I finally came up with my own recipe for black salt! I’ve been wanting to make my own for ages now and this is what I came up with. I love that everybody has their own take on it and I like looking at the inventive ways people have come up with so I thought I’d share my own.
-Pink Himalayan Salt (for protection from evil, especially in and around the home. Attracts abundance, prosperity and good health).
-Ground Chia Seeds (for protection, particularly useful to counteract back-biting, gossip and ill-wishing)
-1 to 2 drops of Bergamot Essential Oil (to dispel unwanted thoughts and emotions and negative energies. Lends protection and relief from grief, rage
, poor self-confidence and melancholy)
-Ashes of a protective sigil
Then all I did was burn up the sigil paper and grind it together with everything. I put some in a bottle for my apothecary and put the excess in a bag for future use.
Wand (your hand will suffice if you
lack a wand.)
Sieve – for straining the liquid.
One pint purified water
2 fresh lemons
Handful of fresh mint
An orange peel
1 small piece of fresh ginger root
Three coffee beans
One sage leaf
time for conjuring: Monday during a Full Moon, although any time is the time
brewing as you would for any magical working. Cleanse the space and yourself as
you see fit. You may wish to illuminate the workspace by candlelight. If
incense is desired, sweeten the air by burning a mixture of frankincense,
cedar, dragon’s blood, or any other fragrance that pleases you.
Bring the pint of water to a boil,
then reduce the heat and allow it to simmer.
Squeeze the juice from the lemons
and contribute to the water.
Add 1 tablespoon of honey.
Bring to a boil again and stir clockwise, making sure
all three are combined as one. Concentrate on your goal while stirring.
Add the handful of fresh mint
leaves, which should first be washed to remove any excess dirt.
Crush the ginger root into a paste
and add to the brew.
Bring the brew to a boil again. Continue to stir
clockwise while concentrating on your goal.
Contribute the orange peel.
Add the 3 coffee beans.
Add the sage leaf.
Allow the potion
to boil for the space of thirteen minutes, stirring frequently while contemplating
your magical abilities. After this time has passed, remove the potion from the
fire. Point your wand at the brew (or the index finger of your hand of power)
and project energy into the concoction. Allow this enchantment spell to be
recited. (Fair warning: I really need to work on my rhymes. )
Power to charm,
bewitch, and conjure
Locked within a
deep, dark slumber
When to my lips,
this brew is brought
My magic powers
will then wake up
Project as much
energy into the potion as you deem necessary. Afterwards, the liquid can be
strained through the sieve and poured off into the vial or other container. It
may then be consumed immediately before meditation, magical workings, or going
to bed. Pay close attention to your dreams or any visions you might receive as
they may very well point to which types of magic you ought to explore.
I think it goes
without saying that you consume potions at your own risk. The ingredients given
are noted as safe, however, everyone’s body reacts differently. Please note,
the potion recipes are developed for effectiveness, not taste! (How many
Witches on TV look forward to actually drinking a potion! 😉)
request was to awaken magical abilities. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve
certainly had days where I’ve been groggy and felt like my magic was down. I
wish I had written this simple potion ages ago! It could be a fun little way to
jump start your magical abilities on one of those slower mornings.
As far as the
ingredients go, everything selected is associated with awakening. Think about
eating a lemon. Just thinking about it should make your mouth salivate and
provoke a physical response. This is the same type of awareness we want to
create for our magical abilities. The coffee beans are the main ingredient of a
potion made my millions of people every day! No surprise why they’re included –
they symbolize the awakening of those abilities. Ginger represents power,
orange peel and honey represent the sweetness of life and the sage leaf
What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a
little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this
beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired
Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.
rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.
rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex,
dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on
making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.
doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those
pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him,
her fingers pulling his hair.
Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one,
too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in
her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays,
and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.
doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over
and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s
neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His
brothers. His court.
Court of Dreams. It’s like a
bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them
again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.
probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.
is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.
the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join
them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the
curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know.
Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s
trying- perhaps he’s fighting.
also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a
group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her,
watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him.
