even the lighting is blue and green

Is there a pot of gold at the end of a green aurora? Not sure, but these dancing green lights provide a spectacular view fitting for the St. Patrick’s Day holiday. 

This stunning aurora was captured by NASA astronaut Jeff Williams during his 2016 mission on the International Space Station. 

Even though auroras are best seen at night, they are actually caused by the sun. The sun sends us more than just heat a light…it sends lots of other energy and small particles toward Earth. The protective magnetic field around Earth shields us from most of the energy and particles. Sometimes, the particles interact with gases in our atmosphere resulting in beautiful displays of light in the sky. Oxygen gives off green and red light, while nitrogen glows blue and purple.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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Sleepy Morning Witchcraft 🕊✨

What’s more lovely than the sight of a new day? If you ever wake up feeling mentally yucky, try these little things to help ease your mind. The plus? You don’t even have to leave your bed!

☁️ When your eyes have fluttered open, begin your day by just paying extra attention to your breathing. Don’t check your phone first thing - Instead, take as many deep breaths as you like while you lay in your comfy bed. Stretch. Your legs, your arms… Your whole body. You know those extra-big yawns than come with a full-body stretch, the ones that just feel heavenly? Do one of those!

☁️ Take notice of how soft the sheets feel on your toes, how warm and encompassing your comforter is. Try to carry this warm and fuzzy feeling with you throughout the day. Becoming more aware of simple little things will help you take notice of them more often.

☁️ Consider making a small, personal scent-bag to place underneath your pillow. This can be filled with any herb that smells wonderful to you - mine contains lavender and a rose quartz stone to promote sweet dreams. Yours can have anything you like! (Rosemary, Chamomile, Mint - even go as far as to spritz it once or twice with a favorite perfume for extra scented loveliness). When you wake in the morning, gently rub your scent bag between your fingers. Try repeating a positive mantra to yourself in your head(or out loud) during this slow, rhythmic, back-and-forth motion.

☁️ Keep a favorite candle near your bed to light first thing in the morning! It could simply be a favorite scent, or be a color that represents what you would like more of in life - green for financial matters, blue for a more relaxed lifestyle, red for passion and romance. Say a small thanks or silently set your intention for the day while lighting it.

I hope you give these little things a try! Once it’s time to roll out of bed, treat yourself to a morning cup of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, and drink it near the window. Breathe in the soft, chilled air, and remind yourself that the day is just as fresh as this air is. ♡

Snake’s Snakes: A Guide

As someone who loves snakes, I really love Snake. Of course that also means I really love his snakes, and as someone who’s always been kind of a biology nerd, I thought to try my hand at classifying them. This was honestly really fun to do, and I hope some of you enjoy it!

…. says Keats.

Emily

Starting with my personal favorite, Emily is without a doubt a kingsnake, and if we want to go further she’s most likely a red milk snake. The distinctive pattern, bands of yellow and black on red, are actually a trademark of many kingsnake species. This clever disguise is used to mimic the venomous coral snake, keeping predators away.

Some fun kingsnake lore, these constrictors got their name because they hunt and consume other snakes when given the opportunity. They even hunt rattlesnakes, and have a high immunity to their venom.

Oscar

Next we have Oscar, who is most definitely a red-tailed green ratsnake. Don’t be fooled by the name, their tails are typically not red, but a light brown. Oscar was also very easy to identify, the tail and the cute blue tongue really gave it away.

Interestingly, this species is known for having quite the attitude when kept in captivity, which I find translates well into Oscar’s cheeky personality. These snakes are also exceptional hunters, waiting in treetops to strike birds in mid-flight.

Donne

My second favorite noodle, Donne, is a tiny little thing called a blind snake. At first I thought he might be a worm snake, but the length and lack of eyes made me reconsider (blind snakes have very small rudimentary eyes that are barely visible, especially from a distance). These little cuties are harmless, and indeed small enough to sit on the human ear, at only 8 cm long (they can grow up to 16 cm, but not usually).

Goethe

This dazzling noodle here is a corn snake, but not just a corn snake. Goethe is partially albino! If the striking fluorescent orange coloring and pretty pink eyes weren’t enough, he’s got a lovely pattern that certainly screams “creamsicle” to me.

Unlike Oscar, corn snakes make lovely pets with even temperaments, second only to ball pythons (though I guess I’m a little biased).  

