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MAJOR Prediction for ACOTAR

This prediction deals with that “certain something” about Feyre that is mentioned but is never focused on in the first book. It is also based on great personal fascination with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, with which I am very familiar. However, if you are not familiar with the tale type or the original de Villeneuve version, this predication could be super-spoilery for you, so I am going to put most of it beneath the cut. 

That “certain something” to which I am referring is mentioned at least twice that I have noticed, but it’s probably slipped in other places, too, because it is meant to be subtle. The first occurrence is on page 143 in my copy, and it takes place the day after the Suriel incident when Tamlin is offering to help Feyre write for the second time.

Passage 1 (P1)

“I’m not insulting you.” His quiet voice made it all the worse.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Clearly not,” he said with a half smile. But the smile faded. “A human who can take down a faerie in a wolf’s skin, who ensnared the Suriel and killed two naga on her own …” He choked on a laugh, and shook his head. The firelight danced along his mask. “They’re fools. Fools for not seeing it.” He winced. But his eyes held no mischief.

The second passage is at the very end of the book, during the final exchange between Feyre and Rhysand on page 415. Indeed, I felt the whole bargain between them was a bit strange, especially if the only reason Rhysand was interested in her had to do with making Tamlin angry. He would not go through so much trouble for someone he only lusted for, would he? There’s a particular moment during their final conversation that points again to this “certain something.”

Passage 2 (P2)

“Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. 

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock–pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.

“What is–” I began.

He disappeared–simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight–into the crisp air.

I have two very good ideas about what this “certain something” is. In fact, the what is less of a question for me. It’s more to do with the who. If you’re interested in finding out what and who I think Feyre is based on close familiarity with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, read below the jump!

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Well, goodbye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock - pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. 
“What is - ” I began. 
He disappeared - simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight - into the crisp air.
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A Court of Thorns and Roses

re-reading ACOTAR and realizing this is when Rhys discovers they’re mates…

Can people stop warning for moving GIFs as “epilepsy warning” and start actually describing what the warning is for?

Because:

- Folks without epilepsy still have seizures

- Folks without epilepsy (like autism, SPD) can have headaches and sensory overwhelm triggered by the same things that trigger seizures and it is important they are also informed

- Many different things trigger seizures and by slapping them all with a vague blanket warning you’re actually just denying folks access to a post that might be safe for them

- You’re not actually helping me at all, as someone who needs these warnings

If you think you’re only warning for folks with epilepsy, you’re failing at inclusivity and accessibility. You’re also being unnecessarily othering by singling out one disabled group when there’s actually many disabled groups that need this information and precise information at that. Please, for the love of all that’s good, describe what problematic material your post contains.

Describe your GIF warning tags like:

- Flickering

- Flashing

- Fast

- Moving

- Flash

- Flare

- Rotating

There’s probably a whole heap of other tags I’ve forgotten, but that should give you some idea. This is accessibility. A vague umbrella term that others and excludes is not.

Describe. The. Warning.

Show Me What You’ve Got

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Word Count: 896

Warnings: The ending is the slightest bit suggestive.

Summary: While training, Seth underestimates your power.

A/N: Don’t worry, I’m still here! I got a little stumped with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by vaniwin

*Not my GIF*

Whenever you ran into Seth Rollins, you always had to prepare yourself for his critique. It was never constructive criticism, just anything he could say to get into your head. Every word he said only added fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Though, nothing compared to the rage that spread throughout your body when Triple H told you that you had to team up with Seth to further advance the Authority storyline. Not only that, but the so called “Future of WWE” insisted that he should train you to lessen the chances of you making the Authority look weak in the ring.

“Alright, show me what you’ve got he sneered, “And I swear, if you mess anything up, you’re in for it”

In that fixed second between the standoff and fighting, you met his gaze. You felt drawn to his alluring chestnut brown eyes…
In that following instant, you attempted to swing your fist, only to have your arm be caught.

"Didn’t see that one coming” he said in a sarcastic tone.

