green children of gods and dreams


jojen appreciation week: day 1 - favourite quote(s)
“You’re a greenseer.” “No,” said Jojen, “only a boy who dreams. The greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world. The gods give many gifts, Bran. My sister is a hunter. It is given to her to run swiftly, and stand so still she seems to vanish. She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. She can breathe mud and fly through trees. I could not do these things, no more than you could. To me the gods gave the green dreams, and to you… you could be more than me, Bran. You are the winged wolf, and there is no saying how far and high you might fly… if you had someone to teach you. How can I help you master a gift I do not understand? We remember the First Men in the Neck, and the children of the forest who were their friends… but so much is forgotten, and so much we never knew.”

Not Low

We used to get high in cul-de-sacs

Imagine a house for the each of us,

Rolled, burned, no evidence.

Children of God, heaven sent

And even if it made no sense

We’d laugh away any sadness.

God help us.

Grass sitting

Day dreaming

Green spliffing

Joke riffing

No meme gifing,

We didn’t have all that.

Products of a past

That never grew up

Under influenced but we don’t give up

We move on and stay,



Greek God

What they would be like as a Greek God head-cannons.

Which include their power, what they grant, types of offerings and amount of children, as well as the place they stay. 

This post is because I’ve had a great interest in Greek Mythology since I was young so I imagined a Greek God AU, perhaps I’ll make some scenarios based off of this.There has been a Military AU so why not a Greek God AU.

If you were able to serve and be loved by any of these Gods which one would it be?

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Doctor!Tim: Sub-Drop

Ah, I wanted to follow up this little thing because of reasons like angst and hurt/comfort. It’s all self-indulgent tho >.<  I’ve read Sub/Dom fics but there’s so many ways to interpret the ‘drop’ so I might have completely screwed it up, but I really wanted to give it a go?

And for the wonderful babe that sent me the kick-ass Ask about Ra’s in this world: I have some other things I want to do before scariness like that, but it will eventually happen. Promise. When it does, I’m coming back to THAT ASK.  :D 


His brain isn’t functioning at full capacity, tongue too thick in his mouth, “j-just a few minutes…I need—” and the drop hits.

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Fic: Wednesday’s Child (2/?)

Title: Wednesday’s Child
Summary: The next time Emma Swan wanted magical help, she was on her own. Because now they were stuck with a pint-sized savior who clearly had an attitude problem and a terrified but pretending not to be pre-pirate.
Spoilers: If you’re current, we’re good.
Rating/Warning: PG-13, mostly for safety. Family angst/fluff, as per usual.
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time and its characters were created by Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz and are owned by ABC. I’m just borrowing them but I’ll put them back when I’m finished!



At and below.


Snow White paced the length of the living room while bouncing a fussy Neal on her hip. The bouncing was an attempt to calm Neal’s nerves but the pacing was an attempt to calm hers. The phone call she’d just received from her stepmother had sent her anxiety skyrocketing.

“Did Regina say what she wanted to talk to us about?” Charming asked softly. His concerned eyes followed Snow on her journey from one end of the room to the other and back again.

Snow shook her head. “She just said that something happened when she was with Emma and Killian and showing us would be easier than telling us.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “She swore no one was hurt but she sounded kind of panicked, Charming.”

It was precisely the distress in Regina’s tone that had set Snow pacing the living room. A worried parent’s mind could go from zero to crisis in under three seconds and after that phone call, Snow couldn’t help but think the worst.

Regina hadn’t said that everyone was all right, just that no one was hurt. Even after Snow asked, she hadn’t put Emma or Killian on the phone. And she had insisted on driving over to the farmhouse with Killian and Emma in tow while refusing to tell Snow why they couldn’t just poof there.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

A knock on the front door thankfully interrupted Snow’s spiraling thoughts. She rushed to the front door, Charming hot on her heels. Since she still had a fussy baby in her arms, Charming wasted not a moment in reaching around her and pulling the door open.

On their porch stood Regina Mills, who was so nervous that she was literally wringing her hands. “Now, before you say a word, just know that I will find a way to set things right.”

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Sylvia Plath reads The Ghost’s Leavetaking, written 1958

 Enter the chilly no-man’s land of about
 Five o'clock in the morning, the no-color void
 Where the waking head rubbishes out the draggled lot
 Of sulfurous dreamscapes and obscure lunar conundrums
 Which seemed, when dreamed, to mean so profoundly much,

 Gets ready to face the ready-made creation
 Of chairs and bureaus and sleep-twisted sheets.
 This is the kingdom of the fading apparition,
 The oracular ghost who dwindles on pin-legs
 To a knot of laundry, with a classic bunch of sheets

 Upraised, as a hand, emblematic of farewell.
 At this joint between two worlds and two entirely
 Incompatible modes of time, the raw material
 Of our meat-and-potato thoughts assumes the nimbus
 Of ambrosial revelation. And so departs.