Keats

Unlike Goethe, Keats is completely albino… which made pinpointing him a little difficult. It also doesn’t help that he has no patterning whatsoever. So, going by the shape of his face and his total size, I’d say Keats is most likely an albino gopher snake.

Wordsworth

This one was a little tricky, despite his pattern it was difficult to pinpoint what Wordsworth could possibly be. After mulling it over, I realized he’s a corn snake. Though the pattern might look a little different, it follows the same rule, and the head and pupil shape match.

A good rule of thumb, if the pupil is round and the head is small, it’s most likely a constrictor. Venomous snakes tend to have slit pupils and skinny necks (and big fat heads). This helps identifying to some degree.

Wilde

Wilde is a big ol’ snake most people know, a boa constrictor. As far as they go, he’s certainly tiny, but his face and body shape are near identical (the pear shaped head is pretty indicative of large constrictors).

Despite being fairly small for a boa, Wilde is still a hefty snake, and would probably weigh upwards of 20-27 kg. That’s a lot to hold on your shoulders! 

Webster

Unlike the rest of Snake’s snakes, Webster stands out in that he’s the only venomous one here. His pattern, bright yellow eyes, and slit pupils all indicate that he’s a copperhead. Another difference between venomous and non-venomous snakes, the fangs are only prominent in venomous snakes (non-venomous snakes don’t need to pump venom, so their teeth are smaller and hook-shaped). Despite being a pit viper, copperhead’s venom has a low potency, and the snake themselves are considered none aggressive.

Bronte

Despite searching through almost every arc and skimming through the ovas, the only panels I’ve found of Bronte were of absolutely no help… I can’t even fathom what he might be. He is… a mystery.

🌈✨ Glitter in Witchcraft ✨🌈

Glitter is something I’ve seen used in spells quite a bit here on tumblr, so I’d like to offer my beliefs about glitter and it’s purpose in spells and rituals!

Glitter is… well, glittery. It reflects light and makes sparkles. So what happens when you use it in a spell?

It reflects and magnifies auras! It gives potency to energies using color!

The little specks of glitter are like stained glass windows with a mirror inside. Light streams down, hits the glitter, and is refracted back as a very, very tiny burst of colored light and energy. Glitter is good for magnifying auras of spells that are very space-oriented, such as protective jar spells or a candle love spell. You can even put it inside of a clear locket and charm it; the charm will be given a little boost every time the light hits the glitter!

A glitter’s energies will resonate very strongly with it’s physical color, so it’s important to use a color that correctly resonates with your intentions.

Color Correspondences:
🐚✨White: Catch-all, Protection, Peace, Purification, Chastity, Happiness, Halting Gossip, Spirituality
🍀✨Green: Healing, Money, Prosperity, Luck, Fertility, Beauty, Employment, Youth
🐿✨Brown: Healing Animals, The Home
💕✨Pink: Emotional Love, Fidelity, Friendships
🌹✨Red: Lust, Strength, Courage, Power, Sexual Potency
🌙✨Yellow: Divination, Psychic Powers, Mental Powers, Wisdom, Visions
🌌✨Purple: Power, Exorcism, Healing
💧✨Blue: Healing, Sleep, Peace
🔥✨Orange: Legal Matters, Success
*Source: Scott Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs, pg 284

Happy Sparkling, witches!!

Lightsaber Battle - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1358
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: swearing, maybe
Requested by anon
Pietro and the reader having a lightsaber battle in the middle of the toy section
Summary: What happens when you and Pietro are in the toy section and Pietro is pracitcally a toddler in a store? Chaos ensues.
Authors Note: this was so much fun omf

Pietro Maximoff / Full Masterlist

Ao3


“Target could be my second home,” You marveled as you walked into the doors of the large store.

Pietro laughed. “Well, you do come here a lot.”

“Because I love it!” You squealed and walked to where the one-dollar section was.

With a roll of the eyes, he put his hand on your shoulder. “That, and Tony kicks us out of the base a lot.”

Shrugging, you picked up random things in the one-dollar bins. Tony does kick you two out of the base a lot, mainly because when you don’t have anything to do, you annoy someone until you are entertained and come up with something to do. He’s usually the easiest to annoy, not to mention that he gets annoyed really easily, and his reactions are typically the funniest.

