invisible childrens

Here’s a fun little trick: take children’s clothes, dip them in water and hold them in place until they freeze like this. When the weather starts to get a little warmer, the invisible children slowly melt to the ground. 

I can sense a million new horror pranks or new ideas for creepy stories this way. 

Moon-Neptune 
Moon conjunct Neptune, Moon square Neptune, Moon trine Neptune, Moon opposite Neptune, Moon sextile Neptune 

When Neptune and the Moon make music the emotional spectrum can be oceanic. The individual is tapped into the whole sensory orchestra of the collective, mood shifts by the Moon become fantasised by the waves of Neptune, enveloping the individual entrancingly, transporting them to lagoons to pure feeling, euphoria, and ecstasy, and sadness, and deep melancholy. Moon-Neptune individuals have permeable boundaries, they can become cocooned by the mood of the room, leaky and vulnerable. The individual is an impressive empath, capable of reading body language and hidden emotion well. It can be impossible to deceive these people with lies that, ‘you are fine’, because they can feel sadness in your eyes and in your spirit. These individuals can be psychic children, often developing profound empathy as young children, receiving invisible signals and hidden details. The imagination can be wicked with Moon-Neptune. Triggered by emotion, the fantasy world can sketch a murky ocean of darkness, prophetizing chaos and torture. So this vivid imagination can turn self destructive, depending on the mood or environment. The artistic expression can be rich here, any form of creative essence flows from two cosmic waterfalls, music, painting, writing, cinema, glamour, dance, any experience that mimics the creative activity of God. This is the illusion of all illusion, a lunar dreamboat riding into Neptune bay.

-C.

What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the electromagnetic spectrum runs to zero in one direction and infinity in the other, so really, children, mathematically, all of light is invisible.
—  All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

Not requested

In fact, I am in the midst of compiling the
world’s first complete account of one day in
the life of a town, as experienced by
everyone in it. Every action, every
conversation, every sound made by each of
the one hundred fifty-nine human and three
hundred thirty-two animal residents of
Cairnholm, minute by minute, sunup to sundown.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for Victor?

of course!, I love him very much,


  • I see Victor as  an older brother to not only Bronwyn, but all of the children, he very enjoys spending time with everyone from playing tea party with Claire, to recording the daily life of the townsfolk with Millard
  • He’s very affectionate!, loves to give bear hugs to everyone for no particular reason(but tries not to hold too tight though, or he might break someone’s back on accident)
  • Big softie for small animals,there’s a little section in his heart where his love for puppies reside and he tries not to act on it everytime he sees one, but sometimes he just has to take one home.
  • “Aw,come on,look at him! You can’t blame me!”  is probably something Miss Peregrine has heard one too many times

 

  • He used to be very hesitant towards small animals, since he was very tall and they were pretty small
  • Has a talent for braiding hair, Emma jokes that that’s his real peculiarity
  • He just laughs
  • Victor’s knack for braiding developed when he was around 10 or so, he would braid Bronwyn’s hair and have her braid his, they would play a game to see who could braid the fastest to pass the time.

A very emotional person, very much an all teethy smiles and loud laughs type of guy; never afraid to cry or show any weakness towards others, which may be a reason why so many looked up to him

Miss Peregrine's Thoughts

What if Millard got to homeschool all the other peculiar children so he can finally fulfill his dream of becoming a teacher without his invisibility holding him back? He could even run a school specifically for peculiar children as there are quite a lot of them and then he could be doing what he always wanted and helping others showing them they can too like he did with the gypsy boy. He deserves to be happy!!

Review - 13x24

Hey guys, @jordan202 here. This is going to be a quicker one. Since it’s the last installment of the season, let’s wrap it up assessing the entire episode, but keeping the focus on Omelia of course.

I have to say that, compared to 13x23, this episode didn’t excite me as much. Sure, we got amazing moments, especially for Omelia, but I think this whole thing probably would have worked out better as a two hour season finale. In all honesty, I thought 13x23 was a bit more exciting. I could be biased by the fact that we had a huge Omelia turning point from ep 22 to 23 and a much smoother transition to 24, but I think the pace of last week’s episode was more intense.

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anonymous asked:

I mean Fox's next reboot about the FF will be about Mister Fantastic and Invisible Woman's children, in a similar style to The Incredibles.

“Guys. Why are these F4 movies failing?”

“Bad use of budget?”
“Poor actor choices?”
“Crappy scripts?”
“Terrible directors?”
“Fundamentally misunderstanding the source material?”

“No. And you’re all fired. The reason is WE DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH KIDS IN THEM.”

yeah looking back on it the mental breakdown is suspicious. hell, the whole Kony 2012 thing is suspicious. Totally astroturfed movement out of nowhere encouraging foreign involvement in a country most people can’t find on a map? hmm i wonder who Invisible Children’s top donors are…

hell sometimes its just weird thinking about how some of us are leftover from a decent sized Ron Paul following from 2012. most of the OGs are either gone to better pastures, allowed themselves to be ideologically subverted from both left and right authoritarians, or they swallowed the red pull and are in the same camps we’re in at this point (soon to be Fema camps?). The constitutionalists on here just freak me out. All the kids who got into libertarianism and small government after Ron Paul circa 2014? It’s weird. They haven’t become radical enough. they still think Milton Friedman is radical.

i dunno. i’ve had too much coffee already today and I spent too much time on this website in my life

Past: Harry Potter (mother figure)

Originally posted by drizzyasfuck

hi, could I request a harry potter x mother figure reader. Where the reader was also nice to harry by sending him gifts, helping him with spells, etc. but she doesn’t want harry find out about her bad history at Hogwarts. (Requested) ft. Remus Lupin

Part Two

 

“When did Harry get here mum?” Lillian asks as she pops her head into the kitchen where I was preparing breakfast.