He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams-
only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her
the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll
be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll
be walking through the streets of Velaris.
the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away
from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some
morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give
in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees
and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so
foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a
stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of
peace- he takes what he gets.
few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.
is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been
following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry
their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get
better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find
very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt
for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and
paint a little.
far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was
on accident. The snarls are what works better.
fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say
something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like
murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their
and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother
and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used
to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the
village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry
about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she
brings food home.
makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall-
dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares
today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae
will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and
closer to the buzzing, invisible thing
that separates their human world from the fae.
she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch
next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He
doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich
merchant, lost in the woods.
she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of
her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment
he looks up and meets her eyes.
knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and
there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.
it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s
not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?
man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You
should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”
tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer.
As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.
he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into
the forest at all. Stay at home.”
she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…
have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”
you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”
don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My
family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”
man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes.
father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like
that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even
when I’m afraid- for them.”
man stares at her.
you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of
that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.
shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”
are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”
man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little
you a hunter, too?”
closes his eyes. “I suppose.”
you’re a little bit like me.”
He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”
doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the
man has a family. That he’s not alone.
good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by
nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”
steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All
the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad,
she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She
wants him smiling.
The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears
in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to
eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are
quite literally tied.”
this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”
fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little
girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”
picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all
of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”
he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”
family you told me about?”
Rhys says softly. “My family.”
smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her
core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank
you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”
still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you
go- one thing.”
suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.
be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll
find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”
white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself
alone in the woods.
just happened? Why is she here?
yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy
and handed her the basket-
on earth is she doing so close to the wall?
turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just
because of the gift…but because of something else.
she can get through all of this.
she’ll find a way out of this someday.
has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He
pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on
himself and forces himself to forget about
that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.
for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But
he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.
makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-
finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.
he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.
a weird feeling of goodness in the
back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out
there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for
feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.
I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them,
whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-
remember. But that feeling lingers.
night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this
feels after a kill, all he can think is the
clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end
she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some
reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins.
Suddenly, he wants to fight.
night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of
bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so
inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.
years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of
that same hand again.
this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.
Hi! I guess I was wondering if you had any advice for awkward creative types?? Haha I'm in my early 20's with no life plan, but I love creating. I'm also very good at convincing myself that I'm nothing. Is this something you've ever struggled with, and do you have any advice for how to keep going when everything in your mind tells you otherwise?
Yes! Look for a thing called The Taste Gap by Ira Glass. It will give you the reassurance that I wish someone had given me when I was your age, and at the same place in my creative journey that you are.
Also, I want you to keep creating. I want you to use your art and your ideas to make things, because you’re going to hear from people who tell you that what we do isn’t real, isn’t important, doesn’t matter, and they are full of crap.
There are millions of people who want to create stuff, and they never do it for one reason or another. I believe that we who have the ability to create things, especially artistic things, have a responsibility to make good art and put it into the world.
Finally, in The Nerdist Way, Chris talks about how your brain tries to prevent you from making things, because it wants to protect you from taking risks. He advises that we thank that part of our brain for trying to protect us, and then politely tell it to shut up so we can get to work.
