i am the original i am the light

not to sound like an old lady but I remember……

  • back when there weren’t hacks and we all had to duplicate crap with that turn-off-your-wifi-when-the-session-is-ending-at-the-exact-right-moment
  • when clover paths blew up in popularity and we all shared the same pain of having to dupe for hours and hours to fill our towns with clovers and WHOA I FOUND A FOUR LEAF CLOVER I WONDER IF THAT MAKES ME LUCKY
  • I remember when all the drama was on acnlconfessions and about 50% of it was furries
  • that infamous club tortimer troll guy who made me cry that one time and wow that was so stupid omg
  • “why is marshal so popularrrrr I only liek the UGLY villagersss” - about 30% of submissions to confession blogs
  • when I sold marshal to someone for 40 million bells omg
  • beetle farming for hours and hours to pay off them loans because once again NO HACKS
  • kind souls posting their high turnip prices and letting people come to their towns to sell, those people saved my life
  • the great pastel vs. forest towns debate (is that still a thing?)
  • when the sloppy set was a Huge Deal and now I never see it??
  • north tbh, I miss it
  • dream suite: “is that a bra rack”
  • debates about whether or not tom nook is really evil
  • discovering that you could put ur kk music on shuffle = mind blown
  • the excitement of discovering various new features in acnl for the first time- gem rocks, the clam shell music boxes, bamboo!! amazing!!
  • the term “dreamies” I rarely see it anymore and I am grateful for that
  • and also why did everyone hate jambette so much
  • plot resetting for HOURS
  • when everyone posted jumping-in-puddle pics
  • “don’t ever wear a crown to club tortimer”
  • villagers vs. pets tag (’: 

maaaan those were simpler times maaaan

You Bring Out the Mexican in Me

by Sandra Cisneros

You bring out the Mexican in me.
The hunkered thick dark spiral.
The core of a heart howl.
The bitter bile.
The tequila lágrimas on Saturday all
through next weekend Sunday.
You are the one I’d let go the other loves for,
surrender my one-woman house.
Allow you red wine in bed,
even with my vintage lace linens.
Maybe. Maybe.

For You.

You bring out the Dolores del Rio in me.
The Mexican spitfire in me.
The raw navajas, glint and passion in me.
The raise Caine and dance with the rooster-footed devil in me.
The spangled sequin in me.
The eagle and serpent in me.
The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me.
The Aztec love of war in me.
The fierce obsidian of the tongue in me.
The berrinchuda, bien-cabrona in me.
The Pandora’s curiosity in me.
The pre-Columbian death and destruction in me.
The rainforest disaster, nuclear threat in me.
The fear of fascists in me.
Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

You bring out the colonizer in me.
The holocaust of desire in me.
The Mexico City ’85 earthquake in me.
The Popocatepetl Ixtaccíhuatl in me.
The tidal wave of recession in me.
The Agustín Lara hopeless romantic in me.
The barbacoa taquitos on Sunday in me.
The cover the mirrors with cloth in me.

Sweet twin. My wicked other,
I am the memory that circles your bed nights,
that tugs you taut as moon tugs ocean.
I claim you all mine,
arrogant as Manifest Destiny.
I want to rattle and rent you in two.
I want to defile you and raise hell.
I want to pull out the kitchen knives,
dull and sharp, and whisk the air with crosses.
Me sacas lo mexicana en mi,
like it or not, honey.

You bring out the Uled-Nayl in me.
The stand-back-white-bitch in me.
The switchblade in the boot in me.
The Acapulco cliff diver in me.
The Flecha Roja mountain disaster in me.
The dengue fever in me.
The !alarma¡ murderess in me.
I could kill in the name of you and think
it worth it. Brandish a fork and terrorize rivals,
female and male, who loiter and look at you,
languid in your light. Oh,

I am evil. I am the filth goddess Tlazoltéotl.
I am the swallower of sins.
The lust goddess without guilt.
The delicious debauchery. You bring out
the primordial exquisiteness in me.
The nasty obsession in me.
The corporal and venial sin in me.
The original transgression in me.

Red ocher. Yellow ocher. Indigo. Cochineal.
Piñón. Copal. Sweetgrass. Myrhh.
All you saints, blessed and terrible,
Virgen de Guadalupe, diosa Coatlicue,
I invoke you.

Quiero ser tuya. Only yours. Only you.
Quiero amarte. Atarte. Amarrarte.
Love the way a Mexican woman loves. Let
me show you. Love the only way I know how.

Protection Spell for Queer Folks

Yes, I made this in Paint. Yes, I’m a disgrace.

