Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.

BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!

I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!

Based off of: The 100 01x01

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.

Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.

Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.

Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.

“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet. 

“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:” 

Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake.”

You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.

You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”

Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.

There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.

You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off. 

Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”

She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”

“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head, 

“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?” 

The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”

“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two. 

“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.


“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” 

“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group. 

Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.

“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded. 

“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.

“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed. 

“You think that’s funny?”

“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.

“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back. 

“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”

“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”


“Four of us. Can we go now?”

“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked. 

“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.

“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”

You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”

She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”

“Should I care?” You replied.

“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.

“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.


Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’

You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.

You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.

You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.

“We’re not alone.”


There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!

Part 2?

Emma and Jules Playlist 2

1. Clarity // Zedd 

“If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?”

2. Bloodstream // Transviolet 

“My pretty blue lips begging take me, I need you in my bloodstream, hold me, break me; my breath is for holding, overdose me, I need you in my bloodstream, hold me, break me, break me”

3. Secret Love Song // Little Mix 

“Why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftop. I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that, cause I’m yours”

4. Pretending // Glee Cast

“Will we ever have a happy ending or will we forever only be pretending” 

5. Anything Could Happen // Ellie Goulding

“Since we found out that anything could happen, anything could happen…”

6. Heaven in Hiding // Halsey 

“And when you start to feel the rush, a crimson headache, aching blush, and you surrender to the touch, you’ll know”

7. Nobody Like You // Little Mix 

“There’s nobody like you; I’ve tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true; there’s nobody like you; I’m screaming ‘I don’t want you’ but you know that I do”

8. Steamroller // Phoebe Bridgers

“But then I see you, always smiling, makes me wanna touch you, keep from dying; you’re a brother to me, you’re my partner in crime, you’re the feeling I get when I’m feeling fine”

9. Under the Table // Banks

“You’re mine and you know it, I’d still do it even if we were cursed; please tell me that this could be easy, I’m tired of waiting for permission to love”

10. Ribs // Lorde

“You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing ‘til our ribs get tough, though that will never be enough”

11. Middle // DJ Snake

“Staring at two different views on your window ledge; I hope that I can turn back the time to make it all alright for us”

12. Make You Feel My Love // Adele

“The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret, the winds of change are blowing wild and free; go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love”

13. Cool Girl // Tove Lo

“Rules you don’t like, but you’re still gonna keep ‘em; show we can chill, try and keep it platonic, now you can’t tell if I’m really ironic”

14. A World Alone // Lorde

“We’ve got both got a million back habits to kick, not sleeping is one; we’re biting our nails, you’re biting my lip; you’re my best friend and we’re dancing in this world alone”

15. PILLOWTALK // ZAYN

“I love to hold you close, tonight and always, I love to wake up next you; reckless behavior, a place that is so pure, so dirty and raw”

16. Almost is Never Enough // Ariana Grande ft. Nathan Sykes

“Almost is never enough, so close to being in love; if I would have known that you wanted me the way I wanted you then maybe we wouldn’t be two worlds apart, but right here in each other’s arms”

17. Wildfire // Demi Lovato

“Baby, you’re all I need; come now, set me free like a wildfire; breathless, I can’t resist, melt with your scarlet kiss like a wildfire”

18. Malibu // Hole

“Hey, you know what to do; oh baby drive away to Malibu; oceans of angels, oceans of stars, down by the sea is where you drown your scars; I can’t be near you”

19. Perfect // Ed Sheeran

“We were just kids when we fell in love; I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know; I found a love to carry more than just my secrets, to carry love, to carry children of our own; we are still kids but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds”

20. Thinking Bout You // Ariana Grande

“I’m just thinkin’ bout you; got these thoughts in my head, ain’t no way to forget, got me losing my breath, got me losing my breath, nobody got me the way that you did; had my eyes rolling back, had me arching my back, now you love me so good”

I had a bunch of requests for a second one, so here u guys go

Brown eyes // Brown eyes are the color of rich, melted chocolate. They’re damp earth after a storm, prepared to bring life to the hidden seeds. A mystery waiting to be solved; secrets to be uncovered if one searches more. They glow warmly in sunlight, welcoming and friendly. Sometimes they’re bare trees in the dark night with the bite of a chilly wind whistling through the branches. They’re clay baking in the kiln after being shaped into something beautiful or useful. A mug of hot chocolate that provides warmth on a cold, wintry day. The cup of coffee that energizes after a long day. They’re inviting and remind of home, they’re the calm in the middle of a storm. Sometimes, they can be the storm. Dark and flashing and wild, wind and waves swirling in the depths. They’re strong like the boulder that has been standing for hundreds of years. It fights against the wind and rain and though it may loose some battles, it’s the one that’s standing.