❝ i play to win. ❞ ❝ this is my curse. ❞ ❝ wait for me! ❞
❝ your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝ let us hope for a different outcome. ❞
❝ sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝ this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝ the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ ❝ a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ ❝ this is just like old times. ❞ ❝ even here i feel an outcast. ❞
❝ think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝ all eyes on me! ❞
❝ ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝ got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝ i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ ❝ cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ ❝ ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ this time, stay down. ❞
❝ can i get your autograph? ❞
❝ why are you so angry? ❞
❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ over my dead body. ❞
❝ i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝ i’m patched up. ❞
❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝ what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ ❝ aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞
❝ can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝ i’ll race ya! ❞
❝ mock death at your own peril. ❞ ❝ this time, i will finish the job. ❞
❝ death is an illusion. ❞
❝ look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝ i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝ it looks like we will be working together. ❞ ❝ you’ve rescued me again. ❞
❝ i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝ treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞
❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ i miss him greatly. ❞ ❝ there is nowhere to hide. ❞ ❝ whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞
❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝ that was your dream, not mine. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞
❝ you have been judged! ❞
❝ i have the upper hand this time. ❞
❝ traitor! ❞
❝ you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝ the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞
❝ stay out of trouble. ❞
❝ step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝ one shot, one kill. ❞
❝ don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞
❝ now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝ our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝ you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝ ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝ oh, did that sting? ❞
❝ heroes never die. ❞
❝ where does it hurt? ❞
❝ you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝ i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝ i learned that from my brother. ❞
❝ i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝ on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝ this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝ sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝ i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝ wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞
❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝ guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝ with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝ a punishment for your crimes. ❞
❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝ people should be free. ❞
❝ you were never my equal. ❞
❝ death walks among you. ❞ ❝ last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ they’re back. ❞ ❝ armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝ now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ die! die! die! ❞ ❝ to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ ❝ death comes. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞
❝ that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝ well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝ aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝ sleep. ❞
❝ never liked you much. ❞
❝ never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝ together we are strong. ❞
❝ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝ i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝ i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝ it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝ i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝ you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝ i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝ we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝ give me your best shot. ❞
❝ you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝ knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝ you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝ i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝ still trying to play hero? ❞
❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝ this is no place for children. ❞
❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝ looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝ Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝ i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝ this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝ another one off the list. ❞
❝ i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝ if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝ that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝ i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝ i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝ you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝ i will protect the innocent. ❞
Dad had always taken pride of being in an excellent shape for his age. “How many fifty year olds have a six pack like this?” He would often brag, lifting his fitted tanktops and showing off his flat, chiseled stomach.
As expected, such a good looking man like him never had a hard time finding a partner for a hot, sexy time. I guess that at his age he had convinced himself that he was safe from the most natural consequence of sex: pregnancy.
He angrily admitted it to me one day. Summer was around the corner and he was looking unusually bloated. “Having trouble cutting after your winter bulk?” I teased, poking a finger into his not-so-flat-anymore middle.
“I fucking wish!” He complained. “Guess there is no point in hiding it. I got fucked knocked up!”
“You what?” I asked, shocked. “How? When? And who…?”
“How do you think it happened, dumbass?” He almost yelled, slapping my hand away of his gut and tugging his t-shirt. “Three months ago. Some dude from Growlr did it. And the motherfucked blocked me afterwards.”
“Holy shit.” I said, having trouble believing it.
“It’s the worst thing ever.” He continued. “I’m tired AND hungry all the time. I’ve put on twelve pounds already, and that’s on top of my bulk. I’m going to end up fat as a fucking cow.”
July came around and dad kept growing every week. One morning, I dashed into his room after hearing an unusal amount of loud swearing coming out of it. “Is everything ok?”
Dad’s eyes shot daggers at me from across the room.”Nothing is fucking ok!” he yelled furiously. “It just took me ten fucking minutes to button this jeans. I have already pissed like four times since I got up two hours ago. And I had breakfast like twenty minutes ago and I’m already starving again. And I’m only six months along” He sighed, defeated. “I’m turning into a fat, useless, pregnant pig.”
Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion
Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
Warning: this part has a smut scene ;)
a/n: in this fic/series I made the characters to have similar ages, and not completely the same as their real age. So technically Jungkook, Jimin and the OC all have the same age. Just a little fyi in case you are confused with the timelines.
Give me a movie/show and I will give you my honest opinion on it (if I have seen it that is).
Rick and Morty (2013-) - Ahahahhaaa!! My friend gave me such a death glare when I asked if it was for kids. X,D For some reason I imaged it being in the same league as “Regular Show” so I kinda avoided it for a long time. Then I actually watched it and marathoner through it in 2 days. I do not find it HAHA funny, but I still very much enjoy it. There is a cleverness to the writing that I like, and the characters are fun. I am really looking forward to the 3rd season. I do however wish that they could stop with the whole “unhappily married couple” routine. It´s not funny or endearing; I just want to shake people.
