glitter veins

[Request] Each house as: a magical creature
  • Gryffindor: Centaur – fierce, independent, don’t mess w/ them but likE DON’T
  • Hufflepuff: Unicorn – precious, pure, glitter through their veins
  • Ravenclaw: Hippogriff – clever, can basically fly, BE POLITE TO THEM
  • Slytherin: Merpeople – mysterious, underwater, aesthetic: “long, wild, dark-green hair”

Aquarius rules the circulation system, it pumps the blood of the heart, that is,
the love of the sun throughout humanity. Aquarius is the sign of the humanitarian, so they are love scatterers, like melting vanilla drops across the sky. Uranus is the ruler of Aquarius, the tilted planet dazzling in the night, unique and kooky to the human eye. And it rains diamonds on Uranus, crystal showers, what a utopian dream. There is glitter in the Aquarius veins, these diamonds that infuse through the bloodstream they rule 
like stars shooting up their veins, cerebral toxicity, revolution, creativity, and beauty sprinkle through madly dancing thoughts
blending up all the colours from the heavens, bringing a new world into this one, glowing in the night like pastel neon fairy lights 
You can almost taste the ideas of Aquarius like candy in your mind

-C.

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The Hunters of Artemis aesthetic

Young intelligent women with glitter running
through their veins, eyes that sparkle as bright
as a million stars on a magical summer night.
A bond that lasts an eternity and brings you
closer to nature than you’ve ever been.
It’s like an endless adventure with your best friends.

requested by anonymous

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Aquarius - Galaxy Lemonade 

Aquarius rules the circulation system, it pumps the blood of the heart, that is,
the love of the sun throughout humanity. Aquarius is the sign of the humanitarian, so they are love scatterers, like melting vanilla drops across the sky. Uranus is the ruler of Aquarius, the tilted planet dazzling in the night, unique and kooky to the human eye. And it rains diamonds on Uranus, crystal showers, what a utopian dream. There is glitter in the Aquarius veins, these diamonds that infuse through the bloodstream they rule
like stars shooting up their veins, cerebral toxicity, revolution, creativity, and beauty sprinkle through madly dancing thoughts
blending up all the colours from the heavens, bringing a new world into this one, glowing in the night like pastel neon fairy lights
You can almost taste the ideas of Aquarius like candy in your mind

-C.

I just want to be the person you write poetry about. Not even good poetry. The poetry of 1 AM text messages that try to spell out love in sloppy metaphors about stars and smoking. The kind of poetry of a lonely windowpane in rain. The kind that swells up in your throat while you’re drunk so when you speak it into my voice-mail it’s just, “You’re so beautiful and goddammit I’m in love with you.” Rearranged letter magnets on the refrigerator kind of poetry. Small note in the jacket pocket kind of poetry. The wordless poetry when you’re staring out the black windows of an empty train. Half-rhymed abandoned words you scribble out between meetings and forget on your desk. I want to be the person you try for, the one you spend hours scratching your head and tugging on your hair trying to frame into language beyond “fuck everything else you’re all I care about.” I want to be unspeakable to you, but glittering in your veins so you feel like if you don’t talk about it you’ll explode into stardust. What I’m saying is I want to matter to you like you do to me. I’m saying write me poetry.

anonymous asked:

HI I DONT KNOW YOU AND YOU DONT KNOW ME BUT I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT NOTHING CAN STOP YOU IF YOU SMILE AS BRIGHT AS THE GLITTER IN YOUR VEINS SHINES!!! HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!

THANK YOUUUU!! THIS IS REALLY NICE, I APPRECIATE IT ANON 

You were born with a gun in your hands and a curse on your tongue.

You were born kicking and screaming and snarling like a cornered animal.

You were born with your middle fingers high in the air.

You were born with glitter in your veins and a rainbow in your hair.

Homemade bombs in your backpack and a pack of matches in your pocket.

The world is your fucking oyster and you’re the shiniest pearl of the lot.

You painted a target on your back and you welcome the crowd it draws.

Let them come, let them come.

You were born with a gun in your hands and a curse on your tongue.

Erebor headcanon

I like to believe that when the dwarves restored Erebor, they used Kintsugi.
So now all the entrance, the throne, and he great halls are lined with veins of glittering gold. A never-ending reminder of the tragedy of dragon-fire and the dwarves strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Their ability to overcome the past.
And most importantly, a warning against the greatest danger of gold; the sirens song know as dragon sickness.