from the barrier


Perceiving the threat, Kylo Ren reacted immediately. A hand rose sharply, palm facing toward the unknown assailant. The gesture was merely the physical manifestation of something infinitely more powerful and entirely unseen. It intercepted the discharge from the pilot’s weapon, freezing it in midair as effectively as any solid barrier. From behind the mask, eyes of preternatural intensity tracked the attack to its source.


January, 2017. This is my proof.
This is my proof that two thousand miles is only a number. Numbers that bind to plane ticket expenses are not barriers from keeping two people in love, apart. No matter what the cost, love travels and finds its home. It finds its person and thrives on the beauty of growing next to each other. Once you find that, you never let it go. This is my proof that distance can be beat. I know it, because we did it.
This is my proof.

“I do not wish to defend myself, I do not wish to be defended. I belong completely to the social responsibility for all my actions. I accept it completely and without reservations. I wished to oppose the invader from Versailles with a barrier of flames. I had no accomplices in this action. I acted on my own initiative.

I am told that I am an accomplice of the Commune. Certainly, yes, since the Commune wanted more than anything else the social revolution, and since the social revolution is the dearest of my desires … the Commune, which by the way had nothing to do with murders and arson.

… since it seems that any heart which beats for freedom has the right only to a lump of lead, I too claim my share. If you let me live, I shall never stop crying for revenge and l shall avenge my brothers. I have finished. If you are not cowards, kill me!”

Louise Michel

Travel has a tendency to look very glamorous but that’s not always the case. I’ve been getting a lot of comments about how perfect my life looks, and that’s concerning because there is really no such thing. Social media is a great way to share pieces of my journey, but know that there’s always more to the story. I don’t post images of the times I’ve been homesick, frustrated from limited wifi or language barriers, or the one time I accidentally booked a week’s stay at a place infested with bugs (😖). Not to mention the difficulties of remaining on a plant-based diet in Africa lol. Even though this is a dream come true from me, it comes with its own share of challenges that I have to overcome. But that’s all part of the experience, so I take the downs with the ups.

I have so many feelings about Bi Joey.

Like when I was a kid there was even less representation of bisexual people than there is now, so I didn’t really know it was a thing, didn’t properly understand, until I was at least 18, and only got really properly comfortable with it - and therefore myself - in the last 2 years or so (thanks John Watson and the Sherlock fandom).

I wasn’t a proper shipper, but I grew to like Puppyshipping. The problem was it seemed like you basically had to ignore the canon with Mai - which is what fics at the time mostly did.

But coming back to fandom post DSoD as an adult means I can have a whole different perspective on it, and everything clicks into place so comfortably. Like I can have Joey crushing on guys and have him be all ‘I got your flower, go get him honey’ with Mai, and it’s just been a really relaxing experience.


(undertale spoilers)
undertale is littered with hints that papyrus is being deceived by flowey throughout the game, even after frisk arrives.

Thoughts Upon Leaving The Women’s March:

My feet are killing me as I take my leave from the DC Women’s March but WOW am I moved.  Just…god, I don’t know… I’m not normally an emotional person but I almost cried as I heard Gloria Steinem (who is 82 btw!) and Ashley Judd and Alicia Keys and many, many more speak amazingly powerful words on how women are a force to be reckoned with.  How we won’t go quietly and won’t allow Trump to bring us down.

And everyone I encountered today was SO NICE.  Walking down 7th St around 10am, a cop car road past us and used it’s speaker wish us a wonderful and safe protest.  Waiting in line for the restroom, women were helping each other acquire toilet paper and tampons.  Food and water were being exchanged without the usual, “well, what about mine?” mentality.  Anyone stepping down from a barrier or trying to climb up to see better was supported by other women from all sides.  It was a community of giving, of ‘what can I do for others?’.  

Really, I was in the middle of a mass of 500,000 people and I felt overwhelmingly safe and a part of something wonderful and real and I think I feel hope for my country for the first time since November.

