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My 12 Lives

Aries - A whole new world

In Pisces she wept and fell to sleep, a mermaid tail drifting in a sea by her side. All was calm, and then began the storm. A fireball in the sky,
a new season, a new beginning, a hurricane to drop a child inside. From the storm the Aries was born, learning to walk and talk, forgetting the mermaid tail she took 12 lifetimes to sew. She looks for magic behind every corner, always expecting something astonishing and new. Through fierce suppression or taught shame, her spirit becomes poisonous, because she is a wild heart, free and untameable, as young as the spring, as pure as the wind. And she may hold violent secrets, or act of some destructive urge that sings a song of impulse. Instant self gratification is important, consuming the world is important. Everything seems so foreign as if nothing ever existed before she was born. Now she is in a world that seems to have forgotten her, a princess of the night through her last lifetime. Her scarlet aura conducting fires in the horizon, a child chasing shapes in the clouds. Twinkle twinkle little star
now I know who you are

Taurus - Rest and Rectitude

It had all been so loud, so busy, so exhausting. Pushed from one frantic lifetime to the next, the Taurus woke up tired, her body seeming to be entwined with vines, her ears buzzing with the sound of wildlife. She walks through the forest to find hideaways opening just for her
a priestess of the flowers, a mother to the earth, a reflection of pure beauty, an earthy Aphrodite. Her eyes glaze with the glassiness of still waves, her hair matted with herbs, it’s time to rest now, to flourish in a world that suddenly became soft to touch and delicious to taste. She could never truly cherish her surroundings before, life past through her in such a frenzied flash
sometimes there are old anxieties that creep in, reminding her of chaos and carnage, hitting the walls of a palace she has built
founded on integrity, diplomacy, and the laws of nature. She approaches the day with sleep still in her eyes, often relying on caffeine to adjust to human life. If she could flitter through life on natural time, she would sleep for days, and cherish the stillness of night

Gemini ~ Wings of a Butterfly

She cocooned herself into a flower bed last time around, like a chrysalis. The tired Taurus and a breath of fresh air was blown from heaven, the Gemini awoke, a butterfly with a golden helmet on her mind. Energy released in erratic form, the only way was to spiral upwards with the other winged creatures
sending messages through ether, delighted at making sounds, twists and turns with words. Suddenly the mind leaves the body behind, she is a floating balloon
Full of wonderful tales and facts and insights, illuminating the light behind her eyes when her mind is alive. And she can stay awake thinking for days, stimulated by internal conversation. Her responsibilities and plans can vanish,
as if she has completely forgotten. She can find herself in a mess of paperwork and clothes, unable to escape the hold of her mind, deciding with one personality but in conflict with another, split memories of life revealing themselves untimely. And she can be chastised for her scattered mind, often forgetting the most basic of things yet she can keep you captivated for hours under the spell of conversation, whisking words in her mind like a magic maze, every age and time in a myriad of marvellous mental somersaults

Cancer - Timeless Woman

The incessant chatter of Gemini drifted into the back of her mind, turning into long conversations on the beach, the tide washing words with memories. In cancer time, every minute could be a moment, there is the possibility for growth, enlightenment, and meaning in every experience, the pinnacle events of life felt with a reverent glory, to marry, to love, to held, to be held, to be welcomed home, and be kissed as she leaves for the world.
She is not bound indoors, but rather makes a presence and a home out of everything, constructing hideaways in secret fantasies and re illustrated memory. Before it was all about learning and squeezing facts out of life, now it is about withholding life, or giving birth to beautiful life, whether it be her own, a child, or something or someone she cherishes. People are stain glass windows to her lunar sculpted eyes, their feelings moving like colours, their psychic activity enveloping her like a heatwave. And you wonder why she can’t sleep, when its something her spirit so desperately needs. But your worry is her worry, and you give it to her while you fall asleep

Leo ~ Harlequin and Heroine

Wielding light at her command, this was a woman who formerly ruled the Moon. Illuminated from the heart, a golden child of the cosmos
an heiress of the day, almost sick on sunbeads. The whole charade can be in disarray, born into a kingdom of chaos and neglect. Her howl is enough to spin the earth so the sun burns nearer
feeling temperature creep into your chest, and that’s the feeling of her breath. Sun honey, a crown made of maple syrup whipped by stars. Before she had given life, and wept, and provided for. She taught to love and how to feel. And now she is all these sensations in her own side show riel
A cast selected by the heavens. A script written by a royal soul. A child at heart forced to be an actress on a stage, garnering adornment and command, painting an image with colours drenched in soul tie-dye
Tonight she fades away, but she comes to life on stage, or in your eyes, or lying with your heartbeat by her side. She feels music and cinema, she can see a part of herself in every character. Life fades as quick as fame

Virgo - Butterfly Mind

Sunburn punctures through her, a coursing burn shivers, her mind on fire, alive with anxiety and thoughts dancing in intricate design like butterflies. Charring burn down her tummy, more tension inside, stings on their wings, nervous sickness. The Leo spotlight was so loud and chaotic, the audience applause become deafening screeches in her ear, pride longing for the recognition. But the show has ended, and the Virgo has been left behind
only a shadow for company in genius that has lost its mind. The show has ended and the only audience member remaining is the critic, ready to spit his words of venom, turning up the houselights and shining them right on pretend flaws. And the only way to leave was to get down on her knees, to begin repairing herself, to scrub the world clean. The celebration is over, and now she is stuck in her mind, desperately trying to settle a million anxious butterflies

Libra Lightshow

To be a perfect mannequin, oh that was the dream. As a Virgo she sewed threads until her lungs couldn’t exhale. But now she is the dreamer of dreams, the writer of romance novels, and the personification of art. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most loved by all? Libra is ruled by Venus, the Goddess of Beauty, sweet Aphrodite, rising from a watery clam into the airy clouds. This is where Libra dwells, painting the sky with her thoughts, dazzling like diamonds in the sun. With a pen feather in her hands she narrates the law of the land, reigning in on righteous justice and morality. Her body moves in harmonious symmetry, graceful, her expression warm and then glacial, for she is a woman born under the air swords, so intellect rules, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and the mind is the beholder, so sharpen your wit before you challenge her judgement, she may be vague when she enters the story she reads
But she can be a woman scorned to those who threaten her allegiances or breed toxicity, the illusion and the glamor of a hall of mirrors, each face of a flower petal projecting through entrancing display. Daughter of the equinox, blessed with a cherubin face and allure, sorely misunderstood, she is not a flirter but a lover, a woman who finds parts of herself in everyone, parts of herself she longs to love, so she longs to love you, let her love you, it will be the most exquisite thing you ever do

Scorpio - Sea Siren

She plummeted from a jewel high in the sky, the cotton candy of Libra
free falling into the bottom of the ocean. Surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures, sea entities wearing the faces of demons, fighting to survive, born inhaling poisonous water.  And so life seems like a swim upward, but the pressure so harsh, the voices of ghosts are only under the surface, surrounded by hollow mermaids, sailors who have lost their life, between two worlds, the alive and the passed. She learned to love in Libra, but now she is forced to love the darkness, to cherish the beasts in herself  that claw at the inside of her skin, to be an instrument of light infusing with shadow. The sun shining through the cracks, the burn she can feel on her shoulder blades in quiet moments, it seems like sun from the bottom of the ocean, but that is soul, that is her soul, radiating across a hidden treasure island.

Sagittarius - The End and the Beginning of Everything

Waking from what seemed like eternal death, a lifetime of dying over and over as a Scorpio, becoming a phoenix, and now dancing in the dazzling sky, like jade diamonds. Flying over all the lives she has seen, every experience fills her mind with another location, another tropical island filled with mythological secrets and opportunity. She learned the art of psychic activity as a Scorpio, and now she is in tune with cosmic timing, living in a future arranged by vision, light, and prophecy. And yet it can all feel so incomplete, having kissed death and returned to reunite with a godly lover, through wind, trees, snow, and sea. One part of her body longs for the soil of the ground, the taste of real love, the human experience, grand and simple. And yet the spirit source caresses her to elevate higher, leave the lower mind behind and anybody who dwells there, for she must meet God face to face, with no church or temple or orgasm to hide behind. Ah, this is the essence of life. To believe what she has not seen, but to believe she will, so from the sky angels dwell but concealed by her own will. Sometimes she is too scared of her own greatness, she is after all, a hunter, one whose heart is reserved for the highest priestess.

Capricorn - What Becomes of Unfulfilled Dreams

The celebration of Sagittarius was over, the room was dark, and it’s almost like
performing a whole night of making up for the night before, or the life before. The Capricorn shakes on the ledge of the highest cloud, a mere push of
invalidation or discredit enough to send her tumbling roughly onto earthly concrete, the whisper of success in her ear flying kites in the sky. Between two worlds she seems to live, seemingly forced into responsibility from the
moment she took her first breath. Every experience and achievement forced through some sort of harsh institution, a secret life where she is berated
by her own volatile voices, and a life where is must play every role with
infinite ease, displaying qualities beyond human.
Echoes of children’s laughter play like violins in her ear, a harsh reminder of a life she was never permitted to know. A world alone. The rings of Saturn the karma she is forced to bear, undertaking the duty of confronting all the madness and the  pains of the Gods. And you want her to love you? You criticise her for not showing heart? That’s all she has ever shown.