You gritted your teeth at Seth and your knuckles turned noticeably white from clenching them too hard. You lifted your free hand and delivered a hard blow to his jaw, enough to send Seth stumbling back with his face in hand. You took advantage of this and continued to hammer away, delivering multiple hits to his head. While Seth wandered aimlessly around the ring, you quickly climbed up the turnbuckles, ready to perform a crossbody. You took the leap of faith and much to your dismay, Seth caught you and slammed you onto the mat. As you rolled back into a corner of the ring, you were met with a jolt of pain that ran down your back. It took a few moments to completely catch your breath.

“Tired already? Can’t say I expected anything more, especially from you” Seth scorned.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he continued to throw insults at you.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you hit softer than Reigns and Ambrose!” he laughed.

There was a momentary flare of anger that flashed in your eyes. Sure, Seth was your typical tall, dark and handsome guy, but a pretty face wasn’t going to get him out of this.

“That was just a warm-up” you said, cracking your knuckles.

Seth remained unimpressed. The blood rushed through your veins as you felt a kick of determination and anger starting to take over. Seth reached out his hand to help you up, but you had other things in mind. Instead of taking his hand, you gave him a hard kick to the abdomen. You showed Seth a condescending smile. You swiftly got back to your feet and charged over to him. You attempted to give him a few more blows to the head, but he caught your arms again.

“Now we’re talking!” Seth said.

You struggled for a bit, but eventually you gave him a headbutt. You grabbed Seth by the hair and tossed him into the turnbuckles. There you continued to deliver multiple blows to the head and added more kicks to the assault. Seth, however, slowly gained back his momentum and pushed you away from him. You tried charging back only to have him give you a mighty knee to your abdomen and push you face first back into the turnbuckles. You quickly spin around only to spot Seth taking off his shirt and tossing it outside of the ring. You silently gasped as you’re exposed to his chest. Saying that Seth had a muscular and well-toned body was by far an understatement. Love or hate the guy, his chiseled chest was drool-worthy.

“Now you’ve really got me riled up, Y/N!” he chuckled.

Seth charged at you, but you dodged and he ran straight into the turnbuckles.

“Don’t act surprised!” you called out.

Seth staggered to the center on the ring, holding his head again. You were certain the many blows to the head were catching up with him now. You proceeded to get into handstand position and give him a devastating headscissors takedown. You stood over Seth and gave him a menacing grin.

“Time to finish you off” you murmured to yourself.

You backed up into a corner of the ring, held the ropes and stomped your foot a couple of times, waiting for Seth to finally get up. As soon as he did, you shuffled and gave him a brutal superkick straight to the head. When you saw him lying unconscious in the middle of the ring, your first instinct was to get the pin. You straddled him and held down his shoulders.

“1… 2… 3!” you cheered.

Seth’s eyes darted open.

“What?!” he gasped.

“Don’t worry, Rollins” you teased, “I won’t tell anyone that you got beat up by a girl!”

The two of you shared a few laughs, but then you really looked at him. Sharp jawline, well-defined… What does this guy not have? You and Seth wrestled a bit more until he eventually rolled you over and ended up on top of you.

“You know what, Y/N? You’re actually much better than I thought” he admitted “Maybe we could have a second go later?…”

You blushed. Seth may have swooned you over this time, but you weren’t about to let him know that. Or for the time being at least…

After the Rain

Summary:  When the weather gets in the way of something Gabriel needs to do, you remind him he has everything he needs right at home.  

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: fluff

Word Count: 2428

Author’s Note:  This was written for @becaamm who I thought could use some fluff right now.  If nothing else, I hope this can be a happy little distraction for you. <3

It was written using April’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt:

He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.

This one didn’t make it through my betas.  Apologies for any mistakes.  

GMC tags:  @lacqueluster   @archangel-with-a-shotgun  @ashiewesker  @revwinchester  

All the tags:  @girl-next-door-writes @sumara62 @fand0maniac @feelmyroarrrr @omgreganlove @jannalionheart  @baritonechick

Gabe tags:  @theblackenedsky @bloodstained-porcelain-doll  @pepperwoodatnight @samikitten


He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.  It wasn’t just any day.  Today was the day.  The one where he desperately needed everything to fall into place.  As usual, the universe refused to cooperate, causing the thread of what made him an archangel to begin to fray, drawing a little more of the innate, primordial being to the surface.  

