The wind hollowed, whistling through the trees, making the night musically haunting.

The air crisp, the trees spindly arms bare, looking to grab you as you walk by.

The mood was perfectly set inside as well, the lights dim, candles all around, the scent of cinnamon in the air…

“Spiriiiiiiitts! Come and say helloOoOoOoOoooo!”

Well, almost.

“What was that?” Martin just cocks his eyebrow at Arthur, fingers drumming against the planchette.

“You’re not going to get any spooks and goblins in here with that tone, Arthur,” Douglas chimes in, finger drawing lazily on the teardrop shaped device, “It may be offensive to them.” Douglas adds, slight smirk alight.

“C-Can we just stop this? I thought we were just going to watch spooky movies, supper, and, and do your apple bobbing thing.” Martin flushes, fingers tapping slightly more rapidly, noting the towel turban Arthur had made coming a bit undone.

“Scared that we’ll wake a demon?” Douglas chuckles, Martin glaring as best as he could.

“Aw, is that true, Skip? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you against the unknown.” He grins in his Arthur way as he gives Martin a quick kiss on his hand, Martin not helping but smiling at Arthur’s proposal.

“Any luck with the ghosties?” Herc pops in unceremoniously from the kitchen, plopping back in his seat at the dining room table.

“Any luck in having a quick snog with your wife?” Douglas cocks his eyebrow at Herc, he just simply winking back.

“I just think that this is silly. We could be watching something, something fun! Instead we’re wasting our time on this silly oujia board and and… Scaring Snoopadoop!” He lamely adds, not wanting to admit he was just a little on edge from this whole thing.

“Yes, she seems terrified.” Douglas snorts at the dog lazily napping at his feet.

“Absolutely in shock.” Herc adds, smiling at the dog.

“How about we try once more? It’s a Halloween party, we have to have some sort of spooky thing happen,” Arthur suggests, adjusting his turban, “But maybe Douglas can try, since his voice would probably conjure up more ghosts.” Arthur excitedly says, looking to Douglas with a hopeful smile.

He theatrically sighs, “Do I have to wear the towel?”

“No, I rather like it.”

“Oh, alright,” He secures his fingers more solidly on the planchette, everyone doing the same, focusing on the board,

“Anyone we’d like to contact?” He jokes.

“Well,” Arthur speaks up, “How about Mr. Leeman?”

Douglas looks almost shocked, nodding slightly at the request.

They move the planchette around the board, Douglas, almost in a bored tone speaks,

“Mr. Leeman? Contacting Mr. Leeman, your seat is ready.”

“Douglas!” Martin lightly scolds, Herc just smiling and shaking his head.

“Is anyone there?” Douglas continues, “We’re trying to reach Mr. Leeman, but it seems his service has been cut.”

Martin couldn’t help but smile at that one.

But the smile is soon wiped away at the planchette moving.

Moving toward ’Yes’.

“Douglas, stop moving it.” Martin says.

“I’m not moving it, Herc’s moving it.” He says back.

“Not me.”

It soon moves toward the ’G’ . . Then slowly to the ’E’, and even more slowly to the ’R’.

“Okay, just stop it, Douglas.” He was convinced his first officer had to be moving it.

“It’s not me! I-”


They all shout, jumping at the sudden surprisingly boom of Carolyn’s voice in the silent, still room.

“Oh good Lord.” Carolyn just comments, looking at the scene of four grown men looking to be near scared out of their trousers, “When you’re done being scared of a toy from the shops; dinner is ready. Arthur, dear, come pick a movie for us.”

“Yes, mum.” He smiles, looking to not be at all fazed by what happened, Herc and Douglas following after Carolyn into the kitchen.

So he sticks around, waiting for Martin to gather he bearings, nearly lifting him from his seat so as to hold him as tight as he could.

“I’m sorry if that was too scary for you, love.” Arthur murmurs against his neck, giving him a light peck as he pulls slightly away, “It’s just a game. I thought it’d be fun.” He smiles sheepishly, swiping the turban off his head, lopping it over to a chair.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just… It was a bit spooky, I’ll admit.” He smiles at his partner, Arthur grinning right back, kissing him soundly before they made their way to the kitchen…

Not noticing a strange shadow against the wall that seemed to be coming from nowhere…

* * * 

Fandot Creativity: Prompt - Shadow and/or Movies.

