journey-starts-here

Because of The Beloved
my heart is happy,
my soul illuminated.
From The Beloved’s greenery
hundreds of blessed rivers
are flowing to the rose gardens.
In order to enter into your rose garden,
the soul makes peace with the thorns.

 Choose love. Choose love.
Without this beautiful love,
life is nothing but a burden.
The Journey starts here
Don´t go off Sightseeing.
The real Journey is right here.
The great excursion starts
from exactly where you are.
You are the World.
You have everything you need.

You are the Secret.
You are the wide opened.
Don´t look for the remedy
for your troubles outside yourself.
You are the Medicine.
You are the cure of your own sorrow

—  Rumi

Hi! So I have been following many studyblrs for a while now and finally decide to make one of my own. I’m making this blog to help get me motivated in school again as I have found that I have lost a lot of my motivation over this year. I also hope to meet some lovely people on here so we can get motivated together. I thought an introduction would be a good way to start this journey so here is a little about me.

facts about me

  • i’m sixteen 
  • i’m from Canada
  • i’m in grade 11
  • i’m a Ravenclaw
  • i’m INFJ
  • i have two cats named nick and nora
  • my current favourite class i’m taking is classical civilizations with latin closely following as my second favourite.
  • i hope to study biomedical science in university

classes i’m taking at the moment

  • English
  • Biology
  • Chemistry 
  • Physics
  • Latin
  • Classical Civilizations
  • Intro to Social Science
  • Functions

some studyblr i like

@brainiakk  / @theorganisedstudent / @studyquill / @em-spacestudy / @studyign / @intellectus / @yxnggong / @opheliastudy / @zeestudies / @polcry / @arystudies / @katsdesk / @studypetals / @academicvibes / @academiix / @engincrd / @1995aes / @studywithinspo / @studentstohelit + so many more

Thanks for reading. I hope you have a wonderful day.

~ Luna

Well! I did it yall! I made it to 200!
This was about where I was before I accidentally lost everything. It was a hard blow to take, but the fact that most of everyone that was following me before followed me here makes me super fucking happy and super fucking blessed. 

I’m not good at these listing things, but I’m going to do my best to try and not leave people out.

So let me start with those special few that have pushed me here.

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Yule Ball

Pairing:Newt/Y/n

Request: Hi! Could you write about how newt has a crush on a shy hufflepuff who’s also a writer at hogwarts? Lots of fluff please!

I don’t think I have a ton of fluff in here but I tried to put some in, I hope it’s still okay :)

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Your glowing face was what newt loved to see, even when it was potions class and Galatea kept taking points away from hufflepuff.

You were a hufflepuff as well, it made newt happy that you both shared the same house colours.

You were a fifth year, you and newt had been in the same hogwarts journey since you started here.

He remembers when he first talked to you. You were both at in the great hall, you had sat alone, quietly writing in a book.

He remembered introducing himself, only gaining a small confused look from you.

You still hadn’t talked to him after five years. He’d always try and start up a conversation, but you would always reply with a short answer or none at all. You were always writing in that book of yours.

The Yule ball was coming up, and even though newt didn’t have many friends, (always being too fascinated with Care of Magical creatures Class) all of his friends had dates.

Now, newt is a very shy person himself, never really liked doing super social things.

But then again neither did you.

“Please turn, and read page 394” Professer Galatea droned on, peering over her glasses before returning to her book.

Newt sighed and looked over at you.

You had a piece of hair curled around your finger, part of your tongue stuck out of your mouth.