That was how you found him, staring out the sliding glass door to the deck, glowering fire and brimstone down upon the first gloriously sunny day you’d had all week.  

“Uh, Gabe?”  You’d sounded confused and more than a little wary, though the caution your words carried wasn’t the kind where you recognized the inherent danger in him.  It was where you wondered if he hadn’t somehow slipped out, drank a liquor store in your absence, and now you were going to have to keep him entertained or spend the rest of the day hiding the existence of Sparkle Fingers (his drunk alter ego aptly named for his tendency to zap things indiscriminately) from the rest of suburbia.  

Unbeknownst to you, what he was looking at was halfway across the world and under the threat of taking on some serious water.  Sure, he could snap his fingers and there’d be clear skies again, but it was one thing to clear up a little rain storm and completely another to wipe out a category four typhoon.  The latter might draw a little more attention than he hoped considering he was technically still in hiding.  Though that was mostly from the Winchesters at your insistence since the Brothers Grimm had already gotten you both respectively killed during the apocalypse.

Gabriel hadn’t argued considering how painful it had been resurrecting you once, not to mention how nearly devastating to most of North America.

“Is something wrong?” You continued when he didn’t respond.  He turned, forcing himself to rein in his vexation as he made an attempt at a convincing smile.  The excuse he gave sounded hollow to his own ears, though his tongue was more talented with those than the even weaker attempt at reassurance that followed.  The way you continued to regard him like you were trying to remember where you kept the holy oil suggested he hadn’t been very successful.  

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Here, Have Some Chocolate

Imagine Remus finally confessing that he has a crush on you. 


You kept glancing over at Remus every chance you got, and he was doing the same but you never noticed. Remus watched as you gave everyone you knew and didn’t know a hug, welcoming them back to Hogwarts and to the party.

“(Y/N) looks great tonight,“ Remus said, leaning over so James would hear him over the music.

"Just go talk to her already,” James laughed, “you’ve had a crush on her since what, forever?”

Originally posted by nellaey

“You’re right,” Remus said, feeling his courage grow. “It’s bloody time.” As Remus made his way over to you he saw someone else talking to you, it was Sam, the guy he hated since second-year.

“Hey (Y/N),” Remus heard Sam say, "you want to dance?" 

You nodded and Remus followed your figure with his eyes to the makeshift dance floor.

After watching you and Sam dance for about half an hour Remus had finally had enough. "You mind if I cut in, love?” He asked, cutting the dance short.

“Not at all,” you said with a smile, completely missing the flare of jealousy that flashed in Sam’s eyes as he turned to walk away.

Right as you began to dance some Ravenclaw changed the music to a slow song and Remus pulled you closer.

“You know, (Y/N),” Remus began, looking into your eyes. "I’ve had a crush on you since third-year.” Your eyes went wide and Remus continued. “And I normally wouldn’t be confessing this but I think I’ve had a little too much to drink.”

All of the sudden you felt really hot and began to see black spots clouding your vision. Remus caught you before you fell and awkwardly scooped you into his arms, ignoring all the confused stares from the other students.

Remus carried you down the stairs and to one of the common room’s couches. “(Y/N),” Remus asked, “love, are you alright?”

You heard his words and slowly opened your eyes, “I think I fainted,” you said with a blush.

“Here, have some chocolate.” Remus said, handing you a piece from his stash, “Trust me it’ll help.”

Originally posted by followingthewotters

As I mentioned last night, I was almost done with A Court of Thorns and Roses. Which I did get finished half hour later. This one scene really caught my eye though. “His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock-pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.” I re-read this scene a few times. Somehow this made me think that this is the mating bond that everyone on tumblr was talking about. Love at first sight. I was a full on Feylin shipped until I reread this scene. I never noticed that Tamlin never acted this way with Feyre all of a sudden. Now I only have the copy A Court of Thorns and Roses. So I haven’t read A Court of Mist and Fury, and A Court of Wings and Ruin yet. So this morning I actually thought about Rhysand and Feyre more and I automatically became a shipper from just reading that one scene for some reason. And Rhysand…dayum… Sign up Ian Somerhalder to play this bat boy!

