I don’t want to forget,
it was beautiful while it lasted,
although to my greatest regret
I let it turn ugly after.
I crave the gentleness of old age,
youth stings the bitterness
of loss;
helpless dreams about hopeless
futures, too stubborn to let go off.
Too much life force left to burn up,
steadfastly fighting for a heart
already lost.
Were I to live in a tranquil state of
impending death –
surely I’d choose to count my
blessings instead.
—  I don’t want to forget, by M.A. Tempels © 2016

Not Spirit Animals

Here’s a little thing that keeps popping up and probably will continue to do so, and while I don’t think a tumblr post is going to make much of a difference at least I’ll get this off my chest: SO

NONE of the mages’ animals we’ve seen so far are spirit animals. None of them. I’ll even admit I don’t know much about the concept of actual spirit animals, but there are a few things that set these animals as something else.


A guardian who advises you through dreams and brings you prophetic visions. Fylgja is a well documented concept that occurs in several sagas, such as Gísla saga Súrssonar where Gísli gets prophetic visions of his future and of his own impending death. Fylgja are typically met while asleep but some of them have been said to be strong enough to manifest in the waking as well.

Why is a fylgja not a spirit animal then? Well, firstly because fylgja is a Norse concept, not Native American. Fylgja arrive to a child at the moment of birth and the child’s fate in life depends greatly on how good tempered fylgja they get. No amount of personal prowess helps you if your fate is to be unlucky, such as the saga hero Grettir shows. A fylgja is not necessarily helpful or willing to teach you anything about yourself, while good ones help your life to be good, malicious ones work to cause your untimely death.

Furthermore, fylgja are not always animals at all. They can take the shape of a woman, in which case they’re sometimes referred to as fylgjakona or draumkona, but are still the exact same thing. A person can also have more than one fylgja (Gísli had two, one kind and one evil), which I think does not work with spirit animals. If anyone who knows more about spirit animals wants to educate me on the subject or fix my mistakes here I’d be really interested and grateful!


This one is even easier to explain: luonto are not spirit animals, they’re your own soul (one of the three souls in the Finnish triple soul idea with the other two being henki = breath and itse = self). They choose you at the time you get your first tooth, you cannot affect the process in any way, and although luonto tend to be kind to their owner they too come in a range of strength. Their form greatly affects the person they belong to, their animal attributes typically manifest in their owner in some way, and the strength of them defines your luck in life and your personal presence. A person with strong luonto will draw attention simply by being around, for example.

Luonto offer no guidance, although they can at times warn their owner about dangers long before they happen. This usually means the person will get a premonition of a place or a situation they suddenly really, really want to avoid.

Luonto can manifest in the waking world, and sometimes they do that to scout the way ahead of you. You won’t know it but other people may get a sudden feeling that you’ve arrived somehow or even “see” you walk in although you’re still hours away. Often when you finally get there you do exactly the same thing your luonto did before you, like slam a door the same way, forget to close a gate behind you, something of the sort.

In conclusion, a fylgja is something or somethings that either work for your well-being or against you, and luonto is one part of a person’s soul. Spirit animals are yet another thing and calling fylgja and luonto spirit animals ignores all the cultures behind these terms, the Norse, the Finnish and those Native American cultures that have spirit animals. 

making room, a barisi fic: chapter two

Not even his first day walking the honored and distinguished halls of Harvard Law had made Rafael as skin-pickingly nervous as this one, single car ride did.

It was a nervous habit – albeit, a self-destructive one at that – that normally only made an appearance in the rare moments when he couldn’t quite manage a read on which way a jury was leaning.

And, apparently, the impending meeting of his daughter.

His daughter.

His and Sonny’s daughter.

The daughter that they’d raise, care for, and love; who would be intelligent, and kind, and creative, and loving, and every bit as sweet as Sonny.

It was a mantra, of sorts; if he repeated it often enough, it was bound to come true.

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anonymous asked:

I just think clexa should have made out more in general

highkey same, and they deserved to kiss when like. life and death and impending separation wasn’t always looming in the balance, that’s just my #onion

Put Your Curse in Reverse

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by frombluetored

Scorpius Malfoy knew his fifth year would be challenging– but he hadn’t expected this. Between his impending O.W.L.s, his new relationship, Quidditch tryouts, the public eye, and the Slug Club, he can hardly catch his breath. Meanwhile, Harry Potter discovers that being a professor at Hogwarts is very different from being a student there– especially when you’ve got three mischievous children and a handful of students who can’t seem to do more than ogle at you.