Aquarius - Bleeding Rainbows

The world was loud and cold when she took her first breath, the lingering
shadow of life as a Capricorn haunting as she shook right to her bones. Tip toeing between clouds she tried to balance the crown on her head
all she had ever known was trying to survive and now she was a mother, a lover, a guardian to every child. When she laughs rainbows from the sky appeared, she is the angel of righteousness, truth, and humanitarianism. But the responsibility is heavy, and the crown becomes straining, alone she dwells, waiting for something to change, for people to change and find their hearts, and soul, and spiritual mind so she can descend and be free, so she can live on her vibrational harmony. As a Capricorn she had already walked the temple with Saturn, and now she had been summoned for another round, and her heart was already tired, and the voices were still so loud. She had achieved so much and yet how could she feel so empty and alone? She felt betrayed by their hatred and love of war and destruction. But there was soul and she could feel it, so
her mind sang with electric impulses of spiritual nectar
a milkshake of elevation for every being. You can sometimes catch her jumping from cloud to cloud, leaving a trail of teal flickering lanterns behind

Pisces - Mermaid Mirror 

After waking from what seemed like eternal sleep, she tumbled quickly,
plunging into deep water, taking a breath, but it wasn’t
water, it was air, it was earth, and she choked. Eleven times this happened, and the 12th time she realised this was life, 11 other spirits dwelling inside. The smell of heaven and everythingness seduced her from the invisible, whispering in her ear to come home, to shut her eyes and leave this world behind. She tried to walk but never really got her balance, the floor always slipping below her, her feet only having the memory of a mermaid tail. Everything can seem directionless and unsafe, like nobody could truly ease the sores in her spirit. She constantly attempts to swim away in oblivion, but a silver cord tugs her back to earth, reminding her of intense spiritual obligation, contracts she wrote with angels and demons. She has divine truths whispered in her ear, she also has lies, the trickster’s bride. As an Aquarius she had lifted humanity, she had raised a global generation of pure heart, she swung her legs off  the clouds, but now she was burned out, longing to fall asleep again, but she needed more energy than anybody to satisfy 11 other spiritual energies. 


Identifying Crystal Properties By Color

We’ve all been there. You walk into a crystal shop and there they are. Dozens of unfamiliar crystals just waiting for you to ask a million questions about. Rather then waste the time over analyzing, Remember the Rule of the Color. The rule of colors work not just with Candles, but also crystals. Of course each is unique and holds a special energy but the nature of the color is always the same. Do the next time you’re in a pinch, And your like “Woah, What does this do?” Remember the rule of color! 

  • Pink (Example: Rose Quartz) Femininity, Self love, Acceptance, Compassion, Romance, Friendship, Spiritual healing, Nurturing.
  • Red (Example: Ruby) Strength, Power, Health, Power, Love, Sex, Energy, Vibrancy, Vitality. Protection.
  • Orange (Example: Topaz) Encouragement, Fortune, Success, Taking Action 
  • Yellow (Example: Citrine) Happiness, Joy, Creativity, Imagination, Comfort, Charm, Confidence.
  • Green- (Example: Jade) Growth Fertility. Grounding, Money, Fortune, Luck, Prosperity. 
  • Blue (Example: Aquamarine) Wisdom, Understanding, Calmness, Inner peace, health, Cleansing, 
  • Purple (Example: Amethyst) Psychic Ability, Power, Protection, Tranquility, Prosperity. 
  • Black (Example Tourmaline) Deep Cleansing, Protection from negativity,  Banishment, Binding.
  • White (Example: White Jade) Purification, Spiritual strength, Serenity. 
  • Clear (Example- Quartz) Amplification, Understanding.
  • Mixed Colors / Spots (Example: Snow Flake Obsidian) Mixed properties based off colors 

anonymous asked:

Is being an emt traumatic? Like one must see so many awful accidents. Do people get flashbacks, nightmares or PTSD? If so how would someone minimalize these?

Hey there nonny! I’m going to talk about EMS in general and then

Yes, EMS workers suffer rather ridiculous rates of PTSD, though it’s worth noting that not all EMS employees have it. PTSD development isn’t my area of expertise – talk to @scriptshrink​ and particularly @scripttraumasurvivors​ about that one. But I’ll share my thoughts and observations from 10 years in the service:

PTSD is a significant issue in EMS. I’m fortunate enough not to have it, but the job scars us all in different ways. Dead kids, horrendous accidents and more. That said, a lot of it is in how you see things. For me, I think what increases my resilience is that I understand that I’m there to help. The awful thing that happened has happened – not my fault. But I can help, or at least try to help, or give someone the dignity of a sheet over their body. It’s an emergency, but it’s not my emergency. And the sense of being able to do something really helps.

PTSD is a problem, but it isn’t as big of an issue as burnout in our community. Compassion fatigue is a real thing. The job can be shockingly abusive to those attempting to work it.

PTSD is real and people get it. EMS has a particularly macho culture, with phrases like “suck it up, buttercup” getting thrown around a LOT. So once someone starts to struggle, they can run into significant problems trying to get support from their group. 

What’s interesting is this: one on one, we do pretty well. My friend Kelly Grayson calls this his Nachos And Beer therapy: take the coworker out, one on one, and talk, and eat nachos, and drink beer, and try to come to terms with what they’ve experienced.

If you want to read some stories from some real-life responders about their experiences and trauma, check out http://codegreencampaign.org/category/stories/ .

Also, if you can, send a little money their way. Code Green Campaign is literally trying to get us to call a metaphorical code on our mental health, because responders commit suicide in pretty drastic numbers.

It’s changing, but the culture around mental illness in EMS has been “repress, repress, it’s for the best.”

That said, my personal mental health issues don’t stem from work so much as they do from my natural disposition: I get depressed easily and often, and I’ve battled suicidal ideation from the time I was 6 years old. EMS isn’t responsible for that. In fact, it’s helped give me a sense of purpose and a sense that I get to do positive things in the world, that my contributions (and therefor my life) matter.

A terrible form of validation, but it helps me.

As for character construction, you’re dealing  with a group of characters that have Seen Some Shit™. Consider some coping mechanisms, like:

  • Swearing loudly and often
  • Very, very, very dark humor. I have been such a filter for you guys, you would not believe.
  • Lots of drinking, dancing, and partying, in order to “feel alive”
  • Talking things out quietly in corners
  • Partners making each other playlists to brighten their days
  • Finding someone outside of work to talk to in order to ground your character

One other note: things seem to actually get slightly better as medics  progress in their careers. That’s not saying us old-timers are jaded fucks (though some are), but rather, we have a different perspective. We see things less personally. We trade the crushing weight of individual tragedies for the crushing weight of The Broken System and our years of  clawing at the walls being unable to change it. As I said, it’s burnout, not PTSD (for a great many of us; your characters’ mileage may vary).

Good luck with your story!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Pokemon Offerings and Working With Them Masterpost

Here is a masterpost of items you can put on altars for offerings to pokemon or to work with their energy or with them as guides. This is by pokemon type and compiled from my personal grimoires

Originally posted by paralyzeheals


Offerings: matches, ashes, candles (especially red), tea lights, LED candles, lighters, charcoal, black salt, cooked foods, spicy things, hot sauce, pepper flakes, black pepper, peppercorn, images of fire and volcanoes, lava lamps, chocolate, hot chocolate, dark roast coffee, fire related herbs like cinnamon, basil, sunflowers, and oak; fire related crystals like amber, carnelian, diamond, and bloodstone; anything red or orange, images of fire pokemon

Correspondences: power, anger, passion and lust, energy, strength, love, purification, courage, competition, victory, destruction and the element of fire

Spell types: burning, smoke cleansing, candle spells, fire elemental; strength spells, courage spells, revenge curses/spells; love spells


Offerings: waters of all types (tap, rain, ocean, river, etc), sea salt, sea shells, beach sand, river dirt/sand, blue candles, ocean scented things (candles, lotion, sprays, etc), crab/crustacean shells, bath bombs and bath products, soap, spray bottles, images of the sea, lakes, rivers, rain, etc; pearls, anything blue, water related herbs like seaweed, lotus, cucumber, and aloe; water related crystals like aquamarine, lapis lazuli and sodalite; images of water pokemon or dive/net pokeballs

Correspondences: peace, tranquility, compassion, pure love (self-love), knowledge, purification and cleansing, emotions and emotional balance, and healing

Spell types: bath spells, spells using water, water elemental spells; cleansing, healing spells, tranquility/peace spells, self love spells


