i just want to have more connections

anonymous asked:

Woah... Didn't expect my comment about wanting Robert to be there for Aaron to get so much support. That's nice. Robron clearly does still work. Feeling good right now 😀 I just think when the chemistry and connection between two people is that good then you can work through stuff. They just gotta work on communication.

I didn’t even realise it had. There’s still a few of us here who still feel the same. It’s not only the chemistry and love they have for each other, it’s also how much they make each other happy because they do. They’ve never been more happy. If they want it to work then they will.


A LuNyx fanfic set in my Kingsglaive AU where Nyx works as a bodyguard for Luna regularly unless ordered to battle. He also helps her sneak out of the palace to explore the city when she wants to.

Summary: Luna tries to find solace on the death anniversary of her mother.

Author’s Note: I finished this just in time for me to celebrate having 100 followers. Yay! Anyway, This is just a simple idea that had been sitting in my brain for a long while. I just had to write it before work gets hectic again. 

This story doesn’t have to be connected with the trilogy that came before, but if you wish to connect it, it comes after “Meddling Rumors and Hidden Truths” and before “Something More.”

I hope you guys like it! 

She didn’t plan to be outside that afternoon, and yet here she was, sauntering onto the public street where faces that passed failed to recognize her. They were too busy, too engrossed with their own lives, that they didn’t notice the Princess Oracle walking among them in broad daylight. But Luna never really sought their attention. She was just here to obey whatever her feet wanted to do. And that is to escape. 

No, she wasn’t in any form of danger. No Niflheim ships to take her away. No daemons that had managed to penetrate through the shield that covered Insomnia.

It was the palace itself.

There were just too many things that overwhelmed her thoughts. Too many things that reminded her of the sorrow she thought she had already forgotten. No, it wasn’t the home that she was brought up in, but still, it was familiar. The marbled halls, the crystalline chandeliers, the ornamented chairs - they all brought back the memories of those days when she still lived in the Tenebraean palace as a little girl, when her mother was still the world’s Oracle.

Don’t let your heart be weary, her mother would say.

Luna tried. Heavens know she tried so hard. Every year, she had been following the tradition, walking onto the path that led to the grave and placing white lilies onto the well-carved headstone. She’d ask the same old question and recall the answer that was given to her.

“Mother, how can I rid myself of this inner sorrow?”

Another one like it would take it away, my child. Another sorrow.

The words were as clear as day. It had been one of the last things she had heard her say when there was a different reason for sadness. As a child, she didn’t fully understand it. When her mother was taken away from her, she figured that the tradition was the answer because, maybe, revisiting the cause of the hidden grief was “another sorrow”. For twelve years, it was the answer. But she realized she was wrong to assume that. Especially that, now, she lived in safety within the walls of the crown city that was far away from her birthplace. In this city that she had adopted as her home, the princess couldn’t do what she had always done. There was no path to the grave, no lilies in her palms, no comfort in tradition.

There was just grief in her loss from long ago. Just the question and the her mother’s vague words.

And so, Luna walked on the Insomnian street still trying to find this other sorrow. She passed through people and mundane things. She walked on narrow alleys and made turns to more pathways. She climbed stairs until her feet had lost their energy to move forward.

Somehow, she ended up facing a familiar door. The blue paint had cracks. The brass on the knob had faded.

She knocked. No answer. She knocked a couple of times more but it was obvious that he wasn’t home.

She remembered the time that he had told her about his new apartment. She requested to see it and, with almost no qualms, he did what she asked. Then, she remembered him mentioning about a spare key.

The memory made her move quickly to lift the dusty doormat that had the yellow “WELCOME” lettering embroidered on it. It didn’t take much effort to find the key that was hiding under it. She grabbed it and used it to unlock the door. She pushed and, soon, she found what she was expecting. A Leather couch and a small television in front of it. Small shelves for a few books. A door to a one-person bedroom. A dining table and three wooden chairs that matched its faded color. The dimmed home looked the same as the first time she had seen it.

Luna didn’t know exactly why she was here and why she had entered knowing that he was out. Even so, she continued to let her eyes and feet be the masters of this wandering.