Brown eyes are different. They each have their own story to tell.

They’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone say otherwise.

Wait, a comet has tails?! Yes!! Normally, a comet will have two tails: an ion tail of charged particles emitted by the comet that are pushed out by the solar wind coming from the Sun, and a dust tail of small debris that orbits behind the comet but is also pushed out, to some degree, by the solar wind. 

Frequently a comet may sometimes appear to have only one tail because the other tail is not easily visible from the Earth. 

In the featured unusual image,Comet 2P/Encke appears to have three tails because the ion tail split into 2 close to the time when the image was taken. The complex solar wind is occasionally turbulent and sometimes creates unusual structure in an ion tail. 

Questions? Ask ask ask!! 

Image Credit & Copyright: Fritz Helmut Hemmerich

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Casino & Gambler Costume Gacha
Duration: 9/30 (Sat) 22:00 ~ 10/16 (Mon) 15:59

Chance to get 5☆ “Awakening” enabled Milla [Casino], Zaveid [Gambler] and Judith [Gambler] from the special gacha, as well as 4☆ Chelsea [Casino].

The already-running awakening partners Jude, Edna and Rita can be used to awaken Milla, Zaveid and Judith respectively.

(More on Awakening here)

Character artes and skills details under the cut.

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sometimes they still have bad days.

there’s a part of moving on that is always a little bit freshly wounded, buried underneath the passage of time and the necessity of getting on with things. there’s always a part that’s still so much the gaping bullet holes and wicked lacerations of fear and loss, hidden underneath the shirts and jumpers, the shopping and the bills and the washing up. the further away it gets, in time or in space or just in their minds the more they can ignore it: habituated grief. most days, they can forget it’s even there.

some days they can’t.

it is: not knowing not reaching not questioning colleague waiting up waiting to get home untouched untouchable. it is: nights on the run with their hearts in their throats the smell of chlorine the sound of wind through a mobile phone the way john’s voice sounded in sherlock’s ears sherlock! the way john crumpled the way sherlock’s eyes looked without seeing. it is: dust on the mantelpiece vinegar on the rug the smell of woodsmoke and earth. 

it is: being unwanted forgotten left behind.

it is: being betrayed.

it is: blood in the carpets on his hands in his chest cavity waiting for him to wake up stay well back! a list an admission an attempt fluttering dropping to the floor. it is: confusion forgiveness regret uncertainty dread panic anger horror hope. taking the last shot. taking the last shot. taking the last shot. 

some days they have bad days. 

nightmares brush up alongside melancholy and stick, hold on, build and feed and consume. distances between one and the other stretch into a universe’s worth of uncharted space that no compass can navigate. the past rushes forward like a tidal wave, crushing the present into silence. sherlock spends too long staring into nothing, seeing all the things he’s done that he wishes he hadn’t. john moves around the flat on automatic, locked up in some other place inside. sometimes they argue; sometimes they cry. the what ifs and why didn’ts hang thick in the air like smoke, like fog, like ghosts gone halfway to corporeal. 

but then: a hand. 

a hand on a shoulder. a hand in a hand. through the shadow and the flame and the darkness: a hand outstretched, beckoning, holding. i’m here with you. a promise and a conviction and a determination. i’m here with you. i will always be here with you. silent comfort and quiet patience, sometimes listening, sometimes holding, sometimes just waiting for him to find his way back out of the dark.  whatever you need, i am here. the brush of fingertips, of a kiss. i can still see you, and i am here. understanding, and sometimes understanding that he can’t always understand, and not pretending to. i love you, and i will always be here. 

sometimes they still have bad days, but they no longer have them alone. 

hey, so, a while back i posted about writing an au where Mary is alive (which you can find here if you’re interested)

and while I haven’t really had the time to flesh out this idea completely, i still wrote something bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so. here is that.

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As the figure in front of him took shape, Neil felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mom?” The word was barely a whisper, the sound escaping his lips before he realized he was speaking. The room was dim and her hair was different from when he had last seen her, but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere, colored contacts be dammed. A chill traveled up his spine– he was looking at a ghost. “I thought you were dead,” he gasped out, stumbling forward, allowing himself a moment to be relieved, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and breathed her in, surprised at how warm her skin felt against his. She smelled like sweat and shampoo, probably stolen from a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was familiar in a way that made him ache. He thought briefly about her injuries from months ago, about if it hurt her when he squeezed her tight, and considered pulling away. Her arms came up and gripped him just as strongly, anchoring him in place.

“Abram,” she breathed, and felt like his chest would burst at the sound of her voice. “Oh Nathaniel,” her hands card through his hair once, twice, before her grip became painful. She pulled away from him, holding him by his hair so she could look into his eyes. “Baby, what have you done?”

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I am in love with this world … I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
—  John Burroughs