Offerings: living plants and succulents, leaves, grass, dried and fresh herbs, flowers and flower petals, natural scented incenses, oils and candles (like pine, clove, mint, forest, floral, etc), wooden objects, tree branches and bark, images of forests, meadows, and fields; fresh produce, foods containing vegetables and fruit, herbal teas, fresh water, watering cans, gardening tools, seeds and nuts, planting soil, green candles and tea lights, anything that is green and earthy colors, images of plant pokemon

Correspondences: prosperity, life, learning, youth, growth, the natural world, plants and plant magic, healing and health, luck, material gain and wealth

Spell types: herbal spells, teas, kitchen magick, garden magick, forest magick; healing spells, wealth and prosperity spells, luck spells, growth spells


Offerings: batteries, copper, wires, electronics, computers/tablets/phones/etc, cds, flash drives, yellow candles, energy drinks, sugar, storm and rainwater, sounds of rain and thunder, images of storms and lightning, LED candles, fairy lights/christmas lights, yellow things, lightning symbols, lemons and citrus, lemon balm, yellow flowers and plants, rice, yellow foods, sour foods and candies, trail mix, energy bars, motivational quotes and images, images of electric type pokemon

Correspondences: happiness, youth, energy, motivation, action, movement, change, power, and friendship

Spell types: storm magick/spells, motivational spells, happiness spells, friendship spells, charging and empowering spells, self-empowerment, energy work


Offerings: honey, sugar water, soda and sugary beverages, fruit, leaves and greenery, flowers (especially bee friendly ones), hives/wasp nests (safely collected of course), wax/bees wax, yellow and green candles, sweet flowery or fruity scents and oils, spider webs, woven things, braided threads, sewing supplies, quilt work, silk, green and yellow crystals, images of bug pokemon and/or net balls

Correspondences: mending, repair, transformation, growth, life lessons, change

Spell types: knot magic, woven or sewn, mending things, growth spells, accepting change spells; binding spells, curses related to paranoia and anxiety


Offerings: purple, indigo and yellow candles; purple, indigo and yellow items; divination tools like tarot cards, divining rods, pendulums, and scrying mirrors; books, writing tools and supplies, art supplies like paints, inks, etc; crystals related to divination and psychic work like amethyst, mugwort, tea and tea supplies, herbs for divination and psychic work like dandelion, fig and orange peels; incenses that relate to psychic and divination work, essential oils associated with psychic and divination work, images of stars, planets, the sky and nebulae; images of psychic pokemon

Correspondences: divination, psychic abilities/work, communication, self exploration, curiosity, knowledge, wisdom, meditation, focus/memory, creativity, inspiration, mysticism

Spell types: divination, psychic work, meditation, dream work, cosmic witchcraft, written or drawn spells, sigil work, creativity spells, inspiration spells, knowledge spells, memory spells, improving communication


Offerings: black pepper, obsidian, onyx and other black crystals; black candles, storm water and salt, images and representation of the moon and night sky; moonstone, moon water, garnet, herbs associated with cursing like nightshade, rosemary, and foxglove (use caution with poisonous plants), black soil, charcoal and ashes, black ink or paint, glow in the dark objects and items, images of dark type pokemon

Correspondences: the unknown, mysticism, the moon/night, invisibility, peace, silence, banishing, cunning; curses of all kinds

Spell types: banishing and warding, invisibility spells, curses of all kinds, moon and night related magic


Offerings: bones, graveyard dirt, apples, pomegranate, necromantic herbs like mugwort, mullein, mandrake and lavender; black and purple candles, skulls and imagery of skulls, crow feathers, dead plants and flowers, dried flowers/herbs, meat dishes, images of graveyards, blood, hematite, bloodstone, red wine, salt and black salt, iron, poisonous plants/herbs (use with caution), pendulum, tarot cards, ouija board, mirrors and scrying mirrors, images of ghost pokemon

Correspondences: death, endings, new beginnings, rebirth, renewal; sorrow, loss, fear

Spell types: spirit work, necromancy, ending things, cutting ties, unbinding, banishing; curses of all kinds, binding


Offerings: glitter, sweets, baked goods, fruit, honey, beauty products, lotions, bath bombs, candy, bows and ribbons, nail polish, flowers, flower scented incense and oils, perfumes, mirrors, pink and white candles, gold, jewelry, rose quartz, clear quartz, pink and white crystals, lace, floral print, clothing and accessories, images of the moon, glitter jars, arts and crafts supplies, himalayan pink salt, epsom salts, floral or fruit teas, sugar, molasses, images of friends and loved ones, cotton balls and soft things, beads, pearls, images of fairy pokemon

Correspondences: glamour, beauty, youth, grace, passion, self love, whimsy, wishes, fantasy, friendship and family

Spell types: kitchen magic (especially baking), cottage magic, glamour, mirror magic, bath spells; self love spells, beauty spells, happiness spells, friendship spells, bonding spells, wishes


Offerings: poisonous herbs and plants (use with caution); willow, elm, mugwort, purple candles, amethyst, tanzanite, any purple crystals, purple things, toxic stones and gemstones (use with caution), iron, needles and sharp things, slime and sludge, lava lamps or glitter lamps, black lights, glow in the dark objects, images of poison pokemon

Correspondences: endurance, survival, emotional balance and strength, patience; spite, cursing, chaos

Spell types: endurance spells, emotional balance spells; cursing of all sorts, hexes, poisoning relationships

Ground and Rock

Offerings: dirt and mud, earth related herbs like wheat, oats, and ash; breads and grains, rice, rocks and stones, crystals related to earth like jade, jet and sandstone; clay and pottery, root vegetables, potatoes, raw metals, sand, brown candles, salt, images of mountains, caves, and canyons; anything brown, images of ground/rock pokemon

Correspondences: strength, endurance, balance, stability, wealth, respect, humbleness, grounding, maturity

Spell types: burying things, grounding and centering; strength spells, wealth spells


Offerings: ice water, melted snow, snowflake symbols/items, images of winter and snow, winter clothes, blankets, hats, scarves, mittens, blue and white candles, clear and white gemstones like clear and milky quartz, white glitter, silver, pine needles, pine cones, pine incense/oils, anything related to winter, the winter solstice or winter holidays, deer antlers, images of ice pokemon

Correspondences: isolation, shelter, serenity, beauty, grace, snow/winter magic, meditation, sleep, rebirth, new discoveries, cleansing, purification, protection

Spell types: invisibility, cleansing, cottage magic, serenity and peace spells, beauty spells, sleep spells, bringing new things into one’s life, protection spells; binding, freezing others


Offerings: incense, bells, feathers, imagery of clouds and sky, pinwheels, wind chimes, instruments, music, poetry, light fabrics, cotton, dandelion fluff/seeds, yellow, blue and white candles; headphones, ipods/radios, kites, air related herbs like lemongrass, mistletoe and lavender; air related crystals like fluorite, turquoise and mica; stamps and envelopes, art supplies, books, writing supplies, cameras, photos and drawings, divination tools like tarot cards and pendulums, mirrors, glass, wand, broom/besom, ribbons and string, soft things, bird’s nests, branches of bendy trees, images of flying type pokemon

Correspondences: weather, air element, flight, freedom, music, happiness, joy, divination, travel, discovery, communication, adventures

Spell types: divination, art and written spells, song and music spells, incense spells, weather magic, wind calling, air elemental spells, flying spells, inspiration spells, creativity spells, travel spells, communication spells


Offerings: bread, cooked meals, rice, quinoa, potatoes, blankets and pillows, home related tools and ‘knick knacks’, images of friends and family, wool, brown and white candles, kitchen tools and cooking supplies, cleaning supplies and tools, besom and brooms, warm scented candles and incense, brown and white crystals and stones, toys, postcards and letters from loved ones, baby powder, tissues and tissue paper, candy and cookies, candy and cookie tins/boxes, images of normal type pokemon

Correspondences: the home and hearth, family, friends, peace, content, nostalgia, memories, comfort, cleansing, warding, protection especially of the family and home

Spell types: cottage magic, kitchen magic, family related magic, friendship spells, protection spells, memory spells, comfort and calming spells, warding


Offerings: trophies, sports equipment, outdoor gear, red candles, strong incense and oils, chalk, healthy foods, foods high in protein, vitamins, epsom salts, crystals and herbs associated with power, images of fighting types

Correspondences: strength, power, victory, overcoming foes/tragedies; aggression, anger

Spell types: strength spells, power spells, competition related spells; curses relating to revenger or anger


Offerings: metals of all kinds, nails, tools, metal containers and objects, gray, silver and gold candles; gray, silver and gold colored objects; chains, wires, tacks, and images of steel type pokemon

Correspondences: defense, protection, endurance, invincibility, self-assurance, self-empowerment, warding

Spell types: protection spells of all types, warding


Offerings: cloves, cinnamon, bay laurel, sage, pepper, allspice, sunstone, carnelian, jasper, onyx, obsidian, amber, citrine, glass and glass objects, nuts, meats/high protein meals, beans, wines and alcohol, lanterns and candles, colors of red and purple, depictions of dragons and dragon related objects, dragon scales or dragon scaled items, dice, fantasy novels and books, images of dragon pokemon

Correspondences: dragons, power, nobility, respect, motivation, travel, mysticism, seeking the truth, loyalty

Spell types: draconic magic; strength and power spells, respect spells, self empowerment spells, motivation spells, loyalty spells, learning and discovery related spells



Eyes that are filled with the bright light of the moon, sharp as flint, strong as steel and soft as mist on a still lake at dawn. Wild as the sky on a cloudy day and calm as the sea before the storm, carrying the force of rivers and tides, rocks and mountains, rain and lightning. Eyes with the power to change shade like shimmering moonstones and silvery waters. To gaze into grey eyes is to behold a magical spectrum of light and shadow.


