if you seek you shall find

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.” – Mark Twain

“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” – William Butler Yeats

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela

“The best way for you to predict your future is to create it.” – Abraham Lincoln

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” – Confucius

“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” – Thomas Edison

“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.” – Sam Levenson

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” – Zig Ziglar

“By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” – Benjamin Franklin

“I am not afraid…I was born to do this.” – Joan of Arc

“The most effective way to do it, is to do it.” – Amelia Earhart

“We aim above the mark to hit the mark.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.” – Helen Keller

“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.“ – Walt Disney

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.” – Pope John XXIII

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” – Arthur Ashe

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt

“What you do today can improve all your tomorrows.” – Ralph Marston

“Perserverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.” – Julie Andrews

“The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” – Thomas Paine

“I attribute my success to this–I never gave or took any excuse.” – Florence Nightingale

“Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.” – Johann Wolfgang van Goethe

“Who seeks shall find.” – Sophocles

“Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay.” – Simone de Beauvoir

Motivational Quotes Part 2 | Inspirational Quotes

Seek, and You Shall Find- Chapter 5

Here’s chapter 5, a day earlier than expected! Woohoo!!!!

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4

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Jamie crept down the corridor. Mrs. Fitz mentioned that she put Claire in the empty room on the second landing. After climbing the stairs, he realized he wasn’t sure which room was the empty one…

Zagging through the hall, he began tapping on doors. After a constant stream of “Hmmm?”s and “Who’s there?”s, Jamie thought perhaps he had misheard Mrs. Fitz.

But he hadn’t. He knew she was close by. He could feel it.

Feel it? What does that mean, Fraser?

A beat. A pulse that grew stronger as he grew nearer. But perhaps it was just his own blood rushing in his ears…

When he reached the sixth door, he poised his hand to knock. The quick raps echoed in the stone hall. But that was the only answer.

He tapped again; perhaps the inhabitants didn’t hear him. Still no answer. Was this her room?

Without thought, he pushed the door open. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Jamie peeked from around the door, the room seemingly empty. He would have left, had he not seen the unkempt bed heave.

He saw her then. Turned away from him, her body was lumped under a quilt, her dark hair twisted on the pillows. He stepped in the room.

Relief washed over him. Here she was, safe and resting in her bed. There was no need to worry. But he couldn’t find it in himself to leave.

He watched her, the small rise and fall of the quilt a comfort. One pale shoulder twitched, exposing itself. Bare. It made him wonder if she was completely bare under her coverings…

Wait. He shouldn’t be here. Staring at a sleeping woman was… inappropriate to say the least. He turned to leave, shame staining his face.

A weight fell on him, pitching him onto the floor with a shaking thud. Claire crouched above him, recognition lighting her face. She straightened up, brushing off her shift.

“Jamie!” She held out a hand to help him stand. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you…” Her voice rang clear; the bruises on her throat had faded.

“Nay, lass. I shouldna be skulking about yer room.” He grabbed her proffered to steady himself as he rose. She was warm. Heat emanated in pinpricks, like sparks escaping a fire. An odd sensation, but not unpleasant.

“Is everything alright? I mean, did you need something?” Jamie was distracted by her voice, heard properly for the first time. Low and smooth, like a fine whiskey. “Jamie?”

“Hmm? Um… No. I… I…” He cleared his throat, hoping to clear his thoughts in the process. “I just… wanted to make sure ye were… okay. I havena seen ye in a couple days, ken? I was… worried, honestly.”

“Oh! Well, thank you. That’s very kind. I’ve been quite tired, but… I’m alright.” She held out her arms in demonstration, quickly realizing she was just in her sleep wear.

Jamie tried not to notice.

Quick as a snake strike, she had the quilt off the bed and draped around her. But the sight of Claire in her shift was already burned into his mind. Of course, he had seen her in such undress before when he met her, but this was different. Now clean and mending, standing next to a bed… He was sure he would dream about that.

“Well, I… uhhh… apologize, Mistress. I’ll just… I’ll leave…”

“Wait.” Jamie’s heart fluttered. She wanted him to stay. “Thank you. Really. No one else has checked on me. Well, besides Mrs. Fitz. She’s about as close to an angel as a human can be.”

“Well, it’s truly no trouble. I glad yer beginning to feel better.”

“I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

“Ye dinna need to…”

She shrugged. “I know that.”

***

Jamie began walking Losgann as soon as he arrived at the stables. The only pregnant mare at Leoch, Jamie liked to make sure she was well taken care of. He had grown fond of the cinnamon-colored female, and he knew she would foal a horse as strong and lovely as she.

“Oi, Jamie!” Old Alec yelled to him from across the stable, causing him and Losgann to jump simultaneously. “Who’s that?”

Jamie squinted in the diffused sun. A feminine figure emerged from the trees, and he instantly recognized that curly chestnut hair.

“Mistress Beauchamp!” He exclaimed, with a small wave. She waved back.

“Hello!” She approached the gate carefully, eyes on Losgann. “Hello, sweet girl.”

“What are ye doing out here?” He looked over her quickly, her sickly yellow bruises brighter in the sunlight. Though, he supposed yellow was better than deep purple. They were healing, at least.

“Well, I told you I would make it up to you, so…” She shook the basket hooked on her arm. “I brought you a bit of lunch.”