Words: 11713, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of It’s Tea Time

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Imagine John confessing his feelings to you

Part One 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

It had been a month since John had watched you, and while your arm was still healing he had found every reason not to see you. The moment he stepped of Bobby’s porch he swore to never see you again, unless he was fully ready to accept that he was in love with you, and he was no where near that. The only thing holding him back was the impending fear that you would end up like Mary…..

However there was one thing he didn’t factor into his plan….

“Daddy, can we go see uncle Bobby this weekend?” Dean asked as he helped Sammy into his spider man pajamas, which happened to be a gift from you.

“I mean I am not sure if he wants up there, he might be on…”

“Well isn’t [Y/n] still hurt, I am sure she wouldn’t mind us staying at the house with her.”

“Yea well….”

“Please?” Sammy whined, his brown eyes looking up at his father as John turned his attention from one son to the other.

His heart was breaking at the sight of his young son looking at him, with a longing in his eyes. this longing created by the mere mention of your name, and the possibility of seeing you. He found himself reminded of the moment that he realized he loved you, when he saw how wonderful you were with his children. And he found himself giving in.

You sat on the porch, A cup in your good hand as you watched the morning fog settle over the junk yard. As you sipped your tea and enjoyed the silence of an empty house, you couldn’t help but feel a small ping in your heart at the absence of small feet patting against the floor. you missed the morning greetings from the two little angels, or the mac and cheese lunches, or the story times. You also missed the smell of leather and musk that lurked in your house when the Winchesters came, or the soothing sound of his voice filling the room when he talked to you, or watching the interactions between him and the two little angels. You missed the man you had slowly found yourself falling in love with, and then you heard the purr of an Impala ‘67.

Your eyes raised from your cup, and came face to face with the sight of the car, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of the black beauty. As the engine cut you rose from your seat and looked upon the car, before hearing the door slam, “[Y/N]!!!” 

You sat the cup down just in time to catch a running Dean in a hug, lifting him off the ground as you hugged him. When you put him back down and looked up you were greeted with the sight of John Winchester carrying Sam, standing on your steps, as Sam laughed a broken version of your name and leaned towards you.

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” You smiled as you extended your arms towards the toddler.

“Well the kids wanted to see ya, and I figured you would still be home bond. So I figured we would swing by for the weekend, if that is okay with you?”

“John Winchester, you know that you are always welcome here, now have my three favorite men eaten yet?”

“No. Will you make us Mac and Cheese?” Dean smiled as you started towards the door with Sam, “Of course baby.” 

Yup John was defiantly in trouble…..

“So how has hunting been lately?” You asked John the next evening, the stars blanketed the sky as you sat on the back porch swing with the gruff man. 

“Good, before we came up here I had just finished a werewolf case in South Dakota.”

“Well thankfully you are okay.” You smiled as he looked from the sky to you.

“Yea.” He whispered before he got up and started inside.

“Where are you going?” You whispered as he passed you.

“To bed.”

“John Winchester…. why are you avoiding me?”

“What.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at you, your eyes meeting his as you whispered, “Unless the boys are with me, you won’t even be in the same room as me. You avoid eye contact with me, and won’t talk to me. So I just wanna know what I did?”

“You didn’t do anything.” John replied as his heart beat quickened, he knew he loved you, and wanted nothing more then to tell you. But he feared your rejection, but he feared hurting you more.

“Then why? I mean we have been friends for years now, and you are acting like I have the plague or something.”

“It is nothing….”

“No it is something, and I wanna know what?”

He took a deep breathe and watched the tears escape your eyes, “I think I am falling for you. And it scares the crap out of me.”


“You have to know, the last time I felt this feeling, I was 18 and in love with the mother of those two boys upstairs. I haven’t felt that in a long time, especially since….” He took another breath and looked at you, “I just don’t want you to end up dead on the ceilin’ or worse.”

“John.” You whispered

“You are great with the kids too, they adore you. I am sure they would love for you to join us and travel around, and would be okay if we started dating. But I am sure you don’t want to date a old man like me, or take on the full time responsibility of raising two boys, not when you have….”

“I love you too.” You blurted out, causing him to stop talking, “I didn’t realize till after you left, and I started to miss ya. I love those boys, you know that, but it wasn’t just them I was missing. I was missing this, the talks, the burgers, I missed seeing you in the morning with your bed head, or you sitting on the couch reading. I missed the fact that every morning you would already have my favorite tea ready for me. You know more about me then anyone in this world, even Bobby. I found myself falling for you too, but was too scared to ever tell ya, since I now what love can do on the job, and that you will always love Mary.”