Originally posted by taratjah

Acceptable oc names - Mountain clans

PREFIXES
- A - Acorn, Adder, Alder, Amber, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Aspen, Arctic

-B- Badger, Bark, Bat, Bear,Beaver, Bee,Beech,Beetle, Berry, Birch,Bird, Black, Blaze, Blizzard, Bloom, Blossom, Blue, Blur, Boulder, Bounce, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Brittle, Broken, Brook, Buck, Bumble, Buzzard

-C- Cedar, Cheetah, Cherry, Chestnut, Cinder, Claw, Cloud, Clover, Cold, Copper, Comfrey, Coyote, Cream, Creek, Cricket, Crooked, Crow, Crouch

-D-Daisy, Dapple, Dark, Dawn, Dead, Deer, Defiant, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Drift, Duck, Dusk, Dust, Dusty-

-E- Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Elm, Ember, Evening

-F- Falcon, Fallen, Fallow, Fang, Fawn, Feather, Fennel, Fern, Finch, Fir, Fire, Fish, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flint, Flicker, Freckle, Flower, Fly, Fog, Forest, Fox, Free, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Furze, Fuzzy

-G- Gentle, Ginger, Glacier, Glen, Gold, Golden, Goose, Gorge, Gorse, Grass, Gray, Green

-H- Hail, Half, Hare, Hawk, Haven, Hazel, Heather, Heavy, Heron, Hickory, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hoot, Hop, Hope

-I- Ice, Icy, Ivy, Ivory

-J- Jagged, Jaguar, Jay, Juniper

-K-Kestrel, Kink

-L- Lake, Larch, Lark, Lavender, Leaf, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lilac, Lily, Lion, Little, Lizard, Log, Long, Lost, Loud, Love, Lynx

-M- Maggot, Mallow, Maple, Marigold, Marsh, Meadow, Midnight, Milk, Minnow, Mint, Missing, Mist, Misty, Mole, Moon, Moose, Morning, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mouse, Mud, Mumble

-N- Narrow, Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nimble, Nut

-O- Oak, Oaken, Odd, Olive, One, Orchid, Otter, Owl, Old

-P- Pale, Pansy, Parsley, Patch, Pebble, Pelted, Perch, Petal, Pike, Pine, Plum, Pod, Pond, Pool, Poppy, Pounce, Prey, Preying, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle

-Q- Quail, Quick, Quiet

-R- Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Rain, Rapid, Rat, Rattle, Rare, Raven, Red, Reed, Ripple, River, Robin, Rock, Rouge, Rose, Rowan, Rubble, Running, Rush, Russet, Rye

-S- Sage, Salmon, Sand, Scorch, Sedge, Seed, Shade, Shadow, Sharp, Shattered, Shell, Short, Shred, Shrew, Shy, Silver, Skink, Sky, Slight, Sleek, Sleet, Slug, Small, Smoke, Snail, Snake, Sneeze, Snow, Song, Soft, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Spider, Splash, Spotted, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stone, Storm, Stream, Stride, Stripe, Stumpy, Sun, Sunny, Swallow, Swan, Sweet, Swift

-T- Tadpole, Tall, Talon, Tangle, Tangled, Tansy ,Tall, Talon, Tangle, Tansy, Tattered, Tawny, Thaw, Tin, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Torn, Tree, Trout, Tumble, Tulip, Turtle, Twig, Twisted

-V- Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole

-W- Walnut, Wasp, Water, Weasel, Web, Weed, Wet, Whisker, Whisper, White, Wild, Willow, Wind, Wing, Wish, Wolf, Wood, Wooly, Worm, Wren-