In a little while, she had found a corkboard that was displayed on a small table. Pinned on it were pictures and newspaper clippings. Her fingers aimlessly skimmed the old paper and imagined what prompted him to place these mementos for him to see them everyday. She stopped when she saw a photo of two smiling women. One was older and the other younger. His mother and his sister. One was still living and the other…


Luna stopped and instantly faced the source of the harsh call.

A man stood at the door. His hand quickly reached for switch and turned it on. The sudden brightness of the light almost blinded her.

Nyx’s eyes widened. “Princess?”

He wore his usual glaive uniform, with the exception of the coat that he carried over his shoulder. On one hand he carried a plastic bag full of things. Judging by the aroma and the colorful packs in it, the contents were probably takeout food and a few packaged grub. It seemed he had just came back from a mission, left the battle gear at the headquarters and bought himself a stock for tonight’s dinner and for the later days when he’ll just have to reheat it. The snacks were just something he’d be indulging himself with during his downtime as any person would.

“What… what are you doing here, your highness?” he asked as he entered hurriedly. He closed the door behind him and placed the plastic bag onto the small dining table.

Luna found herself unable to respond quickly. Instead, she waited for him to come closer.

After he dropped the coat onto the couch, Nyx approached her. His booted feet only stopped when he was just a few feet from her. His blue eyes searched her. The crease between his brows appeared.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked gently.

She held herself, placing the her cold palms onto her upper arms. She looked away. “I’m just… I’m just not myself today?” she said softly.

“Did something happen at the palace?” he asked again. His voice still expressed the caution.

“No, no.” she assured. “It’s just that… this day… I couldn’t go to her grave.”

When he looked down, she knew he got what she meant.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

Silence came after that and it lingered for a little while. There was uncertainty in his stance but he quickly got rid of it. For a moment, the princess thought the glaive would suggest that he escort her back to the palace. However, his lips uttered something that only a friend would say.

“I bought some food.” he started. “Maybe you want to join me for some snacks?”

The warm invitation didn’t fail to put a small smile on her face. “Yes. I’d love that.”

He ushered her to the couch and told her to make herself comfortable before rushing back to the goods in the plastic bag. She looked back and watched him. He took out small pack and released its contents onto a frying pan. He put the lid on, placed the pan onto the stove and turned on the fire.

After a while, popping sounds came from it.

“What is that?” she asked curiously.

“Popcorn.” Then, he gave her a puzzled look. “What. You… haven’t had popcorn before?”

A memory surfaced. She smiled. “There was one time. One of the maids back in Tenebrae cooked a batch for me when I was little. I remember we watched a movie together.”

“Well,” the glaive uttered with a simple smirk, “history is about to repeat itself, your highness.”

Luna tilted her head a bit. “Are you saying we’re about to watch a movie?”

“Yep.” he confirmed nonchalantly as he shook the pan by its handle. “This popcorn ain’t worth it if there’s no movie.”

She chuckled at that and faced the small screen that was about to show the pictures. Shortly, he came to the couch and placed a warm bowl to her side. Next, he went to one of the small shelves and acquired a plastic case. He took out a disc and inserted it onto a player before pushing a couple of buttons to start their viewing. The TV lit up and showed the opening credits.

“What kind of movie is it?” she asked.

He sat at the other end of the couch and said. “It’s a sci-fi space movie.”

“An unexpected choice.” she commented as she grabbed a handful of the popcorn from the bowl.

He raised a brow. “You expected action?”

She laughed and nodded. “Yes.”

“Ah well,” he muttered as he leaned back to relax. “Not all of us soldiers are always into that.”

The princess was about to utter a reply but she stopped herself. Instead, she concentrated on what they were supposed to watch. She rested her feet onto the couch as she ate the morsels on her hand. She let her mind concentrate on the film’s events and details. The fictional ships that launched upward into the sky. The heroes that battled survival. The stars that blurred when they travelled with great speed.

In the middle of it, were scenes that exude quietness. Characters contemplate and unearth inner emotions. Certain values in the story were realized. And suddenly, it wasn’t just a sci-fi space movie.

As the television continued to screen the film, Luna scooted nearer and nearer to Nyx until she wrapped her arm around his and leaned her head on his shoulder. She could feel his muscles tense due her touch but eventually, he went back to his relaxed state. She felt it in his breathing and in the way he slightly leaned to her.

After that, the princess didn’t pay much attention to the movie. She just savored the closeness that he had allowed her to have with him. Even when the credit rolled, they stayed in the couch without breaking the cozy togetherness.