“Oh, aye? That was kind of ye. Would ye care to join me? I just need to put Losgann back in her–”

“Thank you, Jamie. But I can’t. Now that I’m out of bed, I must meet with the Laird…”

“Ahhh.” Jamie nodded in understanding. “The great Colum Mackenzie.”

“Your uncle, I hear.”

He turned sharply. “Who told ye that?”

“Oh, a little bird told me…” She blinked owlishly at him, teasing.

“Aye, and I’d wager that little bird’s name is Glenna Fitzgibbons.”

She grinned. “Perhaps.”

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Ah, well. ‘Tis no secret.”

“To be honest, I’m a but nervous…”

“Ye dinna need to be. Colum is a strict man, but he means well. His brother, Dougal, on the other hand…”

“Good to know. Thank you.”

“No trouble.” He didn’t want her to leave, but they both had their duties. “I suppose I’ll see ye…”

“At dinner.” He eyes were piercing, compelling. He couldn’t say no to her, even if he wanted to. Which he did not.

“Aye. Dinner. Sounds lovely. I’ll save ye a seat.”

“Wonderful. Goodbye Jamie!”

“Bye, Claire.”

He watched her turn and walk away, her fingers trailing through tall grass about her waist.

Finding Clint

Pairing: Clint x f!Reader

Request:

Clint x Reader where she and Clint go on vacation and Clint gets lost and she flips out.

A/N: i feel like the avengers should not be let out of the base without supervision bc this is the 3rd (?) chat where one of them gets lost and i love it.


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Steve, Thor.

Clint: Guess who’s lost?

Clint: Lost again.

Clint: Clint is lost.

Clint: PLEASE DON’T TELL MY GIRLFRIEND.

Thor: I’M TELLING LADY Y/N

Clint: Oh c'mon! What have I ever done to you?!

Natasha: Thor, I don’t think it’s wise you piss me off any further.

Clint: Ohhhh snap, you made Tasha angry!

Thor: I do not fear for the Black Widow.

Bruce: Stop lying.

Thor: Fine, my apologies. I shan’t inform lady Y/N that her boyfriend lacks direction. There is no need for Lady Natasha to become angry… I doth not understand why.

Natasha: If Y/N finds out, she’s going to freak out, and then Tony will start freaking out, and then Steve will start freaking out because Tony’s freaking out over Y/N freaking out, and then Thor will start freaking out because his tiny humans are freaking out, and then Bruce will start to freak out and then I will start freaking out because Bruce is freaking out over Thor freaking out and Thor is freaking out because his humans are freaking out and Steve is freaking out over Tony freaking out for Y/N and Clint will leave the chat and disappear, becoming  a hermit because that’s better than being the cause for his girlfriend freaking out and the team losing their minds. Now do you get why, Thor?

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anonymous asked:

Tell me I'm not the only one who hates Chennai Express. On top of all the offensive stuff they've used Kerala aesthetics all over a movie set in Tamilnadu. South India is just one big stereotype to bollywood.

You and 95% of all South Indians, my friend- myself included. The internalised racism is strong in Rohit Shi/etty I assure you. As far as Bollywood is concerned everything below the border of Maharashtra is just one big cultural clump. I guess that’s part of the reason (another being the ridiculing of the culture of said clump) as to why so many South Indians seem dissatisfied with mainstream Bollywood nowadays- again, myself included. But we’ll just keep powering on regardless of what they think of us. 

OneRepublic sentences

Something I Need

  • “I had a dream the other night about how we only get one life.”
  • “I had the week that came from hell.”
  • “You got something I need.”
  • “In this world full of people, there’s one killing me.”
  • “If you only die once, I want to die with you.”
  • “Last night I thik I drank too much.”
  • “If we got nothing, we got us.”
  • “I know that we’re not the same.”
  • “I’m so damn glad we made it to this time.”
  • “If we only live once, I want to live with you.”

Counting Stars

  • “Lately I’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be.”
  • “Swing my heart across the line.”
  • “Seek it out and ye shall find.”
  • “Old, but I’m not that old.”
  • “Young, but I’m not that bold.”
  • “I feel something so right doing the wrong thing.”
  • “Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.”
  • “I feel the love and feel it burn.”
  • “Hope is our four letter word.”
  • “I don’t think the world is sold and just doing what we’re told.”
  • “I feel something so wrong doing the right thing.”
  • “Everything that drowns me makes me want to fly.”
  • “Take that money watch it burn.”
  • “Sink into the river the lessons I learned.”

Love Runs Out

  • “I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun.”
  • “We’ll feel alright ‘cause we’ll work it out.”
  • “I’ll be your ghost, your game, your stadium.”
  • “I’ll be doing this, if you ever doubt, until the love runs out.”
  • “I’ve got my mind made up and I can’t let go.”
  • “Got an angel on my shoulder, and Mephistopheles “
  • “Momma said ‘do what you want, say your prayers at night.’”
  • “I’m so devout.”
  • “I’m killing every second until it sees my soul.”
  • “We all want the same thing.”
  • “We all run for something.”

Secrets

  • “I need another story, something to get off my chest.”
  • “Need something that I can confess until my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve shed.”
  • “I’ve been on the brink.”
  • “Tell me what you want to hear.”
  • “I’m gonna give all my secrets away.”
  • “Amazing how we got this far, it’s like we’re chasing all those stars.”
  • “I don’t really like my flow.”
  • “Sick of all the insincere.”
  • “This time, don’t need another perfect lie.”
  • “Got no reason, got no shame.”
  • “Got no family I can’t blame.”
  • “Just don’t let me disappear.”
  • “I’mma tell you everything.”
  • “Don’t care if critics ever jump in line.”