-Y- Yarrow, Yellow, Yew

SUFFIXES
.acorn, .ash, .back, .bee, .belly, .berry, .bite, .bird, .blaze, .blizzard, .bloom, .blossom, .boulder, .bounce, .bracken, .branch, .breeze,
.briar, .bright, .brook, .burr, .bush, .call, .chaser, .claw, .cloud, .crash, .creek, .cry, .dapple, .dawn, .dew, .dream, .drop, .dusk, .dust, .ear, .ears, .ember, .eye, .eyes, .face, .fall, .fang, .fawn, .feather, .fern, .fin, .fire, .fish, .flame, .flight, .flood, .flower, .fog, .foot, .fox, .frost, .fur,
.gale, .gaze, .gleam, .goose, .grass, .growl, .hail, .hare, .hawk, .haze, .heart, .heather, .holly, .hollow, .ice, .ivy, .jaw, .jump, .kit, .leaf, .leap, .leg, .legs, .light, .lightning, .lily, .mask, .minnow, .mint, .mist, .moon, .moss, .mouse, .moth, .muzzle, .nettle, .night, .nose, .nut, .oak,
.pad, .patch, .path, .paw, .peak, .pelt, .petal, .pool, .poppy, .pounce, .puddle, .purr, .quill, .rain, .rapid, .reed, .ripple, .rise, .river, .roar,
.rock, .root, .rose, .run, .runner, .rush, .sage, .sayer, .scar, .screech, .seed, .seeker, .shade, .shadow, .shell, .shine, .sky, .slash, .slip,
.snap, .snout, .snow, .soil, .song,  .spark, .speck, .spirit, .splash,
.spot, .spots, .spring, .star, .stalk, .stalker, .stem, .stem, .step, .sting, .stone, .storm, .streak, .stream, .strike, .stripe, .sun, .swipe, .swirl, .swoop, .tail, .talon, .thicket, .thistle, .thorn, .throat, .tip, .toe, .toes, .tooth, .tree, .tuft, .twig, .twist, .wail, .watcher, .water, .weed, .whisker, .whiskers, .whisper, .willow, .wind, .wing, .wish, .yawn, .yowl

The issue with the representation of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis in Arrival (2016)

                                 /!\ Light spoilers ahead /!\

(I know it is science-fiction and movies like this one take certain premises and blow them out of proportion but I thought it’d be worthwhile to discuss the topic)

Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival movie is an interesting work about, amongst other themes, how humans would manage to establish first contacts with an alien race come to Earth, how to learn their language to communicate with them and understand their motives. Arrival features Amy Adams as linguist Louise Banks, who is commissioned by the United States to climb up in the spaceship and try to exchange and talk with the new-comers. She is accompanied by Jeremy Renner’s character; Ian Donnelly, a military theoretical physicist. She is charged with the decipherment of their language, with the ultimate goal of asking them “What is your purpose on Earth ?” The aliens look like giant heptapods, which use an ink-like mist to form the round shapes that is their written language.

Later in the movie, Ian and Louise talk as an evacuation takes place, and Ian tells Louise he’s just read about the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, which assumes that a language is a vision of the world unto itself. In the context of the movie, the characters explain that being exposed to and immersed in a foreign language will subtly cause the brain to adapt to this language’s vision of the world. In the case of the Heptapods’ language; Louise and Ian believe that it will rewire one’s brain not only on a intellectual level but also on a physical level. By acquainting themself with the alien language (especially regarding the syntax and morphology), one would be able to experience time like the Heptapods do, in a non-linear way. 

This conception of languages is called “Linguistic relativity”. However, issues arise here with the stance taken of such a hypothesis. It is rather extreme to present linguistic relativity in such a manner. One of the weaknesses on which the theory was based upon was the famous The Great Eskimo Vocabulary Hoax. Franz Boas in 1911 wrote The Handbook of North American Indians in which he explains that Eskimos had dozens of words to describe different types of snow. This is not true, because the confusion arose from the fact that Eskimo speakers have a polysynthetic language and therefore have phrases that can look like words to outsiders, making them think that each sentence was a word for a type of snow.Therefore, it was thought that language differences were necessary related to the speakers’ environment. 