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003) - Another one of my all time favorite animated movies. The CGI effects have not aged very well, but the rest of the animation is still out of this world. Eris is one of the best villains I know and Proteus is THE price for me. This is one of those movies that I can watch over and over again without ever getting tired of it. But now as an adult I do wish that they would have kept in more Middle Eastern influences instead of creating this fantasy Greece land. :P And why was that darn book never explained more properly??? Who made it? Why was it made? What was the world like before it? I want answers!! >:(
Star vs The Forces of Evil (2015-) - I’m currently somewhere in the middle of the latest season, so no spoilers OK. ;) When they released the opening as a teaser I got super exited for the show, but compared to other cartoons like SU, Gravity Falls or Avatar, it didn’t really pull me in. I do watch it (obliviously), but I would never sit up past 12PM to stream it the day it airs. I like Star and Marco as a duo, but I’m not a big fan of the whole romance subplot that has entered the picture. It´s like a watered down version of Kim Possible/Ron (last season), with the difference that they were older, more mature and had both dated other people before even thinking of getting together. That was nice. This tho… Meeeehhh… But I still like it. :D Favorite character = Queen Butterfly
The Swan Princess (1994) - I grew up with this film on VHS and let just say that it was rewinded many many times. Now I like watching it for pure nostalgia. …and ripping the story to shreds. It one of those movies that starts out so promising, but then falls right back into the cliché hole and never manages to get out of it. Like, how much better would it have been if we focused more on the relationship of young Odette and Derek? Then maybe we would have understood better WHY Derek loved her. I did not buy his confession as a kid or now as an adult. PS: I totally had a thing for some of the background ladies as a kid. My bi was showing early on. :P And also - Why does there exist SEVEN sequels to this movie!! DX
Treasure Planet (2002) - I love this film! Typically I’m not big for sci-fi, but this movie´s aesthetics really gets me. Old fashioned/steampunk ships in the gorgeousness that is space??? GIMME MORE!! (O_O) Who cares is it makes no sense. The story may be really simple, but it´s the characters and their animation what make this movie shine. The only thing that I miss from it really is that emotional connection to Jim´s backstory. I don´t think I have ever shed a tear to his father leaving, which I blame the tone of the montage sequence for. If it had been shown in a more calm manner then I think I would have reacted more strongly. But yes - a 9/10 movie in my books!
Pomona Sprout, head of Hufflepuff House seems to not get the credit she deserves in her willingness to do what is right even when the choice seems doomed to failure. Also she was all for the students staying and fighting to defend their school and their friends.
When McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout were fighting off Snape and McGonagall is rallying the teachers to start prepping the school for siege:
Flitwick: “You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?”
Sprout: “But we can hold him up.” (“But we can delay him.” was given to McGonagall in the film)
McGonagall: “Thank you, Pomona.”
*and between the two witches there passed a grim look of understanding* - ch. 30
Summary: Working as a bartender in a five star hotel while a rich and famous family is staying over for a month, and one of their sons, Bucky, happens to have an eye for you, is a dream right? Right? Wrong!
Chapter 1: Special Guests.
Y/N: your name
Warnings: alcoholic parents, mentions of abuse.
Word count: 1,464
A/N: Well, I wanted to give the whole Alternative Universe thing a shot, so I came up with this series. This is the first chapter, should I continue?
The pool of a five star hotel is a place many would pay to be on. Actually, a lot of people do. The three different pools, plus two Jacuzzis, massaging experts, tropical cocktails and as much sunshine as you could want. Who wouldn’t love that? So yes, I could say I’m enjoying myself, even though of the facilities I listed, I only benefit from the last one.
I’m the hotel’s bartender. The new hotel’s bartender. I’ve been here for barely a week, but luckily I know my share on alcohol. My mother’s death: elliptic coma. My father, how ironic, turned into an alcoholic after that. That’s essentially my life: a bad joke. Let’s stop taking about this.
Today is an important day. Well, all days are important for our manager Scott, but apparently today is an extra important day. A really rich and famous family, of those that have their face front cover on Sunday’s gossip magazine special, are arriving today. They come to this hotel every summer for a month and are the most prestigious guests of the year. I wish I could tell you why exactly they are so famous, but while most girls of my age where screaming and freaking out about their celebrity crushes, I had better things to do. Like making sure we had enough money to eat that night, for instance.