I Lived

  • “Hope when you take that jump you don’t fear the fall.”
  • “Hope when the water rises, you built a wall.”
  • “Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay.”
  • “Hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad.”
  • “Hope that you don’t suffer but take the pain.”
  • “Hope when the moment comes you’ll say I did it all.”
  • “I owned every second that this world could give.”
  • “With every broken bone, I swear I lived.”
  • “Hope that you spend your days but they all add up.”
  • “Hope that when the sun goes down, you raise your glass.”
  • “I wish I could witness all your joy and all your pain.”
  • “I did it all.”

Feel Again

  • “I’ve been everywhere and back trying to replace everything that I’ve had ‘til my feel went numb.”
  • “Heart still beating but it’s not working.”
  • “I reach out trying to love but I feel nothing.”
  • “It’s been a long time coming since I’ve seen your face.”
  • “I’ve been everywhere and back trying to replace everything that I’ve broke ‘til my feet went numb.”
  • “But with you I feel again.”
  • “I’m feeling better ever since you’ve known me.”
  • “I was a lonely soul but that’s the old me.”
  • “A little wiser now from what you showed me.”

All The Right Moves

  • “We’re going down.”
  • “They’ve got it better than anyone’s told ya.”
  • “I’ll be the King of Heart, you’ll be the Queen of Spade.”
  • “We’ll fight for you like we were your soldiers.”
  • “I know we got it good.”
  • “The grass is looking greener each day.”
  • “I know things are looking up, but soon they’ll take us down before anyone’s knowing our names.”
  • “All the right friends in all the right places.”
  • “All the right moves in all the right places.”
  • “Everybody knows where we’re going.”
  • “Do you think I’m special?”
  • “Do you think I’m nice?””
  • “It can’t be possible that rain can fall only when it’s over our heads.”
  • “The sun is shining everyday but it’s so far away.”
  • “It don’t matter what you see, I know I could never be someone that’ll look like you.”
  • “It don’t matter what you say, I know I could never face someone that sounds like you.”
Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 4

I decided to split this chapter in two, so this is just the first half :) Enjoy!

Chapter 1    Chapter 2   Chapter 3


After riding on horseback for a full day, the dull gray stones of Castle Leoch were a welcome sight. Jamie could feel every man sigh in relief as that large shadow came into view. All except one, that is.

Claire’s tension grew with each passing step. As the foggy outline of the castle sharpened, her muscles tightened under Jamie’s hands. He tried his best to soothe her without speaking– an arm around her middle, a thumb caressing her shoulder. He did not want to draw attention to themselves.

Claire had put on a brave, hardened face for the other men in the party. But, as her body weakened– from pain, from hunger, from exhaustion– so did her resolve. The fear became apparent in those tawny eyes, and her initial anger began to dissolve. She looked lost.

He only hoped that some of his own strength would seep into her. Entering a world full of strangers is no easy feat, Jamie knew. Especially for this English woman in the Scottish countryside, where all she had was that weakened brave face.

***

There was no grand welcome when they entered the courtyard. The few people milling about greeted them quickly before going about their business. All except one.

Mrs. Fitz was a small, plump woman with contagious energy. The keeping of the castle took stamina, which she seemed to have an endless supply of. “Yer back! Wonderful! I’m sure yer starving. Plenty of food in the kitchen.”

With a rustle of skirts, Mrs. Fitz made her rounds. With a ‘Hello,’ and a pat on the shoulder, she sent them away to eat.

Jamie wasn’t exactly sure how to explain Claire to Mrs. Fitz. He supposed the truth was his best option, but would Claire want everyone to know of her situation?

“Angus, what happened to ye?” Angus was limping, an arm slung around Rupert’s shoulder for support.

“Ach, a soldier knocked me off my horse. Dinna fash. Our traveling nurse fixed me up.” He nodded toward Claire, who was still astride Donas.

Jamie reached up to help her down, but she stiffened at the new found attention. Mrs. Fitz was staring, at a loss for words.

“Mrs. Fitz, this is Mistress Claire…” He realized for the first time that he didn’t know her last name. She never said it.

At the sound of her name, Claire relaxed, shaking herself from her thoughts. “Beauchamp,” she croaked. “Claire Beauchamp.” She then placed her hand in his, and he heaved her to the ground.

“Well, Mistress Beauchamp, this is Mistress Fitzgibbons.”

Claire inclined her head politely, and Mrs. Fitz mirrored. “Well, Claire. How about ye come with me? Ye look as if ye have some injuries that I could help he with.” She wrapped her arm around Claire, and began to lead her toward the castle.

Jamie watched as they left. Claire turned back to him, her eyes wide and fearful, before disappearing around the corner.

***

Jamie did not see Claire for the rest of the day. He knew she needed her sleep, more than anyone else. However, his worry did not subside.

When she didn’t appear in the hall for dinner, he sought out Mrs. Fitz.

“Mrs. Fitz!” He found her by the kitchen hearth.

“Jamie, lad!” She stretched out her arms to him, and he gladly accepted her embrace.

“Hello. Um… where is Mistress Beauchamp?”

“Mistress Beauchamp? Claire?” 

“Aye.”

Her forehead creased. “She’s still in her room, I believe. I havena seen her since this morning.”

“Was she all right?”