Newt smiled slightly at this little action, before being stared at by the professor, burying his face in the book.

~~~

By lunch time, newt almost felt like he was ready.

he was going to try to ask you to the Yule ball

The boys hair was very tangled after running his hand though it so much, debating whether he should go into the library or not.

Deciding that if he didn’t he’d probably regret it, he stepped in slowly, making sure to make little noise.

And there he saw you. You’re hair was now in a messy ponytail, but it still looked amazing to him.

He noticed however, that there were other students surrounding you? And they seemed to be laughing?

He walked up closer to you, and noticed someone had put a sleeping charm on you.

“Hey..”

And as soon as newt noticed, all the younger years who castes the spell ran off.

“Y/n”

He shook your right shoulder gently, pulling a strand of hair that was stuck on your eyelash.

“Mm…”

“Y/Nnn…”

“Mm….”

You nose made a funny noise as your woke, and you scratched your head…

“What happened…”

You looked at newt for the first time in a while. His hair looked as fluffy as it did before, and his eyes sparkles as much as normal, but his tie was untucked, as if he was in a panic.

Newt saw the book you had been writing for five years on the ground. There was all kind of research of different creatures..

“Some third years put a sleeping charm on you” newt mumbles, getting nervous again.

“Mm…well thank you for helping m-”

Your eyes looked dull until you realized your book was gone.

“Oh my god.”

Heat raised an eyebrow and got the book with his wand.

“It was on the ground…”

Though you would never do this normally, you stretched out across the table and gave newt a little hug.

“Thank you” you mumble back to him.

You sat in silence for a little while after that.

“So…y/n…um…there’s the Yule ball coming up and….”

Newt had your focused completely on him, and he was amazed how he hadn’t melted away yet.

“I was just wondering…if you wanted to go?…..it’s okay if you don’t you’ve probably already gotten asked…”

You reached over the table again, giving an even tighter hugs, your hands brushing briefly.

“I’d love that”

anonymous asked:

Farm. Tape. Breath.

Kelly woke up slowly. Her head ached, and her mouth was dry. She shifted in bed, the room a little bit too warm. She had the sudden sense of drowsy vertigo that comes with waking in an unfamiliar place. Normally, after a second or two, memory would rush in and fill the gaps - oh, right, I spent the night at Beth’s place - but as Kelly blinked herself awake, nothing in the room looked familiar.

She yawned, and her mouth didn’t open right. It was restricted. Blocked. Something was covering it. She reached up to remove the obstruction, and - wait. No, she didn’t. Her hands were stuck. 

Tied. Mouth taped closed.

The panic crashed over her, quick and sharp. She thrashed, not really trying to free herself or accomplish anything in particular - mostly, just moving in terror. She did that for a bit - probably less than a minute, though Kelly really had no idea. She stopped, feeling herself start to hyperventilate. 

Kelly forced herself to lie back, to calm down. Assess the situation. She breathed in slowly through her nose, trembling. Okay. What did she remember?

She was out, running to the store for some groceries. It was dark. Not that late, but late enough that she couldn’t really see who else was in the parking lot as she walked to her car. She remembered the sense of somebody behind her. 

And that was it. Everything past that was a blank.

Kelly felt the panic rising up again. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on her breathing. Long, slow breath in. Hold it. Long, slow breath out.

Again.

Again.

It helped a bit. She opened her eyes, looking around the room.

It wasn’t much to look at. Kind of a rustic look - rough, timber-paneled walls. No windows. Lit entirely by a large lamp in the corner. No furniture but the bed she was on, and an enormous TV mounted on the opposite wall.

Kelly tested the ropes again. Her wrists didn’t get any give at all. Her ankles were bound as well, just as snugly. She could probably writhe her way off the bed, onto the floor, but… then what? The door looked solid, and even reaching the knob would be difficult, if not impossible.

Catch your breath, Kelly told herself. Deep, calming breaths. 

Just as she was starting to calm herself again, the TV turned on.

A woman’s face filled the screen. She was pale-skinned, with fiery red hair and an easy, sensual smile. “Hi there,” she said, in a sugary-sweet voice. “Welcome to the Farm!”

Kelly didn’t like the sound of that.

The woman continued. “You’re probably very frightened right now. Don’t be! There’s no need. You didn’t intend to come here, I imagine, but I promise you - this is, hands down, the best thing that’s ever happened to you in your entire life.”

Kelly was starting to freak out again. The situation was terrifying enough, but this woman’s bizarre commentary was pushing things into a territory that she didn’t think she could handle. She took another deep breath, trying as best she could to not lose her grip.