There is no denying that languages do differ in terms of wealth of lexicon in certain fields, of grammatical tenses or genders. For instance, Farsi has a third-person pronoun “ او ” /u:/ that does not differentiate gender, so that  “ او ” means both “he” and “she”. It does not mean that Farsi-speakers see the world genderless. As French linguist Nicolas Tournadre says it in his book (2014:199) Le Prisme des Langues : “Languages that do not have grammatical genders do not have a a vision of sexuality that is different from those that have grammatical genders”.

The Warlpiri aboriginal language has a word for “one” but not beyond. The grand-father in this video shows that he can’t count them down orally but can make as many marks in the sand as he has grand-children, and knows their name. The lack of numerals does not prevent their minds from conceiving the concept of plurality. They just don’t express it the same way. 

Another example is the Pirahã language, it is spoken in Amazonia  and has no words for number. Speakers use generic formulations such as “a few”, “a pile” and “a large quantity”. This does not mean however that beyond their numerical limits, these languages can’t allow their speakers to talk about a mother’s several children or render a fisherman unable to mentally visualise the two fish he just took out the water. 

Not all languages are equal in terms of expressing certain concepts. For instance, the Pirahã people are not expected to see mathematicians in their ranks because their language does not allow that. However, it does not mean that they see the world in a drastically different manner from us. They are still able to live in communities, talk to each other, make food, locate elements. They experience the world like us. They may not have the same problems and preoccupations as us due to these differences (counting cattle) but they are still able to see the same world as us.

Another category that is interesting to mention is the English language’s numerous and diverse words related to light: glisten, shine, glow, glitter, gleam, glimmer, flicker, dazzle, sparkle, flare, flash or glint. This plethora of verbs shows the wide range that the language has to express different types of light and brightness. This does not mean that light is different to English-speakers or that light was different where the English language emerged. It just means that the language has paid particular attention to a phenomenon, not that reality is different where it is from.  Nicolas Tournadre explains (2014:199) “the geographical environments, as different they may be, of a given community is therefore not enough to cause a specific lexicon.”

This is the extent of the impact that languages differences can have on their speakers. On the other hand, Louise starts to get flashes of her daughter that we later learn are not extra-diegetic flashbacks but intra-diegetic flashforwards because she started to gather a fair amount of knowledge about the alien language. Just because your language is different does not mean that the world changes. The movie’s depiction of this theory has more to do with magic than linguistics. 

What I aim at showing is that linguistics relativism’s representation is too often extreme. It is often presented as a proof that people who speak different languages don’t see, experience or think their environment the same way we do because they’re not allowed to by their mother tongue. It is both an interesting theory but it is also worrisome because it pushes the Other further away from us, finding excuses to see HER/HIM as dissimilar and ponder over these differences. 

Rather, as Nicolas Tournadre (2014:207) explains , these “languages are not like “conceptions of the world” that are perfectly structured, coherent and homogeneous but rather like prisms, or kaleidoscopes that modify subtly certain perceptions of the experience and have in the end an impact of the type of inference that the speaker carries out”.   

So although the movie’s depiction of the process of establishing contact and deciphering the aliens’ language is genuinely interesting and realistic. However the moment linguist Louise Banks confirms Ian’s interpretation of the Sapir-Whorf theory and the fact that she starts to experience time non-linearly because she starts to be proficient in that language is where the movie derails because it blows a theory out of proportions and misinterprets it. 

Signs As Natural Disasters

Aries: Heat Waves

Taurus: Earthquake

Gemini: Hurricane

Cancer: Flash Flood

Leo: Solar Flare

Virgo: Drought

Libra: Tornado

Scorpio: Tsunami

Sagittarius: Volcanic Eruption

Capricorn: Wildfire

Aquarius: Blizzard

Pisces: Avalanche

Transparen-see?