“What do you mean? Harry isn’t arriving for another week,” I reply and dust my hands off on my apron and turn to face my daughter.

“Well his trunk is in the living room and Hedwig is flying about,” Lillian says and I follow her to the living room where Harry’s things indeed where.

“Remus!” I yell for my husband and it wasn’t long before I saw his lean and tall figure emerging from upstairs. “Is Harry up there with you?”

“No. It’s just me and Ron, we’re researching new charms,” Remus explains and the red head pops his head down before disappearing.

“Harry! Did someone say Harry?” Hermione asks, coming from the library with a book in hand.

“He seems to be roaming around the house,” Lillian exclaims and that was when the young lad emerged from the library and gave us all a smile.

“Hello everyone,” He greets and Hermione stares at him in confusion.

“I was just in there!” She said in an accusing tone and he grinned before showing her the invisibility cloak.

“Cheater!”

“Children!” I yell softly and everyone stops their talking at once and turns to look at my small frame. “Remus why don’t you show Harry to his room while the girls help me set the table?”

“Yes dear,” giving Harry a genuine smile he leads the boy upstairs and to the room he would be sharing with Ron for the next two weeks of summer.

“Come along girls,” I say and motion for them to walk ahead of me.

-

“Thank you for the potions book aunt (Y/N)” Harry says as he takes a drink from his mug and then set it down on the wooden table. “It helped me a lot this year, I don’t think I would have passed if I didn’t have it.”

“Anytime dear. I hope you liked the clothes we also got you, I didn’t really know your style and well sending Remus to buy them would have had you looking like you were born in the 70’s,” I say and giggle when my husband sent me an over dramatic offended look. “Still love you Rem!”

“Will you be seeing us off this year mum?” Lillian asks and I, like always, shake my head no. I could see the visible frown on all the children face and I gave Remus a glance before staring back at my plate of mashed potatoes and peas.

“Me and Hogwarts don’t have a nice history. I have some bad memories there that I still haven’t fully recovered from,” I explained to them after a couple minutes.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” Harry asked from the other end of the table and just thinking about that night all those many years ago caused me to slightly tear up.

“Mum?” Lillian called worriedly and I shook my head before pushing myself up from the table and giving everyone a fake smile.

“I’m fine. How about we start dessert right now? I’ll go get the cake,” I rushed out my words and turned from the group, before going into the kitchen.

As soon as I was out of hearing distance I released a shaky breath and rest myself against the kitchen island. As I was pitying myself I felt a presence behind me and quickly drew my wand before spinning around and preparing a spell, when I saw that it was just Remus I immediately relaxed and threw myself into his arms.

“Shhh, love it’s okay,” He mumbled into my hair and held me close against his chest as my mind wondered back to the last day of my last year of Hogwarts.

-

“I’ll be fine Remus! I’m just going to pick some mushrooms that I’ll need and come back,” I protested and leaned up on my tippy toe to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Fine. Just make sure that you return back before the storm,” He insists, I hum in agreement and give him another long kiss before pulling away and heading off.

When I made it to the outskirts of the dark forbidden forest I clutched the knife in my hand tighter and then began navigating my way through the thick trees. I came to the little clearing where the mushrooms grew in abundance and kneeled in the dirt before beginning to dig them out, roots and all.

I felt light droplets of rain begin to fall, causing my crisp white shirt to become slightly damp. I smiled and place the last of the mushrooms into the containment and then turned to leave but stopped when I heard rustling from near me. I spun around and saw my sister emerging from the dark and smiled before releasing a breath I didn’t know I was even holding.

“Bella. What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on your honeymoon,” I asked and went to give her a hug but stop when I saw her pull her wand out on me. “Bellatrix, what are you doing?”

“You are a disgrace to the Black name. First you’re sorted into Hufflepuff and then you go and have relations with a werewolf and befriend a muggle. You’re a blood traitor!” She shouted before sending me flying back to a tree. The wind was knocked from my body and I fell to the ground where my own sister continued to torture me with curses and hexes.

She left me to die, blood oozing from my body at different points. My vision was blurry from tears and the heavy downpour of rain that continued to beat down on me. My own sister, flesh and blood, used the unforgivable curse on me all because I didn’t believe in our family’s pureblood standards.

-

“We can’t tell him Rem. It would brake him more than he is already, he doesn’t deserve all of this. Please Remus don’t tell the children.”

Harry pressed his ear against the door and listened as his aunt babbled on about what happened to her at Hogwarts. What was supposed to be the best day of her life turned into the worst moment for her and because she wasn’t like her family she was tortured and left for dead. Harry could faintly remember hearing Sirius talk with Remus about what happened back in 1978 but he was caught by (Y/N) as she went to give them a drink of fire whiskey. It was never talked about after that and Harry could understand why. He would have never thought such a loving and caring women could have gone through something so horrible.

“Harry. What’s wrong?” Lillian mumbles as she comes to stand behind the older bloke.

“It-It’s nothing Lil,” He whispers and stands before stirring the younger girl away from the door. “Don’t worry about it.”