The lines on her face deepened with sadness. “Aye, I suppose as well as she can be. Considering…”

“Considering…?”

“What she’s been through.”

“Did she tell ye everything?”

“Nay. But she told me enough. I’m sure she’ll be up and about tomorrow, though. Dinna fash, dear. She just needs her rest.”

Jamie nodded. His worry hadn’t abated, but he was comforted a bit by Mrs. Fitz’s presence. “Thank ye.”

***

Mrs. Fitz was wrong. Claire didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning.

Jamie wasn’t sure was sure what possessed him… But, he decided to go see her.

Lana Del Rey on Religion

“My understanding of God has come from my own personal experiences… because I was in trouble so many times in New York that if you were me, you would believe in God too. When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying. I dunno about congregating once a week in a church and all that, but when I heard there is a divine power you can call on, I did.“ 

“Well, I mixed it with my studies in theology, because it was the best school for the Jesuit faith and all of the Jesuits taught philosophy classes. There was just a lot of talk about going back to that basic question: Why do we exist? How did reality come to be? Why do we do what we do? And how not to become the butcher, the baker, the candlestickmaker, the guardians of the middle-class—that really interested me. I don’t know. Yeah, I loved being around people who wondered why we were here.”

“I guess I would say that the beautiful thing about feeling connected to something greater is that even at my lowest point I always have a feeling that I’m being taken care of. “

“And Jesus—I mean, being raised Catholic, it was just a way of life. Spirituality and religion were strong. I was in Catholic school until I was 13. Like a lot of other people, I think foundationally I was hymn inspired—musical hymns, not Him, Jesus. [Laughs.]”

“Like so many people, they always state the difference between faith and religion. The faith that I’ve come to find is a science of my own through lots of trials and errors. I’ve been through so many different walks of life that I’ve needed to ask a lot of questions that no human power can answer. I’ve had to seek a lot of guidance. I’ve had to pray a lot because I’ve been in trouble a lot. But it’s not until you do that that you realize there are answers out there to be found.”

To thine own self be true. Seek and ye shall find. There’s a science to prayer, I would say. I think sometimes when you’re really faced with a huge life dilemma or problem and you’ve turned to every sort of thing for answers, sometimes the last resort is to pray and to put out a question to the universe in your mind. Even when you put your question out there, you ask that invisible whoever “What do I do?” you sort of get answers; you forget the problem all over again.”

“I went to a Catholic school called St. Agnes and I loved going to church. I was very interesting and curious about the idea of a divine plan and that there was something bigger than us out there. I don’t have a traditional Catholic view of religion or God though – but I enjoy the feeling of being looked after in the spiritual sense.”

She attended a Catholic elementary school called St. Agnes, and was the cantor of the church across the street. “I loved church,” says Del Rey. “I loved the mysticism, the idea of something bigger, the idea of a divine plan. For me, the concept of religion transitioned into a really healthy idea of God–I don’t have the traditional views of a conservative Catholic, but my imagination was opened within the big blue-and-gold cathedral walls. I liked the idea of being looked after.”

I would say, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen.’ She’d say, ‘God didn’t save you from drowning just to beat you up on the shore. All you really need is patience when you have persistence.”

“I feel a strong relationship with God and I feel my ties are with him. That’s how I honestly feel. Everything I do, I do it for somebody I’ve never met before, something in the great beyond. That’s my primary relationship, really, is with something divine. I feel a connection as real with that as I’ve ever had with anybody on this earth.”

“There’s one song called “God Knows I Tried” which has a little gospel feel to it.”

Pennywise x Female Reader | of rabbits & foxes | part 1/1

Request:  “I’d love to see your take on Pen’s reaction if some little girl came stumbling up to his doorstep ripe with fear, but not because of him.”

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, blood, NSFW, breeding, oviposition, monster dick, mildly dubious consent 


The first time, you come to him the day before his long rest. He skulks about the sprawling sewer, checking and securing the perimeter. 27 years is a long time to remain undetected and undisturbed.

He’s making his way back to his nest from the furthest reaches of his domain when the tunnels vibrate with sound. He feels the rattle in his bones, the slosh of shallow water, a rapid little heartbeat, breath rushing in harried pants.

The shadows conceal his hulking frame from human eyes. He tracks the noises and scent, honing in like the apex predator he is. His instincts bring him to the mouth of the sewer where he finds a frightened little rabbit among the grey water and rocks. You’re curled into a ball, shivering and soaked to the bone. You look pathetic. His deep rumble of curiosity has your blank gaze shifting to him. Within seconds of eye contact, he knows everything about you.

Nothing is hidden.

“Hello, [Y/N].”

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Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 7

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6


Her skin was smooth, the finest of foreign silk. A scent–her scent– attacked his nostrils, fine and musky. Earthy, but undoubtedly feminine. Her thin fingers caressed his back, steadily tracing the scars that marred the skin. Long legs were hooked loosely around his own, small feet rubbing gently against his calves.

She assaulted his senses. She was the air around him, surrounding him with her touch, her taste. He couldn’t escape, didn’t want to.

“Claire…” He moaned into her ear, lips brushing the soft shell.

She rolled her hips against his in response– an entirely new sensation for Jamie. A quiet giggle whispered from her lips, much like the one from earlier that evening. “Yes, love?”

Love? Surely, he must be dreaming. Only in dreams did wishes come true so thoroughly.

“I… I want ye, Claire.”