Her eyes went back to the small table where the corkboard was displayed. She couldn’t help but ask a question.

“Is this how you manage?”

It took a moment before he spoke. “What do you mean?”

“Watching a movie, eating popcorn… Is this how you make the grief fade away?”

She can feel him pan his head, looking at the corkboard as well, perhaps gazing at the picture of this loved ones. The mother and the sister. The one who was still alive and the one who was no more.

“Yeah” he murmured. “It’s just a routine I made for myself. I eat and I watch. I let my mind forget for a while.”

His words, no matter how different it suggested, sounded so familiar. It sounded like her tradition. Different approach. Same goal. However, his voice didn’t hide the disappointment. She said it straight for him.

“But the grief doesn’t disappear entirely.”

He nodded. “Yeah. It never really does.”

A paused and then…

“But I think I found something that can help.” he disclosed.

He didn’t say anything after that. He just wrapped his hand on hers. The gesture made her sigh because she finally understood.

Another sorrow.

She found it in him and, in turn, he gave her the comfort that only he knew she needed. That only he understood.

It was the same with him. She knew what he felt and she had unknowingly given him what was needed as well, even in this short while.

As they basked in each other’s warmth, Luna closed her eyes and released a lone tear. When she started to release the sobs, she felt his strong arms gently wrap around her. One of his hands rubbed her back with care.

More tears were shed. Most of them spilled onto his chest.

“It’s going to be alright, princess.” he soothed softly.

Having heard that, she released it all. She cried shamelessly in his embrace, letting him take the burden, showing the grief more outwardly than ever before.

Soon after, she breathed slowly and felt what he promised and more.

She felt alright and, later, she felt immeasurable relief.

anonymous asked:

Dani, you have some followers that really use their brain. I'm impressed! 😳

Yeah, I’m proud! 😌  I really want more and more people to do that. Just to open their eyes, to open their minds and to start connecting very important dots in this world. 

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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one of the million things i really loved about Moana was that she starts off being totally prepared to be chief?? like within the first 15 mins of the movie, she’s ready to go. and not even in an overzealous way that needs correction. she’s completely naturally capable and her people love her and she has great ideas and teaches her customs to the younger kids and learns from her dad and ultimately she even wants to be chief. i feel like in so many movies, especially disney ones, they have the main character’s arc revolve around becoming a better version of themselves so they can learn to lead or love or understand responsibility or whatever. but no, Moana doesn’t need any of that. and that’s just AMAZING. cause her journey gets to be about realizing that the call she’s trying to heed is actually a strength inside her that she should embrace!!! because it doesn’t detract from her being a leader, it actually enhances it and connects her more to her past and her ancestors and gives her a confidence in her choices and adskl;fjkdals;fjkl;dasf I JUST WANT TO SCREAM, I REALLY LOVED MOANA???

i just want more of everything of this series !!! (especially this guy ahhhhh)

partially inspired by this post! or else I wouldn’t have thought about the connection between his name and the flower in the op tbh lol

ten things i want that are really just one
  1. I want… to be connected. Connected to the world, to people and energies and all the things that make me feel big and small at once.
  2. I want chocolate chip cookies, hot dripping comfort that melts on your tongue and crumbles between teeth.
  3. I want lazy evenings, even breaths, little smiles, thighs touching in comfortable silence: a book, a beer, (a boy). A bubble.
  4. I want to love unconditionally, to be love, to have love to give to every living thing, all kinds of love for all kinds of people (friends & strangers & family & lovers & all the people inbetween). To make people smile, to be a good and nourishing presence.
  5. I want silliness. I want nonsense and laughter and to not make sense.
  6. I want to travel and journey and wander until there is nothing left to see in this infinite, ungraspable little world. To reach the unreachable.
  7. I want learning. Lessons. Creativity. Thought. Teachers. Growth.
  8. I want that pair of shoes. Those comfy leggins. The sparkly eyeliner that lights up rooms in the blink of my eye. Silky lace and cheap fabric and black ink and self love, each and all as powerful and precise as a wingbeat and as comfortable as a hug.
  9. I want people to fall in love (with themselves and each other and the world).
  10. I want to fight the good fight.

— p.s.