The pool has been prepared, and all the staff instructed. I have to admit everything looks gorgeous: The plants are sorted in an exquisite combination of white and green, and give out a fresh smell that mixes with the sea’s. The private beach is accesible from here, and the sound of soft waves, brushing golden sand and dragging castaway seashells to shore, fills the otherwise silent terrace. All hammocks have clean and fluffy white towels, with the hotel’s name embroiled with gold, and the parasols are made out of wood and blend naturally with the atmosphere. The waitress is ready to take their orders, the pools are calmed and cristal clear, palm trees lean over to frame the views of the beach, the very first thing they will see when they enter. Everything is beautiful and for a second I allow myself to be the one who’s actually going to enter through that door and enjoy all the facilities. But just for a second.
“Here they come… Y/N, are you ready?” mumbles Scott, from the door of the bar. I nod silently and rub my hands on my apron in an unconscious attempt to relive stress.
The years have been unkind to Wish Realm Captain Hook!
During Once Upon a Time‘s midseason premiere, Emma (Jennifer
Morrison) enlisted the help of Pinocchio (Eion Bailey) to build a new
wardrobe, thus providing a portal back to Storybrooke. However, with a
bounty available upon Emma’s safe return to the Wish Realm castle, a
familiar face was all too quick in attempting to “rescue” Emma so he
could claim the reward. Her supposed hero? Captain Hook (Colin
However, this wasn’t the Hook that Emma (or OUAT fans)
remember. Like most others in the Wish Realm, Hook actually aged, though
he definitely did not keep his figure — the pirate’s penchant for rum
didn’t serve him well.
“It was one of my favorite incarnations of the character,” O’Donoghue
tells EW. “It was great because the guys were like, ‘Look, you’re going
to be old, fat, and just a crazy version of yourself,’ and I was like,
It took roughly two and a half hours in the makeup chair to put
together this new version of Hook. “I hoped it would take longer to make
me look like that,” jokes O’Donoghue, who explains that the look was
created with just makeup, not prosthetics.
“It wasn’t until I got the makeup on and the hair and the costume
that I figured out who he was going to be,” O’Donoghue says. “I really
wanted him to sound like Hook, but different, older. It was just funny.
He was a big bumbling idiot. I wanted him to be a complete contrast to
who Hook is at the minute, but also he, in his mind, believes that he is
God’s gift to women and that he has this fantastic debonair air about
him when in actual fact, he’s just a mess.”
Seeing the creation come to life was a treat for Morrison. “It was so
fun,” the actress says. “He had such a good time doing it. We’ve been
calling it Old Hook. It’s a really fun exchange where we come across him
and, obviously, Emma is trying to stay serious, but it’s pretty funny
because she knows that the repercussions of this aren’t real, as long as
we get out of this realm. But maybe we should lay off on the alcohol a
Once Upon a Time airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET on ABC. Read our
postmortem with Morrison and executive producers Adam Horowitz and
Edward Kitsis on Emma surviving the prophecy here, and read our postmortem with Kitsis and Lana Parrilla about Robin’s return to Storybrooke here.
We know Murtagh dies at Culloden ,I can’t recall Jamie talking much
about him after although he must have missed his god father terribly
.Could we have a story about Jamie and Claire talking about Murtagh and
how much they miss him in their life .
They stood at the edge of the field, neither wishing to be the first to set foot on it.
“Have ye been here… then?” Jamie asked quietly, as though his voice would disturb someone but there were no living creatures to be seen in the short scrubby grass that unevenly covered the terrain.
“I went once before I ever came here,” Claire responded. “Before I knew anyone who…” but she couldn’t finish her thought.
Their horses stamped impatiently from where Jamie had hobbled them. They were on their way to Lallybroch, having fulfilled their duties escorting the body of one Simon Fraser home to Scotland. Neither had thought much about how close their journey would take them to Culloden Moor until they were practically upon it. Had they been on their own instead of together, neither would have had the strength to face it.