Her legs rose, and hooked around his thighs. She pushed her hips again until their centers were flush. They groaned in unison. “I’m here, Jamie. Have me.”

“I… I don't… I think…”

“Don’t think. Just do. Please?” Her heels dug into his arse, urging…

So he did, pressing into her slowly… slowly… until all he could feel was warm slickness. He crushed himself to her, the hardness of her nipples poking into his chest.

He began to move without thought, a motion as old as time itself.

“Jamie… Jamie, please…” Her voice rasped, the shallow breaths interrupting her words. “Oh, God…”

She seemed to glow, as if lit from within by a candle. The world around them darkened; she was the only light.

“Oh… Oh…”

“Claire, I canna…”

***

Jamie woke, surrounded by hay and shit, cock in hand. Of course it was just a dream…

***

Jamie kept watch of Claire from afar. Perhaps it was the embarrassment after his dream that caused him to keep his distance. For weeks, he could not speak to her, could not look her in the eye without flashes of pale legs and full breasts filling his vision.

She didn’t seem to notice, though. She kept herself busy, surrounding her in the greenery that was the Leoch gardens. He saw her mind work as she contemplated each plant, each herb. Her lips moved quickly, whispering secrets to herself.

Sometimes she was joined by Geillis Duncan, wife of the local fiscal. Most times, though, she was alone. In those times, he felt compelled to join her, reach out to her. But her never did. His excuses came readily: he did not want to interrupt her, he was embarrassed by his dream.

Deep within his mind, a subconscious part, though, he knew the truth. He felt strongly about this woman, an emotion pulsed through him that he had never felt before.

He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t know it fully himself. But it frightened him.

***

The stream bubbled softly, lulling Jamie into a gentle daze. Thoughts escaped him– dreaming without falling asleep.

This was his place, a place he came to be alone. It was far enough from the castle grounds that others didn’t stumble upon it. It was truly nothing special, just a clearing beside a brook. But Jamie held it in high regard; he told his secrets to this earth.

“Jamie.” He started at his name. He knew that voice, but he turned anyway. Claire stood amongst the trees, halfway hidden between two trunks. A faerie, she seemed to be, comfortable and glowing in the nature surrounding her.

“Mistress Beauchamp, hello. How did ye find me out here?”

She walked over to him as she spoke. “Well, I saw you, and I called your name. But I suppose you didn’t hear me. So, I followed the red hair.” She motioned to the mop in question.

“Oh, aye? Did ye need anything, then? Please, sit.” Jamie moved over, giving her enough room to perch on the rock beside him.

“Actually, yes. I wanted to speak with you.”

“What is it, Mistress?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact.

“Avoiding ye? No, no, that’s no…”

She continues as if he hadn’t spoke. “I was just curious as to why. I mean… I hope I haven’t offended you in any way.”

“No, Sassenach, ye haven’t.”

“Is it your… umm… your lady? Did you not want her to get the wrong… idea about us? I would hate to get in the way of two people in love.”

He had no idea what she was speaking of. Love? “Wait. I’m sorry, Claire. My lady?”

“Oh… umm… yes. The pretty girl with the yellow hair?”

“You mean Laoghaire?”

“I suppose. I saw the two of you in the alcove by the kitchens.”

Jamie would have been grateful to disappear. He could feel his cheeks burn red. She saw that? “Oh… ummmm… no, no. That's… that isn’t my lady. That didn't… that wasn't… anything.”

He couldn’t look Claire in the eye. “So, you just kiss girls without meaning it?”

“N-no! It’s just… she kissed me! And then… I just… I didn't…”

“You didn’t stop her?”

God, what did she think of him now? A man with no morals? A man that takes advantage of women? He chanced a peek at her. A glint sparkled in her eyes, one side of her mouth turned up.

She was teasing him. Oh, Jesus.

“Yer mocking me.”

She didn’t deny it. “A bit,” she said through a chuckle.

“Verra funny.”

He felt a sharp elbow in his ribs. “Oh, come on. Just a bit of teasing. I was serious about you avoiding me, though.”

He couldn’t tell her the truth. “It’s just been… a hectic couple of weeks, is all. I’m sorry.”

“No, no! You’re fine! I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t upset you in anyway.”

“No,” he reassured with a smile. “Ye hadn’t.”

She grinned back before turning back to the stream. They both watched the water in silence. What was she thinking?

He watched her from the corner of his eyes. She sat as a statue, except for her hands. He watched her fingers twirl the gold band on her left hand, a hypnotizing steady rhythm.

“Ye miss him, don’t ye?”

“Hmm?” She followed his line of sight. “Oh, yes. Very much.”

“I’ll listen, if ye want to talk of him. I ken it helps sometimes.”

She turned, staring straight at him. A deep sadness clouded her face, her eyes a sunset disappearing into a starless night.

“His name was Frank…”

anonymous asked:

I finally watched baahubali 2. I cant rn. I cried like there was no tomorrow!