Eyes that are as dark and deep as the infinite night sky, holding the mysteries of galaxies inside them. Mesmerizing pools of the purest ink hiding onyx and obsidian in their depth. Eyes reflecting the heavens, as exquisite as liquorice, as opulent as ebony and as lustrous as melanite. The universe resides in black eyes and staring into them will reveal the true meaning of stargazing.


Eyes that sing of the forest, of linden leaves dancing in the wind and emerald moss resting in the shade. Ponds of jade reflecting leafy trees in all their splendour, the shades of dusky gardens and endless sunny fields. Peridot eyes hold the bliss of spring and the freedom of rolling hills. The woods forever dwell in green eyes and looking into them is looking into the heart of the earth.


Eyes like melted chocolate, filled with the warm glow of the sun. Dark as coffee and luxurious mahogany, passionate as blazing fire, comforting as rich caramel and captivating as burning sunsets. Eyes that tell the tales of ancient hazel trees, of chestnuts standing tall upon the ground. Honey and cinnamon lend them their sweetness while amber and topaz give them their glory. To meet the gaze of brown eyes is to discover the true value of gold.


Eyes that carry the depth of the ocean inside them, clear as the sky on a summer day. Bright as aquamarine and dark as lapis lazuli, pools of sapphire holding both the strength and serenity of waterfalls. Azure eyes singing of freedom and adventure, of water glittering in the sunlight and waves breaking on the shore. To gaze into blue eyes is to drift off into an eternally glistening sea.

Sagittarius - The End and the Beginning of Everything 

Waking from what seemed like eternal death, a lifetime of dying over and over as a Scorpio, becoming a phoenix, and now dancing in the dazzling sky, like jade diamonds. Flying over all the lives she has seen, every experience fills her mind with another location, another tropical island filled with mythological secrets and opportunity. She learned the art of psychic activity as a Scorpio, and now she is in tune with cosmic timing, living in a future arranged by vision, light, and prophecy. And yet it can all feel so incomplete, having kissed death and returned to reunite with a godly lover, through wind, trees, snow, and sea. One part of her body longs for the soil of the ground, the taste of real love, the human experience, grand and simple. And yet the spirit source caresses her to elevate higher, leave the lower mind behind and anybody who dwells there, for she must meet God face to face, with no church or temple or orgasm to hide behind. Ah, this is the essence of life. To believe what she has not seen, but to believe she will, so from the sky angels dwell but concealed by her own will. Sometimes she is too scared of her own greatness, she is after all, a hunter, one whose heart is reserved for the highest priestess. 


babe watch [m]

↳ Oh Sehun claims that being a lifeguard is just for, as he calls, “babe watching”. As much as he would never admit it, Seo Youngho knows that it’s true - especially after you capture his attention when you save a life.

pairing: youngho x reader

genre: slight angst / fluff / smut / lifeguard!youngho

word count: 12.2k

author’s note: here it is, the long awaited fic that has been in progress since june. please note this is my first full length fic (i didn’t think i’d get to 12k words, whoops) and this is the first time i’ve written smut. thank you @honeytaeyong for being an amazing beta and yelling at me everyday to write this. i finally finished it!

There was no better place than the beach. The peaceful atmosphere grew immensely equatorial as the brilliant sun climbed out of the water—before the pristine beach was filled with noisy tourists and familiar locals hoping to catch a wave, their presences filling the landscape in sheer energy. The tranquility of the setting made anyone who stepped foot onto the malleable sand instantly at ease, their troubles drifting away like the loose kelp in the sea.

Six o’clock in the morning, time for the jaded lifeguards to report to their stations. Small wooden towers raised a few feet above the ground, painted a muted viridian, and sprawled across the strip of the beach—each belonging to a unit. Just like they did every early morning, the workers began to group around their specific constructions, ready for their daily duty.

“Gather around,” Oh Sehun, the chief lifeguard, called out, tapping on his clipboard with the tip of a pencil. He watched his group gather around, all but one present. He let out a sigh, far too disappointed this early in the morning. “Where’s Taeyong?”

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Wade, You Ignorant Slut!

Deadpool x Reader

A/N: Slight NSFW, also it’s Deadpool..so..yeah. Also, this is for @atari-writes Birthday Challenge with the line, “__, you ignorant slut!” Confession: I forgot until like an hour ago, because I’m horrible. So I apologize if it’s no good.

Summary: You end up upside down, enough said. 

Originally posted by imagines-everywhere

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Shake Your Tail Feather

Summary: A conversation with Charlie about your feelings for Dean leads to an unexpected present arriving for you. [Written for @pinknerdpanda birthday challenge, my chosen prompt was “If only we were peacocks. He’d flash his feathers, I’d assume the position, we’d know where we were.”]  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: one bad word, fluffy fluff, silliness [is that even a warning?] 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. I adore the show Miranda so so much and this quote was hilarious. Hope you like this, Manda! Have a wonderful birthday my lovely!! xx

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon

“Have a good night, ladies,” Dean called over as him and Sam headed out to the bar, leaving you and Charlie to have a girls night at the bunker.

You had the Game of Thrones box set ready, along with bottles of beer and some burgers that Dean had cooked for you before he’d left. He was one hell of a cook, that was for sure. Honestly, you weren’t too sure there was anything that man wasn’t good at.

“So,” Charlie turned on the TV, leaning back on the couch as she looked over you, “have you told Dean yet?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Told him what?”

She huffed out a laugh. “C’mon, Y/N/N,” she playfully swatted your shoulder. “Have you told him that you like him?”

“What? I- I don’t like him,” you stammered, much to Charlie’s ongoing amusement. “Not more than a friend, anyways.”

You twisted the top off a bottle of beer, taking a much needed long swig from the glass and praying she’d drop the subject.

Yeah, no such luck.

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the real housewives of beverly hills going to China to protest the consumption of dog meat on the grounds of animal cruelty while they carry around $15,000 crocodile skin bags and wear fur and leather boots is the epitome of oblivious jaded rich white women and so hypocritical and racist like lol you don’t really care about the animals you just think it’s horrifying and barbaric because it’s Chinese people who are doing it shut up

Spoilers for season 3 episode 7 (Tales from the Citadel)

So, I do believe my Morties Feeling Worthless is Dangerous theory was correct. 

What the hell happened in this episode? We learned life on the Citadel, we learned why our Rick hates it. 

We also learn we are actually following our Rick! I was for sure the twist of this season was this was a completely different Rick, being a punch in the balls for the viewer. I guess the creators just aren’t as cruel as me?

Originally posted by sviire

We learned Rick’s society… Is society. They are rebuilding what they have lost and we watch the effects of our Rick’s actions, while just the same knowledge and possible education status (probably? Infinite realities, one of them went to Brown) there was still a social latter. 

That surprised me, because before I thought the Citadel was honestly like a mall, hotel, tour area where Ricks and Morties came for supplies, and why our Rick was always in trouble for getting things for his things, but not other Ricks it seems?

It might have been that, before the attack. We see Ricks with injuries, Morties without Rick, and a huge crime problem and I think a Morty strip club? Uh, I never read it, but it sure sounds like Citadel of Lost Children

Originally posted by c-132caps

We learned how much Morty are taken for granted, they are given zero education in a school, lawyer Morty was seen as a thing to be fun, and when the Morty from the diner tried to get a taxi, they skipped him, going to another Rick. 

If we look back to the first episode showing the Citadel we see a sea of Ricks and Morties, happy.

 We see Morties dumb and happy. However, let’s look at the new Citadel. We see unhappy Ricks, we see dangerous Morties. What else do I see? Morty’s never went back to their universe. Rickless Morties are still forced there to be there. They’re forced to be alone from their families and their entire life has truly stopped. I believe the old citadel was better, despite it all, Morties were treated better, Ricks and Morty were free and they actually had leaders. 

Originally posted by ohshititsrick

A law, from the last scene shows, it was against the law to kill a Morty. So while being pieces of shits, the Rick council had enough morals to not allow their other grandsons to be abused as badly as usual. Another thing I caught onto was no Rick went home? It looked to be they lived there and did daily jobs. Does this mean these Ricks never left there? Is that why we never see another pair of our main characters during adventures? This was probably spoon fed to us but it’s been so long since I’ve seen the old plot heavy episodes. 