When what’s superficial is given greater priority than conceptual, or idea-
How many trouble themselves to try to perceive the underlying evident truth
sight unseen?
-
When
What is real
Is not only what we can see/hear/taste/sense/feel,
but the translation of possible pondering
by abstract potential actively manifest into actuality…

Sometimes it’s more important
to know what isn’t immediately visible-

Especially if you know that the tangible is almost always consequence of formlessness given conception:

Reason, motivation, compulsion, mission, ideal-
desire
envisions, then takes action & tries-
In vision,
the spark is set before flaring
fire
Some flash & burn out
Some roar terrifyingly higher
Some settle inward
& smoulder underneath
despite lack of apparent flame
But obstinate, still hold to life
though hidden in embers’ flickering fade
Till chances’ opportune gust fan back to full fevered strength
the patient persistence of now-roaring blaze!

corpse bride

off-white liquefied moons slithering from the fountain turned on its side and a machete in the way he speaks her name, as though the sylabbles themselves are a curse, as though the light that spins in the sky and spools a river at the altar of your deformed stars does not embrace you. 

sometimes she wonders if she was made for this, coffin-hearts and spiderwebbed lies, all shifting to spurn unbidden constellations and cathedrals full of school children who never learned to behave. her smoke rings shaping nooses, releasing warnings into the feral sky, the way the dark wells up like a haunted painting where they burned out the eyes for seeing too much.

if love isn’t death translated into human then what is the point of loving at all? 

baby, tell me that we’re ghosts, tell me that withering beneath a frightful thicket of cherry blossoms with me is all that you want, tell me that the dusk and dawn are the times of day when the sun kisses the moon, tell me you can still sleep at night with the image of me in my favorite red dress flaring a flash bomb behind your eyes.

tell me that you see my bones, how i am rotting and grotesque, and yet you love me still, despite the funeral dirge of my laugh and the cold rain of my tears. 

that even death does not do us part, for we are a form of holy forever, running bleary as blood along the fraying margins of the molten night.

Hades and Persephone Day 24:

“I shouldn’t have to go!” Persephone cried, staggering back from the open gate. “You can’t make me leave!”

“If you stay, my brother will attack our realm and take you by force.” Hades  kept his voice flat.

“Then we will fight!” The lights around Persephone’s head flared and flashed with anger. 

“Your mother will destroy the Earth.” He said, “The animals, the flowers, the trees–everything in your stories, everything you worked so hard to create!”

“Who cares?” Persephone shouted.

“I DO!” Hades roared, black fire swallowing his vision as the ground shook underfoot.  Persephone froze, eyes wide, stunned at the force of his rage.  Ashamed, Hades turned his back on her. “Leave, Persephone. Go home.”  

Behind him the silence was so complete he was half sure she had already fled. He stood perfectly still, afraid to turn, afraid to see the empty space where Persephone had stood. But she had not moved either, and her shaking whisper cut deeply into his heart.

“This is home. Don’t you want me to stay?”

He took a deep breath and spoke his very first lie.

“Not anymore.” 

Persephone sobbed once–so soft, so quiet, so sad.  And Hades, Lord of the Underworld, finally understood why mortals wept so fiercely when Death claimed the ones they loved.

Thank you again everyone who came to the livestream! Apologies for the sad story–Days 25 and 26 will be posted together and will fix EVERYTHING.

World Collision -- Chapter 5

If you guys are following me for my part in the Gravity Falls Brain Trauma AU, this is where most of my inspiration goes on a given day. Maria – my main OC – and her adventures across the Multiverse. If you want to know more about Maria, look into my FF profile here. I have plans for some GF-related stuff in the works, but Maria’s not gonna reach that point for a while.

You can start from the beginning of World Collision here on FF, if you want to catch up. The basic summary is that a bunch of worlds got smushed together and something’s gotta be done in order to fix it. Chapter five is also there, if you don’t want to read it on Tumblr.

So, without further ado….

Meeting the World Jumper

When the two girls arrived at the workshop where Myra knew the World Jumper had been taken, Myra was somewhat surprised to find that, not only Captain America was there, but also a small number of other costumed and armored heroes that she had only been really able to see in passing before.

“What are you guys doing here?” Myra asked, looking around in confusion at the small group. “Is it because of the World Jumper?”

She was met with a number of nods in response.

“She’s worked with all of us,” explained a young man wearing blue armor. His green eyes somehow looked old. “We thought it might be a good idea to have familiar faces nearby to start with.”

The figure next to him – Zero, Myra remembered his name from when she had run into him – let out a snort. “And they don’t want her to go berserk again.”

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