“The Farm is one of several of our Personnel Onboarding Facilities. We’re an international organization that specializes in, well, filling whatever needs our clients have. That’s what you’re going to do! Once you finish your processing here at the Farm, you’ll be shipped off to one of our central hubs for role specialization, customization, and finally, your assignment!

“Believe me - whatever you end up doing, it’ll make you happier than you’ve ever been in your life.

“Maybe you’ll be the trophy wife to a multi-billionaire. Maybe the mistress of some up-and-coming politician somewhere in the world. Maybe just a fuckdrone in one of our corporate facilities, or something more esoteric, for a client of ours with more… outlandish tastes. The possibilities are endless!”

Kelly groaned, yanking desperately at the ropes again. She could feel something happening to her, some part of her mind giving way somehow. She was going to go crazy in this room, she could tell. Just totally snap.

Deep breaths. 

That helped. More than expected, actually. Really made a difference. Kelly could feel her heart rate slow.

Actually… shouldn’t she be more panicked?

That’s when she heard it. A low, quiet hiss. She noticed the smell, too. Something was being pumped into the room. Some kind of gas. A sedative. Oh no, ohhh no, fuck fuck fuck…

Her head swam. The woman on the screen was talking again. 

“By now, you’re probably starting to feel the effects. Don’t worry! That’s just the first step of the process. We want to make sure you’re nice and soft and compliant when we come to pick you up and start your journey here with us. Just go ahead and breathe deep.”

Kelly took a deep breath. She didn’t even think to try and stop herself. She could feel the gas, whatever it was, filling her lungs. It clouded her mind. 

“That’s great,” the woman on the screen encouraged her. “You’re going to do so well here.”

Kelly’s scalp tingled. Her vision grew a little blurry. There was a warm swell inside her chest, somewhere equally between painful and pleasant. She took another deep breath. She knew she shouldn’t. She couldn’t remember why. She couldn’t remember what was going on. 

“Again. Deeeeep breath. Let it all in, let it all out. Doesn’t that feel nice?”

Kelly murmured a vaguely affirmative noise from behind the tape. It did feel nice. She was drifting through a soft warm blurry cloud. She just breathed, in and out, soaking up the atmosphere of the room. The woman was still talking, but her words were just background noise now. Kelly’s breath was slow, deep, and steady. She was happy.

(Another very old request. Been trying forever to get something for this one. Great set of words, I thought, but I couldn’t make them click. Then I saw this picture and the whole story just popped into my head instantly. Hope you like it. Thanks for asking.)

964 episodes (ish bc of some banned episodes) and 1 year, 3 months later (my journey started January 20th 2016), here I am. Finished with pokemon anime’s main series. Feels crazy. I’m so happy I decided to do this though, because I mean it with my full heart when I say it really did make my past year happier. Ash, Misty, Brock, Tracey, May, Max, Dawn, Iris, Cilan, Bonnie, Clemont, Serena (and of course my loves Alain and Mairin even though they were not main characters), the SM squad, the Pokés…  ♥ Somehow, even though this anime has it flaws, it managed to make me very fond of them all. And without a doubt I will keep rewatching the anime (particularly those episodes that I really liked) over and over again, and I still have a lot of specials and movies to watch, so my poke journey is not over. And of course we don’t have to worry about SM ending in a while :’)

First time ever really posting anything on Tumblr. But hey! No one really follows me anyways except my best friend SOOOO. I’m going to just document some of my crossfit journey on here :) STARTED crossfit three weeks ago and it is AMAZING. Been working out in the gym for a solid three years, and just got bored of the same old routine and I thought that I would switch it up and try something new! It all started when I watched ‘Fittest on Earth’ on Netflix and it blew my freaking mind! I just sat there the whole time thinking to myself ‘one day I want to be in that field with those people’. I started doing my research, following other people’s journey with fitness and crossfit specifically, and I fell in love with the sport. It literally tests every part of your body, and helps you push your limits, which I love. So many people have been a HUGE influence in me making this decision and I’m so grateful for the example they set. CUUZZZZZ I’ve struggled hardcore with body image, I’m just going to put myself out there and post as much as I can about my awkward steps through crossfit. ALSO. This shirt makes it easier for me to do box jumps… obviously. 

#LEGALIZEIT 

Thanks to @barbells-and-sirens, @oatsnjen, Brooke Ence, Katrin Davidsdottir, and Nikki Blackletter for being so freaking bad ass and helping me without even knowing it aha. Here’s to new stuff in life! 

THE THINGS I NOTICE

GUYS AS WE ALL NOW FREE! ETERNAL SUMMER IS FINALLY UPON US! I HAVEN’T EVEN WATCHED IT YET BUT FROM ONE SINGLE SCREENSHOT I HAPPEN UPON ON TWITTER WHILE WALKING HOME I DIED.

EXHIBIT A : SAID SCREENSHOT