And now I’m actually crying!  I’m so touched.

The only downside I saw today was that the organizers did not plan at all for the massive size of the crowd, so there were some people standing on top of public sculptures and museum buildings, but they weren’t purposefully harming anything or causing destruction.  It actually helped lend an air of “we can’t be contained; we can move mountains” without any violence, which was awesome.

I didn’t bring my SLR (originally they said no large cameras and no large bags, but there were no check points anywhere to be seen) but I took photos on my iPhone so I’ll be posting some soon!  Right after I pass out or maybe drink some tea.

xoxo to all my fellow women and their supporters who believe in equality.

anonymous asked:

I have a headcanon that the barrier around the mountain slows the aging process of everyone and everything within, so that while Chara may very well be mid-30s, this would explain why they look 20-something at most. Thoughts?

Very interesting headcanon! If that was the case, that barrier comes with some awesome perks!

However, our Chara isn’t benefiting from any barrier anti-aging perks in this story. Rather, I’ve found 30-somethings can actually look quite young (or old!) depending on their genetics and lifestyle. In fact, I mix up mid-20s and mid-30 year olds all the time in real life! This Chara is just supposed to look like a regular 36 year old. Old enough to have a bit of wisdom, but young enough to hit the local arcade without looking out of place.

The Importance of Personal Warding

They say the best offence is a good defense.

Creating a set of effective personal shields is possibly one of the most important things a witch can do – but don’t just settle for a simple bubble or mirror shield! These are easily broken with enough force, and if that’s your only line of defense, you’re in trouble!

The most effective way to protect oneself is to have an array of layers to one’s wards – each with a different purpose. The ones I will be covering are listed below, in the order of outermost to innermost:

  • Cloaking shield – Made of a bubble of water, it reflects and refracts light, keeping me from detection.
  • Clam shell shield – Barrier against harmful forces
  • Decoy clam shells – I created several identical clam shells within the cloaking shield to distract from the main shield
  • Warning (“stop poking around, or you’ll get hurt”)
  • Pearl shield – Barrier against harmful forces
  • Epidermis of Jellyfish – Thin layer of fleshy material to keep the inner shields separated and to help with noise reduction of Siren’s Song
  • Mesoglea of Jellyfish – Thick, goopy, gelatinous layer. Sticky, hard to get through, slows intruder down, acts as noise dampener for Siren’s Song (Lined with Gastrodermis to keep the mesoglea where it belongs)
  • Siren’s Song – Charged with actual singing. Linked to a queen conch. Conch acts as a storage facility for the energy used to charge all the shields. Siren’s Song draws the intruder further in and traps them, draining them and sending their energy to the conch. Linked by blood to me and also linked to a small conch pendant. The pendant acts as a conduit for directing the energy to myself. 

I’ve assembled the shields in a few different segments, as the outer oceanic layer took much more energy than I anticipated. I tested the segments in phases, as they were assembled. Phase 2 was during my recharge at the ocean. I required a significant amount of energy for building the siren’s song spell layer, and reinforced the ocean layer during this time.

“Siren’s Song” by Sara Singer or “Siren” by Red Delicious are both great tunes to sing for this shield’s charge up. Imagine a harmful entity breaching the walls, breaking past the barriers that were set up, then hearing your soothing voice singing. It becomes enthralled and wants to come closer, drawn in further. Finally making it to the center of the chamber, the conch shell sits on a dais, emanating the haunting song you’re singing. The entity picks the shell up, lovingly, and is sucked inside. The shell drops back to the dais, and the entity is trapped.

“Seven Seas there were once, and the eighth was born.” ~Khnum

Ward Testing

Phase 1:

Ocean, decoys, shell, warning, and pearl.