Originally posted by bonsuprorok

We got the return of Eye Patch Morty, who ran for president and seemed to treat Morties better this time around? He’s not torturing them yet, he was quick to fire that one Morty. There is no more council, it’s one person. I know it isn’t a monarch but think about it. He already had killed and disposed of those on the table who had opposed him. He completely avoided the question when asked about his original Rick, using the excuse of being a Morty with an “Aw Geez! We traveled around so much!” He’s already got a Morty killed during his presidency, and he’s shown his violent behavior early on. 

I will forever miss Campaign Manager Morty, he did his best and got shit on for doing the right thing. It’s sad, honestly, this was one of the parts that made me ball my eyes out. I have never cried over this goddamn cartoon before. Why did he have to die? I love him!

Speaking of this scene, look at all those corpses. It’s barely been any time at all and without the Council of Ricks, they have already spilled so much blood. They’re like children who are finally free. They are destroying what made their home, their home. It’s not just Ricks out there either guys, they had no problem killing a Morty. Which, was illegal in the times before. 

Morties could be abused, but now they are truly isolated, dying and having real racism being brought their way. Any Morty in this place is unsafe, any Ricks are unsafe- everyone is unsafe.

(End of major spoiler) 

(Semi spoilers) 


Originally posted by sortamorty

I love Dumb Ri- Long Morty. But he shows us that they have to put each person in a category so bad that people like Doofus Rick or Long Morty they have to make a lower citizen.

Morties are committing crimes, becoming dangerous and now a lot are using some Rick’s love to manipulate them. They feel worthless, Morty Cop said utterly Mortist comments and shown the lack of respect he had for himself and his kind. He killed them, said they didn’t matter and it was found out he was just as bad, if not worse, than the other Morties. The Rick cop was the most human of the team and the town. 

Morties acting like children hits home with Ricks, I do believe Ricks miss Beth, their family, wives and the normal relationship they could have with Morty. I think those cookies taste good not only because Rick feels successful, but the fatherly love he possesses for his daughter. It seems he had to leave her too, or a freak accident happened. 

Maybe they formed together to protect their loved ones because the government targeting them. No matter what, Ricks are dangerous.

Also, I know this got to be some goddamn foreshadowing. Showing us how cold blooded Morties can be- Rick is in their blood. Yet, Rick is human, he’s not a complete monster.

There is a strip club of minors- Morties, creators calm yourself! 

I’m slightly salty 90% of the Morties shown were just normal Morties with some minor difference. When I saw what this episode was actually about, I was so excited! I wanted Pocket Morties, I wanted Rabbit, Miami, Ghost and more Morties! Not just Glasses, Left, or Slick Morty, thought Liztard Morty was awesome- he was just a DNA test gone wrong. I still love him though

Originally posted by heymeatbag

The cop Rick shows us a new type of Rick, our Rick shows a compassionate Rick who tries to keep his love under-wraps.

Doofus Rick shows us a kind, simpler Rick who is open, and quite wise on certain topics. He made oven less brownies and made Jerry feel better about his collection, he’s awesome!

Long Morty (Dumb Rick) shows us how Ricks are so determined to make little sections of each person that they put their own in the same mistreatment and abusive place as their Morties, he was just a Morty to them. They even are killing him in those tight clothes!

Cop Rick shows a new Rick, fresh from training and wanting to help people, Ricks and Morties alike. He shows us that Ricks can be open with their emotions and have moral high grounds. He better not be a one off character. He wants to help people, but this might have jaded him. I don’t think he has a Morty, but gosh he’s so sweet to the ones he talks to

The cop side story was disheartening, we saw an even darker side of Morty in this episode. They’re all just teenagers, without parents or true lives to go back to. They are forced into a ghetto like town with other teenage themselves.

Expecting to, like adults, to be functional and not depend on a Rick, even though that’s all they’ve done in that crazy, dynamic world. 

The Morty School was just as I expected, a fun adventure before Slick Morty (SPOILER) threw himself in hoping to make a good life for every Morty. I honestly hope he is okay and alive… In the garbage. 

It also shows us Morties are simplified by their Ricks, “Fat Morty, Liztard Morty.”

When the Glasses Morty told Slick Morty he also rolls his sleeves up, I realized something. they’re truly only judged by their appearance, and sometimes a certain character trait. They’re not people in this society. They truly are a shield, sidekick, a joke- nothing unique. So common they are passed around like pets.

in all, a great episode, you should get caught up and check it out.

homestuck lands as ranked by how much i want to eat the colors

1. Land of Maps and Treasure (vriska)- fucking delicious? A+ color combo that also compliments Vriskas color scheme really well

2. Land of Light and Rain (rose)- very sweet. would probably be very sugary. a good planet for a good girl? light players have the best lands by far

3. Land of Little Cubes And Tea (nepeta)- also sweet! but i love the yellow in the sky its very warm and earthy and fits with the tea theme nicely

4. Land of Wind and Shade (post playing the rain) (john)- holy shit this blue is fantastic and amazing

5. Land of Caves and Silence (equius)- can you tell i love this like vriska cerulean blue? its so fucking good you guys. so fucking good.

6. Land of Wrath and Angels (eridan)- this land is all black and white but holy shit its a look. everything looks bright and fuzzy while also old and vaguely terrifying and i can appreciate that

7. Land of Pyramids and Neon (roxy)- good colors!!! the bright colors combined with the nice jeweled red are. real good? yes.

8. Land of Crypts and Helium (alive) (jane)- on its own a fairly neutral color scheme, but when it comes to life the pinks and oranges and yellows make it very tasty

9. Land of Tombs and Krypton (dirk)- a real good green and a real good red? and i love the fuckin swirly gas design across the sky. its soft?

10. Land of Frost and Frogs (jade)- the planet doesnt match up to what the actual ground level view looks like? planet colors are good and great but the ground level is too light and sweet for me. too washed out!!

11. Land of Quartz and Melody (aradia)- good colors overall but im not the biggest fan of the overall mixture? could be better

12. Land of Heat and Clockwork (dave)- a spicy land! but all in all the color palette is very limited and not like. super interesting to me? its red and black and everything inbetween and nothing else which is [yawn]

13. Land of Rays and Frogs (kanaya)- I FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT THIS ONE SORRY. there is so much potential here that just, doesnt click for me. the blue is too deep and the green is too yellow and theres not enough else going on for me to feel better about this

14. Land of Dew and Glass (feferi)- hrrhhrkhkhh another one i feel bad about for the same reason. the green is still not the best and it takes over the look so much that it makes me not like the other colors either. RIP???

15. Land of Mounds and Xenon (jake)- not a fan of this green or this purple!!!! agh!!!!! another cool concept that just misses the mark

16. Land of Thought and Flow (terezi)- here we start getting into real bad territory,, the teal and the yellowy green and the desaturated mauve of the actual planet is bad enough but then you add in the bright beautiful colors from Terezi’s treehouse and its an overwhelmingly bad mix

17. Land of Pulse and Haze (karkat)- i get it andrew its symbolism the sky goes from deep red to grey but its so ugly!!!!!! its ugly andrew!!!!!! the purple clouds cant even save this hot mess!!!!!

18. Land of Sand and Zephyr (tavros)- This one is heartbreaking because if it wasnt for one color choice this would be up there with LoMaT and LoLaR, and the problem is the weird and bad barfy greenish brown that makes up most of the sand in what is otherwise a very warm and colorful landscape

19. Land of Tents and Mirth (gamzee)- A BAD LAND FOR A BAD MAN but seriously hussie not even some fun carnival colors for the carnival place????? everything looks like shit

20. Land of Brains and Fire (sollux)- hey andrew what the fuck


Request:  Weird request but do you do victorious? Because can you do an imagine where I’m Tori’s twin sister and Beck falls for me, do it so Jade doesn’t love him because I dont want to have to fight her. Jade is my best friend even though she has a like hate relationship with Tori.LOVE YOU THANKS

I ran, late as usual to Sikowitz’s class. I knew Jade and Tori would be in there and they’d cover for me so I wasn’t too worried. Sikowitz wasn’t the person who made me nervous in that classroom. Beck Oliver was one of the most attractive people I’d ever encountered, but on top of that he was nice and funny, not to mention extremely talented. How could you show that to a girl and not expect them to fall in love.

I opened the door to the class,

“Ah the other talented Vega has arrived” Sikowitz shouted,

“Since when is Trina in this class too?” I laughed sarcastically, I heard Jade chuckle,

“Watch it” Tori rolled her eyes, pulling out the chair inbetween her and Beck. I bit my lip but took the seat.

“Hey” He whispered,

“Hi” I muttered, pulling my notebook out of my bag and onto my lap. I also grabbed my coffee that I placed on the floor for a second while I fiddled in my bag and took a sip.

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Anime Dirk would watch with his friends

Rose & Kanaya: Revolutionary Girl Utena. Dirk and Rose have ridiculously in-depth conversations about visual symbolism and growing up queer and toxic masculinity and predatory manipulation. Rose has to reassure Dirk he isn’t like the dudes at least twice but through subtle passive-aggressive barbs. Kanaya is sipping tea and sure there are great storms brewing in this conversation but it’s not gonna stop her from sewing this Rose Bride cosplay and having fun.