You were cut short by the feeling of lips on yours, his hand tangled into your hair as he pushed your head closer to his, your lips synchronizing as you quickly stood up. Soon he had moved you away from the swing, and up against the wall, your legs wrapping around him as he held you up with one arm and pushed you against the outside of the house. And then you needed air, he slowly pulled away from the make out session and looked into your [Y/E/C]ed eyes.

“please, say you will try this with me?” He whispered as his head leaned into your shoulder, your breast moving beneath his face as you inhaled and exhaled. 

“Yes.” Was all you got out before you found yourself kissing the top of his head.

Celtic (Scottish football club) fans have raised more than £100,000 for Palestinian charities in an attempt to match an impending Uefa fine for displaying Palestinian flags at a match against an Israeli team.

European football’s governing body began disciplinary proceedings against the Glasgow club last week after a number of fans displayed the flags during their 5-2 home victory against Hapoel Be’er Sheva in a Champions League qualifier.

The return leg is due to be played in Israel on Tuesday night.

The Green Brigade group of supporters set up an appeal on the gofundme website on Sunday to match the anticipated fine, and donations passed £80,000 on Tuesday morning.

The fans are raising money for Medical Aid Palestine, which delivers health and medical care to those “worst affected by conflict, occupation and displacement”, and the Lajee Centre, a cultural and sports project for children in Aida refugee camp, in Bethlehem.

The appeal read: “At the Champions League match with Hapoel Be’er Sheva on 17 August 2016, the Green Brigade and fans throughout Celtic Park flew the flag for Palestine. This act of solidarity has earned Celtic respect and acclaim throughout the world. It has also attracted a disciplinary charge from Uefa, which deems the Palestinian flag to be an ‘illicit banner’.

“In response to this petty and politically partisan act by European football’s governing body, we are determined to make a positive contribution to the game and today launch a campaign to #matchthefineforpalestine.”

The statement said the money raised would help buy football kit and equipment to enable the refugee camp to have a team, which would be called Aida Celtic, in the Bethlehem youth league.

Celtic face their ninth Uefa punishment for supporter behaviour in five years when the case is heard on 22 September. Two years ago the club was fined more than £15,000 after a Palestinian flag was displayed at a Champions League qualifier against KR Reykjavik.

Uefa rules forbid the use of “gestures, words, objects or any other means to transmit any message that is not fit for a sports event, particularly messages that are of a political, ideological, religious, offensive or provocative nature”.

Help a trans woman survive impending homelessness!

[17 August 2016]

Hello everyone,I’m Nell,a 21 year old Malaysian trans woman. As some of my followers can attest,I’ve been living with a transphobic and overall abusive parent for many years now,and recently our tensions may have reached a severe point.

Long story short,I am doing my best to get in touch with a homeless shelter that would accommodate me for the next 2-3 months till I can save up to rent a room,but I would also appreciate help in raising funds in order to cover basic expenses until I can get a place to stay.

With that,this post also serves a secondary purpose.namely looking for anyone in Malaysia who might have their own place in the state of Selangor or neighbouring states,or are capable of subletting/sharing space to me.

Donations can be directed to my Paypal at

I can be contacted at,at the phone number 019-3480037,or here on Tumblr.

Even if you cannot give donations,or provide shelter,please spread this around so that I can potentially be put in contact with someone who can.

I will likely need to leave some time in early September.

Thank you all in advance so much for any help you can give!

voltron characters as people i've met this week at school

lance: this guy in my study hall who just asked everyone in the room to follow him on instagram (I told him unemotionally “no, I don’t even know you” & apparently that was savage and everyone laughed so hard)

(lance is also the student body president who goes on the announcements and refers to himself as “The King”)

keith: the Angry Sophomore I met in band who didn’t know what he was doing and was really upset with getting band on his schedule. he left in the middle of class to get a schedule change. never saw him again

pidge: my computer science teacher who frequently makes jokes about the impending robot apocalypse (memorable quote: “I once tried to get a job at NASA, and once they stopped laughing at me, I left”)

hunk: my really chill math teacher who tries his best. he is a very thorough teacher and speaks clearly. he also made a nervous joke about tripping over a computer wire and dying.

allura: my friend who has 5 classes with me. she is tall, smart, and tough. I trust her with my life. if she killed me, i would thank her.

shiro: i literally have not met anyone who resembles him

coran: my Spanish teacher who talks too fast. my teacher is spontaneous and moves quickly in the class. i am low-key concerned for my teacher

I’ve been stalking the Symmrat fandom for 2 weeks now, and I just can’t stand being witness to the total lack of content. I absolutely adore their impending chemistry, not to mention I use these two quite a lot when I play.