 Chair and bureau are the hieroglyphs
 Of some godly utterance wakened heads ignore:
 So these posed sheets, before they thin to nothing,
 Speak in sign language of a lost otherworld,
 A world we lose by merely waking up.

 Trailing its telltale tatters only at the outermost
 Fringe of mundane vision, this ghost goes
 Hand aloft, goodbye, goodbye, not down
 Into the rocky gizzard of the earth,
 But toward a region where our thick atmosphere

 Diminishes, and God knows what is there.
 A point of exclamation marks that sky
 In ringing orange like a stellar carrot.
 Its round period, displaced and green,
 Suspends beside it the first point, the starting

 Point of Eden, next the new moon’s curve.
 Go, ghost of our mother and father, ghost of us,
 And ghost of our dreams’ children, in those sheets
 Which signify our origin and end,
 To the cloud-cuckoo land of color wheels

 And pristine alphabets and cows that moo
 And moo as they jump over moons as new
 As that crisp cusp towards which you voyage now.
 Hail and farewell. Hello, goodbye. O keeper
 Of the profane grail, the dreaming skull.

thelastautumnleaf asked: Do you know any good detective/mystery books? Maybe even some fantasy cross-overs?

Thanks so much for the question! The books above are all mysteries, some detective novels, that have fantastical elements to them. If you want ones that are straight mystery too, then check out my blog post here for even more suggestions! I hope that you find something you’re interested in on here! 

1. Stealing Shadows by Kay Hooper- sidenote, she lets people add her on Facebook which I think is fun!

“There are things in the human mind that are not meant to be seen or touched, things seldom even acknowledged by our conscious selves. Fantasies, impulses, rages, hatreds, primitive instincts. They’re buried deep, usually, and that’s where they belong.”

2. The Diviners by Kay Hooper

“Some mornings, she’d wake and vow, Today, I will get it right. I won’t be such an awful mess of a girl. I won’t lose my temper or make unkind remarks. I won’t go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I’ll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves. But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She’d say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She’d take a dare she shouldn’t, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all? “Oh, Evie, you’re too much,” people said, and it wasn’t complimentary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time. So why wasn’t she ever enough?”

3. Storm Front by Jim Butcher

“Paranoid? Probably. But just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.”

4. Duma Key by Stephen King

“God always punishes us for what we can’t imagine.”

5. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”

6. The Man with the Golden Torc by Simon R. Green

“You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.”

Thanks again for the question! Happy reading!


anonymous asked:

the reigning starks (jon and robb) have been nicknamed the white wolf and the young wolf. What do you think the other starks names would be? aka sansa as the red wolf/winged wolf? or arya the lone wolf?

Hey–This is a tricky one to answer without delving into book canon, though I believe you’re asking about show canon specifically.  Both D&D and GRRM have asserted that the books and the show are different, and it makes points of overlap tricky to talk about and this is one point of overlap that I think needs to be broken down to include discussion of the books because you bring up two epithets that are very important in the books for thematic reasons and which are (if I’m remembering correctly) never once mentioned in the show: the winged wolf and the lone wolf. 

I’ll do my best to delineate between canons though!

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anonymous asked:


  • Why I like them- he’s really complex and has a fascinating character trait design?? like he’s arrogant, but cripplingly insecure. he’s rude and childish, but is very desperately loyal to his friends and team. he’s usually so cool and calculating, but when it came down to it at the last moment, he relied on an emotional impulse ((tossing to Iwaizumi in a time of crisis during their Karasuno match))
  • Why I don’t- 
  • Favorite episode- “Oikawa Tooru is Not a Genius” 
  • Favorite season- I feel like they made him hotter in season two?? am i wrong??
  • Favorite line- “Suddenly I feel invincible.” 
  • Favorite outfit- the Seijou where it’s mostly the blue/green color.
  • OTP- Iwaoi but low key oisuga
  • Brotp- Oikawa with his nephew is always the cutest thing in fics
  • Head Canon- He lotions his skin daily with flowery smelling things and wears female-targeted perfume because “If I want to smell like a Cherry Blossom Dream I will Iwa-chan, you can’t stop me!!” 
  • Unpopular opinion- akaashi’s prettier fight me
  • A wish- less angsty iwaois like please my children are starving
  • An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen- for him to actually get seriously injured and not be able to play volleyball anymore?? like how tragic would it be for him to lose his dream.
  • 5 words to best describe them- leader, insecure, intelligent, talented, determined 
  • My nickname for them- the grand king of my heart, nerdkawa