Jake: Hunter x Hunter. Dirk sees himself in Killua too much and cries a few times. Jake is floored and pokes some fun at him but then realises Dirk relates because of how much Killua loves Gon and figures out he’s the Gon here, then he’s crying too. They kiss and wear flower crowns and do couple cosplays. Jake loves the tiny shorts. Dirk does too. 

John & Roxy: Gurren Lagaan. Dirk complains a lot. John sprains his eyes from rolling them too hard. Roxy loves every second of it. They get so mad at each other it turns into a wrestling match and Roxy snapchats the whole thing for everyone and later asks Dirk if it’s weird she thought it was hot. Dirk grins and says ‘You can look but don’t touch.’ They hug and it’s great and John d’aws.

Jane: Evangelion. He spends about equal amounts of time complaining about the meaningless religious bullshit and trying not to cry about people loving each other but not knowing how to connect. Jane understands him perfectly on both counts just like she knew she would but he wasn’t expecting it would hit close to home for her too. They hug and it’s great and Jake cries when he hears about it later. 

Dave & Karkat: Karkat won’t watch anything thats not a high school romance shoujo, Dave only likes anime that’s shitposty, and Dirk only wants to watch sbahj with Dave anyway. They try to find some middle ground but it never happens. Then Rose sets them up with the Sailor Moon dub and they never stop referencing it for the rest of their immortal lives. 

Jade & Calliope: Dirk wants to get closer to Jade but he’s incredibly intimidated and worried about being weird because she’s Jake’s grandmother, so he’s super psyched when she corners him and is like “Hey I heard you’re a furry too” and he’s like “AM I” and she wants to show him this great show about furries is he free this afternoon.

He says he is and then suddenly he’s sitting on a couch and he’s psyched Jake is gonna be so happy with him and maybe he’ll break the awkward ice with Jade for good and then she loads up the show and it’s Sonic X.

Dirk looks sideways and Jade and Calliope look so earnest and happy and they already have drawing tools out because they like to draw fursona designs while they watch and Dirk has just committed to an afternoon marathon of Sonic X. He wonders if theres any horses in the sonic franchise. There’s not.  

King of Hearts || Byun Baekhyun

Drabble Game

59. “Who’s this?“

10. “I can’t. I’m allergic to bullshit.“

Byun Baekhyun + Reader + Fluff + King AU

“Your highness, are you sure you’re allowed to leave the palace like this? It’s dangerous to roam around with no guards.“

“Stop calling me ‘your highness‘. You used to call me ‘poop head’ when we were kids.“

King Byun Baekhyun was no ordinary King. He can be professional and smart-witted when it comes to protecting the kingdom at all cost, but he can also be a 5-year-old boy stuck in a 25-year-old man’s body, who happens to be the King of Exordia. 

“Quick, hold my crown for a bit. I’m gonna climb this tree.“ Baekhyun instantly removed the crown that was resting on his head before throwing it carelessly to your direction. His sudden action made you panic, afraid you might miss the crown and break it.

“Holy shit Baekhyun this crown is heavy!“ you cursed. The crown was just like the typical crown a royalty wears. Except, you were sure this was the most beautiful and elegant crown you’ve ever seen compared to what the Late King used to wear. Not to mention it had diamonds and jades decorating around it, which is probably why it was heavy as heck.

“How can you wear this without breaking your neck?“ you asked particularly to no one. 

“Are you coming up or not?”

You diverted your eyes from the crown and to Baekhyun who was neatly seated on a thick branch 5 meters above the ground.

“My dress will be ruined, Beak. Plus, I’m wearing heels.“ you kicked your foot from the inside of your dress to show your heels. Baekhhyun groaned and rolled his eyes.

“When we get married, I’m banning you from wearing heels and puffy gowns. Those are no fun.“ He adjusted himself until he can rest his back against the tree. You decided to seat down on the grass despite it being itchy under your legs. Puffy dresses really are no fun.

“Who’s this?“

Baekhyun suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence. Your eyes followed to where he was looking at only to see one of your guards hiding behind the tall tree where the two of you were resting on. “How dare you disturb our peaceful rest?” His voice grew louder in annoyance. You forgot to instruct your guards to hide a few feet away from you and the King. Baekhyun didn’t like having different companies when roaming around the forest. He felt free in his own safe haven and he only wanted the presence of the people he adored. That’s why he never asked for guards, he only wanted the two of you to be alone.

“Your highness, my apologies. He is my guard whom my Father ordered to follow me around in your kingdom.“ you stood from the ground to bow down in front of Baekhyun.

“Why would you need a guard to protect you? I can do it by myself.“ he scoffed. Baekhyun jumped from the branch, landing gracefully on the ground with him dusting off the dirt behind his pants. “Do you really think I can’t protect my queen?“ 

You laughed at his sudden seriousness. You’ve known Baekhyun all your life and you swore you only see him in his serious state when he’s sitting on his thrown.

“Wow, Baek. We’re not yet married. Slow down.“ you playfully pushed his shoulder. 

“Dammit, (Y/n). I’m trying to be romantic here.“ he stomped his feet like a child. 

Your marriage was arranged by both of your families. To the people of your kingdom, they pitied you for having your freedom of love be taken away just for the sake of power. What they didn’t know was that Baekhyun was the love of your life. He was your childhood best friend, your petty enemy, and your first love.

It was never an unrequited love. Baekhyun felt the same. He felt home in your presence, even if the both of you are in a different place. He once said that when he was with you, he didn’t feel like a king with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He felt like Byun Baekhyun, the boy who loved street foods and cheap chocolate drinks that can be bought at the local market. You were his anchor. 

“You need to try harder. Try again, say something romantic.“

Baekhyun cleared his throat. He ran his fingers through his hair as if he was in deep thought.

“Your dress… makes you… prettier..“ he stuttered. His eyes blinked fast as he forced himself to make eye contact with you. “than that… frog over there?“ he pointed at the green frog across the tree. 

“You suck at being romantic.” you grumbled. You turned your heels and started to walk away. The kingdom wasn’t too far from where you and Baekhyun rested, so you can walk there by yourself.

“I can’t. I’m allergic to bullshit.” Baekhyun explained before following behind you. “I’d rather show you how much I care about you than say sugar-coated words that can be easily said by any other men.“ 

You stopped on your tracks to look at Baekhyun behind you. He stood a few feet away from you. He was nervously picking on his nails with his lip between his teeth in embarrassment.

“What do you mean by that?“ 

Baekhyun looked at you with the softest eyes and warm smile you have ever seen. “I’m not good at saying sweet words to tell you how much I love you. But at least I can show you.”

Before you know it, a pair of soft lips was pressed against your own. Your eyes fluttered close at the contact, and you didn’t want to open them. You wondered that if you closed your eyes forever, maybe this moment will stay unchanged. A moment that can swiftly stop the earth from spinning but with your heart beating faster. 

You couldn’t wait to be married with the love of your life, King Byun Baekhyun.

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so recently in our skype femslash chat me, @hellobeau @seagrot @frantastically and @roses-ebottles PLUS A BUNCH MORE I CANT REMEMBER created and curated what is possibly the cutest and most wholesome post-game earth c lovechildren AU that has ever existed


rose and kanaya have a daughter named lilith (like the demon), a ferocious human girl who gets a buzzcut in 5th grade and also has inexplicable glowing powers, because why not. vriska and terezi have their accidental trollbaby whose name is “spider” (it fits the troll naming conventions ok……. would their hypothetical child ever have a serious name anyways) affectionately referred to as “spiders” who will eat anything if you dare her to, wears kids glasses goggles because her vision is so bad, and is the most sensitive child alive

such shenanigans ensue as:

- spiders and lilith make a blood pact to become “blood sisters” by stealing a staple from the 3rd grade teacher’s wastebasket
- lilith makes up some bullshit about how ladybugs are red because they taste good and spiders not only believes her but actually eats the fucking thing
- lilith buys a sword at an anime convention when she’s 11
- lilith starts learning to fence and spiders assumes she has taken up beekeeping
- spiders gets grounded for collecting rolly pollys at school
- spiders asks terezi 500 questions at 2 am after she couldn’t sleep and terezi answers all of them but the answers become more and more ludicrous. spiders eventually catches on
- lilith and rose practice “screaming exercises” where they go down to the basement stand on the table and just scream and jump around to let off emotional stress. it works very well, but not as well for kanaya
- lilith takes an immediate shining to the sewing work that kanaya does. kanaya starts teaching her and she’s so thrilled until lilith immediately asks her to make her and spiders cosplay for the next anime convention
- whenever spiders can’t sleep vriska tells her “stories” but she makes them all about herself + tells them in the first person and pretends it really happened to her. spiders spends many years believing these stories until one day she asks terezi about “the time mom fled from two troll cops and one human cop while riding two motorcycles at once” and terezi just takes off her glasses and holds her face in her hands
- davekat has a kid too. they’re around. the first swear spiders ever said was because vriska gave her $5 to say “fuck you karkat” to his face and she actually did. terezi grounded both of them. dave and lilith get along pretty well though
- roxy callie and jade are all like Cool Aunts to lilith (and spiders too by proxy) and teach them all sorts of neat things, like how to shoot a gun and clean out an NES cartridge


truly the adorable nonsensical “your otp has kids” AU femslash fans (read: probably just me) have been waiting for

The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy review

Jerry is the most frustrating character in Rick and Morty, both inside and outside the show. In the latter case, it’s to the point that he’s become a kind of pejorative for people who either don’t like, don’t understand or actively whine about the show. If Rick and Morty presents any real moral lesson, it’s about reclaiming your own sense of agency in a universe without meaning that will not cater to your every whim or is actively out to destroy you. Through that lens, Jerry is symbolic of the kind of people who lack the agency to go out and make their own life happen and instead expect everything to come to them, be it love, a job or just general acceptance, and thus goes against the kind of moral architecture the show presents, to the frustration of many.