Anyway, the spell is as follows:

  • Set up 3 pink candles in a triangular fashion. You can carve protective sigils into them if desired.
  • Make the lines of the triangle with pink Himalayan salt.

Protip: Do this spell on newspaper or a big piece of cloth so you can pick up all the salt at once instead of having to sweep it up.

  • Place a protective stone on one side, a concealing stone on another side, and a stone for love/kindness on the other (shown above).
  • Place the item to be enchanted in the middle of the triangle. 
  • Light the candles.
  • Focus your intent. I repeated a simple chant: 

“I am loved. I am shielded. 

I am safe. I am protected.”

  • Watch the candles as they burn down and continue focusing.
  • Keep the enchanted item on you for protection. Save the stones; they can be reused for whatever you want.

Happy pride and stay safe!

Poison Ivy’s Immunity - a candle spell to keep out negativity

Originally posted by chipsprites

*inspired by Ivy’s physical immunity to poisons*

- Green, red and Black Candles
- black thread (I recommend Embroidery floss)
- paper
- pen
- Sigil
- fireproof bowl

- get into a quiet space where you wont be disturbed
- Cast a circle around yourself
- if you do not intend to use these candles again, carve the sigil into them
- wrap the black thread around the candles in tight, secure X’s. 
- set them around your fire proof bowl from red to green to black and light them. 
- draw your sigil on paper and burn It in the bowl. 
- hold your hand above the red candle, far enough away that you can not feel the heat and think/ say: “By the light of this candle I am adaptable, and any who come at me with fire will find that I am not flammable.”
- Move your hand over the green candle and say/think: “by this candle’s power, I will not tolerate jealousy, nor any kind of devilry”
- over the black candle, say/think: “ By this candle’s Fire, I banish negativity and send it all way from me”
- Blow out your candles and dispose of any waste. 
- live your life with less negativity!

- Aesa <3 (thanks to @ivy-and-the-green for the idea)
This is my original spell, do not repost on any platform without my explicit permission. Reblogging is okay, reposting is not
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When you ask me what I’m thinking, know that when I say nothing, I mean nothing that I can articulate. Because the sparks running through my neurons are as understandable as lightning flipping the sky’s light switch on. I am confused with so much clarity, I gain perspective only from my point of view, I am vividly passionate about my apathy, and my craving for life is fulfilled by depriving myself of it.
—  Original quote by theinevitableloss - thanks! :)

anonymous asked:

Prinxiety request Virgil and Roman doesn't see eye to eye The art & theatre classes being joined together hasnt made it any easier They get assigned as partners in their theatre/art class The project is to make an original play and draw the background Roman wants to do a romantic play while virgil wants dark mysterious They start arguing and virgil says whats so special about romance and roman grabs virgil by his shirt and says the passion and kisses him to prove his point but really likes it

Anonymous said: 15 with prinxiety

Here you are non’s. Its short as heck, but its fluffy? 

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“Not that I looked, but you’ve got a nice butt” Roman commented offhandedly as they were looking through various colored paints in the large empty auditorium. Virgil was donning a pair of tight faded black jeans crouched down behind a lovely shade of deep lavender, and well, it was hard to take just a peek at his figure as he flicked through the folder of props and images up for usage.

Virgil shook his head sighing. “Roman, we’re supposed to be working on this damn background. Stop pulling that dumb flirtatious act and tell me what theme we are going for.”   He requested, slightly grumpy.

Roman frowned in thought. “Well, personally I think we could do a wonderful Romantic play!” He said pointing in the air. Getting more excited as he spoke. “Roses and dancing and kisses in the moonlight.” He said dreamily listing the items off on his fingers.

“Pfft, What’s so special about all that?”  Virgil faked a yawn and paused.  He looked up darkly, “Why not something dark, mysterious. Leave our audience questioning everything, and maybe even give them a fright.”  He said with a dark smirk watching Romans instant change in demeanor.

“What? Dark and mysterious? Scare the lovely crowd? You can’t really think that is better than the perfection that is a Romantic Play” Roman huffed, donning a pout.

Virgil shrugged, standing and strolling to the left. Roman swore he wiggled his arse on purpose as he crouched back down beside some pastel blues and greens.  “I just don’t see what’s so special about it. A man and woman, fall in love, slow burner, usually something tries to stop their love, they beat it, happily ever after.. It’s just… Not special.”  He said waving his hand to the side for effect.

Roman folded his arms.

“Perhaps you just don’t understand it”  The words stung enough to make Virgil stand and turn around.

“Don’t understand what princey?” He asked, stalking forwards slightly.

Roman swallowed his heart that was jumping into his throat. He was determined to convince Virgil that a Romantic play was the best and only option. Even if it meant revealing his own heart in the process.