Here are some doodles of a couple of headcanons I thought of just now. Love you guys and let me know through ask or reblogs if you love these headcanons or would like to request for more!

  • leftists:*give detailed explanation as to why capitalism is slowly unraveling itself through the impending automation of human labor and the widespread destruction of ecosystems, arguing that the automation ought to be put to democratic use and that the profit system of infinite growth be abolished in favor of production for human need rather than elite profit*
  • some libertarian capitalist nerd:um, but you know, if you increase the minimum wage, *scoffs*, employers won't be able to afford to hire workers and they'll want to automate instead, *scoffs*, and then people will want free stuff™ from the government, stupid leftists ignoring the basic principles of capitalism.
  • leftists:*collectively look at the camera like jim from the office*

anonymous asked:

Scorpius hanging out at Albus's house and Ginny is being all motherly makes Scorp emotional :(

Sorry it took me so long, but I hope you enjoy!


It takes its toll on him in random moments. Sometimes Scorp will be fine, and then the death of his mother will come and hit him in the face like a bludger. Most of the time, it is at night when he goes home to visit his father, and Scorp resigned himself to the fact that he’d never have a mother again.

He sits in the Potter kitchen, poking at a plate of eggs, when he feels the telltale signs of an impending attack. Tears form in his eyes without his consent, and he takes a shaky breath, hoping that he can get it over with before anyone notices.

“Scorpius?” a voice asks suddenly. “Are you all right, darling?”

Mrs. Potter’s tone is soft, quiet, but not pitying, which Scorp is grateful for. If he has inherited anything from his father, it’s his pride.

Initially, he intends to nod his head, that yes, of course, he is all right, but his mind is out of his control and he finds himself shaking his head with a despairing, “No, Mrs. Potter, I’m not. I’m a boy without a mother.”

She says nothing after that, only comes up behind him and rubs his back gently before nudging at his shoulder to get off the stool he sits on. Forgetting his eggs, he follows her silent motions dutifully, and Mrs. Potter envelopes him in a gentle but fierce hug.

It lasts a long time, but Scorp doesn’t mind. He buries his face into her soft stomach and breathes the comforting smell of a mother who cares, a scent he’s not smelled for ages.

“Scorpius Malfoy,” Ginny Potter says after a while, kissing the flurry of platinum white hair atop the boy’s head, “you will always find a mother here.”

Goodbye, my lover.

The tarmac scene at the end of His Last Vow, to me, is one of the biggest indicators of impending Johnlock. There’s of course the lines preceding “Sherlock is actually a girl’s name” :

SHERLOCK: John, there’s something … I should say; I-I’ve meant to say always and then never have. Since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, I might as well say it now.
(He hesitates for a long time, then draws in a deep breath and raises his eyes to John’s.)
SHERLOCK: Sherlock is actually a girl’s name. [X]

It’s heavily implied as an aborted declaration of love, as we all know, and a classic romantic trope of the protagonist finally confessing his love to the object of his affections.

And there’s the fact that John is present at all. In books/movies/TV shows that feature a couple in the lead, whenever one of the two lovebirds is leaving for good, the last person they wish to speak to is almost always their love interest. Some instances :

Dirty Dancing.

Casablanca [X].


The Bodyguard [X].

And so on. 

John is the last person he wanted to speak to before he left, never to return. He even explicitly asked for a moment of privacy for them both. Had Molly or some lady been in place of John, it would’ve been instantly obvious where this conversation was headed. Had Molly or someone else been in place of John, maybe I wouldn’t be so sure of Johnlock becoming canon. 

If the lovely scenes mentioned above can be read as romantic, then why not this?

Originally posted by obiwanns

Originally posted by switchlock

Ronan was beautiful in the way that midnight is beautiful, seemingly dark and deceiving, yet always accompanied by the impending brightness hovering just beyond the horizon.
Ronan was beautiful in the way that thunderstorms are beautiful, all sound and flashes of light, reckless despite the glistening droplets falling from heaven, soaking every inch of earth with chill and warmth all at once.
Ronan was beautiful in the way that driving is beautiful, in sleek cars beneath star filled skies, the pulsing of electronic beats on roads that never seem to end.
Ronan was beautiful in the way that cabeswater is beautiful, mysterious and full of incomprehensible wonder, a darkness filled with rare patches of light.
Ronan was beautiful in the way that his love is beautiful, both in silence and in screaming color, every beat of his heart an echo of his desire to love and be loved in return.
—  “Ronan, you are beautiful in ways that even poetry cannot describe.”
(m.b, a Ronan Lynch poem)