You walked up to the nearest employee, doing like you and Pietro always do. “Excuse me, miss, where are the toasters?” You linked onto Pietro’s arm. “My husband is really worried about the fact that we do not have a toaster and I’m afraid he’s going to break down if he doesn’t see a toaster soon,” You told the girl who seemed to be a bit older.

She quickly directed you to where the toasters would be, and once she was out of sight, the two of you broke into a fit of laughter. “That was a good one. I’m really passionate about toasters,” He laughed. It was almost a tradition after the many times you two have been to Target recently, asking the staff random and strange questions. Sometimes he was your son, sometimes you were a random stranger, and today he was your husband. Of course, you two were only friends, which made it only funnier.

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LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

7

Camila, you clever little…

The Kids from Glitchtale are based off of the wizards!

Bravery!Kidz looks a bit more like Justice!Wiz but Red, Light Blue and Green Wizs are just like their Kidz. To bad Perseverance!Wiz has his helmet on. Still, I smell a theory! 

If Frisk is sort of like Chara reborn (Who is possibly the Determination!Wiz reborn) then what if our little youngsters are the other wizards reborn? 

Going even further… Would that also mean that the other fallen humans are reincarnations of the wizards? OK, maybe that’s a stretch but this is very… curious.

Character Design Challenge!

Want an exercise to create character designs? We’ve decided to make a challenge just for that! Each day will include a color, an object or animal, and a genre. Use just one of these each day to inspire a character (or more than one!), or try combining all of them! You can even make an ask meme out of this. The point of this challenge is to have fun and push your creative limit! Feel free to tag us #fightartblock so other people can see what you’ve made!

1: Red/Clock/Science Fiction

2: Blue/Sword/Fantasy

3: Aqua/Spider/Fantasy

4: Orange/Headphones/Steampunk

5: Green/Pencil/Tragedy

6: Purple/Light Bulb/Horror

7: Yellow/Duct Tape/Realistic Fiction

8: Lavender/Computer/Mystery

9: Grey/Backpack/Romance

10: Pink/Headstone/Fantasy

11: Green/Egret/Science Fiction

12: White/Rat/Cyberpunk

13: Black/Trumpet/Mystery

14: Cerulean/Ball Gown/Fantasy

15: Yellow/Baseball Cap/Horror

16: Brown/Glove/Tragedy

17: Black/Friendship Bracelet/Historical Fiction

18: Indigo/Sandals/Mystery

19: Red/Bear/Science Fiction

20: Coral/Lava Lamp/Cyberpunk

21: Lime/Goldfish/Fantasy

22: Peach/Lion/Steampunk

23: Brown/Bow/Science Fiction

24: Grey/Goat/Horror

25: Black/Car/Cyberpunk

26: Gold/Owl/Fantasy

27: Fuchsia/Pomeranian/Cyberpunk

28: Silver/Puppet/Realistic Fiction

29: Jade/Ballet Shoes/Mystery

30: Magenta/Canary/Horror

31: Midnight Blue/Cat/Romance

32: Mustard/Paintbrush/Fantasy

33: Plum/Badger/Historical Fiction

34: Maroon/Screwdriver/Realistic Fiction

35: Ruby/Shark/Steampunk

LORD OF SHADOWS snippet: (illustrated by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN)

When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.

He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.

If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.

Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.

“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

Pretty. Odd.