“What don’t I understand about lovey-dovey plays?“  Virgil asked again, making quotations on the ‘lovey-dovey’  at Romans odd hesitance at a response.

“The passion.”

“Passion? What passion, most of the kisses and other mushy stuffs acting, none of them are really in love.”

“Not always”

“Really?” Virgil asked, daringly. “Prove it.”

Roman stepped forward, one large stride and he was directly before Roman. Leaning only a few inches above him. His soft hands swiftly gripped the fabric of his hoodie, tugging closer the extremely confused Virgil.

Virgil’s eyes darted left and right, he swallowed hard at the lump in his throat.  “R-ro?-”  

He was cut off, Roman leaning forward and down, his lips caught Virgil’s, noses bonking as he found a good angle.

Virgil’s cheeks warmed, His heart sped up.  His eyelids fluttered shut.

He almost let himself melt before Roman let him go slowly. Finally out of air, his mind reeling.

Roman tried to maintain composed, voice betraying him. “Did.. That feel real?”

Virgil blinked numbly, stunned.

“Virgil”  He clicked his fingers, hiding his smile.

“ I- Uhm.. it-.. I -i guess?”

Virgil’s face heats further at the mumbling stutter that leaves him. Red spreading across his pale cheeks. ‘Good going, you’ve blown it,  just walk away, run away Virgil, just leave before you make it worse ‘

“A-a-and End scene?” He stutters, turning and stumbling away from him as fast and as embarrassingly as possible.

Roman is left, smiling giddily watching is love leave. His finger ghosted over his own lips and his chest thumped loudly again. He wasn’t sure that the point got across but he’d be awfully happy to prove it again.

I surround myself with people
who use me as a lantern in the night
a guide, safety, light-
they burn my midnight oil until
i am a seared wick, until 
i am nothing more than 
a broken tool
they toss me out when I 
have none to give

Cold and alone, rusting in the garden
I feel myself grow bitter,
grow lonelier
what good am I if my light doesn’t last forever?
is it better to sit in the dark like this?
it must be
here, alone, in the quiet, 
i can only disappoint myself 

You come along in the distance
I can’t see your face or hear your laugh
but your kind words touch my ears, 
liven up the dark parts of my soul
and I am suddenly new, suddenly burning
not a lantern, but a star
just like you,
that cannot be used up 
by unkind wanderers 

We may not feel the closeness of each other
and our lives might be miles apart,
but knowing you,
seeing your words
has made me 
into the brightest version 
of who I can be

—  to the stars in my sky- thank you // hnl 2017

06.22.2017 // 12:50 AM

hello i am back. im so sorry for the inactivity. i am not feeling good for the past few months?? haha. i hope you understand.

actually i originally planned to make a studyblr to serve as inspiration, but i find that it isnt as effective as i thought it would be. but thats okay since nobody is required to do something they dont like just to fit in. i dont really feel obligated to keep anything alive if that means stripping myself of my own life.

but here, have a flatlay with bad photo quality because filters can save how bad the lighting is at my room haha. i still enjoyed every moment i am here, since i log in if i only want to. but i still appreciate the tips i read from hear, i even enjoy reading them. if it also werent for the community, i wouldnt have learned bullet journalling. it saved my life from a whole lot of trouble.

for the first time, you guys make me feel appreciated and i love the community so much for the warmth the people give. thank you so so much.

nah, im not saying goodbye or anything, i just want everyone to know that im still alive. also a quick reminder to take care of yourself by doing whatever you want to do. see you soon!!! hope everyone continues to do what they love!!!

Ballet Boy

category: fluff, angst-ish

tw: none (if i forgot one or wasn’t aware of one pls tell me)

word count: 8,796

When Dan was little he used to spend his Friday afternoons in the corner of the local gym, watching his older sister do pirouette after pirouette with the other girls of her ballet class. He would wonder how she didn’t get dizzy from all the spinning, because he couldn’t even walk straight after only three turns, let alone do a cartwheel or one of those amazing jumps.

Ellen was three years older than him, which was why their parents had told her to look after Dan when they came home late on Fridays. Of course, she never would miss a lesson just to look after her brother. Oh no. With the permission of her teacher she took Dan with her, sat him down in the corner with his brand new game boy, telling him to play one of those weird Pokémon games.

The first time he had come with her he had quickly discarded his video game in order to watch her dance. Dan loved watching her dance. She always looked so happy whenever she did something correctly. The other girls were really nice as well. They all were between five and ten years old. Older girls had class on another day in a different group. The advanced group. Dan had seen them dance once at a show of his sister. He knew Ellen wanted to train a lot so she could join them when she turned eleven.