Testers: Unutha, Eilena, and Khnum

Khnum was first. Khnum astral projected into the wards and gave this as a result:

“They look good, the liquidity makes it difficult to get a grasp on them to see if there’s a way of getting through, and they’re kind of scary in a suck-away-at-you way once you touch them. The complication of the parts in them make it hard to see you clearly, too. It’s really weird, like a river rolled into a ball.”

I didn’t sense Khnum any time he projected to me. He’s got a very subtle energy signature.

Eilena went next, shooting me with an energy blast.

She followed the energy to the destination. The blast didn’t penetrate the shell. She described the ocean layer as being thick, and giving a sense of drowning.

Eilena came to me as a vision of a storm over the ocean.

Unutha was last, in this set. He tried to probe the wards with a weapon, and poke holes. He hit a decoy.

“Okay so I felt like I was in the water of an aquarium, I pushed through and hit what i thought was you, smashed through you and got to this darker section like the deep ocean and then tried to push through a black orb/egg. To be fair I was improvising with what I had.”

I asked if he hit any warnings, and he said an octopus grabbed him, but he slashed at it with the same thing he was using to stab my wards.

Unutha felt like a cool breeze on my face.

Khnum went again after this, wanting to try an ice attack with gypsum.

He wanted to try to freeze a section. He got a piece about the size of his palm and then it receded back. He saw things moving around, but nothing noticed him.

I felt something akin to being annoyed by a bug but unable to kill it.

I liked to use Khnum as a method to describe the ocean shield layer.

Phase 2:

How does being at the ocean affect the shields?

Testers: Khnum was the only one available to test this round. I had him test twice.

When I went to the beach, I absorbed the energy pretty quickly. As a sea witch, the ocean recharges me. By the end of the beach trip, I had absorbed so much energy that I was filled with a sense of love and belonging, and my entire body was vibrating.

First test was being within a mile from the ocean but not actually on the beach. Khnum’s description is as follows:

“More. The bubble sort of exploded. You’re a tiny space inside a really thick sphere.”

Second test was being at the actual beach, in the water:

“That’s odd. It’s thickened again and this time you’re not in the center. There’s one huge sphere of water and one inner sphere, which you’re in, but the inner sphere is near the bottom of the bigger one which is almost entirely above ground. There’s a big empty space above you and I saw things swimming in it that reminded me a little of sea turtles.

I think you’ve gone and created a spell ecosystem out of this. xD ”

Phase 3:

Jellyfish layers, and siren’s song.

Testers: Khnum, Eilena, Kiley, and Jelly

Khnum was apprehensive, but went in.

“Apprehensive but comfortable! Here goes nothing.

Hmph. Whirlpool trap?

I got into the pearl and then started spinning around and couldn’t get out again.

It was pretty scary. xD I’m neither claustrophobic nor thassalophobic, but the combination of the two was new and unnerving. It was definitely a good deterrent from getting to you, so I have no doubt it’ll work on spirits!”

Once he was trapped, I blew on the shell and released him. I asked if he was able to see a way out. He said no, but after a minute he just sort of phased out of it.

“I did find the shield to be alarmingly beautiful and got drawn in -maybe I did hear the song but didn’t register it?”

He was drawn down there by a light from the outer layer, which indicated that the jellyfish wasn’t enough to dampen the attraction of the song. I thickened the jellyfish walls, but a light was still mildly visible. I used a combination of sea life and squid ink to obscure the light.

“The ink makes it black. It’s scary and not as pretty but more effective. xD”

Eilena came through and described the event:

“That’s… very pink.” She describes being very close to being pulled into the trap. “pink, sticky and pulling, felt it siphoning off some energy but not at a fast rate. Getting back out was harder than getting in. Sort of a ‘just give up and relax, settle down, it’s cozy here’ feeling. There was some vague sound but I couldn’t really make it out, almost just like a white noise kind of background thing.”