Pretty odd reminds me of flowers and bright blue sky’s, it reminds me of meeting someone new, and having that one friend that’s just as weird as you are, it reminds me of going to the fair on a sunny day, and watching the sunset over the ocean as the sky turns from blue to golden to black, it reminds me of long road trips with your closest friends and having your car break down In some unknown town but you still get out and turn it into an adventure, it reminds me of re-reading your favourite books, and making daisy chains in middle school, it reminds me of inspiration and letting your imagination flow, sunflowers and sweet kisses, it reminds me of adventure and being happy with who you are, it reminds me of turntables and old records, and picking fresh flowers for your room, it reminds me of cute Polaroids and hanging them up just for the sake of memories, it reminds me of the sun and the moon and the day and the night, calm soothing weather when it’s not to hot or cold but Just about right, though it also reminds me of the pouring rain, sitting inside staring out the window watching it come down, just thinking, and running outside because you just don’t care if you get wet, and jumping in puddles with brightly coloured gumboots, it reminds me of change in yourself, of finally finding who you are and just being able to say “this is who I am and I’m proud” and just being content with that feeling, it reminds me of spring and floral cocktail dresses, and fancy cocktails, it reminds me of being alone at sea, not In any danger but rather content with the sounds of the waves, standing on a deserted beach watching the waves lap against your ankles, it reminds me of finding someone you really love and staying with them for the rest of your life doing all the craziest things together, it reminds me of telling stories around the campfire and singing songs, it reminds me of singing at the top of your lungs even if your voice isn’t up to par, I think of pretty lanterns and white dresses, umbrellas and raincoats, it reminds me of fairy lights and garden parties, the colours green, blue and yellow, but not bright colours, like pastel shades and soft subtle brush strokes on a fresh canvas, it reminds me of dancing with people you love, I think of un-painted nails and natural shades of hair, It reminds me of daydreaming and marching bands, I think of pocket watches and vests and giving flowers to your friends, toothy smiles and twinkling eyes, blue skies and white clouds, chirping birds and not caring about what people think about you or if you’re different and stand out a little bit because you enjoy being you, playing music with other people, it also reminds me of getting really high with your friends and just laughing at everything even if it’s not funny and living in the present and not worrying about the past or What’s to come in the future, ending unhealthy relationships and having that content feeling After it because you’re FREE,also thinking that nothing matters except for being with the person you love the most, growing as a person, talking to someone you like and forgetting how to speak in those moments, I think of crying so much that you just can’t anymore, I think of Ballet twirls and dancing through the streets singing, vintage shops and old Volkswagen busses, big sunglasses and flowy scarves, it reminds me of blowing bubbles a d freshly mown lawns, big maps hung up on walls with the places you want to visit all pinpointed down, it reminds me of mall alleyways and welcoming coffee shops early in the morning, I think of laying outside at night by yourself and just staring up into the sky and thinking about life, flower shops and fresh air, pianos and scented candles and saving up for something expensive in nothing but coins, it reminds me of green eyes and freckles, i think of innocence and kisses on the forehead, candid photos and taking that extra bit of time to smell the flowers and take in your surroundings and notice the little things in life before you miss them, holding hands and skipping, it reminds me of the song blue skies and the album let it be, it reminds me of just sitting around and having fun and it makes me forget about anything real and fills my head with imagery, it reminds me of standing on a stage in front of thousands of people, playing your music, doing what YOU love and the realisation that you made it and you’ve achieved that dream that you’ve always been working on, it reminds me of just being happy.

Brown eyes are wonderful.

There are those light brown eyes which seem to catch every ounce of sunlight and let it reside there. You look at them and they don’t burn, but have this warm glow about them, like cool spring mornings when sunlight paints your bedsheets.

Then there are the medium brown eyes. They are light and dark and seem to change whenever you look at them. These eyes are fiery and ever changing, yet they retain their beauty even on the gloomiest of days.

There are the brown eyes that are mixed with blue or green. They remind me of proud trees with striking leaves scraping across a blue sky.

Some eyes are simply, utterly brown, and their solidarity reminds me of sun-kissed skin and the richest soils. These eyes are refreshing to look at; unchanging and definitive.

And then there are the dark brown eyes; like smooth stone with the sparkle of a diamond. I believe these are the most forgiving, thoughtful eyes, yet they hold the most mystery.
These dark eyes can look curious or sleepy, expressionless or full of emotion.

Brown eyes are underrated, yet they are so important.

Trailer Breakdown

I rewatched the trailer again (okay, many times) and was able to piece a few things together based on clothing. I’ll be attempting to give a general timeline of sorts, which I’ll break up by “groups” for lack of a better term, but certain events within those groups may happen in a different order than presented since I don’t have enough information to figure everything out. Yes, I actually took the time to do this because somehow this goddamn show has given me straight up anxiety. 

Group One 

First, we have what seems like Dennis introducing the gang to his son. Note that Dennis is wearing a white crossed shirt, Mac the Salty Dog tee, Charlie a grey hoodie over a brown shirt, Frank a blue top, and I’m not too sure with Dee but it looks like a dark green or maybe black shirt. The baby momma is wearing a floral top and the baby a green and grey striped shirt. 

Now, I’m not sure if this would be the opening scene or not, but Dennis would have to introduce his new “family” before many of the other events seen in the trailer(s) could occur. It’s also possible the second screenshot is Dennis delivering the news that he has a kid, and the first occurs afterward when the baby momma and son arrive. Based on outfits, these are the following things that must happen within that same day:

More under the cut (this is long as hell, FYI):

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Not for a prompt this time, but just a spontaneous ficlet because I felt this was a meeting that needed to happen.