Keep reading

eliza and alex poly!relationship

a/n: so i am trying out a new format for my headcanons, please give me some feedback to which format you like better!!

  • so how does a poly relationship with eliza and alex start?
    • eliza is dating alex originally and alex and her are very good friends with you ideally. and alex notices that he is starting to look at you in a different light but that he still sees eliza in the same way
    • so he sits down with her and tells her that ‘hey, you know this person? i think they are wonderful and i think i am starting to fall in love with them but i love you so much as well’
    • and she gets really smiley and she tells him that she thinks that you are wonderful as well but she has just been too afraid of ruining things with him so they both would just declare their love for you at the same time and they would explain the situation and if you would have them, they would love to date you 
  • what is your morning schedule like?
    • so eliza is usually the first person to wake up and she is very much a morning person so she will make coffee for herself and she’ll just get up and maybe make waffles or pancakes for the three of you and she always showers in the morning
    • and she makes does little foam designs in the coffee and each of you has your own special mug and she’s just so domestic and loves mornings
    • alex is usually the last person to wake up because of his tendency to stay up late so sometimes he doesn’t even wake up until four in the afternoon and he is such a grump when he firsts wakes up and he hasn’t had any coffee or anything
    • he has this special dark green mug that he loves to death so when that mug is in the dishwasher, he will literally open the dishwasher up, take it out, have like five cups of coffee and then put it back in
  • what is your night schedule like?
    • eliza stays up semi late because she wants to make sure that you and alex are in bed with her and that you two are getting enough sleep because you are the loves of her life and staying up until four am and getting two hours of sleep is not healthy and she won’t tolerate it because she doesn’t like to see either of you stressed or fatigued
    • eliza gets some nightmares sometimes that either or both of her partners left her and she doesn’t really tell you when she gets the nightmares but she gets really upset after them
    • alex takes his showers at midnight and he usually (if both of you ask him to) comes to bed and lays with you both
    • eliza is a small spoon, you are her large spoon and alex is your big spoon  but that’s just for cuddling- eliza falls asleep curled up to either you or alex, alex has his arm wrapped around you and eliza
  • who shows what types of affection?
    • eliza is hands down the one who gives the most physical contact- she loves hand holding and kissing each other on the cheeks and hugging and kissing each other in general. she loves giving physical gestures of affection and her heart melts when she receives gestures of affection
    • she also loves gardening although she is pretty bad at it but nevertheless, eliza plants flowers for you and alex
    • alex is the one who is always getting gifts for his partners- he has notebooks upon notebooks filled with love sonnets for you and eliza and he is very flustered whenever you or eliza bring it up but he loves watching the effect his words have on both of you
    • alex can also cook if he really tries so when he is in an especially good mood, he will make dinner for you, eliza and him. eliza will make dessert after he’s done cooking 

meisiu’s base game starter home challenge!

i was tagged by @peonypyxels bc she likes 2 see me suffer


  • Must be under 20k.
  • Include basic necessities (A bed, stove, fridge, toilet, shower etc.)
  • Base game only & no cc

Once the build is created, share some screenshots and challenge some people. You may put your houses for download if you want. Tag your posts #BGSHC and on the gallery as well(:

so i am rly bad with building and taking interior pics so enjoy the subtle light leaks i slapped on my photos bc i am a slut 4 light leaks

if you’re interested in this house (????) u can find it on the gallery under my origin ID hellokanye. it may say it has CC in there, but i triple checked and there is literally no CC?? but i do have mods in my game so it may be registering that!!! 

idk who has/hasn’t done this but im taggin @tinybittoxic, @simgerale, @bratsims, @peonypyxels again bc i h8 her and like ???? anyone who wants to do this can say i tagged them!!!!

i am becoming an invisible man

there soon will be
nothing left of me

the words that I write
I tear from my soul
with each one I pull out
I become less than the whole

i am becoming an invisible man

for each word that I birth
there is a price to be paid
I am less of this earth
as I slowly fade

I am becoming an invisible man

what you will see
is what used to be

traces becoming ever frail

pulled into times vapor trail

I am an invisible man

yet, the light of hope

torliway  asked:

Hey,I wanted to say thank you!I adore through Lenses Eye:) May I ask for a continuation?Maybe Palps decides to issue 66 after sending few assassins to (un)successfully take care of his reporters problem?Anyway,whatever you write in that universe will be welcomed with open arms and a smile for making my life better:)Thanks

The clones were attacking the temple.