I asked about any sealife, since Una got attacked by an octopus. Eilena mentioned zapping an eel after it zapped her. This explains the tightness I felt in my chest during the testing. I felt a heaviness when she got there, which she explained as her going for a stone’s weight to sink through the vast ocean layer as fast as possible. She didn’t feel or sense the Siren’s Song from outside the shell, but once she made it inside the shell, she felt the “relax” sensation.

I asked if there were any other things that she wants to mention that I didn’t ask about. “mm, I think there were sort of like jellyfish tentacles? Contributing to the ‘pulling in’. They didn’t sting but they seemed to be where the energy drain was coming from. My impressions are usually pretty vague, sorry.”

She added that  “it seemed like I went through a lot of pink, with the pull getting stronger as I went in. I’m not sure if not getting caught was just because I didn’t go far enough in, or if I was just able to fight the pull enough to get out again.”

I suggested the pink she saw was the inside of the conch, and she agreed, stating that the color was “queen conch pink.”

She describes the “just relax” feeling as being very hard to shake, and the conch being much harder to get out of than it was to get in.

I explained that Khnum had the sensation of being sucked in violently. She had a much more delicate experience? She described it as fighting the current on the way out. Some of her energy was sucked into the conch and is currently stored there.

She also described feeling tentacles helping pull her in, and a pulsing sensation like that of a heartbeat.

Jelly came into the ward system to poke around. He came with no intent for harm, and nothing attacked him while he was there. He had trouble finding me in the ocean ward and asked for help from a giant octopus. The octopus grabbed him and flung him toward a giant clam shell. I instructed him to knock and describe what he saw: 

“Some sort of shell with a glowing spherical thing inside. The shell looks like a conch shell. I can’t tell the details of the area but it’s manifesting in my mind as a theatre and the shell is on the stage playing the song?? But that seems to be a glamour/illusion. Outside of the glamour, it seems to be on a regular table that is…brown in color?” (When I cast this part of the spell, I indeed set up a glamour for that very image and the physical shell was on my brown kitchen table at the time I cast).  “On the surface of my thoughts I feel calm, but my gut feeling knows it’s a trap. I feel like I’m slowly being coaxed into the shell.” I instructed Jelly to try and touch the shell. “I poked it and the suck intensified like 3000x. But I still resisted it and didn’t get sucked in, though you probably got a bit of my energy.”  I confirm that I did get a small amount of energy. He said he jumped back as soon as the sucking got stronger.

We did some additional testing, like throwing in negative feelings. The conch seems to eject anything that might harm me.

Kiley asked to test something with my wards. She wanted to see how her wards (which are nearly identical to mine) interact with my wards. When she came in, she described a feeling like two oceans meeting. I felt as though I were suddenly covered in water, with it filling my lungs. I felt a warm calm. Like family was with me.

I asked if she felt a warning layer at all, and to describe what she saw and felt.

“That was when I got the tenseness on my back and neck. After the warning layer. I heard the song and I found it nice and delightful. But I didn’t feel a need to follow it, per say. Part of that may have been because I know exactly what that is lol. And maybe because I didn’t come with the intent of malice or to attack at all. So it didn’t draw me in like I think it is meant to for others who are aiming to cause you harm.”

Final Results

The amount of energy you need to put into this is taxing, to be sure, but well worth the effort. The more you concentrate and reinforce the layers, the stronger they get.

The siren’s song is charged by singing. I’m compelled to sing constantly while wearing the pendant. The compulsion and love energy that’s required for the spell is… lovely. But it lasts a while. Possibly have an outlet for it when the spell is done. Blood and seawater anchor the shell battery and the shell conduit to each other and to myself.

Jellyfish not initially thick enough to reduce draw from outside layers. Thickened walls, but a “light” was perceived still (though dampened). I used squid ink and sea life to obscure the light, which seemed to work.

The description of a current which can be fought against is concerning, as I would prefer it to be impossible to escape, but it may not be a bad thing for escape to be possible. Eilena’s escape causes me to wonder what the effects would be on someone who got away? I have a bit of her energy in the shell. Is there a link? Will it continue to siphon slowly?