People who complain all the time about lesbians wanting to retain butch and femme as terms intimately connected to lesbianism are honestly so deeply self-centered that it’s absurd. Imagine looking at a contemporary culture set on erasing every single aspect of lesbianism that many of us hold close, from the term, to the concept, to our attractions not being phrased properly, to the specific way lesbianism connects a lot of women to other women not just sexually but broadly, seeing a group of women struggling to even be allowed to name ourselves let alone realize and act on our sexualities in the face of a culture which wants us to collapse into any number of categories, from “queer” because it is more progressive to no longer seeing yourself as a woman if you’re too gnc, and going “Uh those mean dykes won’t let me have this word that I want because I think it’s pretty.”

It’s not even like we’re in the majority- the culture that’s set on erasing lesbianism from its conceptions of sexuality has already almost fully appropriated our terminologies and concepts to be for everyone rather than for lesbians. So a few lesbians on the internet retain a special respect for a historically important way of living and seeing yourself in relation to lesbianism, and that’s too much? Fuck you honestly.

Working With Spirits for Beginners

Before starting:

Protection!  Be it sigils or wards or poppet decoys or crystals or any of the like, make sure you have some sort of protection from mal intent.  

Ask yourself, where am I wanting this path to take me?  Are you wanting to have spirit teachers and learn new things? Are you wanting to be a medium?  Are you wanting to gain some friends?  Are you wanting to connect to different cultures and histories?  These kinds of questions will help you decide where to start and where to go from there!

Finding spirits:

One thing that you can research is having a spirit companion!  There are several blogs that I can’t think of off the top of my head that do personal conjurings, and other basically adoption centers!  If you do that, I would look for more beginner type spirits or just the ones that call out to you!  

If you don’t want a companion and are looking for something a little less permanent, I would look around you for something familiar.  Plants around you, your local cemetery, your favorite hike, seashells, crystals, bones, or any of that that you may have.  Most things have some spirit attached to them, including man-made objects, although those tend to be small colonies speaking through a representative (I can make a post on this later if you want).  

Starting Points:

There are two main starting points from here.  Sensing the spirits, and communication.  You can decide to focus on one, or even both!  I recommend starting with one at a time tho.


start reaching out, trying to find something.  It’s different for everyone, and it’s not something that you can feel and say, this is it.  You have to learn to trust yourself.  And even if you don’t, fake it ‘til you make it!  For me, feeling a spirit’s presence is subtle, but for others, it can be a really jarring experience.


You can use tarot, telepathy, pendulum, ouija boards, oracle, images, runes, or anything similar!   If using telepathy, ask yourself the question, ‘was that reply me talking?’ and if your answer is immediately yes, then it was you.  But if you have a moment of doubt, believe that it was your spirit!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!  I’ll do my best to answer.

I just need you all to think about wontaek helping each other put their earrings and necklaces on in the morning, sitting crossed legged on a bed and fitting rings on each others fingers ;u;

Things the Signs are thinking the most
  • Aries: I want to be accepted by people. I need approval.
  • Taurus: I want to be known as more than just a person.
  • Gemini: I am not just some backstabbing bitch. If someone would just connect with me.
  • Cancer: I have a serious problem and I don't know how to handle it.
  • Leo: I don't want people to worry about me, but I hate pretending I'm okay all the time.
  • Virgo: I play it cool, but I'm really NOT okay right now. I need someone to know that without me telling them.
  • Libra: I really miss you. I doubt any of it matters to you anymore but I miss you.
  • Scorpio: I'm conflicted. I don't want to be known as the asshole. I'm a kind and true person
  • Sagittarius: I am no longer in control anymore. I feel confused and I don't know what to do.
  • Capricorn: I fucked up and I don't know how to fix it.
  • Aquarius: I have to talk to someone but I don't trust anyone to talk to.
  • Pisces: Why do people like me? How can you like someone who doesn't even like who they are?

i want every creator that doesn’t have a circle of friends to help spread their work to know i’m rooting for you. 

i know you’re too shy reach out, you’re too busy to make the connections, you just want to share your hard work, you want your work to stand on its own without politics and favoritism to sway opinions. 

i also know you feel really alone most days. 

try to remember your work is valid. it is good. it is worthy. 

please don’t stop. 

they might have “popularity” but you have something far more important: talent, skill, passion, and beauty. the truly gifted creators were never recognized during their time. the popular ones are all but forgotten now. 

please don’t stop creating. you are amazing.