Yondu isn’t sure what he expects to happen next after freezing to death and asphyxiating in space – well, there’s not supposed to be a next, that’s kind of the point, but standing in a field of grass on some random planet is really, really not it.

The grass is up to his knees and it’s a shade of bluish green. There are some rolling hills in the distance, a blue sky above with a hint of gold and pink. It’s nearing this planet’s sunset, either that or just past dawn, enough to give the light a long, golden quality.

None of this really narrows it down. A lot of planets have blue skies and plants in this general color range. And he doesn’t like that he has no idea how he got here. He reaches under his coat and touches his arrow to make sure it’s where it’s supposed to be, even though he can also feel it through his implant.

… but that’s not quite right, is it? The arrow was broken –

“Hello,” a quiet voice says from behind him.

He whirls, coat flaring around him, the arrow automatically heating up for action.

The woman is standing a few yards behind him in the grass. She’s got a lot of light-colored hair and she’s wearing a white and blue dress that flutters in the wind. He’s not entirely sure of her species – could be Terran, could be Xandarian, could be from any one of a few dozen planets got settled by people with that general look. Peter’s look.

“Yondu Udonta, right?” she says with a tentative smile, looking him in the eyes. And there’s something about her eyes, that’s what does it. He knows those eyes.

“Yeah,” he says, and he’s not quite ready to power down the arrow because he’s been around the galaxy too many times, in too many ways, to enjoy mysterious fields he doesn’t remember getting to, with too-friendly women standing in them. But still – her face

The woman walks forward through the grass. She doesn’t seem afraid, and she ought to be afraid of him, tiny and soft like she is, and completely unarmed by the look of it. Unarmed people who aren’t scared of people carrying weapons are the worst. There’s usually a reason.

“I wanted to be the first to say hi to you. I hope you don’t mind, um, all of this.” She holds out a hand to indicate the field around them, the blue sky with its soft hints of other colors. “I know it won’t look familiar to you, but I wasn’t sure what you’d think was familiar and comfortable, figured I’d just get it wrong if I tried, and … I also thought maybe you’d want to see it. This is Missouri, Mr. Udonta.”

And with that, he can’t really deny any more what he knows to be true, and he lets the connection to the arrow die. He can’t threaten this woman, at least no more than he threatens her just by standing here, twice her size with the ability to deal death to her in a dozen different ways. “An’ you’re Meredith Quill,” he says softly.

Her smile is wide and bright and heartbreakingly like Peter’s. But of course it would be. Kid didn’t get anything from Ego, nothing Yondu’s ever been able to see. “Yes. I wanted very much to meet you.”

There’s nothing he can say to that. Nothing he can say to her at all, really. What could Peter’s mother ever have to say to him? If she knows who he is, then surely she knows what he’s done – what he did to Peter, and to all of those children who were Peter’s half-siblings.

The bitterness of this particular fate makes a sardonic smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He hasn’t lived a good life, and he knows it, but he still wasn’t prepared to have it paid back to him this fittingly: to stand in front of this woman he wronged (one of the many, many mothers he wronged), the woman whose son he stole away from her family to sell to a monster and then, to compound his crime, raised to a life she could not possibly have wanted for him. And there’s nothing he can say to her that could change anything, no words he could offer in his own defense, not when he comes to her reeking of death, with hands metaphorically drenched in blood.

There is nothing he deserves more than whatever punishment she wishes to mete out to him, and he’s prepared to receive it.

The one thing he’s not prepared for is what she actually does when she reaches him. For a moment she stands in front of him, looking up at him with an expression that he can’t understand at all, eyes wide and soft (Peter’s eyes). And then she reaches out and touches him hesitantly on the shoulder – he tries not to flinch – and lays her other hand lightly on his chest, and then –

And then she hugs him, stretching on tiptoe and leaning into him and wrapping her arms around him and hugging him, coat and weapons and all.

“Thank you,” she whispers into his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of my baby for me. Thank you for saving him. Thank you.”