“Is it as desolate in yer time then, Sassenach?”
“In my experience, battlefields––no matter how far removed from the fight itself––are never cheerful places again,” she told him. “There will be cairns and markers. I don’t remember quite where, but for each of the clans… probably where their men were buried.”
Jamie looked around. It was sunnier than it had been the last time but he could still see the echoes of men on either side right down to the desperation and willingness to die on some of their faces; he hadn’t seen it but he knew he’d worn the same expression that day. He took a halting step forward and then another.
“We came down this way,” he said flatly.
Claire followed slowly behind him, willing herself to see what he saw but also shying away from it.
“Then, I moved… this direction––had to… there was such a press of men…” He wandered a little towards the right and down into a slightly lower pocket of growth, not large enough to be a true gully but it had offered a little protection from the canonfire, the angle too much for them to handle.
There were still large gaps in Jamie’s memory of that day. He didn’t recall seeing Black Jack Randall except after the man was dead and lying on top of him. He didn’t recall the face of the man who had slashed his leg and nearly killed him––for all he knew it might have been Randall to do it. He didn’t recall who it was that had struck the blow that eventually killed Murtagh.
But he knew the spot where it had happened as soon as he set foot on it. A chill went up his spine and then he felt a solid hand rest reassuringly on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Claire watching him from several feet away.
He spoke quietly and used the Gáidhlig so that Claire wouldn’t hear him.
“There are so many things I wish ye could have lived to see, though I dinna ken that ye’d have been patient enough to wait for them all… I nearly wasn’t,” he murmured with a smile. “She looks like my mam… my Brianna does. Takes after her in other ways too. And her wee Jem… Though he puts me in mind of Willie, I ken ye’d have more stories of how he’s a devil like I was at his age.” Jamie’s smile faded and he swallowed hard. “I think their lass, Mandy will favor Claire and heaven help them if she takes after her grannie in finding trouble. And there’s my lad… William––though… callin’ him ‘mine’ still doesna feel quite right… Ye’d have a thing or two to say on the matter, I’m sure. Ye’d have plenty to say on all of them…
“I hope ye ken how I’ve tried to keep ye wi’ me, always…” Jamie’s voice grew thick, the words harder to say. “I was in such pain losin’ Claire… but losin’ you too made it harder. Not havin’ ye there to talk to… I did try to think what yer advice to me would ha’ been… though I’m sure I got it wrong from time to time… I hope I’ve done ye proud, though, and I want ye to know… I ken I’m a better man for having had ye at my side for as long as I did and I’d be better still if ye’d been there longer. Thank ye, for all ye did for me and mine. I’ll no let ye be forgotten.”
The feeling of weight left his shoulder and something within Jamie felt lighter.
Claire watched Jamie with his head bent and his hands cradled in front of him, his lips whispering a quick prayer.
They didn’t speak of Murtagh often the same way they didn’t speak of Faith often. The pain of such loss was simply a part of them the way the scars on Jamie’s back were a part of him or Claire’s curls were a part of her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say a proper goodbye,” she whispered to the low breeze, hoping it would carry her words wherever they needed to go. “I sometimes wonder what things might’ve been like if we hadn’t gone to Paris; if we hadn’t gotten involved in affairs the way we did. I don’t know that what we did was entirely fair to you.” Tears pricked unexpectedly at her eyes and she reached up to wipe them away. “You deserved more––you deserved better than to end up here on that day… If I’d been here I might’ve been able to do something… If I’d never come at all maybe neither of you would have been here that day… But I don’t regret any of it and I’m sure you understand––you loved him too… Thank you for keeping him safe, for protecting him and watching over him when I wasn’t there. I wish I could have done more for you, that you could have seen Bree and the children… Or maybe you can… They wouldn’t exist if not for you.”
She blinked back the remaining tears in her eyes. Jamie had made his way back over to Claire and slipped his hand into hers. It was still a slightly awkward fit without that third finger but they held tightly to each other all the same.
With a solemn nod, they redirected their steps toward the horses. They had seen enough of Culloden Moor.