Ahh, I’m glad you watched the film anon ji. As for the crying… what was there really to cry about? Well other than the fact that Amarendra Baahubali, the true and rightful king of Mahishmati, was brutally murdered in the prime of hiS LIFE BEFORE HE GOT TO SEE HIS UNBORN CHILD AND HIS AMAZING WIFE DEVASENA BARELY GOT TO HOLD SAID CHILD FOR 2 MINUTES AFTER FINDING OUT ABOUT SAID DEAD HUSBAND. AND THEN SHE WAS CONFINED TO A LIFE IN CHAINS FOR 25 LONG YEARS INSTEAD OF LIVING HER DESTINED LIFE AS REIGNING QUEEN BECAUSE THIS WORLD IS A CRUEL, CRUEL PLACE AND nO- NO.. MAHENDRA, WHO IS A SHADOW OF WHAT HIS FATHER WAS, AS THE CONSOLATION-PRIZE-KING DOES NOT RECONCILE THE FACT THAT AMARENDRA BAAHUBALI, THE TRU…

Epic Destines 5e: Heir To The Empire

“Through your veins flows the blood of Bael Turath’s first emperor. With the vigor it gives you, you will see the empire rise again.”

Prerequisite: 21st level, tiefling

For too long your people have lived in the shadow of humanity. 

It is your birthright to rule. 

Yet that right comes with the responsibility to protect and steward, rather than abuse and enslave. 

You realize that your ancestors squandered the gift of their destiny, and you vow not to do the same. 

You struggle with this fate. Why you and why now? 

How can an empire so evil deserve rebirth? 

Yet the pieces of the tiefling past that pass into your life come alive at your touch. 

The crown fits… 

The scepter’s weight feels right in your hands. 

The throne seems like home. 

You dare to think that you might guide the world to see the bright future that you experience in prophetic dreams. 

Your new Bael Turath shall not be a place of shadows and despair. 

All who seek safety will find refuge. 

Justice will be merciful. 

Your rule will be righteous. 

Tieflings will again have a home in the world. 

An empire cannot rise overnight, yet many already look to you for leadership. 

More flock to your banner every day. 

Your fame surpasses that of any tiefling who has lived since the empire’s fall. 

If the empire can be returned to glory, it will be at your hand…

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Jongdae as | your best friend

[A/N: Requested by @justanotherexofangirl. Thanks for requested, love, I usually try to keep it all light and fluffy but these guys make my heart go fvCKING EMO, HONESTLY. anyway, I freaking loved writing this and I just want to be frieNDS, like, JD, hit this girl up??]

  • Key: [kjd | kim jongdae] [none | you]
  • I feel like Jongdae would honestly be such a bizarre type of friend.
  • Bizarre in his own lovely way, but bizarre nonetheless.

Originally posted by suhyla

  • Your friendship may or may not have started with your friends’ intentions of setting the two of you up.
  • You had mutual friends, you see, and it seems they found both of you fitting for each other.
  • And, boy, they weren’t wrong.
  • You were for each other–just for the whole different reasons.
  • The two of you did click in an instant.
  • With your weird jokes and mischief (and by that I mean your affinity for being total trolls), you did.

Originally posted by kiimjongbae

  • That’s why two months went by at the beginning in which the two of you pretended to be dating—only so that you could get back at your friends for setting you up.
  • That’s some commitment, honestly.
  • Although you really did wonder at the beginning if things could work out between you two.
  • Ha.
  • After that, Jongdae was either stuck to your very side every goddamn second or freaking nowhere to be seen.
  • That was his bizarre way.

Originally posted by kiimjongbae

  • You knew he was a successful idol so you knew from the beginning you’d have to learn to live without your best friend for a month the very least.
  • It took some strength to be honest,
  • And Jongdae didn’t make it much easier.
  • Specially because he would literally be your shadow whenever he was there and not a call when he left.
  • At home, he spent day and night at your place.
  • Or as much as a busy singer could, of course
  • But abroad—you really did know nothing about him while abroad.
  • And it maddened you.
  • In both senses of the word.
  • I mean, the boy thought you could read his mind.
  • No, literally .
  • [kjd] “(Y/N)~ why haven’t you said a word since I arrived?”
  • “Oh, I don’t know, why haven’t you sent a word since you left?! Do you know what the concept of making a call is? Shall I explain it to you, huh?!!”
  • [kjd] “But (Y/N)~ you always know how I am, if I’m hungry, whiney, or sleepy—you always know! You must know I’m doing well—”
  • “Not across the goddamn world, Jongdae, I can’t read your mind!”
  • [kjd] “But—jjirit, jjirit, jjirit.”-doing twice’s signal move-
  • “I will snap your neck.”
  • And it was funny, all of EXO sitting aside like judges calling it “lover’s quarrel”.
  • Again—ha.
  • And those were constants in your friendship: EXO and their thinking you two might secretly love each other.

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

  • And being the comedic pair you were, if not dramatic, you settled once for drinking down your alleged feelings.
  • [kjd, drunk as f—] “Please, (Y/N), tell me if there’s something I haven’t seen that everyone else has. Do you really love me?”
  • -fluffing wasted- “I do love you—”
  • [kjd] “oMG,”
  • “—I love you the way I loved the goldfish I had in third grade (patting his back) it was pretty but it didn’t look smart, I was tired of feeding him, to be honest, so I left it to my mom, and I forgot his fucKING NAME EVERY TIME. But I did love that buddy, I did.”
  • [kjd, with tears, grabbing your neck] “I will cut you—”
  • “I love you, bro.”
  • And drunk buddies.

  • Drunk trio, honestly.
  • Let’s not forget the other best friend, the bread to the peanut butter and jelly.
  • Good old pal, Kim-goddamn-Minseok.
  • It wouldn’t be strange for Minseok to accompany you in your “drunk adventures”–or anything the two of you ever did, really–if they could be even called that; 
  • If you could call drunk-binge-eating-and-crying-for-absolutely-nothing “drunk adventures”.
  • Minseok would be the only one to remain sober most of the time, though, so expect some ugly pictures of the two of you the next day.