You’ll think you’re over it” she said,
“Even in 5 or 10 years, you haven’t heard his name in awhile and you don’t remember how his laugh sounded anymore. You aren’t tossing and turning every night with the colour of his eyes piercing your brain these days, in fact you can barely remember if they were green or blue. But it’ll hit you, straight in the gut when you’re stood at the lights waiting to see the go sign as a man passes you, a man wearing a similar scent to the one he used to wear and suddenly you’re back in his bed, led on his chest while his fingers twirled around your hair and you swore to each other that no matter what happens, you’ll never forget each other. Suddenly you’ve remembered the way he looked into your eyes while giving you a shy smile, the way his hands fit right into yours perfectly and even the pattern that his heart beat made, suddenly it all comes back. But then you hear a car horn and you’re back in reality, stood at the cross road and you realise that you never really did forget him, you just tried too hard not to remember him.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.


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Ties That Bind Us

Part 4:

As the days went by the changes to Lance became more and more noticeable.
And Keith found himself finding it harder and harder to ignore their kiss.
Lance yawned as he entered the kitchen in a tank top and shorts, causing Keith to nearly choke on the food goo he was eating for breakfast.
The blue freckles were splattered across his cheeks and nose, even appearing in his bare shoulders, arms and legs, glowing softly in the dim light of the hallway.
His hair had started to turn a dark blue at the routes with only the tips remaining the original brown.
However it was his eyes that really caught Keith’s attention.
They had stayed that beautiful blue, however he had gained swirls of dark and pale greens that intertwined like a bottomless ocean.
All and all Keith was completely helpless to the beautiful blue paladin.
“Morning.” Lance nodded taking a seat so close that Keith could smell the clinging scent of face mask on his skin.
“M-morning Lance… erm did you sleep well?”
Lance just shrugged pulling a bowl towards him and started eating “I guess so. Had a really weird dream.”
“Weird hmm? What was it about?” Keith asked trying to tear his eyes away from the other boy’s mouth.
“I can’t really remember it, I just know it must of been weird because I felt super strange this morning.”
“Strange how?” Keith asked leaning closer.
Lance slowly shook his head “I don’t know… like I just feel like I’m off today…or…”
Lance trailed off blinking slowly up at Keith with an odd expression.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around him and moved so he was sitting on the others lap.
“L-Lance!” Keith stuttered turning red “what are-” he was cut off by Lance pulling his face towards his and kissing him.
Keith made a small noise of surprise as Lance’s tongue made its way into his mouth.
This wasn’t like before.
This was different then their last kiss this was way…
Hotter.
Keith wrapped his hands round Lance’s back pulling his body closer to his own.
If there was a God then this moment would never end.
“Hey guys wh- ew ew ew why in the kitchen!” Pidge had walked in on them closely followed by Shiro.
Keith practically pushed Lance off him in surprise.
“I erm.. I can explain!” Keith yelled while Lance nuzzled his face into Keith neck.
Shiro coughed awkwardly “though I’m happy for you guys… but the kitchen really?”
“Good morning Paladins. I hope you are all well this fine morning.” Coran chirped as he pushed past Shiro and Pidge who were frozen on the spot.
Coran joined them in their state of shock when he saw the position the red paladin and his grandson were in. His eyebrow twitched as he smiled and shifted to gain a few extra inches before he walked over to tower of Keith.
“Care to explain?” Coran asked with strained ease.
“I swear nothing happened… ok we made out a bit but like Lance was saying he felt strange then he kissed me and-” Keith was silenced when Coran held up a hand.
“Strange how?” He questioned dropping down to one knee and carefully turning Lance to face him.
“I don’t know… we never got round to that part.” Keith blushed even redder from the look Shiro gave him that just screamed that he was in for a lecture later.
Coran placed the back of his hand on Lance’s forehead and frowned slightly. “I do believe Lance has the start of the dizzies.”
“Whats dizzies?” Pidge asked.
“It’s something that young Altean get. Tends to make them very erm…” Coran gestures to the intertwined Paladins “well you can see for yourselves. But along with this it’s normal for them to lose all sense of balance, control over shape shifting, and even be a bit queasy… however… I am not sure how Dizzies will effect someone who is half human.”
Coran gestured for Shiro to come over and he did as asked.
“Are humans supposed to be so warm?” He asked.
Shiro placed his flesh hand on Lance’s forehead “no their not. He had a fever.”
Keith looked down at the cuddling Lance only now noticing the paleness beneath his blue freckles.
How his brown tipped hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat.
How his beautiful eyes were closed, his face scrunched up in pain.
Most importantly the large amount of heat radiating off him as he cuddled into Keith chest.