OH MAN IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE OR WHAT? SOMEONE CALL MAKO FOR ME BECAUSE I’M ON FIRE BUT WAIT WHAT DO I SEE THAT SIGN IS OH SO FAMILIAR. BUT NO JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS YET I GO AND FIND OTHER SCREENSHOTS FROM THE ED

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anonymous asked:

writing prompt. (if not done already) wedding.

mmm not very good at writing about weddings but i did my best, enjoy!! unedited/unbetaed and all that

edit: your gurl is a fuckin idiot and saved to drafts instead of posting, so this is even later than it was already!! (i’m so sorry)

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Yuuri laughs brightly, cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment as Phichit regales old college tale to the group in front of him. The ceremony wasn’t large, only friends and family having been invited (resulting in the almost the entirety of the international figure skaters coalescing in one spot when they weren’t having to compete), but the reception had grown rowdy as inhibition dropped with the open bar. Chris had already begun stripping, and the crowd cheering for him had grown more intense with each article of clothing lost, their yells echoing through the room. Yuuri had purposefully avoided alcohol most of the night, despite Viktor attempting to hand him off more champagne glasses. He was only mildly tipsy, enough to be loose limbed and relaxed but not enough to lower inhibitions.

Well, lower them too much anyway.

Arms slip around his waist, and Yuuri startles, much to the enjoyment of the people surrounding them.

“Yuuri~” Viktor whines, hot breath caressing the skin in his neck and making him shiver as he turns his head to look at his fiancée slumped on him. Husband, Yuuri corrects himself mentally, and can’t help the bright smile that alights his features before he can even think to stop it, and presses a light kiss to his husband’s cheek. We’re married now.

The thought alone is enough to send warmth and affection pooling in his stomach, pressing against his diaphragm and stealing his breath away, the surrealistic situation making its home in his bones, raising him up light and airy. Viktor blinks at him a moment before a wide grin breaks across his face as well, and he squeezes his arms tighter around Yuuri, burying his face in Yuuri’s neck.

“Ah~ I can’t believe my luck; my husband is adorable!” Viktor coos, and Yuuri flushes self-consciously, despite the way his heart stutters at the phrase and feels like it’s weightless, ready to soar away.

Viktor’s movements are sloppy and uncoordinated, the kiss he leans to give Yuuri only glancing his cheek as he stumbles, and almost takes both of them down if Yuuri hadn’t been sure footed. Yuuri thinks him to be the more drunk one out of the two of them, and Phichit snickers behind his drink, turning to Guang-Hong and Leo with a sly grin.

“C’mon, let’s leave the love birds alone for a moment.” He gestures away with his hand, ignoring Yuuri’s protest of,

“Phichit, that’s hardly necessary—” The three of them are already walking away, sniggering , and Yuuri sighs in mild exasperation. Viktor’s hands start to travel lower, and Yuuri rolls his eyes, slipping his fingers to intertwine with Viktor’s and bringing them back up to safer territory. He feels Viktor pout into his shoulder and slouch further into him and can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re the reason they think we need “alone time”, y’know.” Yuuri says releasing Viktor’s hands to turn in his arms. He reaches up to wrap his arms around Viktor’s neck, while his husband’s hands settle on his waist. He holds Viktor’s gaze, noting the clarity in his eyes and lets his lips turn up into a smirk. “You,” he drawls, letting his fingers brush through the hair at Viktor’s nape, earning a shiver in response, “are not nearly as drunk as you just pretended to be.”

Viktor leans in close, letting his own sly smile play on his lips.

“Maybe I wanted them to think we needed some “alone time”.” His voice is a smooth purr, and Yuuri rolls his eyes once more, bopping Viktor lightly on the back of the head.

“This is our celebration, we can’t just skip out early. It’s rude.” He tries for reprimanding, but Yuuri’s voice comes out amused. Viktor glances around, before leaning in to whisper,

“No one will notice, most of them are fairly drunk at this point anyway.” Viktor’s eyes glint, an enticing cool cobalt, and his voice gets low and unusually serious. “C’mon, I have something to show you.” Yuuri searches his gaze for a moment.

“Okay.” He breathes out softly, and Viktor whisks him outside, cool air nipping at his skin.

Viktor leads them down the street, Yuuri following curiously and wishing he’d brought along his jacket. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out where they’re going, and he smiles, pressing his shoulder closer into Viktor’s shoulder and giving their intertwined hands a squeeze. Viktor smiles at him in response, and continues their brisk pace.

The ice rink shouldn’t be open at this time of night, but Viktor just pushes the door open with a grin, leading Yuuri inside. He disappears for a moment, and Yuuri lets his eyes wander, rubbing his arms against the chill in the air until Viktor returns, holding their skates, the light glinting off the sliver and gold blades.