Originally posted by minniedeer

  • [we interrupt this regular head-cannon-broadcast with a random-baby-list of what being best friends with Jongdae would actually mean:
  • completely unnecessary and pointless calls at 2:00 a.m.,
  • helping him pack to travel abroad,
  • “accidentally” removing his underwear and placing mismatched pieces of clothing in the process of it,
  • pranking exo,
  • half of the time considering creating a pranking channel,
  • teaching him english/your native language,
  • feeding pigeons on your walks home,
  • trying to get him to give you vocal lessons,
  • dirty jokes,
  • playing hide and seek but completely pretending like you forgot to look for the other only to finally find each other for after a good 45 minutes,
  • very random, very weird dance freestyle competitions,

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

  • having the members laugh at the lot of you half of the time,
  • you two being whiney bitches cute female dogs on a daily basis,  
  • -collective awaeeeeee-
  • we shall continue the regular programming]
  • anywAY, I feel like Jongdae would definitely be the type of friend to make random plans at the most unexpected moments,
  • yet at the most perfect moments all the same:
  • feeling stressed?
  • there’s suddenly a new bakery shop right on his way to the dorms.
  • feeling depressed?
  • why, let’s go to a fair!
  • it’s winter you say?
  • [kjd] “It’s closed? Do you know who I am?”
  • “The biggest idiot?”
  • [kjd] “The biggest idiot that will make that goddamn ferris wheel turn for his best friend.”

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong


  • And he would sing for you
  • Because that’s how much of a sweetheart he is;
  • despite him complaining how nervous it made him, weirdly enough, to sing just for you, he would if you asked him.
  • Jongdae would be the type of friend you could be vulnerable with because he would just be.
  • Be there, for you, unconditionally so.
  • Even when you so despised the idea of being seen in such state, he wouldn’t accept your conviction much willingly, he wouldn’t.
  • He would instead hold you for as long as you needed.
  • Hold you and listen.
  • Listen to your words or just the silence between you, knowing it would soon be broken by both your laughter.
  • And that was all you could ever need.

Originally posted by kiimjongbae

Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 2

A little later than I hoped, but here’s chapter 2!!

Chapter 1


The woman’s shaky ‘trust’ in Jamie became immediately evident as they continued to ride. Slowly, slowly her head began to fall backward, resting on his shoulder. Her soft snores echoed in his ear against the strong breeze.

The need to protect something so defenseless strengthened. Jamie pulled her closer with his free hand, careful not to irritate any possible injuries on her torso. 

It was strange, this protectiveness. He had felt it before of course; for his sister, his family, sometimes even the horses. But, never for a stranger.

Perhaps he felt a kinship with her, both having been on the sharp end of Black Jack Randall’s sickness.

Perhaps…perhaps he wished someone would have protected him.

***

Jamie rode hard, eager to be away from Redcoats and kinsmen alike. He needed to speak to this woman before effectively handing her over to the MacKenzies. However, she still slept peacefully on his shoulder, despite the roughness of the ride.

They would have to stop soon to water Donas. And then…then they would talk.

***

Jamie heard the bubbling of a nearby creek. Pulling the reigns, he steered Donas toward the sound.

“Mistress? Mistress?” He shook the woman gently, trying to wake her from her rest.

She started, then, head popping quickly in the air, a hairsbreadth from knocking Jamie’s teeth in. She began to struggle, catching herself just in time before toppling off the horse.

“Mistress, mistress. It’s me, remember? From the creek?” She whipped her head back to glance at him over her shoulder. She had a proud profile, and Jamie thought that perhaps she was lovely underneath her bruises. “I’ve got to water the horse. I thought… perhaps we could talk.”

She stared at him, judging, contemplating. Her eyes looked him up and down. The were honey, he noticed, but not sweet. Shrewd. Intelligent. Wary.

And can ye blame her?

Her head bobbed once, a quick nod of acquiescence.

***

Jamie hobbled the horse, letting him graze gently on the fertile land surrounding the creek. He didn’t tear his eyes away from the woman, however. She had wandered to the water’s edge to carefully wash her damaged skin.

Once Donas was settled and munching happily, Jamie walked to her, slowly as to not startle her again. He dropped down on the bank as well, careful to give her space. She didn’t look at him when he sat, though. Her eyes were transfixed on the rippling current before her. He knew she didn’t truly trust him, that her faith in him came from the fact he was the lesser evil of two men. But, it was just the two of them for the moment, and he hoped to gain her favor. He wanted to help.

“My name is Jamie.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but did not face him. The same cold shrewdness was still hidden in those depths. “What’s yours?”

He watched her throat bob, working against the bruising and swelling that hindered her voice. Finally, a quiet rasp: “C…Claire.”

“Weel, Claire. How did ye find yerself here?”

She scoffed, and finally turned to face him. In another whispering croak, “Long st…story.”

“Aye, alright. Later then.” She turned away from him, clearly not looking forward to the prospect of ‘later.’ “Listen, I ken ye dinna know me, and my word means nothing to ye. But, I promise to keep ye safe.”

“D…Don’t lie. You don’t kn…know me.”

“That’s true. But, I know Randall. Knew Randall,” he amended. “Whatever ye did…ye didna deserve that bastard’s ire.”