Spoooooky. UwU  ❤ ❤ ❤

But yah. I may tweak this one later.

Enjoy, m’dears!


Carla  ❤ ❤ ❤

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

the very lovely Dani requested/ human!Cas


i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.


You know the old saying “Theres light at the end of every tunnel”?  For longest time I have considered this a fact, and applied to much of my day to day life.  Whenever something happens that put me in the dark, in the back of my head, I always knew that there would be an end, that tiny pinprick of light would grow bigger and bigger until I was out of whatever mess had occurred.  So I would put my head down and battle through on my own.

What I've discovered recently, (and I must say, being in college, on my own for the first time, I’ve discovered a lot) is that it shouldnt be about the light at the end of a tunnel.  It should be about the light all around us.  The sun rises from the night to bring light, and as soon as it goes down, the moon takes it place. Maybe not quite as bright, but providing light all the same.  The only time we are truley in the dark is when we put ourselves in the tunnel, and in retrospect we do that quite selfishly. We do it for some sort of attention, a test maybe, to see who is out there to help us.  I freely admit that I am quite guilty of that.  There is always someone or something there to help us through, to light our way.  By putting ourselves out there, reaching out for that hand to pull us up, we become stronger.  We risk everything in the hope that someone will be there, and I can promise you, even when you think there isnt someone, there will be.  

Just maybe not what you expected, or even hoped for.

I was talking to a friend recently, and we were going through the three stages of human growth.  We start out dependent, with need for everything.  This is when we are a child and everything is given to us.  As we grow, around the teenage years, we become independent, doing everything for ourselves, trying to prove that we can make it on our own.  And this stage could last several years, or it could last a lifetime.  Finally, the stage that not everyone reaches is interdependence. This is when we combine the two stages, and are able to function on our own, but the hard part is being able to reach out for ideas, help, and advice with the issues of our life.  The reason it becomes so hard to obtain is because it requires a breakdown of our personal pride to utilize that dependence that we all need.  For some people it is easy, for some its hard, for many its impossible.

So here is my challenge to you.  Try to open up to the idea of interdependence. It wont happen over night.  It might take months, it might take years.  But opening that door is like waking up looking through new eyes.  There is so much you cant do on your own, but there is so much you can do with others.  I know im not quite there yet, but I acknowledge the amazing support network I have unwittingly built around myself over the past 18 years i’ve been alive.  Its a good feeling.

With an open heart, open soul, and an open mind I will continue on this path of growing up, trying to not look for the light at the end of the tunnel, but to look for the light all around me.




I want you to know, I have no regrets.

All around the world, oceans glow and trees sparkle because of Bioluminescence, the production of light by living organisms. 

Bioluminescent creatures have a chemical reaction in their body that creates light. The chemical Luciferin (a substrate) reacts with Luciferase (an enzyme) to create a by-product called Oxyluciferin. or as we see it; Light.

In this gifAequorea victoria/Crystal Jellies thrive in deep sea.



actual human goofballs ; pt. 1
Christian Kane & Timothy Hutton

for anna-hiwatari‘s op colouring project ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Headcanon that Percy and Annabeth’s place is full of fairy lights.

I purposely wanted a female protagonist – that was the important thing, that my hero was going to be a woman, and a complicated woman. And she wasn’t going to be my hero by masculinizing her, by giving her a gun. She was going to be a woman, and a woman in her era, yet be the hero of this piece. She’s the strong guiding light around which all the moths gather.
—  John Logan, creator of Penny Dreadful on Vanessa Ives, full article here.
reminder for ppl living with parents/guardians:

they are JUST people. they make mistakes, say hurtful things, go down the wrong path, and carry out bad choices.

so while you live under their roofs, and abide by their rules, remember… it won’t be forever. eventually you will be on your own, and have the ability to forge your own path. so hang in there lovelies. *hugs*