Note: Hubby came home and saw the altar with the conch on it. He touched the conch and some of his energy drained into it and filtered into my necklace. Kiley has the same ward, and at my request, had her significant other touch it. Same results. Energy drain, mild, no immediate reaction from either person, but definite feel in the necklace.

Addendum: Unwitting friend touched the pendant. It did not take energy from her.

Second Addendum: I work with someone who can see auras. She came up to me to tell me the shell was white when it just blended in with my orange the last time she saw me and asked what was different. I let her touch it and she described feeling electricity. Eilena’s energy has been feeding into me all day and I had described it to Eilena as feeling like electricity flowing through my veins, along with a vague feeling of being untouchable.

Third Addendum: Eilena cleansed herself right after coming out of the wards, so if a link was established, it was broken when she cleansed it. Results of this are unknown until further testing is done.

The ecosystem I created requires a lot of energy to sustain, but I charge it during my showers and it feels great. I worry that the salinity will eventually be low enough to mess with the life that is in the sphere, if a regular beach visit isn’t done. That’s a test for another day.

The shell layer seems very strong, as does the pearl. The octopus was a bit out of nowhere, as I didn’t intend for the life in my ecosystem to attack intruders but rather just be there for fun. I’m glad they double as protectors. The decoys work fairly well, though Eilena and Khnum were able to find me by using my image as a taglock. I think Jelly went for the idea of me rather than focusing on a taglock, to keep things fair.


There are a lot of factors that I didn’t anticipate. For example, I drew an octopus for a focus while creating the ocean layer, but I didn’t anticipate it becoming a guardian. I also didn’t anticipate the queen conch absorbing energy from humans who touch the physical shell. This can, of course, be tweaked if it doesn’t suit the needs of the person utilizing this shield. I, personally, am a fan of this unexpected twist.

The wards are strong and malleable. They are intricate, and versatile. They should stand up to just about anything that is thrown at them.

Thank you to the testers for putting themselves in harm’s way to help with this experiment.

Blind Date


Genre: Fluff

This wouldn’t be your first blind date. It’d be your tenth in three months. All of the past dates had gone horribly. The boys were too shy around you because you were a foreigner and you were too embarrassed to try and speak Korean. Apart from the language barrier, all of the boys had at least one trait that you despised; smokin, bad breath, wandering hands and eyes etc,. This was the last blind date that you would let yourself be pushed into. 

It was Sori, your roommates cousin. She hadn’t given you much information, only his name and the fact that he was two years older than you two were. He went to Kyung Hee just like you and had the same love for art as you did. According to Sori, you two would hit it off. But she’d said that about the ten others too. 

You went to the karaoke bar earlier than you had intended to. You decided to pass time at the mini bar and take a shot of soju. It was sad that the bartender already knew your name and the reason behind your presence at the bar.

“What’s his name?” He asked politely, while he dried glasses with a white table  of cloth. 

You smirked at the question and drowned the drink in one gulp. You winced at the strong taste but replied, “Jungkook,” 

The bartender whose name was Xiumin gave you a look of approval at the name. “What is he supposed to be wearing?” 

“A red jacket,” 

Xiumin looked at something behind you, “Contestant #11,  six o’ clock.” 

With newfound anxiety you turned around. A tall well figured man walked in through the double doors of the bar. He had dark hair which contrasted to his pale skin. Dark yet bright eyes that scanned the room looking for a girl wearing a flannel around her waist. He caught your gaze quickly and gave you a shy smile while before walking towards you.