Okay. Here’s what’s up, y’all. I’ve been working on these all morning. I plan on doing them for my whole journal, for each card. I plan on putting them all together into one pdf file. But that won’t be until they’re all finished, you know? So, if you want to save any images as far as my journal goes, please save these.

I’ve worked so hard on my journal, it has so much sweat and tears and..I just don’t want you taking THOSE pages from me. It sounds ridiculous, because there’s literally the same information on these AND my journal pages, but I have a far more personal connection to my journal than these.

So, again. If you want to save anything, save these. Don’t abuse it, don’t try to share it and get credit for it, because you know that’s wrong and you should put out into the world what you want back. If you don’t want people stealing from you, then you shouldn’t try stealing from others.

I’ll have more pages up eventually. It’s just a process to design them all.

I am so unbelievably proud of Malia.

She has gone through so much, and yet she still stepped back and admitted she knew Stiles and Lydia had a connection. Her memories were all about her feeling connected to Stiles, and she knows that while they were together there was still something with Lydia.

Imagine being with someone and knowing that? My heart actually broke for her.

And she’s known this whole time? This low key confirms the “I notice. More than you think I do” was probably about Lydia. 

I just have a lot of feelings about Malia okay?

I never want to see anyone trash talk her again for the sake of Stydia, I invite you to actually fight me if you still hate her just because of St@lia. 

She is my precious child and I am so proud of her.

Somewhere in the world it’s already 24th, so… HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAWLESS-CHAAAAN~~~ My precious dorky vamprire boy <//333 ♥ ♥

Ah, you know this was going to happen, right? Why yes, yet another comic thingy to celebrate~ A little less cheesy this time, but A LOT more nonsense(?). Hahaha oops, sorry :’)

So, keep reading for the OTP stuff~ andpleasedon'tjudgeme(?)

**WARNING: Careful with the nsfw-ish stuff towards the end. Also, LONG post.

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So many of us have made the connection in History Maker that it starts with Yuri’s POV and after “my dreams will come true” it’s from Victor.

Now switch it. It starts with Victor and changes to Yuri. It makes complete sense. “Can you hear my heartbeat” Victor falling in love. “Tired of feeling never enough” Victor realizing he can’t surprise the crowd anymore. “I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true” Victor just wants to be happy again, preferably with Yuri. Because Yuri taught Victor life and love.

“They’ll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself you’re unstoppable” Yuri pulling Victor from his depression. “Where your destiny lies dancing on the blades you set my heart on fire” OBVIOUS. Yuri said himself that Victor is the reason he skates competitively. And we know Yuri loves Victor.

I’m a train wreck, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. Shoutout to the banquet scene.



I just really wanted to point this out.

BUT who knows, maybe Lena just really wanted a balcony so she got one built in the middle of the season, but why didn’t she get one built from the start?

And I don’t really know how fast construction of a balcony is but there was a week or less than a week in-between the events of 204 and 205. I guess it might be possible to get one built within that timeframe when you’re the CEO of your own company?

OR she really just wanted to have some sort of connection with Supergirl since she did state that she’d like to work more in the future.

A Luthor and a Super, working together?!? *GASP* SCANDALOUS!


random writing tip

if youre working on a long chaptered work and find yourself having trouble getting through your chapters, write the last sentence first. you usually know where you want to end, its the journey there that sometimes becomes rocky. i find it easier to work when connecting two segments together than just writing off into the endless word doc abyss. keep the end in sight, and the rest will just flow

I was going to write this into some sort of poetic form, but at this point, it’s three days into the new year, so I’m just going for it. This year, I’m working on love. Love of self, of friend, of stranger. I want to write less about sadness, and more about connection. I want to focus less on my illness and more on who I want to be. This sounds idealistic, but I think that’s okay. After all, how can you achieve dreams you don’t have?
—  J.H.
UT_Only was **AMAZING**

I am just a smol ghost and easily overwhelmed and I don’t have a good connection or uploading pictures yet but I wanted to say thank you to all the organizers and @riverj17 and everyone who came to say hi and tell me they liked my comics ;__;

I feel so happy to be a part of this great fandom and to have had such a wonderful opportunity to experience a convention in Korea. It was so fun!!! Thank you!!!!