And that brings me to the moment that best contextualises my feelings on this, per Rick:

“You act like prey, but you’re a predator! You use pity to lure in your victims, it’s how you survive! I survive because I know everything, that snake survives because children wander off, and you survive because people think “Ooh, this poor piece of sh*t! He never gets a break! I can’t stand the deafening silent wails of his wilting soul! I guess I’ll hire him or marry him!”

Survival, from an evolutionary standpoint, is about exploiting what adaptations you have to thrive in the environment that you’re in. For Jerry, he has survived by being so pitiable you almost don’t want to hurt him, even if it would be incredibly easy. Look at his “mythologue” in Big Trouble in Little Sanchez: a spineless, deliberately submissive slug creature that disgusts even himself, and it’s hard not to see that creature in the jaws of that big child-eating alien snake. And while this makes Jerry sympathetic to us, it can also makes him casually despicable in Rick’s eyes.

And what I find really interesting about this episode is that a) it explains Jerry’s psychology in the same way that Pickle Rick did for Beth and b) provides a situation in its B-story which demonstrates just how Beth copes away from either Rick or Jerry. Beth doesn’t “do” emotion because she’s never learned to see the benefit of it, and that’s contextualised by her literally and figuratively messing Summer up as a result, allowing her to get continuously made into a monster by the Morphorizer. Beth is not as smart or as capable as she thinks she is (as her mythologue demonstrated) and she puts up that facade so that she can be the kind of person she thinks will impress her father or make her look better than her spineless wimp of an (ex)husband. She thrived (codependently) with Jerry as much as Jerry has thrived with her, and that lead to their toxic cycle of a marriage.

(That said, while Rick saw fit to end their perpetual cycle, he’s is equally at fault in this situation when you frame their argument in terms of who messed up Beth the most. “She was Rick’s daughter! She had options!”, he says, having never been around to nurture an interest in those options and prevent her from meeting someone like Jerry in the first place. Just throwing that out there if you’re using this episode to justify your Jerry hate.)

By placing Rick and Morty as the voices of reason, now that they’ve gone through their own ‘dealing with the divorce’ arcs in Rick-Mancing the Stone, they can hold each parent to task about their behaviour and ask them what kind of person they are going to be after the divorce. By the end of their adventure (with a stop for some cosmic apotheosis) Jerry is beginning to learn to not feel so sorry for himself and advertise that feeling to the world to gain validation. And while Beth will never be the maternal archetype, she can learn to start correcting her own behaviours as well. Her reconciliation with Summer works because by turning herself into a giant Attack on Titan monster, she’s opening herself up to be vulnerable and understanding to her daughter’s feelings.

I think this might mark the midpoint of Season 3. I’m really liking the direction so far of plumbing the characters for depth in addition to having crazy adventures. It’s hit a good stride, and hopefully by the end we’ll be in as interesting a place by the end as we were at the end of Season 2.

Episode MVP: Morty, by far, as the only sensible person in the whole episode, and proving himself to be more emotionally grounded than his parents and just a good little brother. I can kind of see him become a more compassionate version of Rick in a way, jaded by an amoral universe but doing what good where he can when he absolutely has the ability to step in and do so.

Favourite bit character: The gibble snake going “Oof” in response to Jerry being literally and figuratively chewed out over how pathetic he is.

Best joke: The Morphizer customer service employees escaping from the machine had me rolling.

Final Rating: 8 out of 8 grapples.

Southern Nights (Yondu Udonta x Reader) Chapter 4 - I Never Thought I'd Find This Feeling

Summary: Two weeks has gone by since you left Xandar with the Ravagers and the attraction between you and Yondu is evident. But will any of you act upon your feelings? 

Chapters: 1     2      3

Warnings: Angst, Sexual Attraction, Language. 

“C’mon, girlie. Get yer ass over here and let’s do this.”

Looking up from the small rock you sat on, you gave Yondu a jaded gaze.

“Oh, c’mon Yondu. We’ve done this like a million times already,” you sighed and kicked the ground with your boot. It had been like this for two weeks now and it had started to become impossible to be around him without getting a heat between your legs.

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Elorcan Fan-fic; angst and slight smut

Elide stood quietly in the ballroom, the stained glass windows bathed the room in hues of green. Victory was bittersweet, the war against Erawan and Mave was hard won and the road to normalcy would be difficult, the court had much to reconstruct for Terrasan and for themselves. She sucked in a sharp breath to steady herself. Would things be easier if she had the guiding hand of her mother? Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, what would her mother say today; the day of her daughter’s coronation? The wooden double doors of the ballroom swung open wildly, the Queen of Terrasan marched hastily towards Elide. She nearly jumped out of her skin, the grin on the Queen’s face was as wicked and beautiful as she was. It had taken weeks for the court to fully recover, King Rowan insisted that Aelin remain in bed resting. At first, it very clearly did not befit Aelin, but after much yelling from both parties she consigned. “Majesty! Be careful with your woun- “. Aelin took Elide into her arms, “Cut the ‘Majesty’ bull. Today is your special day! There is just simply, no way I am going to stay in bed.” The Queen beamed, the light that glowed from her Queen nearly made Elide want to cry, the sacrifice her mother made all too much sense.  Aelin’s face fell, “Elide, why are you crying? “Elide stepped out of her arms shaking her head and giggling, “You are absolutely right Aelin, this would not be a true celebration without your extraordinary taste.” The Queen grinned and took Elide by the arm, “Come I’ve made arrangements for the maids to draw you a bath and primp you for the ceremony. Everything else consider it done. The only thing you need to worry about is having fun.”

A sick panic welled up in Elide’s abdomen, suddenly everything was too fast. She was whisked away from her Queen’s side by the maids. They made quick work of undressing her and unbounding her hair from the tight knot it had sat upon her head. Steam swallowed the bathing room, a sweet smell of vanilla and elderberries peppered the air. Elide sunk into the bath with a groan, the muscles on her shoulders slumped as the knots melted off. These weeks had consumed her mind with worry so thoroughly she could not recall the last time she had a restful night of sleep. A night where nightmares were not there to shake her from her slumber. One of the misses combed Elide’s long black hair with cinnamon and elderberry oils, lathering it into her roots and massaging her scalp. The maids washed the oils from her dark locks and left the warm water running as they exited the room allowing Elide a moment to herself.

Silence was not always the best company for a racing mind. She brought her knees towards her chest and rested her cheek a top her knees. For a moment she closed her eyes and submerged her face in the warmth of the water. Dark eyes stared at her nakedness, unforgiving and calculating. But when they turned to her face they softened, his words caressed her ribs, beneath her breast, and her hips. Goosebumps speckled her skin as he moved towards her a sadness churned in his eyes, “I am sorry Elide. Please forgive me.” The roughness in his hands was tender as he stroked her shoulders making lazy circles, the heat of his breath on the crook of her neck made her knees wobble. Lorcan kissed a gently path down her collarbone as Elide tipped her chin higher lust filled hunger and heat flickered her stomach a small sigh escaped her lips. Pulling away from her neck Lorcan ravaged her with his onyx eyes as he drank in her peaked breast and shallow breath; until he gripped her wrist, tears welled in his eyes; “Please, Elide.” Pain seared her arms as he twisted harder the angular face melted into a familiar face older and sinister, a voice like venom dripped from thin lips and Vernon screamed with laughter.

Elide shot up from the bath heaving, nausea filled her. She looked around hastily; no Vernon was dead; he would never escape Hellas. At the thought of the God a certain demi-fae also crossed her mind. She shook her head furiously, Absolutely not. Lorcan was a traitor regardless of the help he provided in the war, if she never saw him again it would be too soon.