The Supreme Chancellor had declared the Jedi traitors and the clones were attacking but there was something not right about the way it was happening, the way they were repeating. ‘Good soldiers follow orders.’ As they marched and laid siege to the building so familiar with them.

The mix of red, orange, green, blue and purple, every garrison on Coruscant at the moment.

Somehow the Jedi had been prepared and had set up barricades at the temple entrances, every possible sealed but guarded by those on the dead planet covered in buildings. Or perhaps not prepared but always ready to defend themselves with makeshift solutions.

As smoke plumed towards the sky, the journalist team filmed it all, frightened Jedi younglings with their creche masters, padawans sealing off the hanger doors and knights setting up guard positions with masters all over the temple, their recordings playing on all emergency channels over Coruscant.

And ever more important, the first in line like Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker at the entrance of the great halls of the Jedi temple, its statues overturned with the Force to create barricades.

“What’s even happening!?” Ahsoka yelled, catching sight of all to familiar blue symbol carrying armor.

“I don’t know but keep them from the temple Ahsoka!” Anakin snarled, reaching out and snapping his fist shut, sending yet another trooper passed out to the ground as sweat rolled down the blonds temple from exertion.

They were doing their best to avoid lethal actions but it was getting almost impossible.

It did help that Rex, Fives and Kix were all seemingly unaffected and were doing their best to keep the vods from coming up the stairs too, blasters set on stun though Rex seemed ready to go for the kill the closer the troopers were getting to the steps of the temple.

Not far from them, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at the troopers as he wondered what made Rex and the other two different, before widening in realization as he stared at Fives, his lips forming the word ‘chips’ unnoticed to everyone else.

Deactivating his blade and placing it on his belt, Obi-Wan reached out into Fives mind with a single focus, finding the deactivated chip, memorizing it, its shape, its feel and its context before pulling back once again.

“…Let the light from inside shine.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft, almost unnoticeable over the sound of blaster fire and the whir of machines and the cries of men in battle. “For the path is dark and I see no other light.”

But Anakin had been attuned to his master for as long as he had been the mans padawan and he turned to him, cursing as he barely dodged a bolt.

“The battle is wrought, our sacrifices blood worn and the enemy great but my light still shines its brightest and shall not break.” His voice wasn’t gaining volume but somehow he was the only thing that mattered to Anakin as Obi-Wan stood there, every blast missing him even as it ruffled up hair and clothes.

“I am the shield and the spear, I am the swift wings of light, undeniable in the darkness that brightens the shadows. And I shall not be denied, I shall not be stopped and I shall not yield. For my light shines eternal.” And with closed eyes, Obi-Wan took a step forward.

“Obi-Wan!?” Anakin snarled in shock before freezing, feeling a massive build up in the Force that was originating from the redhead and something tickling against his rather impressive shields and he almost feared what he’d see if he turned his gaze into Force Sight.

He watched Obi-Wan slide around the fallen statues made into barricades and take two more steps until he reached the steps of the temple and knew he wasn’t the only one watching.

“Skyguy?” Ahsoka whispered, her hands clamped to her head and she wasn’t the only one. “What’s he doing?” The togruta whimpered. “Its like bells are going off in my head!”

Was it just Anakin or was Obi-Wan glowing?

They watched as the redhead lifted a hand towards the trooper, palm flat and facing up, yet another blaster missing him but ruffling his tunics once again.

Slowly Obi-Wan closed his hand, fingers curled into his hands until he had a fist and then squeezed.

Like puppets cut of their strings, the troopers fell to the ground but a hiss from his side distracted Anakin, making him turn to his padawan to where Ahsoka was having a sever nosebleed with her hands clamped to her head even harder and Anakin’s own shields taking a sudden battering.

It was now obvious Obi-Wan was glowing as he turned back to the temple opening his fist as his eyes flickered beneath his lids before he repeated his motion six more times, each time he did Ahsoka whimpered or cried out until even Anakin could feel Obi-Wan moving through the Force as if he was pure light, having his own nosebleed from the massive amount of Force in motion.

And after every squeezed fist, reports of troopers falling to the ground, alive but unconscious reached their comms.

Anakin lifted his eyes to his husband, watching the glowing form with baited breath as he glowed like a miniature sun on the steps of the Jedi temple.

“Obi-Wan?” He whispered shakily, wiping blood of his bottom lip as Rex rushed to Ahsoka’s side to help his commander, reports of all attacks halted reaching them with obvious relief from those on the comms.

With that Obi-Wan collapsed to the ground, convulsing as the light left him, leaving behind just Obi-Wan and with a snarled curse, Anakin vaulted over the statue to the redhead’s side as the other convulsed harder and harder.