During one of my witchy hangouts, a friend taught me how to open a door to the spirit world. “Opening the Veil” is what they called it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t really that difficult for me–it involved creating a bridge to the spirit realm with my own energy and then opening a door to that bridge I created. Since then, I’ve been able to do it again in my room (with a proper circle, of course).
The first time was pretty cool, because you could definitely feel the shift in energy in the room and the presence of said spirits got much stronger.
I’m going to keep practicing it, because I think I have a knack for (possibly) veil manipulation (I am working with spirits, after all). I just gotta be careful and safe, because I don’t want some shit to come after me.
Spirits have been following me around all day. I don’t mind, except the feeling of being watched gets a little annoying after a while. I keep glancing behind my back (even while I’m typing this) because either my companions or some spirits that might have actually come through the door I opened (whoops) are watching me while I write this.
On the note of companions, it’s gotten much easier to communicate with them since then. My brain isn’t going all foggy when I try to understand them, and I can actually have some pretty solid conversations now (though there will always be that nagging in the back of my mind wondering–am I just making all this up?)
I’ll definitely be writing more about them, and about my weird spiritual experiences while I was in New Jersey (let me just say this–where I stayed had a loooot of history (and a lot of spirits)).
Soulmates AU in which Montparnasse has the words “Nice outfit” tattooed on his wrist.
He doesn’t pay much mind to that soulmate business, but he still dresses up to the nines. He’s pretty much the living embodiment of “dress to impress”, but he can’t help thinking “maybe that’s the outfit” from time to time.
Until one day Eponine drags him to a costumed Halloween party he had no intention to go to. Montparnasse is not a costume guy, so he just dresses as badly as he can, because at least he is horrified. And then someone dressed as Shakespeare’s Ophelia post-drowning sees him sulking against a wall and:
Do you know this feeling when you start to fall in love with a character/ship/show/book and everytime you think about it you feel happy and you get butterflies in your belly ?? This feeling is so pure and good ??
I think I’ll never understand that fascination that people have for France, the french language, living in France, being french and speaking french, and etc. We do not spend our days in a café in Paris listening to La vie en rose, drinking wine, eating bread and cheese, smoking expensive cigarette and looking at the passants through our Chanel shades.
Hey again, Lauren!~ I've been wondering lately: I've heard that a lot of characters in people's stories are often inspired by people they've known IRL. Have you ever known someone like Wadsworth? And if so, hOW did you deal with them? I've known quite a few people like that in my life, and to this day, I'm paranoid as fuck (like to the point of when Briggon brought up that shitty email that someone sent him, I was half-convinced that it was one of them and they used an email address that-- (1/2)
– resembled my username or some shit to make it look like it was me ??? I can’t s t a n d it sometimes). Sorry for such a long ask, it’s just that what I’m trying to say is…. If you’ve had experiences with a Wadsworth, how have you managed to overcome that? Thank you in advance. Can’t wait for episode 40! (2/2)
First off, let me say that I’m so sorry that you’ve had to deal with people like that in your life and that you’re still dealing with the ramifications of it now.
Thankfully, I’ve never personally been close to anyone quite as emotionally manipulative or devious as Wadsworth. But she’s definitely an exaggerated amalgamation of a bunch of different bullies I’ve encountered in my life. I was bullied a lot in my youth, and tried a variety of tactics to cope: I isolated myself, I ignored it, I avoided it, and there were times (plenty of them) when I was a bully myself in response.
I don’t know that any of these were particularly effective - I was just running back and forth between fight or flight responses, before settling on fight for a long time. To this day, I’m extremely suspicious of people that I meet - learned paranoia is really hard to shake. Even when someone stops bullying you or manipulating you, you’re left with your own questions and doubts - is what they’re saying about you true?
The answer to that is no. People like Wadsworth want one thing above all else: power. And they will say or do whatever they need to in order to gain power over you. You need to cut people like that out of your life as quickly and completely as possible. That can be really challenging - and sometimes feel impossible - but I think it is an important first (or second or third, etc.) step.
I can’t give you perfect advice on how to deal with these people. Partly because I’m not a professional and have no expertise about this, but mostly because it’s still something I’m learning. But I will say that I think it can help to tell someone. I didn’t tell anyone I was being bullied in school and I really regret that. Whether it’s a parent, a teacher/school counselor, a therapist, a sibling, SO, friend, whatever, it can make such a difference to have someone you trust on your side as you work through things.
But imagine Justin and Brian living in Britin and being domestic 15 yrs later aw
Brian being in denial about needing glasses and then reluctantly buying them just for work, until Justin sees him in them and tells him he looks fucking hot in them… especially with those streaks of gray just starting to come in.
Justin getting out of bed early to paint in his studio by the morning light, and Brian slipping out of bed an hour or so later. He throws on a robe before joining Justin in his studio, coming up behind him and kissing his cheek as he hands him a mug of coffee, and Justin tells him all about what he’s been working on.
Justin then making them a hot breakfast, making Brian’s bacon just the way he likes it even as Brian complains that he’s going to need to spend an extra hour at the gym, and Justin just unties Brian’s robes and tells him he has another idea of how he can get his cardiovascular workout in.
Brian taking to wearing cardigans, insisting they’re incredibly on trend (”they’re in fucking GQ!”) whenever Justin teases him about dressing like an old man. Justin then taking to stealing said cardigans on nights when Brian has to work late, because the manor “gets chilly at night” even though they spent a fucking fortune on insulating the house. And Brian grumbling that Justin’s stretching them out since the sleeves are too long so Justin rolls them up his arms… but there’s no better sight than to come home after a long day and seeing Justin curled up in front of the fire wearing Brian’s sweater.
Justin getting a little insecure when he realizes he’s definitely an adult and has to work a little harder to keep his “perfect twink physique,” but Brian assuring him through words and touch that he finds him even more gorgeous than ever, because he watched him grow into this incredible man, he watched those laugh lines form around his eyes, and he loves that they spent all those years together experiencing all the joys life has to offer.
Gus coming to visit in the summers and the three of them splashing around and shouting in the pool. During the day it’s cannon balls and Marco Polo and Justin and Gus sneaking up on Brian, who’s floating around on one of those inflatable rafts, and pushing him into the water. At night, after Gus goes to sleep, it’s lots of sexy time for Brian and Justin outside. <33
Brian always rolling his eyes a bit at Justin wanting to hold dinner parties for all their friends, but secretly totally getting into the whole “lords of the manor” thing.
Justin going ALL OUT decorating for Christmas (tastefully though, of course). He and Brian develop a tradition of hanging a stocking for each other, and they each try to outdo each other in filling it with the wildest sex toys they can find.
Endless lazy days where Brian brings work to do outside while Justin sketches, but inevitably Brian ends up dozing off, and Justin just looks at him and wonders how they ever got here and falls even more in love.
Brian and Justin curled up in front of the fire together, drinking wine and kissing in between laughing over old memories. And whenever they touch upon sad ones they just hold each other closer and take comfort in the fact that no matter what happened before, they’re together now and that’s not going to change. Ever.
BRIAN AND JUSTIN GROWING OLD TOGETHER, OKAY?! THAT’S REALLY ALL I NEED.