Elide sat still has the maids brushed her face with cosmetics and braided her hair into a crown on top of her head. Kohl was swept above her lashes forming a cat eye, her lashes curled and darkened, and her lips painted ruby red. Surprise danced in her eyes as she looked at the woman in the mirror. The olive of her skin was polished bringing out the light of her onyx eyes, she appeared older perhaps this façade was better fit to be Lady of Perranth then she felt. “My lady, you have a visitor.” She arched a groomed brow when the maid stepped away from the frame of the open door to reveal a different body. Elide bristled like a cat as Lorcan stood at the door with a dozen white roses in his arms. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”, she gritted through her teeth her eyes narrowing. Lorcan cleared his throat, “Today is your corona-”” I gods damn know what day it is. I want to know what made you think you were invited.”, Elide spat. She uncoiled to her feet and approached Lorcan, taking the flowers from his arms, “You can shove these right up yo-” The chambermaid cleared her throat and made a hasty exit, Elide pressed her lips into a hard line and turned towards her bed lying the bouquet sloppily on the bed. Lorcan concealed a grin behind a hand. She turned back to the chair facing the mirrored vanity and mumbled, “Insufferable bastard.”

He was towering in the, suddenly, small room and roguishly handsome in the elegant white tunic, his black hair pulled into a low pony tail. But she could not deny herself a chance to exam the thunderous rolls of muscles on his body in the mirror; she gulped. Lorcan prowled closer to Elide, she tipped her chin up in disgust, “You look lovely. Perranth will have a beautiful lady.” Her lower spine tingled as he stood behind her, so close but yet she hated the space that still separated them. Hated herself for ever admitting she wanted him closer. No, instead she rose from the chair and turned to the male with an icy smile a crude remark on her lips until, “My lady, it is time.” Mika announced. Elide allowed herself to exam his body openly, convincing herself it was to belittle him, but the predatory smile on the male’s lips told her Lorcan was not convinced with her act, something on his face was different, not quite right perhaps gaunt from whatever nightmares haunted him; she stepped around him to reach Mika.  

The gown was made with heavy silk, draped taffeta on the skirt, the bodice tight charmeuse like a second skin with a bateau neckline; oh but it was the color of the gown a deep shade of jade.  Elide wore slippers instead of the traditional heeled shoe to ease the pain in her ruined ankle. The orchestra played a playful twinkling piece as she walked with ease towards the temple grounds of the Three-Faced Goddess. A woman in an abysmal red dress stood off to the side her long silver hair whipping in the wind her yellow sharp eyes lined with silver alight with pride; Manon; Elide’s eyes watered but she held her head high. Beside the wing leader was the King of Adarlan both dressed in red although the King bore his crown. The priestess in the temple quietly sang hymns to Elide, hymns of powerful futures for Terrasan, for Aelin’s court, the hymns told of the magic that simmered quietly in Elide’s veins, and finally; the last hymn spoke of being the blessed of Anneith and ever favored object of Hellas. Her face warmed at the mention of the Goddesses’ consort but the resumption of the orchestra told Elide it would be time to for her crowning.

Elide held her breath as a silvered box marched toward her, the bearer was Chaol Westfall, the King of Adarlan’s right hand man. His brown eyes shown with pride as well, the war had brought about an unlikely friendship between the two. A silvered parure with green opals was revealed and Elide bowed as deeply as her ankle would allow her. The parure heavy with jewels and responsibility; she felt the weight of her people on her heart. When Elide coiled to her feet in front of her stood Queen Aelin and King Rowan in meek finery. “Rise, Lady of Perranth and welcome home.” Tears shone in the Queen’s eyes and both of the monarch’s bowed as she straightened to her feet. Turning to face the crowd the entire procession erupted into thunderous applause. Elide smiled a warm gentle hand squeezed her exposed shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Lady Marion would be so proud.” She swallowed the want to explode into tears and instead straightened her back; she will be strong for Perranth, like her mother was strong for her.

After the ceremony Elide strolled into the garden for a moment alone with her thoughts. She hadn’t spotted Lorcan with the other cadre during the ceremony, perhaps the weight of her words did cause the demi-fae to disappear like some genteel warrior. A knot formed on her chest, and Elide shook her head against that feeling as her eyes stung from the emotions building behind them, No, it didn’t matter she didn’t want him there to begin with not after what he had done to her queen. “I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.” “I will always find you,” he swore to her. A sob built in her throat, naive and stupid that’s what those thoughts placed her in the shoes of a little girl.

“Elide?”, a female voice sounded from behind her and Elide straightened her spin at the cool command of the voice. Impulsively, she wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks but too late Manon turned her around and concern wrinkled her beautiful features, “What’s the matter, witchling?” Elide quivered, “Nothing, Lorcan, he … I did not…” She halted her sentence at the sight of Manon’s expression of anguish, “Oh, Elide. Lorcan he didn’t… Remember in the war he.” Elide’s world tilted,

oh yes

, a hole punched through her chest. Pain, the likes of which she had never endured, gaped below her like a sinkhole. Her soul guttered, her frame shuddered viciously.

The court had lost so many, Mave, she did not die without someone to take with her into the darkness.

Lorcan couldn’t be dead he had been in her room; by the Gods he had delivered roses!

Unrelenting screams rattled from Elide’s throat at the sight of Lorcan burning from his powers. Magic sucking the life from him, but strong hands held her fast; Choal shuddered against her thrashing.

Elide stared beyond Manon to see her court there, lips pursed, eye avoidant, and faces sullen.

“Please no, Lorcan!”

, she had screamed until she was hoarse. She had held him as the healers attempt to save him from that darkness. Tears stained her dirty face. Her nails broken and bleeding as she held him. His frame too big for her to completely engulf him with her warmth.

They had heard her conversation with Lorcan, no, the conversation she thought was Lorcan in her chamber but it had been Manon. The tears lining her eyes was not only for pride, no it was also from the pain.

Her body rattled from holding him against her, she had kissed his cold lips over and over. Not again, not another person to rip away from her. “I think… I think I loved you.” She whispered to him but he was impossibly cold, she would not release him.

No one moved for a long moment and Elide strained to still her feverish fluttering heart. She was going to combust, her bones melted as she sank to her knees. The beautiful skirt of the emerald dress puffed around her. Rowan approached her slowly, as if she were some prey but she could not find the strength to fight against the horror that washed her world.

“I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”,

they had been close to death once and he had whispered that to her. “I wanted you to come with me, to Perranth.”, Elide whispered as she bowed her head, a pray on her lips as she sent that message to Hellas himself.

After all these years. Finally. We have them all.

Stan Pines is an enigma.

Nothing about his life is simple or easy to explain. He’s a jaded con-man disaster prepper. He likes show business but hates people. He genuinely cares about the twins and Soos, and to a lesser extent Wendy, but he probably wouldn’t give a fuck if the rest of the world burned to the ground. He’s a curmudgeon who doesn’t understand what a text message is, yet he’s got something lifted out of a Tron movie in his basement. He decorates his entire work/living space with images of Bill Cipher, in ways that suggest a religious devotion. 

Has he been pretending his name is Stanford since 1982, filing Stanford’s taxes, living in Stanford’s house, answering to Stanford’s name, only buying a vanity plate that says STNLYMBL to remind himself of who he actually is? Am I just overthinking it all?

He’s clearly not the author of the journals, that much is certain. And if the author of the journals isn’t the owner of the mystery glasses that Bill links to the name Stanford, then this show is being deliberately misleading in its foreshadowing. Which…is possible, I admit, but unlikely. Yet he appears, on the surface, to be much more familiar with Bill Cipher than Stanford is, to the extent of actively training himself to resist Bill’s mental incursions, and not even batting an eye when Dipper invades one of his memories with the sounds of a battle going on just offscreen.

The theory that Stan is an unrelated impostor falls apart when we see just how long Stan and Stanford have looked very similar but just different enough. They appear to be in the ballpark of the same age, and although we didn’t see a name on the tax form Stan was filling out, he probably files it in the name of Stanford, who still technically owns the house by the laws of all the land outside of Gravity Falls. The easiest way to do this is if they share a birthday, which along with their close appearance and infuriatingly cutesy names suggests they’re twins. Stanley and Stanford Pines. With the way cartoons tend to caricature faces in order to distinguish characters, I have to speculate that these two are very close in appearance indeed, far closer than any other sibling pair in the show. So they’re quite possibly identical twins.

But then something happened. Stanford went away and Stanley became Stanford and apparently tried to erase his brother’s existence entirely. Maybe? I have no fucking clue, really. Stan knows about the journals, and he spoke with a mysterious “we” that still has him pegged for a cult leader in my mind. He didn’t write them, he didn’t hide them, but he knows what’s in them and how to make them work. All the while he’s prepping for the apocalypse, genuinely and seriously, and he’s repeating the exact words of Bill Cipher while doing so. It’s unsettling.

I still don’t know if he’s a protagonist or not. He’s definitely not a very good person, despite his tenderness for the twins. All I know is that he’s a liar and a cheat, and that he’s closer to Cipher than any other person in the show with the possible exception of Quentin Trembley. He has a mystery tattoo and a strange golden amulet, he had the first journal the whole time, and he’s got a fucking futuristic superweapon in his Cold-War-bunker-style basement. 

This whole post is light on fact and heavy on speculation. I don’t stand behind the accuracy of any of these predictions. I know nothing about Stanley Pines, including if he actually is named Stanley Pines. Right now, I just have a lot of questions.