“You planned this.” Yuuri accuses lightly, taking his skates as they make their way to the benches next to the rink, and he gets an upturn of lips in response.

“Of course.” Viktor says, fastening his skates. His voice drops a little, getting softer as Yuuri watches him. “Our journey together started here.” He gestures to the ice in a small motion. “I couldn’t imagine not including it for such an important part of it.” Yuuri’s voice gets stuck in his throat at the quiet nostalgia in Viktor’s voice, the thrum of affection in the tenor of it, and emotion burns behind Yuuri’s eyes as he stands, offering his hand down to Viktor, who takes it with ease, looking just as affected as Yuuri feels. They share a teary-eyed smile, before taking to the ice.

Yuuri has always thought of the ice as exhilarating, as adrenaline inducing. He’s spent most of his life cutting marks into it and baring his soul in his routines, putting on performances with his heart dangerously on his sleeve, in his step sequence. It has been his rise and his falls, his proudest moments and most heartbreaking disappointments; a calming catharsis while being completely anxiety-inducing. It has become a part of him that he couldn’t dream to live without, and it’s something now that Viktor shares with him in a way no one else could ever understand.

Because Viktor knows what it’s like. To stand in front of thousands and skate to the way the music thrums in your body, in your soul. He knows how much Yuuri has sacrificed for this sport, how much skating means to him, because it’s mirrored in Viktor himself. It’s how the two of them initially connected, what brought both their worlds crashing together in the chalky sound of ice scraping against metal and the thunderous applause of the crowds. It’s how they communicated, opened up to each other slow but sure, cultivating a bond just as strong and steady as the ice they’re spent years skating on. It’s become a defining part of their relationship, shared across ice rinks and developed in hotel rooms during dark nights, and Yuuri thinks it’s only fitting that they end up here, in the quiet of the rink with only the music they hear in their mind, feel in the rhythm they build together in their breath and in their bodies.

Yuuri smiles at Viktor, thrilled like a child and laughing as he takes off across the rink, Viktor’s laugh behind him as he chases after Yuuri. And in that moment, with the low light of the rink glinting off golden wedding bands and the sharp cut of blades into ice, breathless laughter echoing around them spelling a tune of love and happiness, the thought comes to them easy.

This is it. This is what I want, for the rest of my life.

The long journey by MarcelloDiFrancesco the long journey
Shangalaki island - In questa paradisiaca isola del borneo indonesiano il miracolo della vita si ripete quasi ogni notte… moltissime tartarughe vengono a deporre le loro uova proprio su questo lembo di terra … e per molte il lungo viaggio inizia proprio da qui.

Shangalaki island - In this amazing Indonesian island miracle of life repeats almost every night … many turtles come to lay their eggs on this piece of land … and for many of them the long journey starts just here.

C&C is working hard tonight to get this blog up and rolling! We believe that hard work and dedication pay off, which why we are making sure this blog touches base with all your health and fitness needs! Stay tuned, we’re on our way!

XX Emily

Ps. To all of our new followers, thank you for your support, it means the world to Maddie & I!!

This is me. My name is Lia and I run this blog. I identify as bisexual and getting to know you all through my blog has been so amazing! I try to answer as many questions as I can, but I do get a lot come through so bare with! Helping others has always been a big passion of mine, and I’m glad that my journey of that has started here with this blog

hi my lovely buds!! finally ive foudn time to choose my faves, but before i do that i wanted to point out one thing: i reached my goal, 2k, thank to you guys and it would have never happened if i hadnt followed everyone that i follow atm so a massive thank you goes to all buds who helped me since i started my journey on here (really cheesy huh) and i wanted to tell you that im always here, 24/7, if you ever need compliments, cute msgs, a hand in anything or just a chat 🌺 hopefullyyou guys will find more blogs to follow and be friends with + ill put them in groups so its more neat and nice!! ok now here we go yeah 🐥🌟


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 i would like to thank everyone who spent 10 second of their life to reblog my post and participate, it was really exciting to discover new blogs and people as well and im glad i had the chance to do this x if you were not chosen, please dont be sad and although it probably sounds silly, you have to know that i still love you no matter what and ill be making a new faves page soon so there will be another occasion x uhm btw you have to go follow all these cute gorgeous hella rad peeps bc they have perfect blogs yea!!