Jamie watched Claire’s throat move again, straining. “You don’t know th…that.”

“A truly evil person does no fear, for he has nothing to lose. And ye were frightened, I saw yer face. Am I wrong?” No response, but a small shrug. “I didna think so.”

“I… I didn’t do anything. I’m not a c… criminal.” She was looking straight at him then, eyes still wary but sincere.

“No, I didna think ye were. But, we’re at the mercy of the powerful, are we no? Their truth and the actual truth can sometimes differ.”

Another small shrug. Then a nod.

They sat in quietly, the bubbling water loud against the uncomfortable silence. Both of them contemplated Jamie’s words, feeling them weigh on their shoulders for they had both been at the mercy of someone else’s truth.

Donas stamped his feet impatiently, breaking the semi-tranquility.

“We’d better go.” Claire was startled by his voice, tensing slightly. “I’m sorry, I didna mean to…”

She waved him off. “Wh… where are we going?”

“Weel, we’ll be heading to Castle Leoch. But first we must meet up with the other men.”

“Other men?” For the first time since Jamie rescued her, Claire looked truly afraid of him.

“They’ll no hurt ye. I’ll make sure of it.” He could tell she didn’t believe him. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Ye think I’m lying?”

“N… no. Just don’t m… make promise you c… can’t keep.”

“Dinna worry. I won’t. Come.” He held out his hand to help her. She was still weak from her injuries, and the lack of food and doctoring wasn’t helping her.

“Y… you said earlier you kn… knew Randall. How?”

He thought she had put it perfectly earlier. “It’s a long story. Come on, we have a long way to go.”

Pieces of chaos

The Elsewhere University is rare place, where reality is thin, thin enough that you can slip through, that you can turn belief in reality, that you can see Crows and wyrms and other things mostly Else (but for cats. Cats care not for reality and walls between worlds. Cats walk where they want when they want how they want). But thankfully it isn’t so rare to attract True attention.

Oh there are courts. Petty tiny things when you look at it, seasons and times of days and even smaller, weaker minnows. And even then, you will never find whole courts or their rulers. Dukes and barons and princes yes, but not kings and queens.

Spring with its bloom and renewal and growth, strong enough to heal every wound of living and choke and conquer Earth like kudzu. Summer with its sunfire and strength and sea, powerful enough to burn and drown and smother world. Autumn with its harvests and decay and storms, mighty enough to unleash decay upon planet and bring rot and illness. Winter with its cold and darkness and silence, great enough to freeze and stifle and bury life itself.

Day with its blue sky and illusions, night with its black heaven and stars, golden dawn and grim twilight. Light, blinding and scorching and with radioactive smile. Night, deep and hungry and greedy and starving.

Fire that wants to feed and smother. Air that cannot be seen or heard, thinking itself above all but always felt. Earth from which all rise and all return to, mother of all. Water,deep and changing and most cunning and determined of them all.

Seelie, so beautiful and joyous and with endless order. Unseelie, terrible and painful and with unstoppable chaos.

Life that only wants to thrive. Death, most just, taking all.

They play their games, commoners and nobles alike, and their godlike rulers (pure things lsying deep beneath dreams, less people and more personificatipns) lustening to games, and forms belief bestows upon their subjects, ways humans interpret and respect and defile and fear nature, plotting against thousand other courts.

And knowing they are but small fishes swimming above great abyss.

There are three, Fair Folk know, three beings that can walk mortal world without shattering it. Three things from depths that were before time and will be after cosmos ends. Three beings resting in demersal zone, three avatars of True Royals, three pieces thrown to explore small small world.

Gentry know of them, though few have seen them. Stuff of legends and nightmares they won’t share with anybody. They learn of them, whispered in darkness of Underhill. Even Wyrm and crows know better than to challenge Three. Crows and Wyrms don’t trick or bargain, they take and devour. But neither does True Royalty, even avatars made to be weak-they walk and crush those who oppose them.

Do not ask of them. Gentry won’t dare answer. Do not seek them. They can’t be hunted. They may be exploring this young universe. They may be plotting. They may be hands and eyes of The Queen. It doesn’t matter. Pray you never find then.

Tall One is first. Thin and of long neck. Bone and mask, antler and crown. Where veil is thin they come and watch. They walk,silent, more unknown than Anna Monday. None know their motives or desires. They dwell in human world. Once you see them you know you are caught too deep. Question is are they warning or executor,  neither or both.

Second is Hidden Darkness. It dwells in Underhill, hiding in tidal pools of Else, exploring reaches even most terrible fae avoid. Did it come to them because they were terrible or did it make them such. It seeks fun, and horror, and shall you find it- a formless shadow- it will devour you, body and mind and soul, power and existence and Name no matter what you are, mortal or Fair.

Third is Fairy Godmother. She waits in hall of sorrow between worlds, story attic warmed by fire of childhood dreams, cloak of tears and wand of silver bone. She goes where there is pain and need, bound by ancient promise of most famous tale. She seeks legends, and took all the best  and worst world had to offer-wisest,strongest,bravest,most foolish,weakest and most cowardly. Only kindest remained free. If you are in need, she will bring you, and by magic and mundane, act and advice save you. Do not demand her help. Do not ask for more. Do not spit on tales.

And yes, I know I shouldn’t be speaking this. But I am doomed either way. As for you, dear enemy… do not turn your head. It will be easier that way.

x

When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.“

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

—  Kahlil Gibran