Originally posted by sassyjungkooks

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This is my boyfriend and I. We are both members of Ballet Folklorico de Cal State Fullerton. We both suffer from a language barrier, meaning we don’t speak Spanish. All our lives, we have felt distant and afraid of our Mexican culture because of this barrier. However, having been immersed into this beautiful art, we have developed a love for its traditions and have finally gained a sense of belonging. Although language is a key aspect in any culture, it does not identify anyone’s ethnicity in any way. I identify as a non Spanish-speaking Latina and I have never been more proud of my Mexican roots.

skyeofskynet  asked:

Your translation of Herbert's poem gave me chills.

(reference post)

Thank you so much! It’s one of my favourite works of poetry in general, and perhaps the favourite out of Polish poetry. I always find it motivating, no matter how many times I read it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any work of art, be it poetry or prose or film or anything, that hits half as hard into the aesthetic of doing things because they need to be done and never using that as a moral high ground, as a reason to look down on anyone other than yourself, and expecting mockery and adversity instead of a reward.

Also, I’m not saying it’s pretty much “2017 mood”, but that’s exactly what I’m saying.

Neptune in the Houses- The Illusionary Thrill

Neptune in the First House- Who are you? Why do you float away like a puff of smoke just when I think I’ve worked you out? You’re other worldy, a spirit without a solid form here on Earth. And you’ll never be the same person twice.

Neptune in the Second House- Why do you desire safety in wealth and possession so much yet can never seem to grasp them for long, finding any assets so insubstantial when it should be your place of safety. Maybe it’s an illusion, a mirage from the planet of disillusion.

Neptune in the Third House- Your thoughts wisp away before you can truly grasp them, setting sail on a boat to somewhere of make believe, yet your imagination is so vivid that it becomes your place of safety. Your mind is not practical, yet spiritual. 

Neptune in the Fourth House- You never found stability from the home, no barriers, no safety net, yet there is some deep attachment here, even though you feel that there were no hands to catch you should you fall. You may have grown up in extreme or odd circumstances. 

Neptune in the Fifth House- You have an idealistic view of love, where you wish for your soul to be shattered and will not stand for anything less. You idealise those you love through rose tinted glasses, yet the fall from Grace can leave your knees bloody.

Neptune in the Sixth House- You have a talent for healing, incorporating spirituality into your daily routine and small tasks. You likely meet your sense of duty with a certain other worldliness, perhaps even preferring naturopathy than anything too artificial and man made. You may be interested in the healing/knowledge giving arts.

Neptune in the Seventh House- Partnership will be met with trust, maybe even leaving you vulnerable to those that wish to take advantage. You have a need to heal those you form attachment with, and may be attracted/attract those with demons and deep wounds. Be warned, yet you will be so spellbound you likely will not care.

Neptune in the Eighth House- Death will hold its hand out and appear to greet you as a friend, maybe even leaving you with feelings that the next life needs to be experienced now. When you grasp the hand of death, it shall turn to smoke. The underworld will pull you under its mist, but one day you shall breathe clearly again. 

Neptune in the Ninth House- Your holy grail is thought to be in your mind somewhere, somewhere through higher learning and travel, something that shall enlighten you with the purpose of life. Yet you may be left traveling for this for decades before you find your answer. It is possible you may never find it, or it may greet you with a flourish well into old age, in the delirium before passing.

Neptune in the Tenth House- Your strive for an ideal that may not exist, yet your career and point of power will never be structured, but perhaps based on something more spiritual/insubstantial. A stable career isn’t in your future, but a place of transcendence is, where you may even become something of a spiritual teacher to those around you. 

Neptune in the Eleventh House- Do you feel somewhat like a ghost when in public places? Well chances are, you have this placement. Neptune here can create unstable and passing relations with those around you, especially on a larger scale when it comes to humanitarian causes. The collective conscious may be somewhat stunted and not progressive enough for your liking, and you may find that empathy is lacking.

Neptune in the Twelfth House- That place of nirvana, the drug of selflessness and a lack of identity calls to you like a sea siren. You fall in love with nothingness, a place of deep rest, and you are deeply in touch with the collective subconscious and that which is not spoken aloud.